Happy cooking and Happy Thanksgiving! Nectar of the gods? Here is the story of my experience with "Jim Crow".
One day a bunch of us, boys as well as girls (ages about 11 or 12), got the idea that we should see what it was like to drink some booze. We collected all the pennies we owned and gave them to two girls whose father owned the town’s liquor store. They were to smuggle out a bottle of liquor while their dad was not looking and put the money in the till. They succeeded without getting caught. We all met at the outskirts of town one evening. There were probably ten to twelve of us in the group. We had bought Coca Cola as a mix. Jim Crow was the brand of whiskey the girls had obtained from the bar. We went further out of town and mixed the drinks. I hated it. I remember pouring most of mine in the ditch when I thought no one was looking. I think the others did the same thing, while we all pretended to be having a high old time.
How my mother found out about that, I’ll never know. Needless to say, we were punished. “Jim Crow” became a code word among us. It signified that we were really growing up!