Way back in the old days, this was the type of school box I had. The smell of cigars mingled with smell of erasers and crayons. It's not the most pleasant smell, but I've smelled far worse!
I remember how much I loved looking through my school box with the shiny new scissors, the green and yellow box of perfect crayons, and the unsharpened #2 yellow pencils. But, by the end of the year my box looked much like the one above; messy crayons their box long torn up, tarnished scissors, and well used erasers. Of course I always had a few toys tucked in, maybe marbles, but most likely jacks. I loved to play jacks. I'm keeping my eye for a set of metal jacks, I want to play again.
The prompt this week for one of the groups that I share photos with is "school daze." As I thought about school supplies and school boxes, I remembered the old cigar boxes that I carried to school. No one in our family smoked cigars, but somehow my Papa Culps always managed to find us some. I had to look quite a while before I FOUND this one hidden in the back of a drawer. I may just have to keep it out now.