When my paternal grandmother was alive she kept a large (punch sized) bowl filled with matchbooks. My older cousin used to tease her that it was a fire hazard but I was always impressed by the exotic places she had been and her tiny glossy souvenirs.
I found it interesting when I saw this segment on CBS and learned the origin of matchbooks were not as glamorous as I pictured my grandmother.
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I’m not a fanatical cyclist. I'm not a professional writer or photographer either. I’m just a guy who works in Washington, D.C., and uses my lunch break each day to go for a bike ride and discover some of the eclectic sites and events in and around the city. I take a few snapshots along the way with my cellphone, and then use this blog to post the photos and write about what I see, what I learn, and what I think about while I explore our nation's capital one ride at a time.
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That is fascinating! My husband used to collect them but he gave them all away when we moved to our bungalow. They are fun though.
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They really are.
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I have a few 🙂 Nice memories, though.
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Yes, I agree.
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That is interesting to discover some places as reviving the use. I didn’t know the individual matches were sometimes had print on them.
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I’d love to come across some of them!
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love your post such beauty in the items you shared and yes I do remember the old matches.
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Absolutely fascinating. And I love your header picture, too.
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Thank you
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Dawn – this is great – the eccentric matchbook collector is fun (interesting and artsy) and who knew???
also – that old Pabst Blue Ribbon light is a gem
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Thanks Yvette
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