Posted: July 10, 2013 in Antiques, My Life
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Growing up in North Carolina, my father and grandfather, grew tobacco… which meant getting the ground ready, setting, cutting, hanging and sorting once dried…

Now I understand that I have probably missed more than one step along the way however it has been more than 20 years (probably more like 30+) since my family raised tobacco. After all this time I can still remember all of the hard work that goes into raising tobacco.

A couple of years ago, I heard about a tobacco basket that was at this nearby consignment shop…


The picture is not of the best quality and the basket has definitely seen better days…however I know without a shadow of a doubt that each time I catch a glimpse of it, I think of my father and grandfather, whom I love and miss each and every day… so to me…the piece is absolutely perfect.

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