Donald Duck, Firefighter
Here’s this week’s contribution to Sundara’s Eye Candy Friday.
Once upon a time, at my grandmother’s house, there was an ashtray in the living room. She didn’t smoke herself, you understand, but she was from a generation where a lot of friends did, and so it was the polite thing to do, to have an ashtray set hospitably out for guests.
Of course, if you know smokers, you know that the butts can be unsightly. And pipe tobacco can leave smoldering clumps.
In enters Donald. This little, iron duck sat in the ashtray, ready to stomp out any embers, squish any clumps of tobacco, at a moment’s notice. He’s tiny, only an couple of inches high, but when my sister and I were little, we were both enchanted by him, and would carry him around the house. (What is it with children and tiny little things?) By then, he wasn’t really being used anymore, and Grandma kept an immaculate house, so sanitation wasn’t really an issue, you understand. We just thought he was cute.
When my Grandmother died, and we went to clear away some personal items from her house, I just couldn’t leave Donald behind, and I pocketed him for old times’s sake. Really, did he deserve anything less?
Besides, it’s never a bad thing to have a fire-fighter in the family.
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That is so cute! I have never seen one before. How is Chappy feeling?
Isn’t is interesting the amount of joy of small memento can bring? Thanks for sharing the memory. BTW, how’s the boy and his itches?
Oh, he’s wonderful. I think it’s the little things like that that hold the very best memories.
That is so great! I have a few small items like that as well. They just make me smile as I see them.
Cute! And you are right, it definitely pays to have a firefighter in the family ;o)
so cute.
That’s cute! Especially his backstory. And yes, it’s very handy to have a firefighter in the family.
Things that companies did then that they wouldn’t do now that make the then more amazing! Hi to Chappy and hope he’s doing well.