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Tuesday, January 24, 2023

HOT TODDIES AND OTHER BAD HABITS

           


Late yesterday afternoon, I made myself a hot toddy. I was cold and it helped warm me right up. It also made me just a bit dizzy which made me think of my Grandma Ada. She’s the only other person I’ve ever known that drank hot toddies.

My grandma was there when I was born on a cold early morning. She remained a daily part of my life until I was twelve years old. I have many happy memories of her and the contributions she made to my life. Some of the brightest weavings in my life tapestry were by her.

Whenever we were celebrating something or it was a holiday, my daddy would ask grandma if she wanted a drink. She always asked for a hot toddy and that it not be too strong. I remember her getting a little silly by the time she finished her toddy. I also remember snuggling into bed with her and having her laugh because the bed was swirling around the room. It wasn’t swirling for me, but I loved being close and tight and saying I wouldn’t let her fall off the unsteady bed.

Something else my grandma did that I never took up or even came close to wanting to take up was snuff. In the hills of Tennessee, it was a normal thing for women to use snuff. It wasn’t the kind you see men using with a big cud of it in their cheeks. It was soft powdery brown snuff. Grandma only used it after dinner when it was time to relax. Then, she’d use her little silver spoon to put some of that powder in her lower lip in front of her teeth.

Apparently, the caffeine in the snuff relaxed her, but it also made her salivary glands work overtime. As long as she lived with us, she always had her “spit” can. You see, she wouldn’t swallow the brown-tinged saliva, but spit it into her can. We kids were always very careful of her spit can because the last thing we wanted was to knock it over. Even now, just typing this makes my stomach muscles kinda cringe at the very idea.

I don’t remember ever trying or wanting to try grandma’s snuff, unlike wanting to try my parents’ cigarettes. I think that spit can was entirely responsible for my not wanting to indulge. Why my parents’ ashtrays didn’t have the same effect, I’ll never know.

I did find my parents’ cigarettes disgusting as well, but then I wasn’t trying to smoke a virgin one. I tried smoking a couple of the butts left in the ashtray…so very very nasty. Oh, and I didn’t say they were Camel and Lucky Strike straights…even worse.

Even when I began smoking at the age of twenty-three or -four, I didn’t choose one of their brands or even my husband’s brand. I chose Virginia Slims and had no idea how addictive those skinny and oh so very cool cigarettes would become. I don’t think they were all that strong, because eventually I moved on to a stronger filter cigaretteS…never those Marlboroughs though.

It took many years and many attempts to give up cigarettes and even now, I can’t believe I actually smoked those things. Just today I had to walk by a group of people with at least one of them smoking…it STANK a lot. To think my house, car, clothes, body, hair all stank like that at various times in my life seems almost unbelievable now.

These days I’m extremely pure although like my grandma, I do like me a hot toddy now and then.

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for the email. I enjoy reading your blog look forward to reading it everyday. I remember your. Grandma and her spit can, when we would come to see your mom we would go see her in her apartment and scott was just a little one about 1 or 2 we had to make sure he didn't play with the can which he wanted to so very badly.

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