People thought nothing of lighting up wherever they were. Here is Jerry at maybe under a year old with his dad and Grandpa Morrison, both smokers, 1938.
|1938 Jerry as a tot, held by his dad and his|
Grandpa Morrison alongside. Notice both men have cigarettes
Mom and her husband both smoked and I hated it when I was a child and would ask her to please not leave her dirty ashtrays all around. She paid no attention to me. I put a sign on my bedroom door, "No Smoking" I might have been an early anti smoker, ahead of my time. I tried smoking briefly in my 20's to be sociable, many friends smoked, many people smoked at work, at their desks, so I tried it too. But I was never converted, and soon quit because I hated the smell, and honest to goodness, I NEVER inhaled. I know our former president made that statement famous, but I can believe that because I did likewise. I would get a mouthful of smoke, not even think of inhaling but blow the smoke away from me while furiously waving it away.
|1971 Christmas Day Me with Jerry and his cigarette|
|1986 Jerry to the right with his late cousin Kip Cook|
The Cooks visited us in Newcastle, and Jerry went outside
for his smoke
Funny how 1986 fits a Sepia theme this week. As does our 2010 trip in North Carolina where amongst other sites we toured the a Durham Museum dedicated to the preservation of the history of tobacco in this country and its importance to revenues in the South. I cannot find my photos or perhaps that day I took none, only this of an old poster.
It was fascinating to see cigarette dispensing machines, now artifacts of a time when the country touted smoking and tobacco was revered. Today there is an organization, Artomat, that refurbishes the old cigarette vending machines to dispense various kinds of artwork or crafty items. I think that is clever. Here is their website, and we have seen these in Louisiana. http://laughingsquid.com/art-o-mat-retired-cigarette-vending-machines-converted-to-sell-art/
|Refurbished cigarette vending machine|