Let's have a "draft"--I'll trade you two kooks for

Booty · Sat Aug 03, 2002 - 01:01:22

So now I'm to be traded, am I?

Booty · Sat Aug 03, 2002 - 12:57:00

So how many will be traded for me?

janine · Sun Aug 04, 2002 - 15:12:12

Hey, seekr, King David and his posse ate the shewbread, yes? Is there then a "case" for drinking up the Lord's Supper wine?

(Wouldn't thrill any lovers of alcohol here... we use reconstituted grape juice. Only time alcohol shows up is if the trays of juice cups are left out too long.)

Oh, heck, wine tastes to me like beer mixed with grape juice, anyway. I'll leave the wine alone.

kebecer1 · Mon Aug 05, 2002 - 22:40:51

Well, Booty, we are more "than" you know--through my dad's side, I inherited the Irish cognomen "Michael Cassady'--through mum, well, that's the French-Cdn skeleton in the closet.

You know what they say, "The Irish they saved civilization", and music, and dance, and literature, and, and, and....well, you get the picture.

Maybe I shall come to Venezuela and visit ye.

--Michael Cassady (another Mick? You bettcha!! :p ) )

Booty · Tue Aug 06, 2002 - 19:12:39

Bring Janine and her clan along with you!! Our beaches are beautiful. They do have visitors on the weekends, but normally not too many. During the week, one or two people. If that is too many, not far away you can find totally deserted beaches where you will not see another human for weeks.

Is your Da from Ireland or was he born over the water?

janine · Wed Aug 07, 2002 - 04:21:54

My Michael's naturally pretty fair, but tans up pretty black, and has black hair and dark-hazel eyes that look black 'way back there deep-set in his round head as they are. He's all Scot, that we know of!

Who were the oldest people in Ireland/Scotland/England, anyway? Picts? Celts? The Fair Folk?

Maybe the Romans darkened 'em up.

Booty · Thu Aug 08, 2002 - 14:45:04

LOLOLOL!!!!!!!!!
Is a Scot a Brit? That depends on whether you ask a Scotsman or an Englishman!!

But Irish? I believe this says it best,

[!--QuoteBegin--][/span][table border=\"0\" align=\"center\" width=\"95%\" cellpadding=\"3\" cellspacing=\"1\"][tr][td]Quote [/td][/tr][tr][td id=\"QUOTE\"][!--QuoteEBegin--]What shall I say about the Irish?
The utterly impractical, never predictable,
Something irascible, quite inexplicable, Irish.

Strange blend of shyness, pride and conceit
And stubborn refusal to bow in defeat.
He's spoiling and ready to argue and fight,
Yet the smile of a child fills his soul with delight.

His eyes are the quickest to well up in tears,
Yet his strength is the strongest to banish your fears.

His faith is as fierce as his devotion is grand
And there's no middle ground on which he will stand.

He's wild and he's gentle, he's good and he's bad,
He's proud and he's humble, he's happy and sad.

He's in love with the ocean, the earth and the skies,
He's enamored with beauty wherever it lies.

He's victor and victim, a star and a clod,
But mostly he's Irish and in love with his God.
[/quote]

Love ya lass, yer a darlin ye are.

janine · Fri Sep 27, 2002 - 17:22:00

Heh. We've already got big, fat low salary caps. Only so much room for preachers & teachers & frills, too, oh my.

kebecer1 · Fri Aug 02, 2002 - 22:05:38

Over at some of the DoC e-conversation boards, we've had an interesting "assault and battery" of the denomination, plus the Stone-Campbell Movement, going on for a few months now.

Characters identifying themselves as "Napoleon", "Nappy", JP 2, Lord's Worker, et al. have slammed Protestantism, DoC's, in addition to the usual, run-of-the-mill "Jesus spoke to me in a dream in a hotel in Wichita at 2:45 a.m. Central time and told me to tell you all that you are going to burn in hell."

My patience w/ these kooks has worn thin. I have w/drawn from the conversations until the "slammers" themelves go.

Then, oh, then, my brethren and (uh-hum sistren ;) , I read the threads here about "concernedmembers.com", visit those websites, and see that we aren't the only one w/ hate-filled, legalistic, even non-Stone-Campbell Mov'mt, posters on our e-boards.

So, in the vein of "A Modest Proposal" by Jonathan Swift, here's mine, made in advance of the sports drafts: I will trade any member of the independent Christian churches/c of C and/or the non-instrumental churches of Christ, on a one-per-one basis, one of our kooks for yours!

