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Aunt Maggie was able to make her likker for her whole life...learning the trade from her father...well into her 90s without being caught because she was smart.
If you showed up at her door, inquiring about "Apple/Peach Pie" and she didn't know you, she'd ask: "Who's your daddy, boy?" If it was a name that she knew, she'd make vague inquiries about your family. "Oh, yeah. I know him. Whatever happened to your uncle so-and-so?" Or: "Didn't your cousin marry that nice little Bobby Sue Miller? Can't remember what her daddy's name was."
If you didn't give the right answers...and she always knew the right answers...you didn't get what you came for. Instead, you'd get a slice of apple or peach pie and a cup of coffee...and when you'd finished, she'd smile and say: "Well, honey...now you've had your pie. I've got chores to tend to, so maybe you'd better go. Sure was nice visitin' and say hello to your mama for me."
Hit this link:
http://www.blogofdeath.com/2005/12/08/maggie-bailey/