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 £1.50 for twenty in those days, and now I believe are in excess of £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. 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