Marc Chevalier
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Vietnamese Hmong tribeswomen smoke pipes all the time.
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BegintheBeguine said:I've mentioned several times I smoke a pipe but that was before someone revived this thread.
When I was a child I saw a lady's pipe in orange in a budget department store and it was so cool. I so wish I could find something like that now, the pipe and that kind of department store. Anyway, I smoke a succession of cheapy Dr. Grabows from the PX and a lowly corncob. My kinfolk are hillbillies and it's possible I'm a grandmother so perhaps I resemble Mammy Yokum, although my figure is more like Moonbeam McSwine's, but I don't care!; I smoke in public. My teeth are fine.
"My grandfather, Calvin Galusha Coolidge, died when I was six years old. He was a spar man over six feet tall, of a nature which caused people to find in him, and of a character which made him a constant choice for public office. His mother and her family showed a marked trace of Indian blood. I never saw her, but he took me one time to see her sister, his very aged aunt, whom we found sitting in the chimney corner smoking a clay pipe.
This was so uncommon that I always remembered it. I thought tobacco was only for men, though I had seen old ladies outside our neighborhood buy snuff at the store."
J.S.Udontknowme said:
Waal, I put fresh batteries in the Kodak but Ash hasn't lit a pipe in a while as she's had a nasty lingering cold. Stay tuned.Hela said:Yup, you set yourself up on that. I can't wait to see your pic