Curing the DrunkardCopyright © 1997 Property of Deborah K. Fletcher for Florence MacLennan Brown. All rights reserved.My grandmother, Doctor Parsons, had a lot of funny and interesting stories to tell. One was about a woman who came to her complaining of her husband's drinking. She invited the husband and wife to an outdoor, small party she was having. She had prepared herself with knowing how much to take of olive oil - pure olive oil - and, although she was a Methodist and a non-drinker, she wagered him that she could drink more than he, and if she won, he was to go to the priest and confess and acknowledge that he would never drink again. He was a beer drinker, and she did down exactly the same amount that he did. He finally had to go to the outhouse, and had partaken of so much beer that he staggered there and was unable to get his trousers down. The results are eminent. His wife was able to drive him home, but the next morning my grandmother had her horse hooked up and drove to their home, got he and his wife to accompany her in her carriage, and drove them to the priest's house, where he did commit himself to staying sober for the rest of his life. Both my grandmother and the priest made sure that he lived up to that commitment. Please View and Sign My Guestbook © 1998-2000 Debbie Fletcher, joiya@tcia.net
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