Mama liked Miss Helen’s moonshine, but only when she drank with Beauty. Once, when the summer was too hot for anything else, Mama, Scooter and me, took Beauty to the swimming hole. Mama spread out a red blanket and plopped a picnic basket on top. Scoot and me ate cheese and tomato sandwiches and crunched apples while Mama and Beauty drank Miss Helen’s hooch out of paper cups. Beauty got so ossified, she stripped naked and jumped in the creek. It Jolted me a bit, but Scooter didn’t care on iota.
“Betty Bedford, get out of the creek before you drown,” Mama said, laughing.
Then Beauty stood up in water only waist deep, her bosoms shining with moisture. She’d laughed and said, “Hard to do unless something pulls me under.”
No matter where we went, Mama and Beauty always had fun together. Except when everything went wrong.
Excerpt from The Moonshine Thicket
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 
Cool. Where do you get your pics?
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Click “photo credit” 🙂
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Good post.
There’s moonshine and then there’s moonshine. Three of us GIs bought a half-gallon of local stuff outside the Charleston AFB gate. We took it to the barracks and accidentally dropped the jug before anyone had a snort of it. It broke and bleached the floor tile white. The CO had much to say about the huge white spot in the middle of the floor.
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Whoa! Sounds like potent stuff! 🙂
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