Any takers? Let's mix up the, er, mix!

(Said half in jest; but knowing that Christ is mourning the way we tear down each other w/ such zest and relish. "Tired of the bitter jarrings and janglings of a party spirit...."

:0 :angry:

s1n4m1n · Sat Aug 03, 2002 - 02:04:44

Hi,

I'd be willing to make a trade with ya but I don't know any DoC people. You got anyone in particular you want to trade?

Ken

nerdneh · Sat Aug 03, 2002 - 23:16:25

Booty, I'll see you one Alexander Campbell and raise you one Barton W. Stone.

janine · Sun Aug 04, 2002 - 15:08:13

Oh, is beer hard liquor? Sorry, my bad. :p

Booty · Mon Aug 05, 2002 - 17:50:36

[!--QuoteBegin--][/span][table border=\"0\" align=\"center\" width=\"95%\" cellpadding=\"3\" cellspacing=\"1\"][tr][td]Quote (kebecer1 @ Aug. 05 2002,08:32)[/td][/tr][tr][td id=\"QUOTE\"][!--QuoteEBegin--]Booty: Your own will have to decide to trade ye, my brother! I would make a home for you in the DoC's in a heartbeat.[/quote]
Thank you kebecer1, I do appreciate that. You know though the more I investigate the DoC, I believe you've been "MY own" all along. I firmly believe the grace centered coC and the conservative DoC have more in common than the Legalistic CoC and the grace centered coC. I suspect were I to be in the USA I would be DoC, based on what I have seen of the CoC people who visit here. Never has been confrontation, but you now how it is when yer stoppering yer gob to keep the peace?

Ach is it Flannery now yer reading? Fine Lass, but I do need to set the matter clear. Yes I know there is a penchant to use last names as first names, (eg Kelly, Rielly etc), but Flannery would normally be used for a boyo. In any event the lass' name is Mary Flannery O'Connor.

Last names mean a bit as well. In this case, Mary is descended from the Connor his own self. By the by, the Flannery or more properly Ó Flannabhra means "red eyebrows".

Truthfully though, there are some Irish names you really do not want to know what they meant. One of your most famous means "Ugly Head". I will not spoil your day by telling you which!!

I often wish my Mum had not been so enamored with my Da and had chosen to give me a more Irish name. But as my best childhood friend, Ivan Molotovich, will tell you, "It's not the name, it's the way the feet start moving when the fiddle and bodhrán start to sing!!" Now Ivan himself will be put to explaining his lineage!! My lineage is simple, Ireland was not aligned with england against Germany, and my Da found as many others have that an Irish lass makes a fine wife.

kebecer1 · Tue Aug 06, 2002 - 19:43:09

My Da is part of "Great Ireland", born (literally and figuratively) in this side of the Pond. As far as any one can tell, the Cassady clan came here from Ireland in the late 1700's--not unlike some other folks called Walter Scott and Campbell, pere et fils. In fact, my clan settled not too far from Cane Ridge and Bethany--soo....I'm sort of an original Disciple. That is, if one can lay hold of that claim. ;)

Booty · Wed Aug 07, 2002 - 15:01:49

[!--QuoteBegin--][/span][table border=\"0\" align=\"center\" width=\"95%\" cellpadding=\"3\" cellspacing=\"1\"][tr][td]Quote (janine @ Aug. 06 2002,9:21)[/td][/tr][tr][td id=\"QUOTE\"][!--QuoteEBegin--]My Michael's naturally pretty fair, but tans up pretty black, and has black hair and dark-hazel eyes that look black 'way back there deep-set in his round head as they are. He's all Scot, that we know of!

Who were the oldest people in Ireland/Scotland/England, anyway? Picts? Celts? The Fair Folk?

Maybe the Romans darkened 'em up.[/quote]
Janine!!! Ireland/Scotland/England

??

While the last two will not shudder at the grouping, the first certainly will!!!

LOLOL!!!!!!!! :D Actually it is a common mistake by yanks, but Ireland's history is quite separate and distinct from england.

To answer your question now that you are properly chastised, this site is excellent,

Timeline

janine · Thu Aug 08, 2002 - 14:23:52

Thanks, Morris.

Remember in one of the old Planet of the Apes movies, champaigne was explained to the lady doctor chimpanzee (Zira?) as "grape juice plus". (But then, so was sodium pentathol...)

