Smokers

I think I come from a family of smokers.

Uncle Errol smokes. So does Uncle Howard. So did Grand Aunt Baby. Numerous uncles on Nanny's side, the Pereiras. And I think Great Grand Uncle Norman with his 2 wives (Hogan side). I can't remember if GrandPop smoked but he died, before I was born, of liver problems so drinking was his vice, not smoking.

I even have a memory of attending GGUncle Norman's wake, walking into one of the church rooms, being greeted by a table FULL of old, wizened but terribly charming Eurasian women, with cries of Come sit here, darling! My, how you've grown! Who's daughter is she again? A fellow smoker! Sit down! Sit down! Join us!

But I digress, as usual.....

See, I've just had a visit from Aunty Dolly who, with Uncle Errol, had moved to Calgary about a decade ago. I had three cousins who were yea-high when they moved. All grown up now. And the eldest... tada! Also smokes now.

So. We've got me, my sis and my bro from my family, from non-smoking parents. And now Jenna. That would make it 2 families now, with the current generation carrying on the "tradition". And lest you think this is just a case of misplaced pride, it isn't. It's just an observation.


Oh well.