Most of my friends smoked. If they didn't, they pretended they did. (Adults did this, too. My parents were good friends with a couple who always held an unlit cigarette in their fingers at cocktail parties "As a sign of respect for the tobacco industry" my Mom explained to me when I asked.)
I do not remember ever being restricted on smoking areas until the early 80's. Oh wait, not true. When my grandmother was in the hospital in Oklahoma City, she was hooked up to an oxygen tank and we were not allowed to smoke in her room. We had to go out to the hallway to smoke. I remember her apologizing for it and offering to turn off the oxygen if we'd rather.
In the early 80's, I worked at an IBM manufacturing plant in Charlotte, NC. There were no smoking areas. Not many. But I specifically remember the conference room rules. 50% of the conference room had to be dedicated to non smoking - there were signs for the table. One said No Smoking and the other said Smoking is Permitted. (I still have one of those but I can't find it now. It's there somewhere.) We had 4 person conference rooms. Half the room - I'm serious - was non smoking.
When I moved to Minnesota, we were still allowed to smoke inside. Whew. That can be some discouraging outside smoking there in the winter. When I moved to California in 1989 was the first time I ever saw an outdoor space designated non smoking. There were two picnic areas off the cafeteria at our IBM Lab and one of them was non-smoking. It seemed ridiculous to me at the time.
The uproar of not being able to smoke except in the back of the plane.
I enjoyed smoking. I liked the smoking tools - lighters and ashtrays of all kinds of designs. I liked the feeling and the smell. And, later on, when smokers were banished to enclaves, I loved meeting new people in the smokers corner. My father always insisted in sitting in the smoking section of a plane even after he quit. "There is a better class of people back here."
Cigarettes got really expensive in Seattle. The cigarettes themselves weren't bad but the city, state and federal taxes drove the price up. When I was 14, cigarettes were $2 a pack. Today, in Seattle, I think they are in the neighborhood of $10 a pack. You could no longer smoke inside anywhere and so having a cig necessitated you leave what you are doing and go outside. The whole thing was just becoming an expensive hassle and I had this annoying dry cough so one day I quit.
It was a Sunday. I was in my early 50's. I'd never tried to quit before. I didn't stop cold turkey. I didn't smoke at all for a week and then I'd light up a cigarette and take a couple of drags and then put it out and pick it up again the next day. One cigarette lasted me four or five days. I did that for about a month and then lost interest.
I missed the people. And the feeling but most of all I missed the rhythm. Still to this day, I'll be working on something - like organizing the sewing room - and after a while I'll be ready for a smoke break. But I don't smoke so... it's confusing.
My housecleaner smokes. When she gives me a hug she smells like stale cigarettes. It's not that nice a smell. But, I get it. She loves this red ash tray I have in my living room. So for Christmas, in addition to the normal extra $ I give her, I'm wrapping up that ash tray. That will leave me with on only 2 left. 1 is one I made in a pottery class years ago and is nice for keeping pins in. The other one is an outdoor one that I keep on the terrace.
I need to find that smoking is permitted sign and put it out by the ashtray.