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Homonym = Young Adult

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adolescenceWhen I was trying to figure out what genre “The Tower” belonged in, I rummaged a lot of things around in my head.  For some reason I thought about the young adult (teen-ager) of today and those of past generations.  They are all the same, but at the same time they are different.

A homonym is a word that is spelled the same but has a different meaning.  You know, like wound and wound (He wound the bandage tight around the wound.)  I look at todays teens and marvel at their knowledge and ingenuity, but there were teens with knowledge and ingenuity way back when.  If there hadn’t been we wouldn’t be where we are today.  Everyone alive and dead who reached adulthood went though those years.

Speaking as a sixty-two year old, looking back, I can see how through the ages we have remained the same. Customs were different, but the emotions, longing to change the life we had, struggling to become an adult remained the same. Back when I was a young-adult I remember wanting to reach that milestone of sixteen years so I could drive a car, eighteen to vote, twenty-one to drink.  I have to think eons ago a young person was wanting to be older than  they were.  Maybe a young woman could go to the market, or out gathering food without always having someone by her side. A boy wanting to be old enough to go on a hunt with his father. The more we changed, the more we stayed the same.  We have different opportunities because of advancements, but every generation had advancements of some kind.

Do you think young adults from past generations did not find ways to entertain themselves.   Today there is video games. Back whenever there were parlor games, church social, fighting, or whatever.

Do you remember your teenage years with joy in your heart?  They are something you don’t forget. You may want to, but it doesn’t happen.  Where you the top of the social school ladder or an outcast because you were different?  That leads to another conversation, so I won’t go there.  Five of my grandkids are in their teen years and I have to laugh, because now my children are paying for their raising.

“My Daddy”

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Drinking Man

My life with my Dad is/was complicated. I love him, and I now know he loves me.  It’s not always been so. I was fifty years old the first time I heard daddy tell me he loved me.  It was if he had gone through his life not being able to get the words to come out of his mouth.  I think it is amazing how important those words are to a daughter.  I went through half of my life not knowing if daddy loved me or not.  Now, he is never the first to say it, but I always hear it, “love you too.”
My dad fought his demons.  The alcohol ruled his life from the time I was a child until I was almost fifty years old.  There were casualties from the fight.  For many years I was one of them.  As a small child my memories of my dad was his drinking, going fishing and watching the Friday night fights.  When I reached my teen years, I hated my father.  I couldn’t bring friends home with me, because I didn’t know if he would kiss them or cuss them.
He taught me how to manipulate him, so I could get what I wanted. I learned just the right time to ask for something.  He went through all the known stages of
drinking alcohol, from quiet to downright mean.  By the time he reached the mean stage I would try to disappear.  It didn’t always work because he would set me
up for a fight.  It was strange, but that is how I learned to love books.  I could
disappear into one of them.
There was so much verbal and physical abuse, around me. He and mom would get into an augment which intensified into a physical fight all too often.  I am surprised they let each other live to make it to sixty years of living together.
Through Gods grace I was able to forgive my dad.  I now see him as a kind loving father who now appreciates his family, and what he has.  I still remember the pain, but it doesn’t affect me like it did.
Daddy doesn’t remember the life we had or the pain he caused. He remembers the good things about his life and not the bad.  At his age it is alright, he doesn’t need to remember. He enjoys his daughters, grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
His world revolves around his family now, not the bottle.
The video I have posted below is called : Alcohol: Poison for body and mind. It is very interesting to listen to.  Please take the time to listen.  We can’t have enough education concerning alcoholism.
ttp://youtu.be/-rsBMyFqCl8
That’s my two-cents for the day.