I grew up in the 70's/80's and our house was VERY shouty. Dad got drunk regularly and caused the most huge arguments. Me, my sister and my Mum always walked on egg shells.
He would regularly threaten my Mum, very outlandish threats, like "If you don't shut up I'm going to throw you through that window". He even said that at a dinner party once, and none of the guests challenged him.
He went the pub every Sunday and when he got back we'd be waiting for the eruption. Things were often thrown across rooms. I remember the time my parents had thrown a party and the kitchen sideboard was covered in empty glasses. He got angry about something and with one fell swoop with his arm, he sent them all smashing up the wall. Glass got stuck in a vein and he was bleeding profusely. He demanded that my Mum drive him to hospital and she said No, you did it to yourself.
If they were arguing in the car, he'd get Mum to pull over and he'd just walk off in to the night, which really scared me.
He ruined almost every party we ever had, even my engagement party, where he got drunk, shouted at everyone and slept in the garden as some kind of protest.
He's still an alcoholic now, and he's 81. Often looks back on his younger days and says how he was an angry man (said with a tinkly laugh).
It's not funny though, is it?
My sister has taken on the baton, and now ruins every single family event, by drinking too much and causing a row. Had to go NC in the end.
I on the other hand, just want peace, and within my own family, get togethers are laughter only - no rows ever! DH and I argue sometimes of course, but family get togethers are never full of rows, which is entirely opposite to my childhood.