Pipes and my father

[Mad Hatter]

My dad had a large sized black rustic with a yellow stem and a removable meerschaum bowl insert that he smoked once in a blue moon. He's never liked the pipe much but never gave up trying to get into the groove. His grandfather was a regular pipe smoker burning Kentucky Club, Half&Half, SWR and PA all day long. Grandpa's house was like a picture of times long past, a real tour of Americana, and smelled like a blend of smoke, coffee and tobacco. He had to quit when he moved to "The Sunshine Center" in his late '80s. If I remember right he was burried with his favorite pipe in 1989.

[StufnPuf]

When I was really young my father smoked pipes and so did my grandfather. I can remember my dad waking me up in the middle of the night during thunderstorms and we would sit on the porch and watch the lightning while he smoked his pipe. At some point he stopped smoking a pipe and smoked cigarettes but I always remembered that smell of tobacco and loved it when I would pass a pipe smoker.
I can also remember multiple occasions riding in my dad's truck while he smoked and even going to the tobacconist with him and how wonderful it smelled inside.
The day I turned 18 I went and bought two pipes and did my best to smoke them then I moved for college and when I came back the pipes were gone. Probably my mother that took em.
Anyways here I am at 22. Just bought two cobs and love smoking them. It's amazing how many memories of childhood that have been coming back even when I thought about getting a pipe again.
It's wonderful and I think I will smoke my pipes as long as I can.