So, does that make brandy "wine plus"? And did my little-girl perception say "raisins" when I saw how fermentation had altered the grapes' appearance? They'd likely have been muscadine grapes...

Booty, I remember reading about missionaries in the far reaches of different South American areas carrying raisins & soaking them to have "fruit of the vine" for the Lord's Supper. That would easily develop a kick, dontcha think?

Hey, I meant no offense by daring to type the words "Ireland/Scotland/England" in the same sentence! (Sheesh! Now I know where words like "ire" and "irascible" come from! "Irenic" must've come from somewhere else!)

Here I am, in a nation with individual states and single geographic regions just about big enough to swallow up all of England, Ireland, Scotland, Wales and the Isle of Man, then nibble on France for dessert...

...and, for all our (often rabid) interest in our varigated heritages, we are a nation like a patchwork quilt, joined together and blending in spots...

So, I didn't notice I was just heartlessly lumping everything to do with the British Isles all in a mish-mash, huh? I'm sorry.

My Mike worked with a welder from Scotland once. (Mike is fond of his Scot blood, remember...) He'd tease poor Icehouse (the guy's nickname... after a brand of beer) unmercifully!

First Mike would bring up his beloved Scot heritage... later he'd call Icehouse "British", then Icehouse would defend himself... he was a Scot, and he'd remind Mike that he was, too...

Mike would remind him that we fought off the British, while ol' Icehouse's people were assimilated by "the Borg" of Britain ("resistance is few-tile...")

...even our mindless pop-music entertainment produced a song about it ("In 1814 we took a little trip/Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississipp'/We took a little bacon an' we took a little beans/An' we fought the bloody British in the town of New Orleans...")

How mean of Mike, to love and advertise his Scots background & simultaneously to tease Icehouse about his!

Icehouse gave it a good effort, but unfortunately Mike had "home field advantage".

Icehouse came to work amazed about the buzzards flocking along the roadsides to eat the roadkill. ("Theh wos a bluidy vooltcha in th' middle of the raode!")

I think he really had a hate/hate relationship with the insects and arthropods and crustaceans. He'd run from the little critters that are so common along the big bayous and canals where the shipyards are set. That's why Mike was trying to tease him, buddy-to-buddy, to jolly him into being comfortable around here. If you are always on your guard, never feeling like "one of the boys", and scared of the environment to boot, you're always twitching.

Most of the guys would drool over a mess of crawfish... Icehouse would gag.

Once a big harlequin beetle settled on his thigh while he was welding. Though far from life-threatening, these have some sort of defense mechanism... whether by a stinger (I doubt that one) or by simply releasing irritant chemicals when frightened, they can leave a big painful burning welt on your skin. (I go for the release theory, since they look like a big stink bug.)

By that time, Icehouse was coping better, having developed a "protective shell" toward both creepy-crawlies and Mike. He really tried to cultivate a cool unconcern about critters. So, when Mike tried to get him to shoo away the bug, he didn't believe there was a bug.

Both men were dangling precariously on catwalks, welding away like shipbuilding beavers... Mike kept waving and protesting and pointing, "No, really, Icehouse, look at your thigh, look down, look down, get it away, it'll hurt if you don't, really Icehouse, I'm serious as a heart attack man, look!"

Icehouse refused to so much as deign to look. Finally, even through his heavy denim jeans, maybe he felt it crawling... they are pretty large, for insects... his control broke...

He dashed it off his leg, dropped his tools, threw himself off the scaffolding and ran away bellowing a Scotch/British bellow, waving his arms frantically about his head like E.T. and Drew Barrymore did when they discovered each other in Elliott's bedroom.

Must have been the last straw. When Icehouse's VISA ran out, he went home to safe, bug-free Scotland... and Mike never saw him in any of the returning crews.

Who was the actual kook there? Icehouse, or Mike? Or the Harlequin Beetle? :p

spurly · Fri Sep 27, 2002 - 09:54:01

What would happen if churches did trades? Say trading for elders, deacons, ministers, or other servants. What would happen if they went into the free agent market looking for a good worship leader? I say things would certainly get interesting.

Kevin

Skip · Fri Aug 02, 2002 - 22:17:49

Is this kind of like the 'preacher story' about the imaginary possiblity of everyone piling their troubles up at the front of the building (or house-church :p ), and everybody has to go forward and pick out as many troubles as they put in?

