I posted the other day about what a sickly child I was, and how the doctor came to the house to take care of me. Having Rheumatic Fever as a baby and pneumonia eight times before I went off to college would probably qualify me as a sickly child by anybody's standard, don't you agree?
I think it's important to talk a bit about why my pneumonia bouts stopped when I went to college.
You see, way back when I went to the University of Alabama, students weren't allowed to smoke in the dorms or in class.
At home, on the other hand, my parents were both chain smokers. There were ashtrays full of cigarette butts and ashes in every room in the house except mine, and I remember when I was real little that Daddy had one of those fancy smoking stands by his favorite chair.
Were they ignoring my health problems?? Certainly not!! You'll have to understand that this was long before anyone even thought about putting a warning on the labels. Why, one of my favorite childhood penny candy treats at the neighborhood drugstore were the candy cigarettes, with the red colored tips, packaged to look like a pack of Lucky Strikes.
Would you believe even good old Dr. Brown, who came to the house to take care of me when I was sick, smoked at our house?? It just never occurred to the doctor, or to my parents, that the smoke was making me sick. That early exposure to such a large amount of smoke over such an extended period of time has left me extremely sensitive to it to this day.
Oh, you might be interested to know that Dr. Brown quit smoking when the warnings came out. When my Mama got really sick with a bleeding ulcer, she quit smoking. And when our older daughter was a baby, and she started mimicking my Daddy puffing smoke, he quit.
nostalgia, childhood memories, second hand smoke, quit smoking