We four sisters were good girls
Our Mama and Daddy taught us to be good. We went to church every Sunday. In fact, our Presbyterian pastor told us we were only allowed to miss if we were sick or out of town. It was during the depression and we certainly did not go out of town often.
We were good girls but you know how the youth love to experiment. This was an experiment gone awry. At the time we had moved to another farming community and the schools weren’t as good as our hometown one—so my Dad felt sorry for us and decided we would go back to our old school.
There were two spinsters( Miss Haattie and Miss Bertha) who had a large old two-story house they made into a boarding house with rooms or small apartments. He rented us a large room w/ 2 double beds, a couple of chairs, a table and a hot plate. We thought we were really cool. Our own place away from Mom and Dad—just the four of us.
My older sisters, Lois and Fae, had read in a magazine how to make wine. So they got a jug and filled it with grape juice, water, sugar, and I don’t know what else. They set it in the corner of the room out of sight—to “age”. After a couple of weeks it had not aged.
One afternoon a knock on the door and our Presbyterian Pastor, Bro. Joe Everhart said:”Girls, I have come to check on you.” You should have seen all the scrambling. They pushed that jug under the bed post haste. Fortunately those old iron bedsteads were tall and the bedspreads touched the floor. They were saved! No wine in sight. God must having been smiling!
A couple of weeks later they thought the wine was ready. The took a sip and nearly threw up. It was bitter and vinegary. All that trouble for nothing.
There’s a lesson in here somewhere—oh yes,”Be sure your sins will find you out.” We were still good girls—although older and wiser.