...the moral of the story being that most people would take one look at everyone else's troubles and quickly run to the front and grab back their own troubles...
:)

janine · Sat Aug 03, 2002 - 03:53:33

I very seldom see anything on the GCM boards you could accurately call "hate-filled".

I may not be the most Internet-savvy person; I've only tried to enjoy a few boards. So I'm not the uber-qualified judge here...

But, IMnot-so-HO, this board is darn well balanced. For every actual potentially hateful kook, we have many sweet kooks you'd love to serve with.

Surely all of us qualify as "kooks" in somebody's book (I.M. Nermal's Field Guide to Message Board Kookdom?)

I actually find myself on the crustier righter-winged side around here. What a refreshingly different place to be, compared to how I'm perceived in my "real" life!! My poor church leaders, they probably get indigestion after each fellowship meal. I don't go talk in a corner. They hear and take part in my leftist-sounding conversations at table...

I can come here to GCM and breathe!

peck · Sun Aug 04, 2002 - 14:06:21

Boy,this humor is better than the funny papers.Janine,about the beer.Don't forget from your own words"no clapping allowed for wild women and hard liquor".I'm still getting a laugh out of that one.

Seriously,websites like the concernedmembers is a sad reflection of Jesus in our hearts.My own attitude about the hermeneutics of the bible changed when I chose the grace oriented discipleship.Well,back to the fun....Hey,Booty,if you get traded let us know what website we can contact you on(tonque in cheek)

God bless,Charles

kebecer1 · Mon Aug 05, 2002 - 15:32:25

Sorry, for being so long in responding; but, when the weekends come, and sermons to "get ready", plus the family, plus cycling in the Ohio countryside...you get the idea!

I have no kooks specifically in the DoC's to trade; though, I am sure that some would want to trade ME! :angry: :0 :p

It's just that we have some disagreeable pests on our e-chat boards who have vexed me; I have quit those boards for now! Oh, well.

Janine: If'n y'all are ever in Cleveland, or I come down a la bayou to try my Canadian French on your Cajuns down there, I'll buy y'all a sasparilla, or something stronger, if'n you want.

I agree: This board has great balance; and, I like it. Thanks for the space in cyberspace, Lee!

Booty: Your own will have to decide to trade ye, my brother! I would make a home for you in the DoC's in a heartbeat.

Skip: Loved your story. A good one! :)

I have been thinking a lot about religion and "oddballs", a lot, lately. Even "religion and mental illness." Faith CAN be dysfuctional, God knows. It all sent me to re-read Flannery O'Connor's great short story, "Revelation", where she describes how Mrs. Turpin (I've always understood that to mean code for 'turpintine'), who looks down on everybody, including her lower-middle-class "whitetrash" (O'Connor's word) neighbours, and thanks God for who she is.

Yet, Flannery O'Connor finds that they, too, will one day be redeemed, small thoughts, hates, fears, prejudices, and self-righteous-"thank-you-God-I'm- not-like-them" and all.

The story begins with Mrs. Turpin and her husband, Claud, entering their doctor's waiting room and immediately Mrs. Turpin begins to assess the other patients present: a pleasant, well-dressed lady; a "white trash" woman and her mother and son; a fat adolescent with acne. She and the pleasant woman strike up a conversation about the importance of refinement and good disposition.

When the "white trash" woman interjects her unwanted opinions into the conversation, she truly shows her ignorance and poor breeding. As the story goes on an ill-mannered ugly girl in Girl Scout shoes with heavy socks who was reading a book titled Human Development attacks Mrs. Turpin.

During the unwarranted attack this young girl sticks and chokes Mrs. Turpin. The girl also insults her by calling her a fat wart hog and telling her to go back to Hell where she belongs.

The religious overtones are evident from the time that there is gospel music playing in the doctor's office where the story begins.

Also she thanks God for giving her a little bit of everything. Be this she meant owning a little land and not being ugly. She also thanks him for giving her a good disposition.

Later that evening, Mrs. Turpin talks to God again. Finally, while hosing down the hog pen that evening she whispers to God in a fierce voice, "What do you send me a message like that for?" "How am I a hog and me both? How am I saved and from hell too?" she wants to know.

In the evening sky as a purple streak shines in the sky, cutting through a field of crimson and leading, like an extension of the highway, into the descending dusk, a visionary light settled into her eyes.

She saw the streak as a vast swinging bridge extending upwards from the earth through a field of living fire. Upon it a vast horde of souls were rumbling towards heaven. There were whole companies of white trash, clean for the first time in their lives, and bands of black [people] in white robes, and battalions of freaks and lunatics shouting and clapping and leaping like frogs.

