Whereas I am a practising Catholic and quite enjoy Presbyterian Mixture...
Your Heritage, Your Pipe Smoking
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Have some native american, so i may be genetically programmed to revere the tobacco spirit, but also some irish, german, english and have relations mentioned in the 1880 census as FC which i understand to have meant Free Colored.
In KY they call people of that admixture hillbilly or melungeon and im happy enough to be known as either.
In KY they call people of that admixture hillbilly or melungeon and im happy enough to be known as either.
Scotch-Irish here, mostly Irish (County Clare), but family has been in America since 1750, so really identify as American (but really Alaskan) more than anything else.
I do celebrate St. Paddy’s, and will be smoking (likely Peterson products) on said day, but this year maybe out of an MM Emerald Cob, as my families generations long and constant migration west (we seem to have followed the frontier) put them in Missouri in the 1800’s where they would have been celebrating the holiday, likely with cobs if they smoked. I’ll also of course be enjoying a few tall cans of Murphy’s alongside plenty of Greenore, Connemara Peated, and Jameson 15 year pure pot still. Corned Moose and Cabbage in the Instant Pot.
And I do try to go All American on the 4th, usually with McClelland in an american artisan pipe of some kind, Davis, Wiley, or Boswell most likely.
I do celebrate St. Paddy’s, and will be smoking (likely Peterson products) on said day, but this year maybe out of an MM Emerald Cob, as my families generations long and constant migration west (we seem to have followed the frontier) put them in Missouri in the 1800’s where they would have been celebrating the holiday, likely with cobs if they smoked. I’ll also of course be enjoying a few tall cans of Murphy’s alongside plenty of Greenore, Connemara Peated, and Jameson 15 year pure pot still. Corned Moose and Cabbage in the Instant Pot.
And I do try to go All American on the 4th, usually with McClelland in an american artisan pipe of some kind, Davis, Wiley, or Boswell most likely.
Diolch yn fawr iawn! Thank you for starting this thread. What impresses me about the replies is how we may be aware of our heritages yet are willing to explore other possibilities. I lift a bowl to all.
My family has been in America for between 100-150 years, depending on which side. My mom‘s heritage is all German Saxon, and my Dads is Danish and German Saxon. My great grandfather immigrated from Copenhagen in the early 1900’s, so I am able to incorporate a lot of Danish pipes and tobaccos into my collection with a nod to my Viking heritage.
Please, no Meerschäume with 'Vikings' wearing horned helmets, if you wanna remain true to said Viking heritage. ?
Never! Not a fan of figurals, but a Viking should look like this:
It’s on my list maybe I’ll buy it just to see what color it burns in comparison to the ballots of the papel conclave.
I mean, I'm not Catholic but I'd totally fire up some Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrow Mixture if it tastes anywhere near as good as Presby! Or even some Buddha's Belly Blend, Hasidic Kosher Kake, Devil's Haircut Shag, Muhammadan Moon Melange, Shivaite Twist, Taoist Flake... trying not to leave anyone out!
I'm Greek, my pipe heritage is very far from my tastes, check out the picture below:
An interesting period description of the whole ritual is: "The cubuk (Turkish for "pipe") usually consists of a red clay pot (but could be meerschaum, briar, or marble) and a long, pierced wooden stick with an ornate mouthpiece. The first requirement for the stick it to be very long and thick, in the best (richest) houses they smoke from veritable clubs. Any self-respecting stick should be washed and scrubbed on the inside daily. Mouthpieces can be made from horn, ivory, wood, or porcelain and can be jeweled, but those from glass or amber are of no use other than to spoil the sweet taste of the smoke. Real smokers like to bite the aromatic wood (typically from lemon, orange, jasmine or cherry wood). A servant would prepare the pipe and smoke it on the way to the guests to keep it lit. The tobacco should overflow the pot in golden furls."
An interesting period description of the whole ritual is: "The cubuk (Turkish for "pipe") usually consists of a red clay pot (but could be meerschaum, briar, or marble) and a long, pierced wooden stick with an ornate mouthpiece. The first requirement for the stick it to be very long and thick, in the best (richest) houses they smoke from veritable clubs. Any self-respecting stick should be washed and scrubbed on the inside daily. Mouthpieces can be made from horn, ivory, wood, or porcelain and can be jeweled, but those from glass or amber are of no use other than to spoil the sweet taste of the smoke. Real smokers like to bite the aromatic wood (typically from lemon, orange, jasmine or cherry wood). A servant would prepare the pipe and smoke it on the way to the guests to keep it lit. The tobacco should overflow the pot in golden furls."
You're a Litvak! My great grandmother also had Chinese eyes. Maybe we're Siamese twins!
I am an American, whose ancestors all came to this country before the Civil War. Indeed, as best as I can tell, except for my maternal grandfather's family, they were all here before the War of Independence. They came from England, Germany, France, and Scotland.
I pay absolutely no attention to that when I smoke my pipe, although I do smoke blends that originated in all of those countries except France. I make up for that by having a couple of French pipes.
I pay absolutely no attention to that when I smoke my pipe, although I do smoke blends that originated in all of those countries except France. I make up for that by having a couple of French pipes.
