Box
At first I had no idea what to do for this but after Shirebounds post I came to think of something I knew my mother had. So I drove there and took this pic yesterday.
It's 3 little snuffboxes made by mother's paternal grandfather in the 1930's. They're made of birch bark and my mother told me he had this as a hobby. (He was a farmer)
It's 3 little snuffboxes made by mother's paternal grandfather in the 1930's. They're made of birch bark and my mother told me he had this as a hobby. (He was a farmer)
My great-grandmother was a Choctaw Indian, and it was acceptable for women to "dip snuff" which is really chewing tobacco. She had a spittoon and dribbled. I was a very little girl, but it grossed me out--that foul brown liquid... I was an obedient child, but I absolutely hated having to kiss her goodbye. I did it, but it was with great reluctance! I knew that when I grew up, I was never dipping snuff! Hey, that's one childhood resolution I've kept. :D
I'm not sure I should have used the word snuff since that is really the dry form of it. My great grandfather would have had it wet, but not like chewing tobacco but under the upper lip. There was some kind difference I don't remember now. :P
I've never tried it either. It really is disgusting.