Drinking was considered to be an accepted pursuit for men at the time. Smoking opium was considered to be deviant and associated with groups on the fringes of mainstream society, but opium use and addiction by women was commonplace. This book presents the background of both substances and how their use spread across the West, at first for medicinal purposes--but how overuse and abuse led to the Temperance Movement and eventually to National Prohibition.
This book reports the historical reality of alcohol and opium use in the Old West without bias. Age Range: 18 Years. About the Author Jeremy Agnew , a biomedical electronics consultant, holds a PhD in engineering and has been involved in the design and manufacture of medical devices for more than 30 years. The Convoluted History of Opium 32 Three.
Medical Use of Opium and Alcohol 56 Five. Boozers, Users and Abusers Seven. Saloons and Other Parlors of Iniquity Eight. Opium Dens Nine.
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The Horrors of Addiction Ten. It's not death coming for me that I fear.
To live a life without someone you love is scary. I In angry lines they crawl along the road The blood and sweat drenching their worn soles, Their barracks built with bullet holes Now walk the soiled highways home. Is Death So Final? I sometimes sit and wonder What death would be like. If you can feel everything, hear everything. Because of Death. Death is not a concept yet formed in the mind of a child, until she wakes up one morning: fatherless; and she is forced to understand it, too quickly, too soon.
He died when I was five years old,. The Afterlife. Watching, waiting, The sun rising. Breathing, falling, The sun crying. Upon the horizon, I know it is here.
Dear Daddy. Hi daddy. Remember this morning when you left for work You promised to come play with me when you got home. I set up the teacups and food for us with mommy Oh! Dead One. Taking the things I love For me being naught but a fool For I was too young Not knowing the realities of this world But stuck in my own world. God's Plan.
Letter From Death Row. Dear Roxanne, Squeals of joy, moans of pleasure, silence of sorrow; Hot chocolates, scrambled eggs, sticky ice-cream cones; Pillow fights, impassioned dance, heated arguments;. A year ago Loss turned grief took you from me Today. And then three years later and look at us now.. Man nothing ruins a relationship quicker than doubt. Used to say you were so confident in what we had. Don't cut your wrist and don't cut your thighs. Don't get pissed just show the world that you're alive. Pull up your sleeves show what you hide.
Not for us, But for yourself please. Papa Bear.
Interview With Author Dennis McCown
I remeber growing up as your baby cub. You taught me how to care for myself incase you were not there. Well now you are not here and I am still a lost cub. Where do you wish to be on the spectrum of life? A pause from this mad world. The Forgotten Few.
She starred in a Star Trek episode as the girlfriend of Khan. She was talented but it's sad because now she is gone. She had Multiple Sclerosis and by , she was bound to a wheelchair. Where Blue Meets Blue. Grandma, my love.
I've Been Here Before. I stand in a place that I've been once before, A garden of sadness that's watered with tears, A plot in the earth where I made an exchange: I buried my hopes and gave birth to my fears -. The Worst Day.
steenteceno.tk Today is the worst day. I knew it would be. Life is so unsettled Oftimes it is this way Goodbyes are the hardest Of things we have to say - And as we get older Our love ones gather near Goodbyes become harder But time together dear. I Cried Today. The Note. If you're reading this note, then I'm already dead I probably got a bullet lodged in the side of my head You can't save my body, I already locked up the joint Anyway forget how I died, that's besides the point.
Ode to my Dearest Foxy. Last Time. The last time I smiled was when my mom told me I has the same birthday and name as my grandma The last time I smiled was when I was down and my gransma cheered me up The last time I smiled. I look at your tombstone And wonder if you Can hear your grandchild, Who you barely knew? He had to save her That was all Plain and simple Stumbling across a dark landscape Pitch black water on either side Begging to swallow him whole.
Work of Art. The Leaf and The Ground. Love prt 3. Past in the Future. Beyond the Final Breath. What comes after death? What lies beyond the final breath? Is the body just a mere shell? Do we really go to heaven or hell? Or the murky fields of Asphodel? Or are we all under a spell? Does It Make Me Today we formally say goodbye. It seems like all I do. Today I'm sick and snotty, Scared.
I'm asking you now, the person I will name God, didn't you hear my prayers every day? Bleed Together. What I Learned from Her Music.