The scent of cigarette smoke always reminds me of my father-in-law. It's funny how nolstalgic one can become at the smell of something so bad to one's health...
Yes, Linda! So true! I remember the smell of my father's hands, when he pulled my wiggly front teeth. It was a familiar smell, not bad to me then, but now I know it was the smell of nicotine...ew!
Ah, yes, I remember. Coffee and cigarettes was the perfume of most 1960s moms. Your eyes (and mine) burned for many reasons in our chaotic childhoods, and still do, even though our moms are gone. Thanks for this nostalgic moment, Sharon. I look forward to seeing what new things you bring us.
Ah, the good old days. I can almost taste that picture. My eyes burn, also, Sharon!
It's true, James Ron.
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The scent of cigarette smoke always reminds me of my father-in-law. It's funny how nolstalgic one can become at the smell of something so bad to one's health...
Yes, Linda! So true! I remember the smell of my father's hands, when he pulled my wiggly front teeth. It was a familiar smell, not bad to me then, but now I know it was the smell of nicotine...ew!
Ah, yes, I remember. Coffee and cigarettes was the perfume of most 1960s moms. Your eyes (and mine) burned for many reasons in our chaotic childhoods, and still do, even though our moms are gone. Thanks for this nostalgic moment, Sharon. I look forward to seeing what new things you bring us.
So evocative!