Jack McCall: Smoking in the Brim Hollow
My grandparents on both sides of the family refrained from using tobacco products of any kind. My mother admitted she smoked a little corn silk and “rabbit tobacco” when she was a girl. On the other hand, my father enjoyed a good chew now and then. It was not unusual for my father, as he walked down the hallway of a tobacco barn, to reach up and grab a “tip” leaf, blow the dust off, roll it up and stuff it inside his jaw. When he did buy chewing tobacco, he preferred Red Man.
Updated Oct 13, 2018 at 5:00 PM