Painted Into a Corner: Workin’ With T. Weller and Uncle Buck

Daddy has been a lifelong carpenter, and I basically grew up in the business, with him dragging me to the jobsites on school vacations and weekends beginning when I was around nine or ten. I started out just picking up scrap lumber and cleaning up around the site, but by age twelve he had me doing “a man’s work” with him. Luckily, he also paid me wages accordingly, so I had plenty of spending money.

Many, many characters worked with Daddy through the years. For a while Daddy worked with a legendary (and infamous) mountain man named Larry Whitmire. Larry was a true character, quick to laugh and one of the best pranksters who ever lived. We deer hunted with Larry and his buddies, and it was definitely an experience. A big guy with a long beard and shoulder length hair, Larry looked the part of a mountain man, and usually kept a Ruger .44 Magnum revolver within reach. I remember him once shooting his television with it due to a poor reception. Of course, he also once used the front bumper winch of his truck to winch the truck up into a tree just to see if it could be done, so the television incident was fairly tame.

Another guy who worked with Daddy and Larry was a character named Rodney Henslee. He looked like a Lynyrd Skynyrd roadie and drove a vomit green AMC Gremlin, but he had a heart of gold, occasionally taking me on motorcycle rides at breakneck speeds on gravel roads on his CB750.

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I was born and reared in Southern Appalachia. Specifically in Rabun County, Georgia. My Daddy’s side of the family has been in Rabun County since at least 1830, and one branch of Mama’s family has been in the area prior to the formation of the county.

I grew up during the 1970s and ‘80s, a period when many of the “old timers” were still around and remembered their childhoods. I have an interview with Paw Paw (Daddy’s father), in which he reminisced about seeing the first automobile to ever come through Tiger, Georgia.

I’ve always had a love of reading, learning, and history. I suppose I officially became a historian (Yes, “a” historian. I’m neither British, nor a self-important elitist.) in second grade. The Foxfire program was at its peak during that time. Students from the program came to our class, put on a presentation regarding the importance of preserving our oral history, and sent us home to record an interview. I interviewed Paw Paw in Spring 1980. I’ve never stopped. Since then I’ve interviewed every old-timer I could find in the area. Most of them were never interviewed by the Foxfire students. Most of them are gone now, and many of their stories are gone with them.

I am a lifelong writer. While reading Revenuers and Moonshiners by Wilbur Miller   during my graduate school years I stumbled on secondary source references to letters compiled by the Internal Revenue Commissioner from the late 1870s and early 1880s. Since I wanted to use information from these in my Master’s thesis, I tracked down copies of the original letters. What a treasure trove of information! A full blown war against the moonshiners was waged in North Georgia and the Carolinas by the federal government. Some of the accounts by the deputy collectors in the field are amazing. I’ve decided to write a trilogy of action/historical novels about the fight. —– I plan to release chapters from the first book here, as well as recount anecdotes from the historical letters.

Daddy is also still with us. At 75 years old, he is now the old timer of moonshining lore, sad as it is to think about his mortality. While he has lived a mostly respectable life, he was an infamous moonshiner back in the day. Most of his family is another story. To call them rogues and criminals would be an understatement. I’ve recorded close to a dozen interviews with him through the decades. That said, every week he tells me a new story that I’ve never heard before. Thanks to modern technology, I’m going to start video recording new interviews with him, especially trying to get new stories unrecorded elsewhere. The videos will be posted on my YouTube channel, with links to them on this blog. Daddy is pretty weak, so each installment will be fairly short.

This blog isn’t going to be simply a collection of oral histories, but will chronicle modern Appalchian life. There will be essays regarding growing up in the area, stories and recollections of the older generation, as well as some travel writing about the area. You might see articles about mountain biking, trail running, or Jeep explorations in Southern Appalachia. Possibly even farming, gardening, and woodworking stories. Generally whatever strikes my fancy and shares my love of all things from life in Southern Appalachia.