WE SURVIVE WE THRIVE

CRACKED

Cracked.

Oh yes I was. I came from a family, some of whom, at least on my father’s immediate side were for lack of a better word, cracked.

It was the drink that got them.

They say my uncle Bill, Dads brother, who had TB, locked himself in his room and sadly, drank himself to death.

While, much later my father did himself in with a gradual, slow sort of consumptive denial until he too died but not before he he made himself and his family desperately unhappy.

Now what about me, you may ask. I had my ways and I had my days both good and bad. And then, fortunately, I cracked and as Leonard Cohen says

Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in

Thats’s how the light gets in

That’s how the light gets in

Cracked. Open. Yes. But not entirely,

I was the secret, schrouded, kind of cracked.

This stretches back to my grandfather, an Irish/ Scotch road builder who created the roads for the Worlds Fair. I never knew the man but they say he was a big drinker and known for taking his road crew for some big nights out on the town after a hard days work. My father who lost his mother when he was only ten, trailed after his dad till he was almost eighteen.

He learned from his dad,

everything.

Published by Jane Faraco

Jane Faraco is the author of SURVIVOR, a very personal memoir of a sweet looking, sad eyed child who graces the cover. Her daddy drank and so began the cover up. There were always secrets. "No one must know. Never tell a soul." In her memoir she does tell, she shares with you her struggles and the secrets about everything! Jane lives in Vero Beach, Florida with her husband, Jim and doggies, Jacky and Maxi. She and Jim are the former owners of HAVANA Restaurant in New Hope, Pennsylvania for 25 years. They are the parents to Nadia and grandparents to Isabella and Jacob.

5 thoughts on “WE SURVIVE WE THRIVE

  1. This is beautiful. And so poignant. Also, I love anything involving Leonard Cohen.
    Thank you for sharing, Jane. 💕

    (And I may be missing something, but I did not find a comment button on your blog. I went back to Reader mode in WordPress to make a comment. Then again, you may not be seeking comments.) ; )

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    1. Thank you so much. I’m still working on my blog and finding it a bit frustrating but I’m getting there.I’m going to have to look into what you’re writing and get back to you.My book will be out at the end of April God willing. It’s called SURVIVOR and will be out on Kindle. Jane

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      1. Good for you! I’m always impressed when people get past all the barriers to writing a memoir and actually get it done. ; )
        Good luck with the blogging — it took me quite a while to figure out the ins and outs, and I’m still learning.
        💕 Shawna

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  2. Thank you, Jane, for drawing my attention to this post. I’ve learned more in the last five years about the maternal side of my family history. There are skeletons back there, mostly silent like the ones you describe that stay alive in the longer memories that seek what makes us tick. If our eyes are open, the light does come through the cracks. Thank you! God bless!

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