Breath our scents, walk our landscape, hear our melodic dialects, delight in our savory morsels, touch each rich texture, and the southern essence remains a mystery. The ethereal south, unfathomable to the five senses, lives in the heart. If you believe in magic, and can survive the devastating passions of an open heart, just possibly, you stand a chance of living a moment as a southerner. Most people aren't brave enough to be southerners, even the ones that are.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

This Year in Passing

Passing from beneath the Carolina moon this year, among others of little note, Mr. Popcorn Sutton.

(c) 2004 Melody Ko from North Carolina 24/7
Billed as the last living authority on Moonshine (he wasn't), he was none the less a folk hero to tourists and public television documentarist. Popcorn was truly a moonshiner and bootlegger (the two are different but related professions), but he'll hardly be the last. There'll probably never be another moonshiner with the personality of Popcorn Sutton, and that's maybe not necessarily a bad thing. But, As long as there is corn, yeast, cane sugar, and spring water, there'll be moonshine; Carolina moonshine.

Behind every mason jar of shine there's a moonshiner. There were a few "cookers" in my own family tree. From what I remember of family stories told winter evenings around the fire place, I don't think any of them could curse like Mr. Sutton. It's been said that his normal conversation would out curse a full battleship of sailors. And, I know none of my ancestral delegation to the mountain medicinal industry ever made a public spectacle of themselves like Mr. Sutton did.

Popcorn did make for a colorful character though, and through that, I suppose he enriched our cultural heritage. Maybe enriched is too strong a word. Embellished I think would be more proper. He often referred to his strongest shine as "five fights a pint". Yep. I think embellished is a good proper word. Popcorn Sutton embellished our cultural heritage, and did a pretty good job of embellishing his own existence.

Anyway. Here's to you Popcorn! May he rest in peace, in that special spot that he picked out himself, which may or may not be here beneath the Carolina moon. That's for Popcorn to know and the remainder of us to wonder about.

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