Randy: Your Uncle chewing Red Man, reminded me of a story told to me by a friend. He was working on a farm in the 50s. In that area, all farmers spent the frozen winter months extracting fire wood, saw logs, etc from the farm wood lot. In the spring as the frost was going out, and yet too cold and wet for farming, they spend their days bucking and splitting the firewood. This farmer's daughter had gone off to the city and found herself and nice city job as well as a young man, a chartered accountant, a city boy. She had come to visit and introduce the new man in her life to her parents. This particular day the farmer and my friend were splitting wood. The new boy friend, wanting to impress his possible inlaws to be, asked for a splitting axe and joined in. About mid morning they stopped for coffee and a break. Stuart (the farmer) and Ralph (my friend) both took out their Red Man for a relaxing chew during the break. Carl (new boyfriend) inquisitive about chewing tobacco, wanted to try it. They cut off an extra large chew for him, and he proceeded chewing. A few min. later Carl asked Ralph, "what do I do with the juice". Ralph quietly responded in a low voice, "swallow it". By the gleam in Stuart's eye, Ralph knew Stuart had heard him. A short while later they had one of the sickest chartered accountants on their hands, seen in recent times, around those parts. Carl did marry the daughter, but I'll bet he never chewed their tobacco again. He did go on to establish one of the best accounting firms in the area and was a true friend to farmers. I well remember he saved me $23,000. in taxes one year with the stroke of a pen. Believe me $23,000. was a lot of money in 1972. I asked Carl one time about his tobacco chewing experience. He said, " I should have known better, both Ralph and Stuart had a grin on their face, plus my wife to be had warned me what jokers they were". Stuart farmed next door to the one room school I started school in. One day Stuart ran an electric fence along the school lot. I was about 11 year old at the time. We had this hateful 6 year old kid that had just started school. When the teacher let us out for recess, about 6 of us went out of line of teacher sight and behind woodshed, and proceeded to have a pee letting on we couldn't pee over the wire. Well, the hateful kid could do this, he'd just show us how it was done, you talk about the howling and bawling when the pee hit the wire. As I recall the 6 of us got quite a lecture from the teacher. The hateful kid was not near as hateful after that, but he did have a high pitched voice all his life.
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