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Pipe Smoking in the 1960’s
Over thanksgiving My father in law told me a hallarious story of his first memories of smoking a pipe. Let me set the stage: Little Rock Arkansas, 1962 my father in law was just 5 years old. He goes on to tell me this beautiful and shocking story:
“Dad would go in the kitchen and fix two big bowls of vanilla ice cream and say ‘come on son lets go watch Carson in bed.’ Dad would then pull out two pipes, one bent for him and one straight that he would hand to me (remember he was 5!). Then we’d fill the bowls with cherry flavored tobacco from the local drug store. We’d light our pipes and smoke in bed while watching Johnny carson, and eating vanilla ice cream. One of my best memories of my dad, boy how times have changed.”
Times have changed indeed, but a great story of a father and son and a memory that will last a lifetime! Here’s to you Big E!
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Thanks for the walk down memory lane…really made me think back upon the times i had with my father. thanks for making your blog personable.
Glad to help bring back some good memories. Thanks for the comment Chris.
Your father in law was 5 years old in 1962…..DAMN I’m getting old!
Nice story though, thanks Sean.
Mark
Hell, I was born in 1962. How old do you think I feel?
Haha sorry guys.
Nice story and very interesting topic. I had my first hit on a cigerette at the age of 5, but that wasn’t a pleasant experience.
In ‘62 I was filling my dorm room at UMass with the smoke from Pall Mall unfiltereds and the occasional bowl of Green or Yellow Sail or Middleton Cherry. And you all think YOU feel old!
Old? I was 27 that year and the wife expecting our third child. Would have been Mr. Carson’s first year on the show. I was smoking Prince Albert or “PA means Pipe Appeal” through many a Kaywoodie.