And bringing up the end of the procession was a tribe of people whom she recognized at once as those who, like herself and Claud, her husband, had always had a little of everything and the God-given wit to use it right.

She leaned forward to observe them closer. They were marching behind the others with great dignity, accountable, as they had always been for good order and common sense and respectable behaviour. They alone were on key. Yet she could see by their shocked and altered faces that even their virtues were being burned away.

If anything, I truly believe that it takes all kinds to make up faith--and, one person's oddity in faith is another person's central tenet of that faith. Kooks--heck! I'm (probably) one, too.

God love us all, and save us all--from ourselves! And, thank the Nazarean for making that possible! :D

kebecer1 · Mon Aug 05, 2002 - 22:51:19

So, THAT's what being civilization itself feels like! I was wondering!

The Irish are, I might immodestly add, the greatest lyricists in literature and certainly the most revolutionary--at least, James Joyce's "The Dead" was a sign of what was about to come out of his pen at the dawn of the 20th century; "Portrait of the Artist"--what a minor work, compared!

OOOOHHHH, those Irish!

I'm packing my bags for Venezuela soon; shall have to stop by and have a sasparilla w/ Janine in bayou country, though@

What are your beaches like? (as in "empty"?)

;)

janine · Tue Aug 06, 2002 - 14:59:20

kebecer1, on your way to Venezuela, we can consolidate our previous-post interest in grape juice/wine with my (Catholic) uncle's wine-from-raisins.

I remember a big glass jug, maybe a five-gallon jug, 1/3 filled with raisins... although, was it wine after all? There were some coils of tubing, seems like... wouldn't that hint at distillation? What was that stuff Uncle Ed was making on the patio when I was small?!?

Ah, well, if it's made by a Cajun it must be a Cajun beverage. I wonder how Cajun Uncle Ed got the brilliant red hair (and eyebrows), though? He passed that on to two of my cousins.

Imagine my red-haired uncle, and my porcelain-complected black-haired-pale-eyed aunt, also as Cajun as the day is long... and their willowy red-haired daughters... In Saudi Arabia where he used to work. I wonder if they ever left the compound? They must've stuck out like sore thumbs.

OK, where was I? Ah, yes, kebecer1's visit.

Just about 4 weeks ago, a documentary film crew from Canada (likely Quebec, since the production was in French) came down to film my sister, who is a linguist and the director of the federal park in St. Martinville, LA, dedicated to Longfellow and Evangeline.

They filmed her at work, with her fiance (who teaches a French immersion program in elementary school), and at a couple of events... and they filmed her and our grandmother cooking.

There in Mamman Rita's kitchen, scene of so many childhood memories, cooking something like a pumpkin or banana bread, but wil eggplant. Spice cake sort of thing.

So, there they were, talking about the recipe in Cajun French, along with the narrator/hostess of the program, a well-known TV star up there, I guess. (Maybe soap operas?)

Then the star and the director got into a knock-down-drag-out-flying-sacriligious-curses-hair-pulling ...uh... ah... disagreement.

My sister was shocked that Mamman didn't take them into the bathroom & wash their mouths out with Lava soap!

The fussers left in a huff, and the film crew and Mamman and Jolene continued on making the film.

How weird the curses were! My sister said they were religious maledictions, they were calling each other "chalice!" (like the Holy Grail) and "tabernacle!"

Would the negative thing about it, about being called something holy, be that the curser intends the sin of the blasphemous tossing-about of God-things to fall on the cursee? Or have these holy things double meanings, like maybe "on the street" they're prostitute's body parts or something?

I pray I get a finished video of that. I'd really like the outtakes, too! The fight might be more entertainig than the cake-baking.

Mamman Rita passed away just a week or two after the film crew visited. What a keepsake that would be, that film!

What a keepsake the memory is, our stay-at-home, simple-pleasures Mamman being made a subject of a Canadian documentary! Wow!

And I always, as a child, thought it scary and impressive when the grownups would get into the occasional argument, and flash so quickly from French to English and back again... and even occasionally curse at each other. How mild those disagreements seem now, compared to what the film crew brought in, ha!

kebecer1 · Tue Aug 06, 2002 - 19:46:16

oh, and I shall take you up on the beach offer--sounds great! Thing is, us Irish-types are sorta pasty white (though I have a great tan, for the season), so the sun will have to be watched.

btw: Is there any truth to/what is the idea behind the idea of the "black Irish"--i.e. swarthy, "dark-skinned" Irish; I know that the Celts were traditionall fair-skinned, so are the "dark" Irish the aboriginal people?

