Can't remember what brand Grandma dipped, but it might have been Garrett's.
Was it ground to a fine powder?  When Dad was about ready to muster out, we
lived in Michigan.  Grandma came north for a visit and sent me on one of
those "secret missions".  Those Yankees' idea of snuff was Copenhagen, so I
got in dutch with the old lady!  Did your grandma have snuff stains at the
corners of her mouth?  Gad!  How nasty!  Are their any old Southron women
still dippin'?

When I was sixteen I took her to a "Six Flags" with some of my buddies (they
thought she was a hoot).  We got her on a roller coaster (she was probably
70 at the time) and she started screaming and all that snuff started to fly!
All I can say is, I'm sure glad I wasn't in the car behind her! ;-)

-Kyle

-----Original Message-----
From: BG Greer, PhD [mailto:[log in to unmask]]
Sent: Monday, September 30, 2002 3:54 PM
To: [log in to unmask]
Subject: Re: "social smoking"


In a message dated 9/30/02 1:49:21 PM, [log in to unmask] writes:

> Not as bad as my grandma's snuff dippin' (had her 'jar' in her
>purse--I just know Ken and Bobby know what I'm talking about.  Right,
>guys?).
>Yuck!
>-Kyle
My maternal grandma would send  me on secret mission to the store to buy her
Garrett's Snuff. The she would chew on the non-business end of a kitchen
match, dip the match in the snuff and place in her mouth. Really nasty!

Bobby