My folks made wine that way. Welch’s grape juice concentrate, sugar, yeast, water. Into a big jug with a big balloon on top.
That was some wicked stuff. Sort of like Mad Dog 20/20 when it was done, LOL!
What I was talkin’ about:
‘This expression comes from World War I, when British artillery sent up a balloon to notify gunners to open fire, this visual signal being more reliable than courier or telephone. It was soon transferred to signal other kinds of beginning. [1915]’
LOL - Yep, after waking up a bit I knew what you meant... It was just that first bleary-eyed catching of the balloon that caused me to jump to the conclusion.
Maybe I take that association memory method too far - like when I tried to remember Mrs. Shaw’s name - so I associated it with the weaver that she was (had a beautiful loom) But I could never get my associations right in my mind so I always called her Mrs. Weaver - which brought a scowl from Rev. Shaw - her husband. (Friends - but not my church...)
Hey, maybe it was the Wisconsin that did it - made me think of cheese and that meant that wine went along with it... See how dangerous that association method is... Ms. Wine... or is that Ms. Cheese... Maybe I should just go back to bed - 4 hours sleep was not enough...
That balloon thing was kind of like -
Ready on the right - ready on the left - fire at will...
Poor Will!
What I was talkin’ about:
‘This expression comes from World War I, when British artillery sent up a balloon to notify gunners to open fire, this visual signal being more reliable than courier or telephone. It was soon transferred to signal other kinds of beginning. [1915]’<<<
Now that is interesting, as there were terrorist posts and mysterious balloons a few years ago in some of the reports.
Thanks for the rest of the story.