Somehow I missed out on the cannin and my brothers never tried shinin, that is, far as I know.
Growing up we would hear a fre gun shots up in the mountain. My grandma would get us in the house in a flash. She said the revenuers have been spotted. Sure enough, in a bit we would see a car or two go up the mountain. That was some good times.
Now I still run my legit business making draperies. Don't drink or smoke.
And I don't need to make shine to live either.I just know how.So does my son. I play the pipes. My dad the fiddle.
You are lucky to grow up in those old times. I know the are likely gone now too.
Everybody is spread out all over the place.
But the blood runs true, and its Highland.
No matter where we come to, it is a blessing.
I bet your granma was quite the lady!
I still like a lick of shine once in a while.
Brings back old memories.