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GROWING UP WITH A ALCOHOLIC FATHER, PT 3

YELLOW BRICK HOUSE.......

I only wish it could be a "yellow brick road".  Oh I used to LOVE cartoons.  They always made my life soooo much better.  I could pretend, be in another world.  I was a little girl with so many talents, I could have became so much more.  I was very athletic, I could ride horses like no one else, I could roller skate, gymnastics, but because I was never allowed to develop any of these skills, they all went unnoticed.

We moved to a big yellow brick house, big, cold, and haunted.  Yes, haunted.  That can be a part for another time, lol.   It was in the Country, I am thinking this is the first time we lived in the Country.  I take that back, the "shack" was down the road and around the corner.  This area of Evart, MI was called "acreville" everyone knew it as the poor side of town.  

That seemed to be one of the worst houses that I remember for my mother being beaten.  I remember one or two good memories in that house, and they stop there.  One of the better memories was the time my dad and two of my Uncles stole one of those huge containers from the local ice cream shops.  My Aunt lived in the back side and all it took was a skeliton key to get into the ice cream shop.  All of us kids, oh there was probably 5-6 of us, setting around the table, waiting...waiting.....anticipating, "oh will it be blue moon, superman, chocolate, what kind will it be?"....the head lights pull in the drive, they all come in, my dad leading the pack.  He is carrying on big tub of ice cream, "boom" down on the table, opening it up, tongues wagging, peering down into the big ice cream bucket.....WHAT, WHAT IS THIS?????   VANELLA ICE MILK, ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME???   Yes  Vanilla Ice Milk.  House of 31 flavors and he couldnt even steal right.  :(

GROWING UP WITH A ALCOHOLIC FATHER, PT 2

GROWING UP WITH A ALCOHOLIC FATHER, PT 1

INTRODUCTION: I'm going to help you overcome, grow from and prosper from being raised in poverty and addiction.

The title of my book, Frozen Hands, (even though when you read it, you will find I actually did freeze my hands) is a metaphor of having your hands frozen/tied.  Unable to help your situation, unable to get out of your environment.  

I want to help others, whether you are in a poverty stricten family or a family that has one or both parents struggling with addiction.  I want to help you know, you are not alone and you can overcome and break free of that life.

You will find in my book the rock bottom struggles of a child.  A child suffering from poverty, mental abuse, animal cruilty, a alcholic father, and a witness to physical abuse of her mother.

Surrounded by "normal" middle class children in rouel America, I always wondered if everyone grew up like this, later to find out, no.

Whether you are a social worker, a health care provider, teacher or a victim, my book can help you see that children in these environments can grow to be healthy, productive, educated adults.  I want to help others know and realize how to help these children without always thinking removal is the best answer.

Come share my story, if I can help just one child, or adult get through this type of life, my efforts for this book was worth every second.

Lets relive my life together and thaw those frozen hands.  xo