Lizards, Horny Toads and Snuff

This is for all the cousins who played at mama and papa's. I remember when I was perhaps five or maybe six and we would go to Littlefield on Sunday afternoons. It seemed that we were always lucky because Billy Wayne, Terry, Lonnie, Kenny, and Janice were there. I'm sure it wasn't luck but at that time it didn't matter. We would go to the field and chase lizards and toads. Man were they fast. We would chase them and sometimes someone would actually catch one. The toads would swell up and the lizards had a habit of losing their tales. Anyway we would run and run until we couldn't run anymore, then all go to the old white house. I think it had a red brick porch or something like that. Maybe I'm confusing several old houses but we sure had fun. I remember one time we all were tired and went in the house and started playing in the floor wrestling around, anyway someone turned over a can of some black stinky syrup. It wasn't syrup! We were quickly told to get out of the house. It was years later when I asked about it and found that someone, I won't mention names, dipped snuff.
Does anyone remember Grandpa Smith? That was his name wasn't it? I remember him eating with a knife.