Tobacco memories

Pipe tobacco reminds me of my grandfathers. Both smoked a pipe, but their tobacco brands were different.
My Dad had a couple of small pipes on a stand, but I don;t really remember him smoking one. He rolled his own cigarettes using rizla papers and Digger Shag.
I started smoking when I was 17, gave up when I was 20, and started again after separating from my husband in 1980. We met by accident at a local divorced and separated club and I noticed he was smoking a cigar. I have NEVER liked the smell of cigars in any shape or form, and had to laugh when he said that smoking a cigarette was a disgusting habit. The fact that he looked totally green as well as ridiculous made me smile at his double standard.

When Hubby and I met in 1989, we both smoked, me on almost 40 a day and he on 20. No matter how broke we were, we always had our ciggies. Mind you, they were only about Β£1.50 for twenty in those days, and now I believe are in excess of Β£10!
We both quit when we got married in May 1991, so the new Mr and Mrs were non smokers. Apart from one puff at Christmas that year, I have never had another. I don’t even know why I had that single puff, which was absolutely vile.
I have dreams about reverting back, dreams which are so real I wake up feeling guilty having thrown all those non-smoking years away and then realising it was only a dream.
Neither of us can abide the smell of cigarettes now, tailor mades or roll ups.Β  It was one thing Maggie would pick up on, and extremely rare for her to go near a smoker for fuss.

I have been relieved on the recent occasions I have had chest Xrays that my lungs are clear. For someone who smoked as heavily as I did for a number of years, that is indeed a blessing.
Written for FOWC: 13th April

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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18 Responses to Tobacco memories

  1. Steve Tanham says:

    Lovely post, Di. So glad you had the strength to leave it behind.

    • I’d tried to give up in the 80s, but it never lasted.
      Ex partner smoked as did a lot of our friends, so they always saw it as a bit of a challenge to tease me about trying to quit.
      Fast forward to 1991, I think because Hubby and I gave up together, it was a lot easier. Mind you, we made the car non smoking and the bedroom, then the entire flat. We certainly don’t miss it and there is no way I’d go back now.

  2. willowdot21 says:

    My Dad permanently had a pipe in his mouth… I don’t remember what he smoked. The whole family smoked at one time or another but none of us now. So glad you got lucky πŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œ

  3. You are indeed blessed that you didn’t develop lung problems from smoking, but you quit in a reasonable amount of time too (in my opinion). My hubby was a three-pack a day (? might have been more or less, he didn’t smoke cigarettes when I met him) man in his prime, and he said one day he was driving down the road and thought just how disgusting the habit was and threw an almost full carton of the things out the window. Joke on him because he said he stopped at the next truck stop and bought another carton. But soon after he quit, cold turkey. He was really nasty to smokers when he’d encounter them too, which was ironic. Because he never gave up smoking, he just gave up smoking tobacco. His death from COPD (chronic obstructive pulmonary disease) was not a great surprise.

    • We avoid smokers now, and see it as their choice, but wish them not to be around us.
      I am sorry for your loss Melanie.
      I was indeed lucky not to have respiratory
      issues, though as a child I did, and if I got a cough, it always went down on my chest.

  4. murisopsis says:

    My father smoked a pipe and the occasional cigar, for my mother it was cigarettes. When I was in college my father was diagnosed with pre-cancerous plaques in his throat and on his tongue. The oral surgeon told him it was his choice: Quit and have a recheck in 6 months or don’t quit and he’d see him in surgery in 6 months to remove part of his tongue and his larynx. He quit cold turkey and never looked back. It took my mother another 4 years. After she quit she would apologize for subjecting us to her smoke – she still does even though it has been many years (she quit in 1982)!

  5. Sadje says:

    I’m glad you stopped smoking.

  6. John Holton says:

    I used to smoke quite heavily until I turned 35 or so, then just got tired of it and quit. I had no withdrawal symptoms or other trouble, just kind of said “that’s it,” and, well, that was it. I miss it, not so much the smoking as just carrying around cigarettes and a Zippo lighter. The last several nights I’ve had dreams of being line to buy a pack. It’s weird.

  7. Ian Kay says:

    My grandad smoked Golden Virginia in roll-ups. He’d get me to lick the edge of the paper sometimes. I remember the unlit tobacco smelled rich and sweet. The empty tins were useful for storing small things in, before they switched to soft packaging.
    If he was flush, he’d treat himself to 20 Player’s Senior Service. He was the only smoker in our house.

  8. Carol anne says:

    It is indeed a blessing that your lungs are clear and not damaged! I am glad you gave up! I hate cigarettes!

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