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Friday, February 3, 2012

LIARS BENCH ON FEB. 16TH AND 23RD AT MOUNTAIN HERITAGE CENTER.




FOLKS, AS MANY OF YOU KNOW, WE HAVE BEEN PROVIDING LIARS BENCH PERFORMANCES FREE OF CHARGE. WE PAY THE PERFORMERS BY PASSING THE HAT. WE HAVE DECIDED TO TAKE A CHANCE AND CHARGE ADMISSION ($10) FOR THE FEBRUARY PERFORMANCES (TWO OF THEM) IN ORDER THAT WE CAN PAY A MODEST FEE TO PERFORMERS AND PERHAPS HAVE A BIT OF MONEY TO DEVELOP FUTURE SHOWS. THE NEXT SHOW WILL INCLUDE A ONE-ACT PLAY....."COY" WHICH I WROTE ALMOST 20 YEARS AGO. THE REGULARS WILL BE ON HAND....LLOYD ARNEACH, PAUL IARUSSI, WILLIAM RITTER, BARBARA DUNCAN AND ERIC YOUNG (AND THE YOUNG'NS.
HOPE TO SEE YOU THERE.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011


Witches on the Road Tonight by Sheri Holman
New York: Atlantic Monthly Press - 2011
$24.00 - 263 pages

She slips out of her skin from time to time,
leaving it hanging on a peg in her bedroom
while she disappears through the keyhole.
page 21.

When I was a teenager, I became addicted to a late-night horror movie host named Bestoink Dooley. Based in Atlanta, Bistoink came on at midnight, and I can still see his stark-white face and his silly grin, complete with bloody fangs as he crawled out of his coffin and lurched toward the camera. Interspersed between adds for used car lots and factory-rebate furniture, Bistoink and his assistant, a Vampirella clone, sang, delivered bad puns about graves and ghouls, and hosted a black-and-white horror film - things like “The Mummy’s Curse” and “Cat People.” I was addicted to Bestoink Dooley, and I have no sensible explanation for my steadfast loyalty. Eventually, I learned that there was someone like Bistoink on every major television station in American during the 1950’s and 1970’s. Many of them had clubs, membership cards and autographed photos.

One of the major characters in Witches on the Road Tonight is Eddie Alley, better known as Captain Casket. At one time, Captain Casket had hosted a popular midnight show, complete with a theme-song that bore more than a passing resemblance to Disney’s Mouseketeers:

Who’s the digger of the grave
For you, and you and me?
C-A-P
T-A-N
C-A-S-K-T

It is all innocuous fun, of course, but Captain Casket’s show has been cancelled and now, his alter-ego, Eddie Alley has decided to chuck it all. He has swallowed a mega-dose of sleeping pills, and as he lies in his old prop coffin in his New York apartment, he muses on his life, his loves, his tragic mistakes and Wallis, his famous daughter, who is the celebrity anchor of a major TV news channel. The mistake he doesn’t want to remember is the boy named Jasper. As Eddie dozes, remembering his life in fits and starts, Witches on the Road Tonight occasionally becomes reminiscent of another great pop horror classic, The Late, Great Creature by Brock Brower.

Eddie’s origins are fascinating. Born in a remote cove in the Blue Ridge mountains, Eddie’s mother, Cora Alley, has a reputation as a witch. The local folks tell stories of the men who visited Cora and were never seen again. Eddie tells us that the stories are true and that he has watched his mother through a keyhole in her bedroom door and has seen her strip off her skin, hang it on a peg and fly away through an open window.

A turning point in young Eddie’s life came during WW II when he is struck by the car of two WPA workers, Tucker and Sonia Hayes, who are working on an illustrated book on Appalachia. Eventually, Tucker reveals that he is a frustrated, alcoholic playwright, and Sonia a gifted photographer, is not really Tucker’s wife, but she is pregnant with his child. In an attempt to entertain the injured Eddie, Tucker shows him a film: a thirteen-minute silent version of “Dracula” on a hand-operated projector.

