My grandmother, Mormor, was a decent, upright citizen and a lady.
No one could get a twinkle in her eye over something daring, something naughty, quite the way Mormor could. She was a fascinating mix of exemplary behavior and a taste for trouble. This story of Mormor's captures her mischievous spirit quite well, and the asides are all hers, not mine. Also, please keep in mind that she told this story to children when we were barely old enough to know what alcohol was.*
(Photo stolen from Matthew Harris on Flickr)
As a growing girl my folks allowed me now and then to go to the public dances nearby with the Lou Reid family, so I learned to dance quite young. Midnight supper was to be eaten in the hall with the Reids no matter who might ask me to be his supper partner. (Later on I was allowed to go to dances with the boyfriend of the moment, so usually ate supper in his car. However, I always managed to include another couple to eat with us. Foxy Mormor!)
To digress a bit, this was in the Prohibition era, so the dance was a fine sales place for moonshine liquor. I was told that the procedure was to lay a dollar bill on a certain stump in back of the dance hall, leave for a few minutes, and then come back to pick up a full bottle. The secrecy was because the government revenuers might show up any minute to arrest the liquor makers.
Well, one night they did just that as Fay Myers rounded the corner of the hall hugging his bottle. Then the chase was on. Someone turned on his car lights that shone right on Fay, and the officers took off down the dusty road after him. Somehow Fay escaped into the woods nearby with his bottle intact.
I shall always remember Fay's bow legs sprinting down the road with three men after him, and how we kids laughed at the whole proceeding.
*Foxy Mormor! (and that aside is all mine)