This site is for stories from our past, told by family and friends. Family get togethers always include story telling. Some stories are retold, a few are new ones. In an attempt to save them, I am recording them individually, then transcribing them into a document. I'm excited, and more than just a little honored to begin the process of writing them down and sharing them. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
Sunday, January 10, 2016
The Cigar Episode
Ahh, our first written story! I'm excited! This one is from my dad, Herb Puckett. ~~Lori
The Cigar Episode
My dad normally did not smoke cigars because he could not
afford them. He was a Bull Durham man. But he stopped the Bull Durham when he
found alfalfa and mouse pills in the tobacco sack. Bull Durham was a little
cloth sack of tobacco with a drawstring on it with the cigarette papers to
build a cigarette glued to one side. Everything was all neat and put away in
one package. So anyway, he comes home with a cigar. I was well under school
age. I don't know [exactly] how old I was. So I looked at that and told my dad I
wanted one too. Well, of course, mom freaked, says, oh my god, don't you do
that! Well, my dad says let's let him do it, he'll get sick, and it won't have
an attraction anymore. That sounded like a peachy keen good idea. So he got one
out and lit it up. I puffed away on it. They kept watching me, no sign of a
green face or anything. About then, it was dinnertime. So we both laid our
cigars down in something that sufficed as an ash tray. Had dinner, lit up
again. So Dad said ok, this is going to do it, this will get him. We'll finish
So it came to pass that like so many of man's best plans that
often go astray, I finished that cigar. I did not get sick. I announced that
that was a pretty good deal. I was told that if I was ever caught doing that on
my own, I wouldn't be able to sit down for awhile. That's all I remember about
the cigar. Though at school, in later years, a couple of the guys used to call
me Smokey Stover. It was a cartoon guy running around on a single wheeled
device that went to the fires. So I was Smokey Stover for awhile. And so ends
the episode of the cigar.
A little history lesson: *At this time during The Depression, Bull Durham sold for 5 cents.
*Smokey Stover was the brain child of cartoonist William (Bill)
Holman. (1903-1987) He wrote about Smokey's escapades along with his boss, Chief
Cash U Nutt in over 150 leading newspapers.