Witches on the Road Tonight is an intricately woven tale with frequent twists that lead the characters in unexpected revelations. Eddie’s chance encounter with Tucker Hayes (and “Dracula”) will provide the prime motivation for Eddie Alley’s decision to find his way to New York where he will find work at a television station where he graduates from a “gofer” to Captain Casket. (Of course, his marriage to the daughter of the station owner help, a bit.)

But what about Cora Alley, who appears to be a gaunt, malnourished mountain woman one day and a vigorous and robust siren the next? Does she truly “ride men” over and through the foggy mountain coves at night? Does she really have a curious rapport with a mountain panther that does her bidding? What happened to Tucker Hayes? Are his bones scattered through the mountain undergrowth, or does he reside in the strange cabin on the crest of a distant (an unapproachable) peak?

Of course, this is not the story of a single witch but three witches: Cora, Eddie and Wallis. The dark powers that Sheri Holman finds in a mountain cove where a woman supports herself by searching for the elusive herb, ginseng also abide in the DNA of the whimsical, bisexual Captain Casket and his frustrated and guilt-ridden daughter who also finds night-time solace with one-night stands.

However, there remains another character: his name is Jasper and he is a homeless waif that shows up at the television station where Captain Casket’s show originates. Remembering his own childhood, Eddie gives Jasper the role of his assistant on his show. Essentially, he rationalizes his action by casting himself as a “father figure” for Jasper. To make matters worse, Wallis is drawn to the troubled young man. Thus begins a conflict that will eventually bring tragic consequences.

At one point in Witches on the Road Tonight, the successful, middle-aged Eddie returns home to his mother’s abandoned dwelling. Eddie has a momentary wish to return and stay, and with the assistance of Jasper and Wallis, he sets about making his mother’s rustic shack a possible home. It doesn’t work, of course. For this witch-boy, there is no going home again.

In addition to producing a compelling tale that blends the supernatural with the unacknowledged darkness in the human heart, Sheri Holman’s novel is packed with tantalizing bits of information about witchcraft, herbs and Appalachian superstitions. I was pleased to learn that a poison oak rash can be avoided by scrubbing your body with jewel weed. (I live in the heart of Appalachia, but I missed that one.) There is also considerable information on the history of ginseng, that marvelous plant that allegedly makes “old guys dangerous again.”

As for the fate of Tucker Hayes, Holman gives you multiple choices, but I think the panther (painter) got him, even though he tried to evade it with the same tactics that Granny Pop used in Cattaloochee. Granny Pop took off her clothes and threw them behind her. Eventually, she ran out of clothes, and so did Tucker.

Friday, October 16, 2009

THE OUTLAW, REDMOND, RAIDS FRANKLIN

"THE PRINCE OF DARK CORNERS" WILL BE IN FRANKLIN, NORTH CAROLINA ON OCTOBER 17TH AT THE TARTAN HALL LOCATED AT 26 CHURCH STREET. CURTAIN IS AT 7:00. TICKETS ARE $8.00.

"PRINCE OF DARK CORNERS" IS A DRAMATIC MONOLOGUE AND THE "HERO" OF THIS DRAMATIC WORK IS MAJOR LEWIS REDMOND, WHO WAS ONCE CONSIDERED THE MOST NOTORIOUS OUTLAW IN THE UNITED STATES. REDMOND DEVELOPED A MOONSHINE OPERATION THAT SPREAD FROM OCONEE COUNTY, SOUTH CAROLINA TO THE MOUNTAINS OF WESTERN NORTH CAROLINA AND NORTH GEORGIA. THE TWO SCENES OF THE PLAY ARE: A JAIL CELL IN ASHEVILLE, NORTH CAROLINA (1881), AND REDMOND'S HOME NEAR SENECA, SOUTH CAROLINA (1906). VIEWED AS A "MOUNTAIN DEGENERATE" BY THE NORTHERN PRESS, REDMOND BECAME A HERO TO BELEAGUERED MOUNTAIN FARMERS WHO WERE UNABLE TO PAY THE EXORBITANT LAND TAXES ON THEIR PROPERTY UNTIL REDMOND PROVIDED THEM WITH A WAY TO PAY THEM - MOONSHINE. THIS PLAY HAS BECOME A PBS FILM AND IS NOW AVAILABLE ON DVD.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

ODE TO MY COUNTY

Although I sometimes wish that the maps of my county had a more beguiling shape -perhaps a bear or a quarter moon - its outline is pretty prosaic (it resembles a porkchop; but marvelous events, mythical and real, noble lives and tragic encounters have occurred within these boundaries. Let's begin with the fantastic.

