The years have passed way too fast. In between the 60's and today, I have been many pictures, many places and many personalities. We all have. Those of us who are lucky enough to remember the good old 60's have many tales to tell. Many of my best memories are hidden inside of a violet valise, way back inside a paisley pocketbook tucked away in a collaged trunk, yellow and cracking, inside Clothile, my old bedroom closet. Yes, those visions are hidden there amongst the musty mini-skirts and polyester formals. Maybe someday I'll drag them to the computer and tell you a couple.
In the meantime, I have a slight memory of an earlier time. It was after MYF, Methodist Youth Fellowship. Yes, I did attend that every week and loved it. We had a great group and afterwards got to "ride" around in Sara's mother's white Corvair while she practiced on the church organ.
We somehow heard about a really great tasting wine that was cheap! The only wine I had tasted by age 14 was Mogen David on Thanksgiving. One tiny sip. So, we pooled our change. A bottle of Boone's Farm back then couldn't have been much. We went into a Fill-A-Bag and purchased Strawberry Hill. Yes, indeed. We were wild. All five of us squeezed into that tiny car were drinking from that bottle. Do you think we got inebriated!
We thought we were. That was so long ago and thousands of bottles of wine ago. I have made a mental note to call my best friend, Sara. She's now a Methodist preacher's wife but we still get together and laugh about the good old days. She was driving so she only took one sip. Tell me your Boone's Farm memory. Thank you. Salud
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My Boone's Farm memory was me an a room mate in college/tech school in Bryan Texas buying two bottles and sitting in the upper crook under a concrete highway overpass and drinking the whole bottles. We passed out and woke up just before dawn, still drunk. We hitch hiked on the highway - the wrong way - to school. That would have been 1978.
If I wouldn't be too embarrased, I'd probably buy a bottle tonight!
Here's another - While drooling over the Dom Perignon in the liquor store the other day I spotted the sparkling wine of choice back then. Do you remember the name of it?
The Publix TAvern was the first place my dad took me to shoot pool while he'd drink beer and eventually leave me for about 30 minutes to go 'run some errands'.
Rob - ohhhh you're such a trip - well, I think it's about two bucks a bottle even now and more folks drink it than you think...also, there's another cheapo out there that I keep seeing - of course, my taste in wine is a bit more refined - lol... Salud
My Boone's Farm memory is bittersweet and goes back to the summer of 1974. I was 26, married, living in St. Paul. My brother had just been killed in a car accident, driving his orange Triumph Spitfire sports car. My mother came across a Boone's Farm T-shirt in his closet and I ended up wearing that shirt all summer, with a pair of very worn, very short cut-off jeans. I still have it, packed away in the attic, along with the tie he wore to work the day died.
Of course I remember Strawberry Hill...the first thing I ever had to drink (I was a freshman in college-late bloomer).
We used to get them 3 bottles for $5. Strawberry Hill... Country Kwencher... Good times!
mine was in my teens in the 80s - strawberry hill and that awful apple one. my girlfriends (2 sisters who lived across the street and who were years older than me) and i walked the half mile to the town park near our house, brown bags stuffed under our coats. it's a good thing we only had to cross one highway on our way back because we downed both bottles and were snookered. i remember one of them mooning cars when we got back to their driveway and one car full of young guys came to a screeching halt. we ran for it and i collapsed while stumbling across my lawn. nothing worse then puking sweet wine...ugh.
Butterfly Glitters
We all used to step up with Blue Nun.
Was my 21st birthday - did not like beer (still don't), so boyfriend introduced me to Boonesfarm. I puked til I thought I would die - all over his best friends mom's new WHITE sofa.
That was 1972 and I have not touched wine since.
Hey, it was the 70's. I'm lucky I remember much of anything. :-)
A lot of shoe's in those days had the aroma of the "Night-Before's Stawberry Hill."
Great memories, thanks!
Cheers,
Colonel Possum
Isabel, oh come on girl, let's tell them your past!!! They will feel better about sneaking around themselves - you know kids of today are doing crazy things too!!!
Ok I will read more of these memories later - it's too early for much visualization!!! Many thanks - loving these tales! Salud
Loving the posts AND the memories.
Not only is there a boones farm memory, but it also includes a wine called Annie Green Springs. I think there was a blackberry boones farm and I know we drank the peach Annie Green Springs.
We were little hippies, and that was our little hippie wine of choice when we'd hang out at the reservoir at night, strummin along with the crickets and smoking pot. Making out tasted better with Annie Green Springs, lemme tell ya!
We would have a campfire and no rangers nor anyone else ever bothered us. Hell, we were just doing what they used to do probably (excepting for the pot).
In the morning, you'd never know we'd been there, save the charred earth.
I still walk out there, and this last time there was so much bloody trash I'll have to bring 2 friends and some trash bags to haul it all outta there.
We never would have littered like that.
BUT
we did make some cool ashtrays out of those wine bottles.... you just let them melt flat in the fire. Ah, Groovy times!
I had no memory
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Yes, indeed lovely Krista! Salud
I remember a ton of memories of being 15-17 yrs old and scoring some green apple boones or whatever fruity flavor we could get. That was so easy to drink the cheap koolaid tasting juice and then have the worst hangover the next day from our 2.00 bottle of Boones. LOL
About 8 years ago.....now we are all in our 40's.....my best friend had a dinner party at her house and everyone was to bring something. One of our co-workers said that she was going to bring some wine. Cool, we will have some nice wine.
Well, she showed up with two bottles of Boones...one was Pear and the other was Strawberry. LOL
I love the fact someone brought along Boone's Farm. I had it at the camp this summer where it's so hot that anything on ice worked! That's where the above picture comes from out at Cypremort Point! Thanks and have a great day. Salud
Anyway, being a PK, I led a sheltered life as a teenager but when my girlfriends introduced me to Strawberry Hill on Dane Street beach in Beverly, MA that's when I blossomed into who I am today. The stuff was liberating. And yes, I was underage...16 to be exact.
I saved the bottle from my first eperience: put one of those candels that drip wild colors as it melts in the bottle and it still has the colorful wax on it. That bottle has moved from East Coast to West Coast to East and back to West with me.
I definately have a host of Boones Farm stories to tell. Maybe Boones Farm should get all these "fond memory" stories in a book. Ooo, a few of mine they couldn't print or shouldn't.