Lucille, Now I am not saying a word about your age,,,,,but my grandmother told me how she and the other kids used to slip around and smoke grapevine and corn silk. She must a been older than you,tho, because she quit back in 1943,when she was 41. Her name was Susa Izora Daniel, and she was born Sept. 26,1902 and died Feb 5, 1988. Now I had my first smoke back in 1971.My mother had lit a cigarette took about 2 puff, threw it on the ground, and went around the side of the house. I snatched it up,ran around back and went thru my grandfather's room,which had a door to the screened porch, and went thru to the bathroom. I tried a puff, and it was awful.(Kool Filter Kings) I talked myself into one more,then started feeling a little sick.I was twelve years old and didn't touch another cigarette until I was fourteen. By then a girlfriend of mine had taught me how to smoke without inhaleing. Never touched another Kool,tho. Never got caught,either. My husband was one of five children, and one day the four oldest ones got caught smoking. Their parents made each one eat a cigarette. Two days later my husbands' appendix ruptured and he had emergency surgury. His mother blames herself to this very day. Thanks for the memories ! Now Miss Emma Hall lived up the holler from us,and she used to dip snuff. She had the habit bad.Her front teeth were brown. But I loved Miss Emma,because she always would pull me up in her lap and rock me whenever me and grandmother went a visiting. She was always in that rockin' chair,with a coffee can nearby ! Old Nat Scholes,another neighbor,smoked a pipe. If he wasn't working,he was smoking. Seems like his tobacco was called Red Cheif. He lived in an old,old log cabin with a dogtrot down the center and a front porch,too. On one side of the dogtrat was the formal parlor. It had a big feather bed in there,too. On the other side was another room the same size,and I guess it was once the kitchen,but the family had built another room that went back to make an L shape and it had another porch off of it. My favorite part of the house was the up- stairs. The only way to get up there was from the dogtrot.There were a couple of steps leading to an old plank door and when you went thru the door the old wooden staircase was steep and made two or three right turns before you got to the top.Once you made it to the top there was a center hall over the dogtrot with a window to the front and one to the back. there were two rooms,one to each side of the hall room. The windows were all set at floor level to fit under the sloping roof. When Mr. Nat passed away, somebody rich,I guess,moved the whole thing up to Tennessee City and added all kinds of modern conviences. Mr. Nat was always content with the 2 stone fireplaces and the cast iron cook stove. I am glad it still stands somewhere,tho. When Mr. Nat passed away,he was about 102 years old,and had been in the nursing home for a few years. I think he died in about 1987 so I guess he was born about 1885. After my grandaddy had a heartattack,Mr.Nat used to come down and mow our yard. It was about 2 acres and he used a pushmower. I guess he was about 77 or 78 back then, (ten years older than grandaddy). They laid Mr. Nat to rest at the Hillcrest Cemetery. His beloved wife,Mrs.Pearl, is still buried on the hill behind the spot where the old cabin stood. I could ramble on all night about those people and that place in time that made my childhood such a wondrous thing. I wouldn't trade a single day of it for all the computers and satelite dishes in the world.