Back after WWII, when my grandpa got back from the war, he purchased a hunting cabin and each season would go hunting with family and friends, this was probably early 1950's (50,51,52). Some of the local hunters in the area, made there own alcohol, primarily because there wasn't a lot of money in those days I guess.
Well, every Christmas, my grandma would make 'slush' for the family. For whatever reason, I guess grandma thought they didn't have all that much whiskey in the house to make the slush and decided to use 'shine. I guess she wasn't sure how strong it was, wasn't very knowledgable about the stuff, and put in 'extra' because it wasn't the brown whiskey she would see (family didn't drink much, but grandad usually had some whiskey for special occasions, otherwise cheap beer).
Well, friends and family from the neighborhood were gathered at there house playing cards and telling tall tales...and from the stories I am told to this day everyone was having a good time.

Grandma didn't drink and when someone's cup got empty she went to the kitchen and got more slush.
It wasn't until my grandad went to use the restroom that he realized he couldn't really feel anything...his legs, etc., and it was hard to walk!
He goes 'grandma, what did you put in the slush?!?! Oh, Pa, I just put in those two jars of shine you brought home from the folks at deer camp...
