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Originally Posted by AGDee
I grew up drinking wine at Sunday dinner at my Italian grandparent's house. It was homemade and we called it Dago Red. It wasn't a big deal. It was a big deal when we got to help stomp the grapes (after Nana oversaw us washing our feet very well!). We had a blast.
It didn't seem to change anything about how any of us viewed alcohol. I have a couple cousins who are alcoholics, some who went wild with it for a while (when college aged) and calmed down, and some who just don't drink (for whatever reason).
I think it's more complex than some are making it. There are children of alcoholics who don't want it around them ever because of the things they experienced. There are others who learn to turn to alcohol. There are no absoluts (pun intended)
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I think alot of "Americans" (as what my parents call non-ethnic families) don't understand that in cultures like ours, at least wine is always present in the home. Us Italian children drank it when we were younger (not me, I hate wine). My parents never yelled at me when I'd drink alcohol at weddings and such, and I think that had something to do with me not going overboard in college. I've seen children of strict parents go WAY overboard.
Back to the topic... my family's restaurant isn't the nicest restaurant around, but it is a relatively quiet, somewhat nice one. There are kids constantly in there and most of them behave well, maybe a little crying. Then there are parents who let their kids walk around the restaurant and I just wana kill them. There were these 2 maybe like 8-10 year olds rolling around on their "skate shoes" in our lobby. There was no one in the lobby, but if they would have fallen it could be our liability. Did the parents say anything to them? No. I had to.