Moonshine. Corn liquor. Corn whiskey. Mountain dew. Rotgut. White lightning. "The Recipe" for fans of The Walton's TV show. 😉 No matter what it's called, it's all the same stuff.
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Why am I blogging about moonshine, you might wonder? Because I'm an author of historical fiction set in Tennessee, and yep...you guessed it! Moonshine makes an appearance in my new book (set to release Summer 2023!). And since I had to do a little digging into the making and distributing of moonshine back in the day for one of my secondary characters ---the hero/heroine are NOT moonshiners! Ha!--I thought I'd share some of my research with you.
The term "moonshine" has actually been around since the 15th century and was in use to refer to alcohol in England in the 18th century. (That fun fact surprised me! Did it surprise you?) Moonshine's American roots can be traced all the way back to the pioneers who settled in the Appalachian mountains of western Pennsylvania in the 1700s. Some current-day 'shiners are proud of their family trees that include the names of the original Scotsmen who are believed to be the first to distill corn liquor in the United States.
One interesting thing I learned was that "bootleggers" and "moonshiners" are not always the same people. Moonshiners are the folks who make the stuff, usually in a well-hidden still, tucked far back in the mountains and hollers. Bootleggers are the guys (and some gals) who smuggled the illegal liquor out of the hills and into communities.
Moonshiners were among the early settlers of Tennessee. The dense forests and vast smoky mountains were a perfect location to continue making the liquor. Four distilleries that began in those early years of the state's history are still in business!
- Ole Smoky Moonshine where they use a 100-year-old secret recipe!
- Bootleggers Distillery, carrying on the Miller family tradition since the 1600s!
- Doc Collier Moonshine, named after Doc Collier who sold his rotgut in the backroom of his mercantile!
- Old Forge Distillery whose founders settled on the Little Pigeon river so they'd have plenty of water for their moonshine!
How are these moonshiners able to run legitimate businesses today?
In 2009, the Tennessee government loosened liquor production laws, allowing moonshiners to move their stills from the backwoods to legitimate tasting rooms. Now, the legal high-proof spirit is big business with the number of distilleries in the state growing to more than 30.
|Smith Creek Moonshine store;
I must say, I was a little shocked to see a store selling moonshine at the mall when we first moved to Tennessee in 2017! There are dozens and dozens of flavors--almost as many as Sonic has for their slushes! We've been given jars of homemade moonshine for Christmas, birthdays, and just because! Ha! I'm not fond of the stuff, but that's just me.
So there's your lesson on moonshine! 😂
Your turn...and don't feel obligated to answer since this is a public blog! Have you ever tried moonshine? What'd ya think?
Michelle Shocklee is the author of several historical novels, including Under the Tulip Tree, a Christy Awards and Selah Awards finalist. Her work has been included in numerous Chicken Soup for the Soul books, magazines, and blogs. Married to her college sweetheart and the mother of two grown sons, she makes her home in Tennessee, not far from the historical sites she writes about. Visit her online at www.MichelleShocklee.com
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