I'm an American. When I get back I may pick up a corncob to smoke while doing yard work. Corncob pipes strike me as being quintessentially American. I suppose all tobacco is originally American.
I know the line that bears my surname was in New Amsterdam (current Manhattan, New
York) no later than 1630. Being in America for so long means that side has a mix of northern European ancestry (Dutch, Irish, German, Swedish, English, who knows what else). My mothers side came over from Ireland in the 19th century. Some of my sisters and my mother identify strongly with being of Irish heritage. I've never lived in Ireland so calling myself Irish is, in my opinion, silly. I'm American. It's a funny quality of Americans. I don't often hear Australians identify themselves as "Irish-Australian". More often it is just "Australian". Same with Afrikaners in South Africa. In America I commonly hear "Irish-American" or "Italian-American" and so on, even if there is no longer any real connection to the old country and generations have passed. Sometimes an American will totally drop "American" and simply call themselves "Irish" or whatever. A friend of mine visiting from Ireland found that confusing. "Where are you from?", "I'm visiting from Ireland", "I'm Irish too!".
I know the line that bears my surname was in New Amsterdam (current Manhattan, New
York) no later than 1630. Being in America for so long means that side has a mix of northern European ancestry (Dutch, Irish, German, Swedish, English, who knows what else). My mothers side came over from Ireland in the 19th century. Some of my sisters and my mother identify strongly with being of Irish heritage. I've never lived in Ireland so calling myself Irish is, in my opinion, silly. I'm American. It's a funny quality of Americans. I don't often hear Australians identify themselves as "Irish-Australian". More often it is just "Australian". Same with Afrikaners in South Africa. In America I commonly hear "Irish-American" or "Italian-American" and so on, even if there is no longer any real connection to the old country and generations have passed. Sometimes an American will totally drop "American" and simply call themselves "Irish" or whatever. A friend of mine visiting from Ireland found that confusing. "Where are you from?", "I'm visiting from Ireland", "I'm Irish too!".
I'm from and in The Faroe Islands. My mother is danish and all my ancestors are faroese and danish several hundred years back, so it's all viking. Since the vikings didn't smoke, it's pretty hard to smoke like a viking. I do carry a beard though, and I do my best to keep our various traditions, some of them old enough to be considered viking, although they have nothing to do with pipe smoking.
My father was Litvak. He and part of his family were holocaust survivor.
Back in 1588 the Roberto Becili clan moved to England from Italy. Around 1590 the Vincent Imberico family did the same. Both worked for Queen Elizabeth and were exquisite cooks but they hated each other and always tried to out do one another. The queen put up with their shenanigans because their food was so good.
That is until o one day they embarrassed her by starting the world's first food fight at a royal banquet. Her dinner guests at the time were King Henry IV of France and William Shakespeare. The fight went on until the queen yelled STOP! And then there was complete silence. Everyone knew ol Liz was going to have their heads removed. King Henry demanded their deaths because someone had dared to get mashed potatoes all over his royal French tights. Both Roberto and Vincent soiled themselves with fear. (Who soiled first would become the subject of debate throughout the years.). Knights stepped forward, swords drawn.
Just then Roberto's son and Vincent's daughter Marie came rushing in and revealed their love, which they kept hidden because the two houses hated each other. They begged the queen not to kill their stupid fathers because Marie was with child and she and Roberto wanted to be married. They asked her to join their houses to end the fighting. The queen, moved with compassion and not wanting to miss out on any of Roberto's veal parmesan or Vincent's Tiramisu, agreed.
King Henry stomped out of the hall and said something in French in that French way French ponches do. Well, that made Will Shakespeare laugh so hard he fell out of his chair, which in turn made the queen laugh. It's also why Will's plays were banned in France until after the revolution.
And that is the story of how my family not only inspired Romeo and Juliet but also how the Queen Elizabeth proclaimed the Imberico and Becili families to be joined together to be forever known as The Imbeciles.
Oh, and my uncle got me started smoking a pipe.
That is until o one day they embarrassed her by starting the world's first food fight at a royal banquet. Her dinner guests at the time were King Henry IV of France and William Shakespeare. The fight went on until the queen yelled STOP! And then there was complete silence. Everyone knew ol Liz was going to have their heads removed. King Henry demanded their deaths because someone had dared to get mashed potatoes all over his royal French tights. Both Roberto and Vincent soiled themselves with fear. (Who soiled first would become the subject of debate throughout the years.). Knights stepped forward, swords drawn.
Just then Roberto's son and Vincent's daughter Marie came rushing in and revealed their love, which they kept hidden because the two houses hated each other. They begged the queen not to kill their stupid fathers because Marie was with child and she and Roberto wanted to be married. They asked her to join their houses to end the fighting. The queen, moved with compassion and not wanting to miss out on any of Roberto's veal parmesan or Vincent's Tiramisu, agreed.
King Henry stomped out of the hall and said something in French in that French way French ponches do. Well, that made Will Shakespeare laugh so hard he fell out of his chair, which in turn made the queen laugh. It's also why Will's plays were banned in France until after the revolution.
And that is the story of how my family not only inspired Romeo and Juliet but also how the Queen Elizabeth proclaimed the Imberico and Becili families to be joined together to be forever known as The Imbeciles.
Oh, and my uncle got me started smoking a pipe.
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