My mother's uncle, her mother's youngest brother, married my mother's daddy's first cousin, a relationship which has no bearing whatsoever on the story, but it is interesting and something for you to puzzle over. Mama's cousin, a granddaughter of this couple, told me this story many years after both the elders had passed. She said
I did not know my grandmother chewed tobacco until many years after her death. Grandpa and Grandma had dressed for an ocasion and Grandpa had gone ahead, was sitting behind the wheel of the car waiting, as men are wont to do. Grandma came to the car, opened the door and got into the seat. She reached back, pulled the door closed and died. Grandpa realized she was gone and reached over, tenderly removed the chaw from her mouth.
Grandma was fifty-five years old.My new acquaintance then shared this tale.
Our family has a big ol' reunion in the hills ever' summer. Always have eighty, hundred or more people. To raise funds to continue the tradition we have an auction every year, the items mostly being family trinkets or heirlooms which get returned to the sale time and time again. The item that brings in the most cash, ever' year for the past several years, is Granny R's spitcan. She was the matriarch of the clan and has been gone now for twenty years. Last year the can brought seven hundred dollars!Word of the day: chaw