Life in the Little Lane: Edith Ann on Daddy's Drinking

Afternoon Mz. Edith Ann

Yes I do know what you mean. Someone close to me used to have a few too many every day and then quit cold turkey. This person is now a stick in the mud since quitting the old boozerinski. Now I guess that’s ok if you want to make mud pies.

Peace and Goodwill…..doll

Greetings Miss E:

Yup, yup, know ‘xactly whacha mean…sometimes the sobering reality of good intentions leaves the playful thirsty.

Not easy being little or big for lots of us.

Wasn’t Dad for me, was me Irish Uncles…miss those guys.

Thanks Miss E for being here to scuff in the sandbox with. Injoy,

Dear Edith Ann

I’m sorry to say that, yes, I know what you mean. I encourage you to be supportive of your Daddy in his 12-step program. It is a very difficult challenge for him.

His love for you will always be there. It will most likely get even better for both of you. The fact that he has done this for you, just shows how much he truly loves you.

Drinking problems can create very serious health issues and can cause hurt and saddness with those we love the most.

Maybe you and your Daddy can have just as much fun sharing a ginger ale, hanging out and talking.

Big Hugs, Lily_otv

Hello Edith Ann!

Yes, I know what you mean. There is nothing worse than a dry drunk.

And I hate it when they take out those stupid coins … I think those coins should made of out chocolate. I tried to eat one and it tasted gross. My mother has a ton of those coins. She takes it out to show me and I cringe because they don’t really mean anything on account she can never get past the one year mark.

I am sorry to hear that you have to deal with such troubles at your young age.

Hey, I GOT IT Edith Ann, go get your dads coins and I will my moms coins and we can “pitch pennies” … winner takes all. Uh, oh, maybe not if we get caught “pitching pennies” then you will have to see Dr. Lopez and she might put us in Gamblers anonymous. And if we go to gamblers anonymous we will get more coins and if we get coins we may want to “pitch pennies” again.

Yep, I sure do wish those stupid coins were made of chocolate. Don’t you?

Dear Edith, I understand. My grandfather was a big drinker too. He was also half Native American, so I always thought he was cool no matter what! Actually, I sometimes feel that Native Americans were helpless against alcohol because new settlers in America use to provide it to them in exchange for animal furs—the Natives knew how to hunt, but the settlers didn’t know how to hunt at all. Now we see a lot of Native Americans who have a bit of a problem with the white lightening—it goes way, way back. Anyway, back to my grandfather. I can still see his dark skin and shiny blue-black hair sticking out among the upshoots of corn as he tilled his backyard garden. Those were the days. He died when I was in 7th grade, and I miss him dearly even now. My mom always seemed to have a conflict with grandpa because of his drinking, but I loved him—I know she loved him too, it was just different for her because she knew him when he was a ferocious drinker! The bad thing is that when there is a heavy drinker in the family, little quirks always seems to filter down through the descendants—“stinking thinking.” It often times indirectly influences how other family members live their lives. It can be sad. But, I do miss my grandpa!