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Huckleberry Hounds

Story ID:3825
Written by:Kathe M. Campbell (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Family History
Location:Butte Montana USA
Year:1970
Person:Campbell girls
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Posted 05/09/2008 16:15 by Kathleene S Baker | Reply
What a hoot! No doubt that was a sleep over those gals still talk about. Great job, Kathe.

Kathy Baker
Posted 05/09/2008 17:00 by Nancy J. Kopp | Reply
Good one, Kath. If that had happened today, you'd probably have been visited by Child Services people, hauled off to court and shunned by the neighbors. May be stretching a point, but aren't you glad you brought your kids up in "the good old days?"
Nancy
Posted 05/10/2008 19:58 by Betty (BJ) Roan | Reply
Too funny! Reminded me of a slumber party at my friend's house. Her father had an entire rack of wine in the basement. No one told us it must have been there for a hundred years. The corks crumbled inside the wine, adding a little texture to the vinegar-like flavor. We drank enough to get a headache. It was several years into adulthood before I would consider taking a sip of wine. BJ
Posted 05/10/2008 20:03 by Betty (BJ) Roan | Reply
Too funny! Reminded me of a slumber party at my friend's house. Her father had an entire rack of wine in the basement. No one told us it must have been there for a hundred years. The corks crumbled inside the wine, adding a little texture to the vinegar-like flavor. We drank enough to get a headache. It was several years into adulthood before I would consider taking a sip of wine. BJ
Posted 05/11/2008 07:38 | Reply
Cute story Kathe. Reminds me of my somewhat jaded youth when I did things my parents didn't approve. Never did figure it out how they always knew when I did something they deemed inappropriate.

Don Ralstin
Posted 05/11/2008 18:59 | Reply
We used to get in my grampa's home made beer and wine all the time when we visited for weekends. We never drank enough to get very woozy. Oh and it was so good. Just can't beat that old country german beer.
Posted 05/12/2008 08:22 | Reply
Oh my, I bet that night was never mentioned again!!! What a way to break kids of getting into a private stash. That home made wine is potent and nasty if it sets!! I would have loved to been a little mouse watching that episode. Another good one from Kathe's mountain adventures. If that mountain of hers could talk?????!!!! Keep talking for it Kathe, you are it's beauty and it's life, as it is yours.
Pam
Posted 05/14/2008 00:55 | Reply
What a delight! When we moved from our home of 30 years, we found a six-pack, under bushes in the back yard. No one claimed the find - maybe because the cans were pretty well rusted through. Kids will be experimenters!
Posted 05/23/2008 14:21 | Reply
Kathe, I love it when you share such sweet moments in time...wonderful stuff, my friend! Bari DuBois www.cathappy.com
Posted 07/16/2008 02:29 | Reply
Kathe dear,
This story of yours is delightfully funny! I'm glad none of the other parents were told what happened though! It could be that perhaps they're reading about it here for the first time, eh? Kids will often do some wild and crazy things when the grown-ups are away. Reminds me of a slumber party at a neighbor's home when I was a high school freshman. There were five of us gal pals there, and in those days one did not need a photo I.D. to purchase cigarettes. Prior to dark we walked the mile to a locally owned Ma and Pa store (safe to do in the early sixties), confidently telling the man behind the counter we were sent to buy cigarettes for the mother of the gal who was having the sleep-over. He sold us a pack for fifty cents, no questions asked, and later we divided them up, so my share was four out of a pack of twenty Winstons. I'm pretty sure that what kept me from becoming a smoker was because that first whiff and puff caused me to choke and cough uncontrollably, so apparently I had inhaled without realizing it! It felt like a blow-torch had been lit and forced down my throat! No more of that stuff for me, I declared. Next morning I ran home, hid my clothes, pajamas, blanket and pillowcase in the very bottom of the clothes hamper, hoping that Mama would not catch a scent of cigarette odor on them. Then I shampooed my hair and acted like nothing unusual had happened when asked if I'd had fun. Yep, those were the good ol' days! I'm not so sure I'd want to know what all goes on at such slumber parties now days. It might cause me to drink some old, fermented wine!
Thanks, as always, for your wonderful stories,
Sandi in FL.
Posted 07/18/2008 12:13 by Susan Hammett Poole | Reply
Well, POOH on the committee members who let this story fall through the cracks at "Chicken Soup For the Wine Lover's Soul" -- they missed a great one. I'll bet the little girls didn't become drinkers after that huckleberry wine episode!