According to the Cherokees, the witch, Spearfinger once lived on Whiteside mountain where she often stood at night on the high cliffs during raging thunderstorms, brandishing her deadly digit and laughing. The great serpent, Uktena once swam in the Tuckasegee (the marks of his scales are still etched in the river’s rocks). The giant, Judaculla, the “Slant-eyed One,” now sleeps in the Balsams, his flinty, upturned features visible at Pinnacle Rock. A hundred coves and creeks whisper of vanquished water spirits, nunnehi, “little people,” raven-mockers and giant eagles.

Then, there are the “maybe, maybe nots” – Jackson County tales of people, creatures, events and places that live in the twilight realm between reality and myth: a pregnant Nancy Hanks biding farewell to the Enloe farm (somewhere in Jackson/Swain)as she rides away with Tom Lincoln; The ghostly baying of Boney (sometimes called Bonas), the legendary hunting dog that leaped to his death from a cliff near Cashiers; the Tuckasegee “Smoke-hole” that was rumored to have great curative powers – now vanished; the chilling scream of “painters” in Little Canada (They were drawn to houses with new-born babies and lactating mothers.)

Many famous and infamous folks have lived here briefly and then traveled on to other destinies. William Bartram, whom the Cherokees called “flower plucker,” picked strawberries here; the outlaw, Major Lewis Redmond lived for several years at the King Place above Fisher Creek;
Will Holland Thomas built a home near Whittier and, according to oral tradition, buried gold in his pasture; Dr. John R. Brinkley, the “goat-gland-man,” who sold patent medicine on XERA and ran for governor of Kansas, built a summer home above Cullowhee (his name is still inscribed in the rock walls near the road); Charlie Wright, the man who rescued Gus Baty (who fell/jumped) off Whiteside (a feat that earned Charlie a Carnegie medal) was equally famous as the man who courted Kidder Cole, the most beautiful woman in Cashiers Valley - which brings us to Judge Felix Alley, another Jackson County native who not only wrote, Random Thoughts of a Mountaineer but also courted Kidder and when Wright “beat his time,” he wrote a famous square dance piece, “The Ballad of Kidder Cole.” (The lyrics include the line, “Charlie Wright, dang your soul/You done stole my Kidder Cole.”) Kidder later married “Little Doc” Nickols in Sylva.)

Any county history that is not seasoned with a bit of local bloodshed and courtroom drama is likely to be a bland chronicle. My county has a generous helping. In my childhood, I often saw the infamous Nance Dude, trudging the roads near Wilmot with bundles of split kindling on her back; Bayless Henderson, the luckless killer of Nimrod Jarrett was hanged in Webster (2,000 witnesses, four preachers and picnic baskets.) There were mysteries, too. What happed to Frank Allison, the deputy sheriff who joined a foxhunt into the Balsams and never came home. There was also a minister in Glenville who went out one evening to call his cow home – his remains found over 40 years later and his identity verified by his gold watch.

Now, comes a few of our notable people and places. Gertrude Dills McKee, the first female senator for the state of North Carolina, read poetry by candlelight at the Jarrett House when she was a child and grew up to pass legislation that revolutionized education in this state. Robert Lee Madison, who grew up in the home of Robert E. Lee (and once told my 5th grade class about attending Traveler’s midnight funeral); attended (and described) the hanging of Jack Lambert (who was innocent), and founded a little college in Cullowhee that became Western Carolina University. The writer, John Parris, who launched a career when he interviewed a snake-bitten preacher named Albert Teaster and went on to write a series of books about the history and folklore of this region.

