As told by my dad on Facebook September 28, 2018 on Facebook:
My mushroom hunting mentor was Potia Curyk Wanciak, a Polish Babushka lady born in Poland in 1890. She had 10 children, and her youngest, Dorothy, married my Uncle Sonny Healey. She and her husband, Joe, ran a grocery store in Seymour. My Grandfather Harry sold Joe a lot next to the Bungay farmhouse so they could raise vegetables to sell in their store. Potia, Mrs. Wanciak to us 8- to-10-years-old boys, picked wild mushrooms on our farm. She wore a babushka and carried a "peach" basket (half a bushel) lined with newspaper and an old paring knife. She only picked 3 kinds: Milkies, Pinkies, and Spongies. She made mushroom soup and dried a bunch threaded on long strings. Mushrooms can be dangerous so I have studied beyond my early apprenticeship in my natural proclivity to learn about the old ways. The mushrooms under recent discussion are Inky Caps (or Coprinus atramentarius). They are edible, but I did not know at the time that "some people experience a peculiar type of intoxication from eating this species and afterward drinking an alcoholic beverage." I guess that made it a wine booster! To me the effect is like the hot flushed feeling after getting a sunburn. Not a get high substance. I am therefore innocent, innocent I say. So don't fall for any political con job aimed at getting revenge for the Clinton's.
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