Thu Aug 08, 2002 - 07:25:32

kebecer1, on your way to Venezuela, we can consolidate our previous-post interest in grape juice/wine with my (Catholic) uncle's wine-from-raisins.

I remember a big glass jug, maybe a five-gallon jug, 1/3 filled with raisins... although, was it wine after all? There were some coils of tubing, seems like... wouldn't that hint at distillation? What was that stuff Uncle Ed was making on the patio when I was small?!?

Janine, your uncle was apparently making brandy, the product of distilling wine or a fruit mash. This greatly concentrates the alcoholic content of wine.

janine · Fri Aug 09, 2002 - 15:17:18

Oh.

Fri Aug 02, 2002 - 23:28:41

Perhaps we have the spirit of the two preachers arguing about a certain way to do "the Lord's work." They wrangled and they wrangled, until one, in a blazing spirit of charity, said; "Why are we arguing? Are we not brothers? You go on doing the Lord's work in your way, and I will continue to do it in His way."

janine · Sat Aug 03, 2002 - 03:55:21

P.S. kebecer1:

When I first saw your topic title, I thought you wanted us to go have a beer! :D

seekr · Sun Aug 04, 2002 - 01:01:39

janine, I thought the same thing and was getting ready till I read the post :) a new kind of fellowship starting up?

seekr

Booty · Sun Aug 04, 2002 - 20:46:51

LOLOL!!!

Janine,

It is the law of supply and demand!! We have used everything from real wine to colored water!! I remember when we drove to Buenos Aires, (Ours, not Argentinas), 4 hours in four wheel drive lolo to find our grape juice bottle broken!! I credit my wife with the miracle of producing some very artfully colored and flavored water, actually tasted like wine!!!

Now why did she need to shop for makeup when we returned to civilization?

Booty · Mon Aug 05, 2002 - 22:46:03

We didn't save civilization, we are civilization!!

(All rumors to the contrary were started by the english, and we all know how they are!!)

Head on down whenever you like!

kebecer1 · Tue Aug 06, 2002 - 16:34:16

Ahh, that Gallic blood and those florid, sacrilegious curses! Tiens alors! Well, I wonder if the crew was from CRF (French-language equivalent of the CBC?).

Maman is a word that rings true in all Gallic blood and hearts, too!

Good to hear; now, tell me, did they understand her French?

Booty · Tue Aug 06, 2002 - 22:53:15

[!--QuoteBegin--][/span][table border=\"0\" align=\"center\" width=\"95%\" cellpadding=\"3\" cellspacing=\"1\"][tr][td]Quote [/td][/tr][tr][td id=\"QUOTE\"][!--QuoteEBegin--]oh, and I shall take you up on the beach offer--sounds great! Thing is, us Irish-types are sorta pasty white (though I have a great tan, for the season), so the sun will have to be watched.

btw: Is there any truth to/what is the idea behind the idea of the "black Irish"--i.e. swarthy, "dark-skinned" Irish; I know that the Celts were traditionall fair-skinned, so are the "dark" Irish the aboriginal people?[/quote]
aboriginal Irish? The Fianna? the Fir Bolg? The auld ones who did not leave yet did not stay, the Tuatha Dé Danann?

Actually the term "Black Irish" has different schools of thought including the possibility that they are descendants of shipwrecked Spanish sailors from the Felícima Armada.

With the history of Ireland, various conquering people assimilated to become more Irish than the Irish, who can say for sure?

Booty · Thu Aug 08, 2002 - 14:14:32

Hello Morris and welcome!!

Brandy it would be! I did not quite catch it at first, but yes that is brandy.

Perhaps Janine laid a bottle or two aside to share at some time in the future?

Fri Aug 09, 2002 - 04:36:19

So, does that make brandy "wine plus"?[\b]

Yes and No. Distillation does not make alcohol, but rather concentrates it by removing it from the wine solution. A smaller amount is then more potent although it is actually less in volume.

And did my little-girl perception say "raisins" when I saw how fermentation had altered the grapes' appearance? They'd likely have been muscadine grapes...

It could have been either grapes or raisins you saw. Whether a wine is white, rose or red is determined by how long it is left to ferment before removing the skins. Also, raisins are often added to the mix to provide body and sweetness.

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