Reading this thread takes me back to my childhood,where in the evenings the smell of my Fathers pipe would fill the house along with a lot of smoke,but passive hysteria was not around in those days.
Even though it was what seems like a long time ago that wonderous aroma still is strong in my mind,if my Father was in a good mood I was allowed to rub the tobacco and fill the pipe for him.I only found out in later years that my Father used to empty it and repack it when I was not around.
Pipe smoking parents are wonderful.
Even though it was what seems like a long time ago that wonderous aroma still is strong in my mind,if my Father was in a good mood I was allowed to rub the tobacco and fill the pipe for him.I only found out in later years that my Father used to empty it and repack it when I was not around.
Pipe smoking parents are wonderful.































