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Out by the still One summer in the 40s when I was 10 and growing up in Morganton, my older sister, a friend and I decided to have a picnic. We gathered our food and a table cloth and went beyond the pasture by the creek. We came upon a huge flat rock and spread the cloth and food and sat on the rock to eat our lunch. We covered the food and followed the creek until we saw something strange in the distance. As we came closer, we realized it was a moonshine still, though we’d never seen one. We ran home and told Daddy about the still. The owners sent word to him to be quiet; they were moving the still. Someone had seen us! Before my sister died I asked her if she remembered the picnic. She replied, “I certainly do!” Lucille B. Phelps, Windsor | Roanoke Electric Cooperative |
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