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Broken Vessels-Tribute to a Family
By Bernice Camp   
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Last edited: Sunday, August 26, 2007
Posted: Saturday, August 25, 2007

In loving memory of my Mother, without her this book would not have been written.
To my sisters, for their un-ending love and caring they’ve given Linda in her time of need.
To my loving husband David, for the much needed support and encouragement to write

Coming Soon!
Excerpt:

Dad worked at the coal mine with most of the area men and made good money but no one would have know it by the way we lived. He worked second shift and usually stopped at the local tavern before getting home around two a.m. He would sleep until about ten or eleven a.m., maybe eat lunch then leave again. We didn’t see much of him through the week but weekends where a nightmare. He either had his drinking friends at our house or came home already drunk, either way something always set him off. Mom paid for every drunken comment made and ever pool game, card game, or chicken fight he lost. I remember some nights hiding her in the woods behind the house until he left or passed out. It wasn’t unusual for my Mom’s sisters and their husbands to bring us food, and fuel for the space heaters. Many a winter night, we didn’t have anything but corncakes for supper and went to sleep in Mom’s bed, huddled together to keep warm. I can’t remember all the nights we were left isolated in the country not knowing when, or if, he would be back.