The McKenzie Brothers Set
These are not nasty figures, in fact, pretty easy-going, even cultural heroes in Canada.But they’re the best figures I’ve found for representing family alcoholism – when the drink and one’s drinking company are more important than anything else and your children reap the negative benefits of it all.These figures talk and make sounds and come equipped with plenty of beverages, a stove, and a cooler.They might be comfortably numb, or have an edge over which the nastiness begins, or they just ignore or neglect a lot of important things.It doesn’t require fireworks to damage the young souls in your care!
I remember as a youth sometimes waiting for my parents in the bar/restaurant in my home town. There were guys in there who spent the entire day nursing nickel and dime glasses of beer. Not sure what they were meditating about, or numbing out about, but they had their stool, their spot, their recognition, not to mention the big jar of pig’s feet sitting behind the bar. One would have to be drunk to eat those, given how long their had sat there like dead frogs in formaldehyde.
But I also saw their kids, who sometimes had to sit quietly on a stool for hours while waiting for their fathers or mothers to go home, not daring to interrupt their parent’s contemplative aura. I felt sorry for them and they seemed to flounder, estranged from their peers, lost in the ozone with no parent to center their lives or offer substantial attention and care.
I can not guarantee the talking part will still work as it would require opening the package and the platform they are set up on. Hopefully it will, but if not it is still a powerful visual tool that can prove very helpful in therapeutic endeavors.
These are not nasty figures, in fact, pretty easy-going, even cultural heroes in Canada.But they’re the best figures I’ve found for representing family alcoholism – when the drink and one’s drinking company are more important than anything else and your children reap the negative benefits of it all.These figures talk and make sounds and come equipped with plenty of beverages, a stove, and a cooler.They might be comfortably numb, or have an edge over which the nastiness begins, or they just ignore or neglect a lot of important things.It doesn’t require fireworks to damage the young souls in your care!
I remember as a youth sometimes waiting for my parents in the bar/restaurant in my home town. There were guys in there who spent the entire day nursing nickel and dime glasses of beer. Not sure what they were meditating about, or numbing out about, but they had their stool, their spot, their recognition, not to mention the big jar of pig’s feet sitting behind the bar. One would have to be drunk to eat those, given how long their had sat there like dead frogs in formaldehyde.
But I also saw their kids, who sometimes had to sit quietly on a stool for hours while waiting for their fathers or mothers to go home, not daring to interrupt their parent’s contemplative aura. I felt sorry for them and they seemed to flounder, estranged from their peers, lost in the ozone with no parent to center their lives or offer substantial attention and care.
I can not guarantee the talking part will still work as it would require opening the package and the platform they are set up on. Hopefully it will, but if not it is still a powerful visual tool that can prove very helpful in therapeutic endeavors.
These are not nasty figures, in fact, pretty easy-going, even cultural heroes in Canada.But they’re the best figures I’ve found for representing family alcoholism – when the drink and one’s drinking company are more important than anything else and your children reap the negative benefits of it all.These figures talk and make sounds and come equipped with plenty of beverages, a stove, and a cooler.They might be comfortably numb, or have an edge over which the nastiness begins, or they just ignore or neglect a lot of important things.It doesn’t require fireworks to damage the young souls in your care!
I remember as a youth sometimes waiting for my parents in the bar/restaurant in my home town. There were guys in there who spent the entire day nursing nickel and dime glasses of beer. Not sure what they were meditating about, or numbing out about, but they had their stool, their spot, their recognition, not to mention the big jar of pig’s feet sitting behind the bar. One would have to be drunk to eat those, given how long their had sat there like dead frogs in formaldehyde.
But I also saw their kids, who sometimes had to sit quietly on a stool for hours while waiting for their fathers or mothers to go home, not daring to interrupt their parent’s contemplative aura. I felt sorry for them and they seemed to flounder, estranged from their peers, lost in the ozone with no parent to center their lives or offer substantial attention and care.
I can not guarantee the talking part will still work as it would require opening the package and the platform they are set up on. Hopefully it will, but if not it is still a powerful visual tool that can prove very helpful in therapeutic endeavors.