Moonshining

I talked with my sister tonight. She recalled a story our dad told her right after our mom's mom died. She said my dad remembered when he first started dating my mom and he went with her brothers, uncle Ducky and uncle Bob, to our grandfather's still. He told her the revenuers came and so him and my uncle Bob went to the revenuers' car and pushed it off a bridge, down into the water. She wasn't sure why they did that other than the fact that the revenuers were out on foot searching for the still. Probably to delay them. It still amazes me the things I learn as an adult about my family's "real" life. My grandfather was half Cherokee. I also learned today how the slaves back then were mostly Yoruba when they were sold. This fascinates me. A whole other story than the one I was taught.

My father's father, who died while I was still in my mother's womb, was a sheriff, a gambler, and yes, a moonshiner. And I thought I was "bad"! No wonder I am who I am. Pieces of the past. Made anew. A few years ago, I rid myself of the past. Seeing through new eyes.