This box was made by an unknown craftsman untold years ago, my guess is the 1930’s. It is constructed of oak, pine and Spanish cedar cigar boxes (faded cigar box stamps still barely visible inside).
It surfaced recently from a closet at my grandmother’s house. She is a spry 89 years old and still the powerhouse of the family. She said I always loved this box and should have it.
When she first brought it out, it looked vaguely familiar. I held it and glimpses of my childhood came forward in my brain. I took out the top drawer and instinctively raised it to my nose. The olfactory senses rushed me back to the three year old, armed with crayons, toy cars and plastic army men, playing with this box. A remembrance of youthful euphoria re-entered my soul.
I think I chipped the little top drawer and maybe I used up a silver crayola “decorating” it.
The sense of smell is the most remarkable memory stimulant.
This box now sits on my dresser and acts as my valet and a reminder where I came from. All I need to do is open a drawer and take a sniff.
-- Peace in Wood ~ http://dustynewt.com/