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I was raised in South Carolina, Greenville County,
Glassey Mountain Township School District No. 141, in the
edge of what people called the “Dark Corner” of South
Carolina. Nobody would claim they lived in the Dark
Corner. We always claimed the Dark Corner was further
on over the mountain.
One time during World War One when the Army Rifle
Range was near Glassey Mountain, there were two officers
riding horse-back coming from Spartanburg to the army
camp which was supposed to be in the Dark Corner. They
met a man and asked him how far it was to the Dark
Corner. The man said about 10 miles. They rode on several
miles - met another man, asked him how far it was to the
Dark Corner. This man said about 10 miles. They rode on
about 5 miles, met the third man - asked him how far it
was to the Dark Corner. This man said about 10 miles. One
of the officers looked at the other and said, “Thank
God we are holding our own”.
The revenue officers used to come to our house and
leave their horses and say they were going over in the
Dark Corner to cut a still. They would be gone all day. I
remember one of the officer's name was Guss Aikens of
Asheville, NC. All the stills then were copper. The officers
would cut holes in the still with a little pick they called a
devil. The people did not like the revenue officers. One
time the officer and the men at a still got in a shooting
scrape and one of the officers got killed. The other officer
went to a man's house and asked him if he would take his
wagon and take the dead man to Greenville. The man
asked the officer how many were killed. They told him
just one. He said, “No, I won't go for just one” - if there
were a load he would go.
Most all the people then made whiskey, they were good
citizens. They thought it was nobody's business i f they made
whiskey. They went to church and were good neighbors.
I remember my father always kept a little whiskey for
medicine. In the spring of the year he would send word
for someone to bring him a little whiskey. They would come
and bring it. My father would swap some potatoes or corn
for the whiskey. The man sometimes would stay for dinner.