?Dandelion Wine
I was raised in a time if you didn’t have the money you just couldn’t buy it and I don’t think we had it as I watched my Dad picking dandelions to make dandelion wine.
He stored the bottles in the basement all dark and damp and dusty, hid them in the cracks where the stones they used to be. Well I don’t recall ever tasting it, but I think that my brother did, I know that summer not a weed grew on our lawn.
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We made do with what we had wine out of weeds no one was ever sad.
To try to catch a buzz he used to get the empty whiskey barrels fill them full of water and rotate them in the sun, so all summer long he had us rolling barrels in the back yard and I danced up on the top like a bandit on the run.
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We made do with what we had whiskey out of water no one was ever sad.
Then there was the time on the farm in the back 40 someone planted something there we knew we didn’t plant. So he hung it in the barn to dry and then that one hot summer night him and Grandpa stayed out in the barn there for a long long time.
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We made do with what we had plants curing in the barn they sure seemed glad. Oh hell they sure seemed glad.