It seemed normal at the time because in New York that's what you did at the neighborhood bar. You brought your kids, your kid brother, your kid sister, whoever... after all that's how I went to the bar the first time. Florence took me. I was 17.
So for me to bring Sissy to the bar when she was 12 was no big deal. (Well, she did look 14.) And it's not like I let her drink or get too interested in all the very grown men flirting with her. (Well, to them she did looked 18 and that was legal drinking age back then.)
Now Sissy got three children and she says she's not letting them visit me until they're 30. Well, it's not like I would take them to bar or anything. For one thing, I barely drink these days. And for another thing, there's just not enough other kids hanging out at the bar anymore to keep them company.
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its funny, i sometimes feel kinda old because i don't drink much anymore (although i have to resist it sometimes!)... and so i associate drinking and drinking to excess with youth... its strange to know that.
they were very strict in my hometown about letting children/teens into bars - no way. but then, no one in my family ever went to bars until i started carrying-on. dad only had a glass of scotch at christmas time and the sugar on the inside of the bottle of rye was all melted away.
huh... lots to think about and remember here, thanks claire!!
Ok, they can come when they're 25...(but not without me)...love you big sister..
xo..sissy
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