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By T. REYNOLDS
JiMimrh Wtfwi 8>iri«l Writer
From the humble blossom considered a blemish by many gardeners, two old Rappahannock friends made many a quart of fine homebrewed wine.
Emily Miller, who died last year, and her dear . frienq Mattie Ball Fletcher,, got together at this time at year to pick, wash and set the yellow flowers to steeping and working in an ingenious brew.
“You’ve got to get them right away, now,” says Mrs. Fletcher. “Last year I waited too long and I woke up one morning and they were all gone.”
Mrs. Fletcher says that town dandelions are all right, but don’t measure up to the quality of the dandelions she used at Thornton Hill. “Emily’s wine was always great, though,” she said, “even though we used the same recipe given to us by Lucille Green.”
Emily’s daughter, Evelyn Willis, tells a story about an old man who lived in back at Mt. Prospect. “He worked here on the farm and he liked dandelion wine a little too much. So in the spring he made a lot and drank a lot.
“Daddy (Emily’s husband, Arthur) asked the storekeepers not to sell him any more sugar as his work had slacked off. Well, that didn’t seem to improve his condition and we wondered where he was getting all
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