>>>LOL, that was the year that my grandmother got into the wrong eggnog and it was a riot, watching two old ladies sitting at the table tasting too much spiked eggnog, but they remained the the Victorian lady.<<<
Reminds me of how one of my grandmothers was - she swore that even one tiny bite of rum cake made her ‘tipsy’. She is the one who when the Dr. advised her to have a glass of wine daily, that she dutifully took about a thimble full as though it was caster oil, but didn’t want anyone to see her as it might lead them to drink...
LOL, if we knew the truth about our grandparents, it would fill a book.
My grandmother’s standard answer was “It happened yesterday, it is no ones business today”, and she did not give you an answer to a question.
They didn’t realize they were drinking for Mom had added the booze to the carton, we let them enjoy it, “Estelle, would you like a little more?” “Yes, Ida, I think just a little more, thank you.”
Those Victorian ladies claimed to never drink, but all the cures they used, started with “Take a glass of wine”, I always smile at “ Take a glass of wine, and retire to a dark room for an hour.” For that would be a nice nap.
They say that during the 20’s, my granny could make a good moonshine and tell about the cops coming to put a stop to it and instead of finding the booze, they went away empty handed, for their cars were parked over where it was buried.