Is that all? In actual fact, these people, places and events are but the thin outer shell of my county. Beneath that resides my personal memories and dreams fostered by the Ritz Theater on Saturday; the courtroom of the Jackson County Courthouse where I sat in the balcony with my classmates and watched murder trials as gripping as anything that I witnessed at the Ritz; the music of Harry Cagle and Aunt Samantha Bumgarner; a little lady named Sadie Luck, Sylva’s first librarian who used to say, when I entered, “Gary, I’ve been saving a book for you;” and, finally, the faint echoes of a tannery whistle and (faintly) a song my father played long ago in the Rhodes Cove twilight, “The Raindrop Waltz.”

I think, perhaps the story of my county is just beginning. This is but a small, modest swatch in the gigantic tapestry (or perhaps a few bars of a symphonic musical score that is still being woven/written by countless fingers and voices. Can you hear it? I hear it best at night when I take out my cochlear implant and listen to the rich, dark silence and the unheard sounds around me.

Monday, June 22, 2009

NEAL AND POPCORN SUTTON AT THE COFFEE SHOP

Dear Readers, this is Neal Hutcheson, the guy who filmed "Prince of Dark Corners." He has several others, too, and one of them is "The Last One," that follows Popcorn Sutton through the building, operating and dismantling of a mountain still. (As you can see, it is featured on the counter at the Coffee Shop!) Since Neal was over at Malaprops with a program on "The Last One," he came over and watched movies with me. We caught up on gossip and discussed a dozen outrageous projects that we will never do. Neal is a big fan of The Coffee Shop and the staff. Over the weekend, he told me that he is a little distressed by all of the "Popcorn Mania" that seems to be everywhere. He also told me that he had eleven or twelve hours of unedited film of Popcorn, and he is currently attempting to edit it into a film about the man he knew behind the bushy beard and funky costume. Like Neal, I am also distressed by the amazing number of people who are now "authorities" on Popcorn "and his cultural relevance," the majority of which never met him.

For those of you who may not know, Neal has been making film for a long time for the Humanities Division of North Carolina State University and most of his work can be obtained from Sucker Punch Pictures. I originally met him when he was making a film of the poet, Jonathan Williams. He also has a website: suckerpunchpictures.com/

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Whiteside Mountain, Kidder Cole, Gus Baty and Spearfinger


Dear hearts, I spent last Saturday in Whiteside Cove at the Kidder Cole Festival. That mountain that you see in this photo is frequently the scene of memorable events. The Cherokee witch, Spearfinger, used to stand on the top of Whiteside and shake her fist (and finger) at the sky. She was frequently hit by a lightening bolt, but it didn't do her any serious harm. This is also the mountain that Gus Baty accidentally jumped from (circa 1911). He was trying to impress a girl by jumping close to the edge and miscalculated. Charlie Wright, a noted local hero (who was sparking Kidder Cole, the "most beautiful woman in Cashiers Valley," received the Carnegie medal for going down and retrieving Baty from a ledge where he was hanging with his foot in the fork of a bush. This region is filled with history and legend. The musical group is the famous Queen family who entertained the large crowd with classic pieces like "Mountain Dew" and "Goin' Down That Road Feelin' Bad." I was also on hand to recount some local tall tales. Great food, music and gorgeous scenery.

Monday, May 18, 2009

MEDIA HYPE AND POPCORN SUTTON


Don Dudenbostel/Special to the News Sentinel

Moonshiner Marvin "Popcorn" Sutton talks to Knoxville photographer Don Dudenbostel in March 2007 at his still in Parrottsville. The photograph was made only hours before the still exploded, bring agents of the ATF who found 850 gallons of Popcorn's best.

Friday, May 15, 2009

DRAW UP A CHAIR BY LOUISE HOWE BAILEY

Louise Bailey and Carol Murdock

Tania Battista (far left) as Lyda Mayben.



Pat Greenwald portrays
Louise Bailey (left).



Tom McCain (below) as Gran'dad Owenby
(far right).



Well, kind hearts, I am finally back on this blog. I got myself locked out of it a week ago and had to get help. I've been frustrated since I wanted to talk about the Blue Ridge Book Fair in Hendersonville and all the people that I met there. This blog is still a mess, but I am going ahead with a description of my primary discovery at the first night of the Blue Ridge Book Fair. I'm talking about Louise Howe Bailey, the 94-year-old author who was honored at a reception in Hendersonville at The Cedars. The recognition ceremony opened with a tribute from the noted author, Robert Morgan who has been a life-long friend and admirer of Mrs. Morgan. I intend to devote some space to this lady and will probably include photographs from the Book Fair by many of my friends who took a lot of pictures. (I managed to lose my camera), so I am dependent on people like Carol, Vicki and Rebel Fan.

