Alcohol has been on my mind lately for two reasons. One because I needed vodka for a recipe and two because of the government having a sale on beer… and my mind went to many best forgotten places.   The reason for the vodka was  for a favourite meal called Penne alla Vodka…and the reason for the beer sale…well… it’s all about money.  I want to believe that my leaders wish to take care of me, but this proves differently.   It tries to look good by associating with MADD (Mothers against drunk drivers) and then turns around and does this.

Just a few stats…according to MADD —74% of rape perpetrators and 55% of  rape victims had been drinking prior to the incident. — Coroner’s cite alcohol as the second most frequent factor in preventable water-related (drowning) deaths.  39% have alcohol involved.  —Well over 30% of car “deaths” are related to alcohol and that doesn’t include the multitude of accidents that didn’t cause death.

I was also thinking of my Mom  and wondering why she had such a battle with it.  She beat it in the later part of her life and asked me to go to the AA meeting  where she proclaimed herself to be an alcoholic.  I was  proud of my mother and touched that she wanted me to share her special occasion.  I felt closer to my Mom at that moment than at any other time in my life and I forgave her  for the hardships it had caused me, not realizing that I too was scarred and had to overcome my own troubles because of it.

Why had Mom chosen to drink?  Her father was an abusive alcoholic, so you would think that she would have been influenced to take the opposite road…it did me.  Yet two of her brothers were alcoholics as well.  In my own siblings two can’t hold their drink and become so changed under the influence… not a pretty sight.  So my question persists, “did my mother and father in law become alcoholics because they were weak?

Some say that drinkers are hiding  from something.  I’ve always been of the belief that what you are when you are drinking  is who you really are.  It lets go of the inhibitions and allows you to be who you really want to be.   Maybe it’s both.  I have no answers to anything.

So as to my vodka…I didn’t buy the first bottle we used and then made it several times without the alcohol…even though the alcohol evaporates out,  I wanted it this time….When I got to Alcohol NB, I found out they didn’t open till 10:00. I got my groceries first and decided to sit outside and just watch people ( I’m a people watcher) I made quick and fast judgments as people walked into the store to find out it wasn’t open.  A fellow local artist was one of the first to show up.  I had always suspected that he was a drinker and this confirmed it…but it made me sad.  I’ve been around it enough in my life to recognize a drinker when I see one.  A woman about my age walked by and waited inside the door…they expected company perhaps? The next man, of whom I asked what time it was, was also a drinker…let’s just say drinking does nothing good for your complexion. I wondered if they were making  judgments of me sitting there waiting to go in.

Fortunately, it’s a small store so it didn’t take me long to find the right area and luckily a woman was unpacking just where the vodka was.  So I asked her a few questions about vodka and she graciously tried to respond.  I could tell she was struggling with the answers and finally she said “I really don’t know…I don’t drink.”  I stupidly commented, “wow it must be hard to work here if you don’t drink.”  Her surprising reply was, “I used to drink some, but after working here and seeing what it does to people, I stopped.”  I smiled one of my rare smiles and ended with, “good for you,” and walked away to pay for my pint of vodka.  I was impressed with the strength of this woman and felt very guilty buying my stash.   The cashier asked it I wanted a bag.  My very quick mind figured it would look better to bag it than walk out carrying it in my hands and then laughed to myself as I saw the Liquor NB logo on the bag!  That my dear friends is called guilt…

So where is the sermon? Life is the sermon.  Life is the teacher.  Life is the school.  Lessons learned by other’s failures and our own.

I will be eternally grateful for the LDS church, with the Word of Wisdom,  in making that decision of not drinking easier.  And no more vodka recipes for me…after this little bottle is done that is…or maybe I should just dump it??

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  1. No matter what you choose as your blog subject, I find I can always relate. Keep on blogging! Loved your personal story and especially thrilled to know we share people-watching:) And yes, they may have been watching you too…if they weren’t too intoxicated.

    • @Lisa Rose: Thank you Rose…I watch you on facebook and feel the same about you…What is it about people watching that soooo much fun??

  2. Mmmmm, one of my favourite recipes. Just keep the bottle and keep making the recipe. I never knew that Grammy took you to her ‘coming out’ party. That must have been tough. Go Grammy!

    • @Bess: There are probably a lot of things you don’t know. I asked Mom a lot of questions, but many weren’t asked, as I thought I would have time to query…but it didn’t end up being that way…so if you want to find things out from your parents…to hand down to your kids…ask.

  3. Thanks Krista. And good for your parents too…as in most things I think…these are choices but some people are stronger to make those choices…it’s never the easiest path…at the time.

  4. I have often wondered what makes some kids follow in their parents’ footsteps and make the same mistakes that hurt them so much, while others choose different paths. Good for you, Fran, for choosing the other path. Both of my parents did the same thing and for that I am eternally grateful, as I am sure your family is. Love you blog!!

  5. Am happy to read your blog-I feel I might read something of myself here. And I have. Being we’re cousins and have the same blood. Well don’t know much about our grandfather Napoleon…Yes we are from a family of drinkers. A family party always meant ‘Booze’ so to speak. Now I know why my father turned to it often. He was the best father I could have but ‘drinking’ was his weakness…well hope you don’t mind but I stole (Life is a sermon etc…Want to share it in facebook) Will be back to read………….. :)

    • @Jeannine Watson: Yes Jeannine we are of the same blood. I didn’t want to mention your father by name in the blog. As far as Napoleon goes, Mom’s history with him is not good. She did share her feeling about him to me. I think your father and my mother had great souls.
      You can share anything you like from my blogs Jeannine. I even have a way to print them on each page.

      • Yes you’re right/If they had not been excessive drinkers they had no faults. I loved your mom dearly. You know there was only 14 years between us. Sometimes it felt like were sisters. She wanted me to address her by her name…Francine all I know about Grampy (mom told me) is that he worked for CNR Railroad and was never home much. He was a ‘Concessionaire’ and it took him away from home a lot. I think it all called (A Boss for Extra Gangs) repairing the Railroad Tracks. So he was gone for months I guess. I was 5 years old when he passed away. So if not for the pictures I wouldn’t know what he looks like.
        Will blog more tomorrow…… We have so much info between us about family to give to our family….

        hat he looked like. I remember when Grammy lived on Braodway Blvd in Grand falls.

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