Journal 4

Both my parents and my grandparents are deceased. So I'm going to recall for you a story my mother used to tell us when we were young.My mother grew up on a farm. My mother and her sister use to go down behind the barn and smoke tobacco. Her brother got curious as to what they were up to sneaking off like that. So one day he decided to follow them, when he saw what they were up to he went to tell their father. Their father took them behind the barn the next day. He had them smoke till they were turning green, and losing their supper. My mother said," I never want to smoke another day in my life. She use to tell this story whenever she thought one of us was thinking about smoking, and kind of hinted as to what would happen if we did. Tina Holmes