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andythebeagle

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I screw things up a lot.  That's because I'm not as brite as I Like to think I am, have ADHD, am dyslexic and I think somewhat autistic.

None of what my life was like as a child exists any more, because the world invaded that part of the country.

I will give you a bit if a back story so you can put everything into perspective.  I come from Southern Appalachian Hillbilly stock.  All my folks came from the coal mining area of West Virginia.  A few even ended up in Eastern Tennessee.  I'm of Shawnee, German and Irish stock.  I was brought up in what we now know as poverty.  We never knew we were poor, because there was no way to compare with those who weren't.  Everyone I knew were poor and everyone had deep connections to the coal mines or pulp wood.  There weren't any "modern conveniences" like phones, cars, school buses, radio, TV, or even news papers.  The world was very small and none of us really knew any other part of the world even existed.  A trip to the company store was an all day  trip that meant we hitched a team, climbed in a wagon with enough food for the day, all the kids and dogs and left around 6AM after planning for a week.  My dad had to walk to work, I remember thinking a very long way, and he was always exhausted and angry.

My first taste of tobacco was when I was 8 years old and my grand dad decided it was time for me to learn how to roll my own.  Out came his Prince Albert can along with OCB or Riz La papers, no glue, and I practiced under his watchful eye until I got it right.  My mom had a fit when she found out, but it was too late.  I was a committed smoker along with all the rest of the kids in the area.  We were all either smoking or chewing by age 10 or so.

My first pipe was a cob.  I was 12, and it was common to see everyone with a cob.  No one knew anything about a briar, and besides, that's all the company store carried.  Half and Half, Prince Albert, Bugler, Bull Durham (in a cloth bag with a string) rolling papers, and chew.  Mail Pouch or nothing.  My grand dad loved Copenhagen.  Me?  I still chew and rub me a little Copenhagen.
Mostly, there wasn't any work for anyone and we lived off the land.  We had a "dirt farm" and raised ALL our food or hunted.  We farmed with horses and mules, had a small dairy herd and goats.  The chickens were my pets as well as dinner, and the pigs were playful and friendly.  My grand dad was a real Mountain Man who knew more crafts and had survival skills we all have only heard of and never knew really existed.  He taught all us kids everything he knew, even how to trap, hunt rattle snakes and gin sang, and how to make everything we needed for the house from split oak or willow.

It was a great and wonderful life that now, at 75, I'm sorry to see is no longer.

When I was around 13, we joined the mass migration from that life to end up in New York State, just South of Rochester.  That was in 1957.  Life was turned upside down for me and I still feel out of place in this century.  I live in Webster, NY now, and I love The Rochester, NY area.  I lived downtown Rochester for about 30 years, and was forced to move when we had a house fire.  I loved living in Rochester.

I've had a great and interesting life so far, with experiences that have kept me eager for more, and hoping I can live for a lot longer.

I've done things that a lot of people would give their right arm for.  I will list them for your entertainment.  I'm a blue collar person with a blue collar mind and way of living, and would never change even a moment of it.  1st up, a US Navy veteran of 7 years.  Spent that time in the North Atlantic aboard a Tin Can.  Auto and truck mechanic, wood worker, carpenter, black smith, farrier, leather worker (making harness and other tack) I tried coopering but couldn't get it right.  In my 30s I quit work and graduated from college with a paper that said I was a Mechanical Engineer, was a school teacher for a while (shop and other artsy type things) drove big trucks when the job market died, managed a machine shop as a surgical instrument designer and maker (the other guys were much better at it than I was) and at one time my dad even tried to teach me watch making.  He was THE best watch maker ever.  I was also a musician for over 20 years playing the tuba.  A few years back I had to quit that after a stroke.  I played in several bands and a local symphony orchestra.  Favorite music?  Jazz and classical.

Now, I'm retired with a lot of time on my hands and after discovering Estate Pipes on eBay, and getting a terminal case of PAD, and subsequent TAD, here I am.  My very first briar was a Dr. Grabow.  That's all I know about it.  I was 16 or so and I remember smoking it to death.  My first and only choice in tobacco has always been Prince Albert, with a few  excursions into a few other typical American OTC drug store burleys.  I always came back to PA.  It is my go to, even if I have others on hand.  There are some additional favorites among the aromatics and of course, other burleys.  Peter Stokkebey does some wonderful things to burley tobacco, along with Lane.  Most of the other companies actually suck at it, with only a few exceptions with individual blends.  If I ever find I can't get PA any more, It'll be time to hang up the pipes forever.

Today, I spend hours repairing and restoring my pipes.  I have an obsession with needing to do hand work.  I put on some music and disappear.  I have a great bunch of tools for doing them, and I use rebornpipes and baccypipes at wordpress as mentors.  I also buy pipes from Steve.  He does a great job.
 
Very comprehensive bio and intro Andy. You've certainly lived a full and interesting life. Thanks for the background and hope you are comfortable sharing more with us at BoB.


Cheers,

RR
 
Welcome! Thank you for sharing a bit of your story with us. I hope you enjoy your stay here.
 
A v interesting read, Andy. Gosh, you've led a rich life. It's good to have you amongst our ranks.

Stick.
 
Welcome to the Brotherhood!

I had a Grandfather that outlived his first wife of 50 years and second wife of 25. He passed just before his 101st and was born in the 1890s. He pretty much saw it all. From trains to cars to aircraft, 2 world wars, medicine technology, communications the works. I asked him what the most amazing thing he experienced in his lifetime and that was landing on the moon. The one thing he would never talk about was the great depression.

My wife's step father lives on the land here in NC where he was born and even the log cabin he grew up in is still standing. I recited my story about my grandfather and how he wouldn't talk about the great depression. He replied, "Hell we didn't know there was a depression going on we were so poor!"
 
Most of the time I pat myself on the back, thinking what a great time a new member will have here, learning from the vast store of our member’s knowledge and expertise. This time however, I think that might be turned upside down. I’m thinking we’re the ones that will benefit from your history and sharing.

Welcome aboard.
 
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