Southern Culture Posts
Hidden Stories in Taxidermy: Cocaine Bear
A dead body in someone’s backyard in Tennessee, a plane crash in the North Carolina mountains, a dead bear in Georgia, Waylon Jennings’ house in Las Vegas, and millions of dollars of Colombian blow: Let’s connect the dots.
The Gray Man: 200 Years Later
We are at the end of October, but we have over a month left in the 2022 Atlantic hurricane season. We have already had one major storm with hurricane Ian causing historic damage in Florida. Reports say Ian is the worst hurricane to hit Florida since the 1935 Labor Day hurricane slammed into the Keys with winds…
Southern Spirits: Five Chilling Tales of the Old North State!
Come. Sit. Enjoy five spooky tales from where the land touches the sky to the Queen City.
Each a place of rich history and chilling paranormal activity that you can visit this Halloween season.
Spaghetti: The Scotland County Mummy
When People think of Mummies they think of Egypt or even Peru, but they certainly don’t think of a small town in Eastern North Carolina, but for sixty one years there was a mummy in the town of Laurinburg. In those years man took flight , the world went to war not once, but twice, the first boot prints were left on moon, the Korean conflict and the United States involvement in Vietnam began and ended along with a lot of other historical events and during all that time a small unknown Italian man stood silently in the corner of a funeral home watching it all, the Scotland County mummy observing, but never speaking a silent witness to the history happening all around him. This is the story of Cancetto Farmica.
Forgotten Trees: Paw Paw
Sometimes known as the Hoosier Banana, Kentucky Banana, Indian Banana, or whatever you want to call it, the paw paw is a wonderful, but mostly forgotten, native fruit.
Unexpected Rustic
When Johanna Cheek’s husband built her dream home, she comprised and let one deer head hang on the wall; she never expected to love antlers in her decor!
Some Bars I Have Known
Seldom does one go to a bar to drink; more often, they’re the setting to something else. Pure background. I’ve been fortunate enough to spend my time at a great many different kinds of bars in a great many different places. I’ve been to a place in Alaska that is serving cold beer at 8AM on game…
Bald Head Island
Living in North Carolina my entire life, I am not sure how I spent a lifetime, no more than two hours away from Bald Head Island, and never managed to discover this amazing treasure. It is truly one of North Carolina’s best-kept secrets. It has a look about it that makes you feel you are on an…
Five Facts About North Carolina BBQ
Pulled, Chopped, Whole Hog, Pork Shoulders, Vinegar, or Ketchup Based Sauce, In North Carolina BBQ is King, and these are Five Facts You Need to Know!
The Pig: The Quintessential Southerner
To study the history of the pig in the South, we must start in the rolling pastures of Spain—the dehesa. The dehesa is a combination of grassland and oak savannah found in Spain and Portugal and is known for producing cork and charcoal from the trees as well as the famous fighting bulls from the pastures. But, the most treasured…
Robert Johnson: Hell Hound On My Trail
I love legends and lore and ghostly tales from the Southland, and one of the most prominent spooky Southern legends is the story of how boy from Mississippi became king of the delta blues. Robert Leroy Johnson was born in Hazlehurst, Mississippi, on May 8th, 1911…
Franklin’s Turkey
Legend says that Benjamin Franklin wanted the Wild Turkey as the National Symbol instead of the Bald Eagle, but do you know the real story?
Ghostly Tales : The Bridge
It’s long been said that “the darkest hour is just before the dawn,” and even before these words were first spoken, man has feared the darkness and what it conceals in its shadows. So for a man to have a desire to pursue a creature such as a duck (my chosen species) into the early morning darkness of a swamp, one must have the ability to, at the very least, suppress his fears with the reason that you are more likely to be killed by a snapping turtle falling from a cypress tree, than to be killed by a ghost. But I will never forget the morning that I began thinking that maybe, just maybe, a turtle could climb.
Ghostly Tales Of Big Marsh Swamp Pt.2
The rest of 2013 I did not return to this swamp, I frequently made excuses not to go. But November 2014 the ducks got too thick and once more the itch became too strong. One evening I made up my mind I was going back, but this time not by myself. I called my long-time friend Johnathon to go with me. I was careful to not sound desperate for his company, but I had decided if he did not go I sure as black berry bush has thorns, was not going into that hole alone
The Path to the Farm Or When I Fought The Ghost Naked
The path to the farmhouse was unimpressive, just a gap in the cornfield that disappeared into the stalks. The only thing beyond the usual was the banged up mail box with the Stars and Stripes painted on it, the lid dangling by just one rivet after fending off the relentless attack of nocturnal beer bottles. Those heat seekers of the night were forever launched by the anonymous backhanded gunners who rolled the roads between Black Creek and Lucama…