Seemed to me that almost every adult smoked when I was a kid in the 50s and 60s. My dad started smoking in the army but quit when my younger siblings came along. At age 7, I asked a chain-smoking uncle if I could have a "puff" of his cigarette. After I puked for an hour, I never had the urge to smoke ever again. My surgeries and long recoveries/rehabs, plus an annual problem with bronchitis depleted my lung capacity. Wish I had known 30 years ago that allergy shots would prevent the bronchitis episodes.MaryAnn wrote:My father was a three packs a day unfiltered camel smoker. When the lung cancer data came out, he quit cold turkey. Actually that would indicate that I wasn't in a smoking household during all the time I said I was, because of when he quit. I do remember ashtrays full of butts though, and how bad they smelled to me. What I don't remember is any hoopla when he quit; he just did it. He didn't die of any smoking related disease. Neither did my mother, who was never able to quit having the very occasional cigarette when she was upset.
The most interesting smoker was my grandmother, who cooked a big farm breakfast of sourdough biscuits, eggs, and bacon. She would eat breakfast, clear away the dishes, and then get her morning cup of coffee and smoke her one cigarette of the day, a filtered Kool menthol.