About the Book
5x8 Mom and Pabst Blue Ribbon
PABST BLUE RIBBON BEER
Funny, the things one remembers from one’s childhood. I recently shared this story with a friend
of mine who thought it was hilarious, and I woke up this morning with this story being part of a dream. It
seems like the “cosmos” is telling me to write this down.
This story is about my Mother and it involves beer! One thing about my childhood that was real
clear was that beer, wine and spirits (real alcohol) were the “devil’s brew.” They were not allowed in our
house and any consumption of the “devil’s brew” was “verboten” 1 . This not only applied to us children.
It also applied to our Father. This was Methodist Church doctrine, and was reinforced by my Mother’s
membership in the Michigan Women’s Christian Temperance Union and the monthly newsletters that
came to our house like clockwork. One indelible childhood memory was a family gathering at my Uncle
Bruce’s home in Holland, Michigan. I was probably under 5 years old and my memory is not pristine, but
I clearly remember that my Father was drinking a beer with my Uncle Bruce and my Mother was
“sputtering” as she was inclined to do. My Mother later explained that she did not like “how he gets”
after having a beer. My Mother never elaborated on “how he gets” and I never noticed any difference in
my Father’s behavior on the rare occasions when I observed him drinking beer. Nonetheless, throughout
my childhood, the “devil’s brew” was off-limits and so were taverns, bars and, especially the American
Legion Post in the Village, and any other place that served alcohol. My Mother referred to these
establishments as “dens of iniquity.” It was not until about 2009 that I received “permission” to go to
Ray’s Tavern to meet my friend, Troy Barnhart.
PABST BLUE RIBBON BEER
Funny, the things one remembers from one’s childhood. I recently shared this story with a friend
of mine who thought it was hilarious, and I woke up this morning with this story being part of a dream. It
seems like the “cosmos” is telling me to write this down.
This story is about my Mother and it involves beer! One thing about my childhood that was real
clear was that beer, wine and spirits (real alcohol) were the “devil’s brew.” They were not allowed in our
house and any consumption of the “devil’s brew” was “verboten” 1 . This not only applied to us children.
It also applied to our Father. This was Methodist Church doctrine, and was reinforced by my Mother’s
membership in the Michigan Women’s Christian Temperance Union and the monthly newsletters that
came to our house like clockwork. One indelible childhood memory was a family gathering at my Uncle
Bruce’s home in Holland, Michigan. I was probably under 5 years old and my memory is not pristine, but
I clearly remember that my Father was drinking a beer with my Uncle Bruce and my Mother was
“sputtering” as she was inclined to do. My Mother later explained that she did not like “how he gets”
after having a beer. My Mother never elaborated on “how he gets” and I never noticed any difference in
my Father’s behavior on the rare occasions when I observed him drinking beer. Nonetheless, throughout
my childhood, the “devil’s brew” was off-limits and so were taverns, bars and, especially the American
Legion Post in the Village, and any other place that served alcohol. My Mother referred to these
establishments as “dens of iniquity.” It was not until about 2009 that I received “permission” to go to
Ray’s Tavern to meet my friend, Troy Barnhart.
Features & Details
- Primary Category: Inspiration
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Project Option: 5×8 in, 13×20 cm
# of Pages: 24 -
Isbn
- Softcover: 9798210963499
- Publish Date: Aug 22, 2023
- Language English
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