Exactly right . . .

It’s 1937.  H-m-m-m . . . what to get my son, Ron, for Christmas this year.  I know—his very own cigarette box monogrammed with his initials: Charles Ronald Johnsone. His wife, Naomi, will set the dinner table with it, so she and Ron and their guests can smoke between courses and after dinner, too. She always sets out dainty glass ashtrays, so I think a lovely glass box would be exactly right. Sallie (Sara Sylvia) Ackley Johnsone, my grandmother                

It’s 2015.  H-m-m-m . . . where to put those pretty rose-petal soaps my daughter-in-law, Candra, just gave me last week for Christmas. I know—I’ll use that glass monogrammed cigarette box that’s been languishing empty for many years now. Gone are the days when we put cigarettes out on the table for parties (thank goodness), but I’m so glad I kept the lovely glass box because it is exactly right.
Sallie (Sara Sylvia) Johnsone Glerum