Louise has spent her life as an "interpreter" of mountain history, culture and language. For us "natives," Bailey's books are a blessing. She not only defines the traditions and speech of those who "live beyond the beaten path," she explores them, and if necessary, defends them. For 23 years, she wrote a marvelous column for Hendersonville's Times-News entitled "Along the Ridges" that is consistently remarkable for its depth, empathy and humor. If I could pick the person who would be entrusted with the job of explaining Appalachia to the rest of the world, I would pick Louise Howe Bailey. Draw Up a Chair is only one of a series of books that contain hundreds of stories about the "lingering pioneer ways" that the author encountered in Henderson County - many of which Louise encountered when she used to ride with her father, Dr. William Bell White Howe, as he tended his patients in remote coves and hillsides.

There is probably nothing more elusive than pure mountain dialect in western North Carolina, but Louise captures it. Indeed, the highlight of the reception for the author was the dramatization of passages from Draw Up a Chair by three actors: Pat Greenwald, who portrayed the author, Tania Battista as Lyda Mayben and Tom McCain as Gran' dad Owenby. This enactment, called "A Louise Bailey Sampler" not only represented two memorable personages from the author's past, but presented them as dramatic monologues that were rich with mountain speech and tradition. Under the direction of Jeannie Gooch, the passages from Draw Up a Chair presented a vivid representation of a vanquished way of life. I loved it, especially since it was a masterful example of the type of "theater" that I try to do with my own work. If only I could do it as well as Louise!

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Milton Higgins and I went down to Easley, South Carolina last week and did "The Prince of Dark Corners" twice. This was our second trip to S. C. with the play. Two years ago, we did two performances down in Pickens to "standing room only" crowds and discovered that the audience contained a generous number of Redmond descendants. Easley/Liberty was no different. One of the peculiar items about Major Redmond's history concerns the fact that he is still a vital part of local folklore in upper South Carolina whereas he has been virtually forgotten in western North Carolina. The week after we were in Easley, South Carolina's PBS station, ETV broadcast Neal Hutcheson's film version of the play on the program, "Southern Lens."

One of the puzzling aspects of Redmond's history is the fact that there is no folklore and/or history about his exploits in North Carolina despite the fact that he lived in both Jackson and Swain counties. In fact, Lewis' sister married a man named King that used to live in the Pinnacle section of Jackson County and Lewis allegedly lived there several years. He also had a cabin that overlooked the Tennessee River in Swain County, and that was where he was living when he was captured. In addition, Lewis' grandfather allegedly lived on the Qualla Indian Boundary, home of the Cherokee Indians.

Since Redmond spent the latter part of his life in South Carolina and his children settled in upper South Carolina, the stories about him are concentrated in Oconee and the surrounding area.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Watch them jugs a-filling in the pale moonlight.

This sprightly little leprechaun is the legendary Marvin "Popcorn" Sutton. He is either a man intent on preserving one of this region's most fascinating (illegal) and neglected customs, or he's shrewd, skilled master of self-promotion. Maybe we should talk about that.

For those of you who do not know who Popcorn Sutton is, or what he has done to attract media attention, Popcorn is a moonshiner and he can't seem to stop. He has been in prison repeatedly since the 1970's, and although he repeatedly promises to not do it again, he does. At the time of his last arrest, he was already on probation and he was caught with an awesome amount of stored, illegal whiskey. Right now, he is serving an 18-month sentence and an impressive number of fans have protested. There are numerous blogs out there sporting "Free Popcorn!" articles (Yeah, there is a pun there), and this bushy-bearded little fellow is becoming a folk hero.

I've surfed around a bit and I am here to tell you, all of the responses to Popcorn aren't favorable. There are folks out there who ponder these photos and shudder. The comments range from Snuffy Smith comparisons to the usual "I didn't know people like this still existed."
I think it might be interesting to see how people respond to this post and Popcorn's continuing story.