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Tuesday,
April 5th,
2011 at 7:00 PM or meet early at
C.B. Perkins at 5 PM - Cobb's Corner, Canton |
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| Club Info & Events Details of the March Meeting
 The
March meeting was great meeting for a number of reasons. First,
we enjoyed a great turn out including the return of 2 recently MIAs
Joe and Mike and a surprise visit from our old friend Ted who we
haven't seen in a couple of years. But the reunions started a little
earlier at CB Perkins when the lean and not so mean Dock Perry (remember
him?) walked through the door sporting a mid summer tan and an even
sportier hairdo that I think he may have gotten at the local recruiting
office. Dock, once a very active member of the club, had discovered
that the fountain of youth could not be found at the bottom of a
pipe bowl. So his quest continued and it seems he may have found
what he was looking for at the local gym, tanning salon and laundromat
somewhere along the Jersey Shore. But Dock's return to Stoughton
was not in search of anything this time, his visit had purpose,
he was here to pass on the memory of our good comrade Ken Collins
to those who's company he truly enjoyed the most.Dock brought close to 100 of Ken's pipes with him ranging in price from $20 to $150 of which the proceeds would go to Ken's wife Mary. Many of these pipes were worth much more but Dock priced them in a way that Ken would be pleased with. I think we all felt Ken's presence there that night and I'm sure he was smiling from ear to ear because Ken was as generous a man as he could be and loved to make people happy. I think everyone bought at least one pipe or jar of tobacco, many bought much more. We even had one of our honorary long distance members, JR from Bremerton, WA. email me and ask me to pick out one of Ken's Boswells or Petersons for him and he'd send me the money, which I was happy to do. When the dust had finally settled, Dock had sold around 85 pipes and most of the tobacco. The left over tobacco was added to our monthly raffle. This was a great way to carry on the memory of a good friend and help out his family at the same tiem, I hope we did Ken proud. I know I will always think of him while smoking his Savenelli Autograph. 
Holmes and Me........ by Ernie Whitenack As one ages nature plays tricks on the mind.
The past and its memories, long dismissed or at least filed
away, often spring to the forefront with the least provocation.
And yet the memory of just yesterday, for many, can be almost
impossible to recall. So it was as I listened to the BBC radio
recordings of Holmes and Watson. The suspense in the recorded
voices and the smell of my own pipe as I listened in the dim
light of evening suddenly carried me back some seventy years
to an earlier Holmes and Watson.
 This
tale of horror and apprehension started in the late 1930s when
I was a young lad, nine or ten years old. It was the weekly
radio visit of Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson to our humble, depression-depleted,
home that often set my heart to pounding and my skin to erupt
periodically with cold, tingling goose bumps. The two episodes,
most causing these physical anomalies, hang vividly in my memory.
The Speckled Band, with the feared Gypsies, assortment of dangerous animals and the intense suspense at the end as the two heroes sat in the darkened room awaiting God knows what, kept me fidgeting on the edge of my chair for most of the broadcast. And, to say nothing of the trepidation felt for weeks to come, however unjustified, while walking through high grass and taking shortcuts through wooded areas. I was always watchful for any sign of a yellow object with brown spots; just waiting for the dreaded Swamp Adder to strike. The Hound of the Baskervilles holds court on an even plain with the dreaded snake for lighting the fire of fear in my young mind and body. However, the hound found help in my friend George who lived just down the street. I was once again on the edge of my chair anxiously awaiting the next macabre attack of the hound. Smoke from Dad's pipe trickled through the room adding another sensory element to the event. Sir Henry and Watson were stealthy crossing the moor, checking on a signal light seen from the Manor, when the ghastly mournful howl broke forth. At that instant there was repeated loud pounding on the window in closest proximity to my chair. I jumped to my feet and felt the adrenaline rush of fear serge through my body. This was followed by gales of laughter emanating from the now visible face in the window of my friend George. Upon the realization that I had once again been had by my prankster friend, I wanted, in retaliation, to beat him up. The knowledge of his being a couple of years older and several inches taller quickly put that ambition to rest. To the surprise of my family, who never imagined I could have such dedication, these weekly visits continued for several years with seldom a miss. The obvious change in plots and dialog, as the supply of original stories waned and new writers began emulating Sir Arthur's style, brought disappointment and disinterest and almost an end to the weekly visits of my friends Holmes and Watson. My sister, on my fourteenth or fifteenth birthday, presented me with a hardbound copy of the Complete Sherlock Holmes. I passed the book on to my son at about the same age with the hope he would enjoy and cherish it as I had. Copyright © Ernest N. Whitenack, 2011 |
Pipes in the
Movies The Stranger --
with Orson Wells, Loretta Young and Edward G. Robinson -- 1946 Spaghetti Westerns What's your favorite pipe smoking movie? E-mail us. |
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The
old Philco radio sat on a side table spanning the space between
two windows of our large dining/family room. The room was seldom
used for dining as we, and most folks of the time, took meals
other than holidays and special occasions in the kitchen. The
round oak table with its massive base was however relegated
to homework for my sister and me and, a place for Dad to spread
out the daily newspaper. At these weekly visitations I would
pull one of the ornately carved dining room chairs as close
to the radio as possible and await the 
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