I come from a family that had an alcoholic and a binge drinker in it. Drinking and smoking helped kill my grandfather at age 70 and also helped kill my abusive first stepfather who died at the age of 45. It also took many years for me to overcome the flashbacks from my childhood. I lived it. I know the truth. Drinking has no place in the home.
Duane Alan Hahn
I took out the ashes from the fire-place, I put them into a basket ,and then threw them away. I have done three works.
I woke up the baby and gave him a little milk, and then I put him to sleep again. I have done six works.
As busy as a hen with one chicken.
Are the horns too heavy for the bullock ?
No matter how large the family the father would not willingly part with one of his children
Please Stop, Mom.
© Kayla S. Birdno
I smell the whiskey on your breath.
And you beg for me to put your temper to the test.
You slap me around, and call me names.
Mom, I’m sick of playing these games.
Source: Please Stop Drinking, Mom, Addiction Poem about Family http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/please-stop-drinking-mom#ixzz2uPNTXqOz
Family Friend Poems
Alcohol is perfectly consistent in its effects upon man. Drunkenness is merely an exaggeration. A foolish man drunk becomes maudlin; a bloody man, vicious; a coarse man, vulgar.
WILLA CATHER, “On the Divide,” The Troll Garden
Read more at http://www.notable-quotes.com/a/alcoholism_quotes.html#K71wx3yMtQWE4xcO.99
Illustrated Sydney News (NSW : 1853 – 1872), Saturday 13 May 1893
Portrait of the Autist as a New World Driver”, from the 1974 collection,Lunch & Counterlunch:
. . . . .
who say the Artist’s a child
they miss the point closely: an artist
even if he has brothers, sisters, spouse
is an only child
among the self-taught
the loners, chart-freaks, bush encyclopedists
there are protocols, too; we meet
gravely as stiff princes, and swap fact:
did you know some bats can climb side on?
© Jeanne D. Rhein
They say that times were tough then
That money was very tight
But I remember my childhood
And I know that can’t be right
Mom would cook our dinner
Dad came home at five
We were all sitting at the table
Waiting for him to arrive
We wouldn’t eat from a microwave
Or a restaurant down the street
We all ate Mom’s home cooking
And boy that can’t be beat
We didn’t eat in front of the TV
Or with a phone in our hand
We weren’t plugged into a stereo
bopping to the latest band
We would all sit at the table
Everyone in their place
There were never any surprises
We recognized every face
Brothers to the left of me
Sisters to the right
That’s the way we ate dinner
Every single night
We laughed we joked we talked we ate
We were a family don’t you see
Though some may have been raised poor
You can see it wasn’t me
We ate collards we ate biscuits
We ate fatback and blackeyed peas
We said yes sir we said no sir
We said thank you ma’am and please
So when you talk of family life
Or how it used to be
Though many had more money
None were as rich as me
Source: Poem About A Loving Family Eating Together, Riches http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/riches#ixzz2rD8gkHlt
Family Friend Poems
May God grant you always…
A sunbeam to warm you,
A moonbeam to charm you,
A sheltering angel, so nothing can harm you.
foto of nana lynne in raleigh nsw summertime 2013
I’ll dance with mob on this red Land, munda wiru
I’ll dance away them half-caste lies ‘cos I got my
Ali Cobby Eckermann
‘First Time I Met My Grandmother’
‘Ike aku, ‘ike mai, kokua aku kokua mai; pela iho la ka nohana ‘ohana.
Many native Hawaiians live with their extended family and family is the most important part of life for them. This saying teaches why they should put family first…In the Ohana or family, you know others and they know you, you help others and know you will be helped if there is anything you need.
ALI COBBY ECKERMANN
My heart is Round ready to echo the music of my
family but the Square
within me remains
The Square stops me in my entirety.
― C.S. Lewis
You don’t pay back your parents. You can’t. The debt you owe them gets collected by your children, who hand it down in turn. It’s a sort of entailment. Or if you don’t have children of the body, it’s left as a debt to your common humanity. Or to your God, if you possess or are possessed by one.
Lois McMaster Bujold
A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.
― Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte
There are forty kinds of lunacy, but only one kind of common sense.
The old and wifeless—the widower; the old and husbandless—the widow; the old and childless—; these four are the people most in need below heaven, and they have no one to whom to cry, so when King Wen reigned his love went out first to them’ (Mencius, Book II, chapter 5).
Don’t move the ancient boundary stone. Don’t encroach on the fields of the fatherless: for their Defender is strong. He will plead their case against you.
~Robert Brault, http://www.robertbrault.com
Parents are not mere caretakers who function like zoo keepers who feed, contain, and call the vet when there is a problem. Parents are to rear their children, not just to get them through school, on a schedule and out of their hair, but for the kid’s future life–to function as complete adults of good character with coping skills to get the most joy out of life as they live into their 30s, 40s, and for life.
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
It is so easy to get a lot of noise out of an accordion that it is very difficult to get music out of one. In the hands of an unfeeling person or a show-off, it can be a pain to listen to. But in the hands of a sensitive person with taste and restraint — and also with a good deal of strength and power in arms and shoulders — perhaps it can be just as beautiful as any instrument. Listen to the accordions accompanying the Piatnitsky chorus on Russian folksongs, or the Louisiana cajun accordion (“windjammers” they called them — Leadbelly could play one).
Pete Seeger in his Johnny Appleseed, Jr. column in the February-March 1963 issue of Sing Out! magazine
—Leah Purcell, Aboriginal director and actor
“You white people are so strange. We think it is very primitive for a child to have only two parents.”
― Jeanette Winterson
When a dying man cries, it is not because of where he is going which he knows nothing about, but because of what he wishes he would have done in the world he is leaving behind.
~H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
“There is no such thing as a “broken family.” Family is family, and is not determined by marriage certificates, divorce papers, and adoption documents. Families are made in the heart. The only time family becomes null is when those ties in the heart are cut. If you cut those ties, those people are not your family. If you make those ties, those people are your family. And if you hate those ties, those people will still be your family because whatever you hate will always be with you.”
― C. JoyBell C.
“The two of us praying like this to the Black Madonna Suddenly washes over me, and I’m filled with love for my mother. The best gift she has give me is the constancy of her belief. Whatever I become, she loves me. To her, I am enough.”
― Ann Kidd Taylor, Traveling With Pomegranates: A Mother-Daughter Story
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
Relations must be seldom visited; kitchen gardens often.
― Lauren Myracle, Shine
“(Nicholas)”Am I dead?”
An odd question, but then she remembered her mourning attire. “No sir, you are not.”
He relaxed a moment, then turned his head slightly as if searching for other passengers. His brows dived in a scowl.
Am I married?”
She wasn’t sure how to answer. His kid gloves hid any evidence of his matrimonial state, but his expression of instantaneous alarm and regret suggested he was referring specifically to her.
No sir, we are not.”
― Donna MacMeans, The Education of Mrs. Brimley
― Tom Waits
Alcohol misuse has significant adverse effects on parenting including inconsistency, emotional detachment and neglect. Family life can become characterised by chaos and a lack of routine, and in some cases unpredictable behaviour associated with mental health problems and violence