In the first apartment I moved into, the pervious owner left behind many things of worth. After his wifes death his children moved him to Florida where they lived. My understanding is his children only took what was needed for their father. This tin was one of the things considered unimportant. Inside is a match box colletion this man owned. I liked this idea so much and at the same time, it saddened me that he no longer had something that was nostalgic. Moved by his sensitivity, I desided to continue his collection for him. This is what is inside the tin. Most of these match box's are mine. These are my favorites.