My father smoked all his life. He told me that his older sister gave him his first carton of Lucky Strike cigarettes for his birthday, because at 15 years old (in 1923) he was a man. This was also the same year he dropped out stopped going to school to work to help his family. He continued to smoke for over 50 years until he found out he had lung cancer. My mother smoked much of her adult life, but quit some time in the mid seventies.
My older brother and sister both smoked. They were 12 and 10 years older than I, respectively.
I started smoking when I was about 12. My buddies and I would hang out smoking in the alleys of our small Midwestern town, thinking about how cool we were. Talk about peer pressure! Cigarettes were every bit as cool as model cars and planes, souped-up bikes and Elvis.
The merchants in that small town didn’t have a problem selling me cigarettes, especially since they knew my dad and brother and assumed (maybe) the smokes were for one of them.
As far as alcohol, my parents loved to have people over, especially on a Saturday night. They were not alcoholics, but they loved a good party, and the more they drank the more we sang, and the more we sang, the more we drank. From the time I was 14 I was allowed to drink beer at family gatherings.
Even in my later teen years I only remember one or two times I was drinking at other than family gatherings.
I was in the Navy when I first got high on pot.
I stopped smoking tobacco cold turkey in 1981, when I was working at a beer joint in Austin. I was hanging out with other musicians at the time, and cannabis was plentiful in spite of being illegal.
As far as my use mirroring that of my parents, I’d say pretty much.
When I got married and found myself with a family, my pot use dwindled down to very rarely. I’d usually go through a six-pack or two of beer in a week. I never drank a lot of hard liquor.
Now I smoke cannabis several times a week. It’s legal here. I hardly drink alcohol at all due to medical considerations.