Many of the brethren chew tobacco, and I have advised them to be modest about it. Do not take out a whole plug of tobacco in meeting before the eyes of the congregation, and cut off a long slice and put it in your mouth, to the annoyance of everybody around. … If you must use tobacco, put a small portion in your mouth when no person sees you, and be careful that no one sees you chew it. I do not charge you with sin.
--Brigham Young
I'm NOT making fun of the LDS here. These were the manners of the time (1860s).
Posted by: gail | November 29, 2005 at 09:05 PM
OMG...
*slapping duct tape over her mouth and crawling under the desk*
Posted by: Pie Shell | November 29, 2005 at 09:11 PM
My grandfather chewed tobacco. God, what a disgusting habit.
Posted by: gail | November 29, 2005 at 09:13 PM
We used to when we were flying after the AF banned cigarette smoking on the planes. Sure had to keep close track of which was your spit and which was your coffee cup.
Posted by: prairie biker | November 29, 2005 at 09:32 PM
My grandfather used a coffee can. Gack. AND smoked cigars. AND lived with us. Sweet little old man, but boy did he create a mess.
Posted by: gail | November 29, 2005 at 09:37 PM
Around here it was which Dr. Pepper can was least warm.
Ewwwwwww.
Posted by: Pie Shell | November 29, 2005 at 09:38 PM
I have a spittoon (just for show) and also my pipe and bag of tobacco right next to my favorite winged arm chair. If only I had a fireplace.
Posted by: prairie biker | November 29, 2005 at 09:50 PM
PB: Get yourself a little Chiminaria for the back patio, drag your chair and spittoon out with you and make yerself cozy!
Posted by: Pie Shell | November 29, 2005 at 09:54 PM
If you must use tobacco, put a small portion in your mouth when no person sees you, and be careful that no one sees you chew it. I do not charge you with sin.
If you must use coffee, drink Shelleigh's in the breakroom when no one from your ward is looking. I do not charge you with sin.
(love you girls!!! he heeeeeee)
Posted by: Pie Shell | November 29, 2005 at 09:56 PM
My grandfather Robbie's dad was a pastor and when they needed to raise money for the church he'd tell them to "close the windows and doors because we ain't leaving till we raise $100." Normally the tobacco chewers would fund anything so that they could open the windows on those summer mornings. It seems the women weren't keen on men who spit tobacco juice on the floors that they kept clean.
Posted by: Rob. B | November 30, 2005 at 12:55 AM