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== Memories of Charatan Pipes and Notes on their Dating ==
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'''by Ivy Ryan'''
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''This article was originally published in 1998 in The Pipe Collector, the North American Society of Pipe Collectors newsletter ([http://www.naspc.org/ NASPC]), and is reprinted here by permission. It's a great group--consider joining.''
 
''This article was originally published in 1998 in The Pipe Collector, the North American Society of Pipe Collectors newsletter ([http://www.naspc.org/ NASPC]), and is reprinted here by permission. It's a great group--consider joining.''
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=== Introduction ===
 
I joined the Women's Army Corps in 1963 and went through advanced training at Fort Monmouth from late 1963 to early 1964. I spent 20 years in the WAC and then the regular Army after the WAC was closed out. I had never smoked, though my parents did, and my father had smoked a pipe before I was born. What changed was that I was put into a barracks at Monmouth in which all the gals smoked. I have always found cigarettes to be irritating, but I decided to try fighting smoke with smoke. I went off-post to the Eatontown News and Smokes to check my options. A really nice old Italian man ran the place-named Luigi, I think-who was a bit confused by my mission. As far as he was concerned, women just didn't smoke cigars, and a pipe was out of the question. On the other hand, he was adaptable, and it was the early 60s: If I wanted to buy a pipe and learn to smoke it, that was my business. My first pipe was a GBD Collector Apple with fantastic birds-eye. Big for me, though I am a big woman, but it was SO beautiful.
 
I joined the Women's Army Corps in 1963 and went through advanced training at Fort Monmouth from late 1963 to early 1964. I spent 20 years in the WAC and then the regular Army after the WAC was closed out. I had never smoked, though my parents did, and my father had smoked a pipe before I was born. What changed was that I was put into a barracks at Monmouth in which all the gals smoked. I have always found cigarettes to be irritating, but I decided to try fighting smoke with smoke. I went off-post to the Eatontown News and Smokes to check my options. A really nice old Italian man ran the place-named Luigi, I think-who was a bit confused by my mission. As far as he was concerned, women just didn't smoke cigars, and a pipe was out of the question. On the other hand, he was adaptable, and it was the early 60s: If I wanted to buy a pipe and learn to smoke it, that was my business. My first pipe was a GBD Collector Apple with fantastic birds-eye. Big for me, though I am a big woman, but it was SO beautiful.
  

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