Sometime in the 50s Mom gave up smoking. Chip and I hated her smoking and I think she gave it up while pregnant with our sister Martha in 1957. Almost everybody in her generation smoked. Dad was a rare exception to the rule, and in his case, it was because he loved his sports, touch football, basketball, or whatever. Smoking wasn’t good for sports, and everybody knew it by the fifties.
Mom said her brother, Fred (Uncle Buddy to us) was a distance runner in high school, and one of the best around. They called him fleetfoot Freddy. But he smoked, so he lost it.