Whiskey was part of my growing up

by Klien Schmidt
(Ceour D Alene, Id. USA)

My Grandfather secretly made whiskey when I was a kid.


I used to spend a lot of time with my Grandfather. He taught me a lot of things about life, one was that on whiskey bottling day you got to drink as much as you wanted.

My Grandmother did not approve of making whiskey or any other spirits, and she always made out that she did not know my Grandfather was making it. Now that may be the case, but maybe not.

On one particular bottling day, I was busily helping my Grandfather bottling the precious whiskey he had laboured over.

During the process he had a hose syphoning the whiskey into the bottle. There was a clip that we used to stop the flow while switching bottles.

After a time though my Grandfather decided it was just so much easier to just put the hose in his mouth and switch the bottles.

When he got pretty lit up he started handing the hose to me and I did as he did.

When we woke up, we had passed out and whiskey was about an inch deep in the secret brewing room ( The Root Cellar) and My grandmother was standing in the doorway "cussing" and swinging her broom.

My Grandfather side stepped her and ran for the pasture, I was in close persuit.

My Grandmother was in HOT persuit of the both of us. She hit my grandfather with the broom and they both fell into the grass laughing all the way.

They lay there laughing about the whole incident for at least an hour.

I watched them and realized that this was part of the Bottling day process.

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That is a story to tell your kids when you bottle your own whiskey!

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