#cigar box

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Samantha Fish playing a cigar box (Four-string guitar)

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Alberto Magnelli, "Untitled,"  1940-1941,

Gouache and graphite on cigar box,

7 5⁄8 x 3 5⁄8 x 1 1⁄8 in.

Courtesy: Christie's

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A family friend has opened an Etsy shop! He has been fixing up old cigar boxes and turning them into purses and jewelry boxes and they look really cool!

Here are some of the ones available on his shop (photos from the Etsy shop).

And here's the link to his shop: https://www.etsy.com/shop/clarkscigarboxshop

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Cigar Box Full of Jewelry and Trinkets

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The box

When I was five, my grandparents took me to visit my great aunt and great uncle, Uncle Harry and Aunt Gussie.

They lived in the tallest house five-year old me had ever seen (it was three stories). A rambling Victorian place, with porches and bay windows everywhere.

The best part was the staircase. It was a huge, winding thing with landings and woodwork. It went all the way up to the third floor. And it had an open stairwell.

It was the best part, because Uncle Harry knew how to make paper airplanes.

He showed me how to make his favorite kind. He called it a delta dart. After we made a bunch of them, we took them up to the top of the staircase.

Uncle Harry bent the wing of one of the planes, curling it just so. Then – with a gentle push – he launched it into the stairwell. And the little plane slowly spiraled, all the way down until it landed softly at the bottom.

I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Then Uncle Harry handed me a plane and told me to give it a try.

The rest of afternoon the two of us had the most fun that anyone ever had with a stairwell.

When it was time to go, Aunt Gussie found a cigar box. She told me to put a couple of the delta darts in it.

Then she put the box on a low shelf. She told me that was my box. And that the planes would be there for me, the next time I came over.

When we talked about it years later, my grandmother told me that I couldn’t stop talking about the paper airplanes. No surprise there. And then she said something that stuck with me.

She knew that the next time I visited them, I was going to have a good day. Because of what I put in the box.

I didn’t realize it at the time, but looking back? She was on to something.

Because having a good day is all about what you and I put in the box.

Thinking of the box of you, what are putting away for next time? What are you filling your box with?

Are you filling it with to-do lists and doctors’ appointments?

Are you filling it with work and school?

Are you filling it with worries and what-ifs and whatever social media is telling you to be upset about?

Or are you filling it with peace and calm and being with God in prayer?

Are you filling it with strength and patience and time in God’s Word?

Are you filling it with encouragement and joy and the Eucharist?

Today, pay attention to what you’re filling your box with. Make sure it’s what you want.

Because having a good day is all about what you put in the box.

Today’s Readings

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Texas Chainsaw Massacre

handmade/collaged cigarette box

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Cigar box fiddles