The Snuff Tasting

When I was very small, I imagine about 3 or 4, I was intrigued by my Dad and his snuff. He chewed Copenhagen, a 3 can a day habit. I of course figured it was candy and begged him every day for a little. Finally over the protests of my mother he gave in and gave me a big chew. I swallowed it very quickly and immediately it came back up. For years I couldn’t be around even the smell of it. Don’t know if this is in the parents manual how to keep a kid from chewing tobaccy, but it sure as heck worked with me. No I don’t recommend it, but maybe this was the forerunner of aversion therapy? My Dad probably should have some royalties, I’m sure of it.

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One Comment

  1. Slim says:

    Dad finally was able to quit chewing about 10 to 12 years before he passed. Tough tough habit to break, he still reached for his shirt pocket almost to the day he died.

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