August 2011: Downhill Slide
From the August 2011 Grapevine Magazine
She went into her first beer joint at the age of four and life was never the same
"I was off my feet, sure, but there was nothing wrong with my beer and vodka lifting arm."
I’m the youngest in a family of eight children. My mother was 46 when she had me and, by that point, most of my brothers and sisters were grown. I was raised during the Depression, Mom was a United Baptist teetotaler and, from what I’ve heard, when he was young, my father was a wild one. I’ve often wondered whether it was God or my mother who put him straight.
As the baby, I was protected and spoiled. I loved my three big sisters, but idolized my big brothers. My favorite was Herman. One of the earliest and clearest memories of my childhood was the day my brother was watching... Login to read more
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