This is from late fall of 2014,hopefull soon I'll have pics of my son helping me with some flake making

I have suspicions that by the time my son is old enough to go off to school and smoke a pipe, tobacco will be all but missing from the American landscape. This saddens me, but as I learned growing up in the mountains of western Virginia; skills, arts, and pastimes are best preserved when passed down from parent to child I decide to start letting my curious son help me with my various tobacco experiments. I realize this might make some cringe, but I see it as a way of trying to keep certain cultural things alive. I'll never forget my grandmother teaching me such things as how to can and put up food for the winter, and I still use the handcrank coffee grinder that she passed on to me from time to time (which my 3 yo loves to crank, btw)

Here's some shots of Parson helping set up the steamer and load the basket this morning...