Smoking A Cigar

When the wife of one of the guys that my dad worked with had a baby, the guy gave everyone a cigar.  My dad didn’t smoke, so it was there at the house.  I commented a couple times that I wanted to try smoking it.  So one day in December 1962, my dad let me try it.  He made me smoke about a third of it.  I actually turned green.  In my diary I wrote:  “I smoked a cigar in the evening and I’ll never, never do it again.  It was terrible.”  Bleh!!  I think my dad wanted me to smoke enough of that cigar so that I wouldn’t have the desire to do it again.  It worked.  Except for smoking three or four Winston cigarettes when I was a freshman in college, I’ve never had the desire to smoke.

Below is a photo of me when I'm not smoking a cigar!  It was taken in our backyard.  I'm wearing a blouse that my mom made, and I'm not wearing my glasses.  If you want, click on the photo to see me better.