Worm Fiddlers are Making Good in Valley Area

Posted by Dave Tabler | July 20, 2016

The Florence [AL] Times Daily
Jul 23, 1937

Hartselle, July 27— Get out your “Stradivarius” and come to the Tennessee Valley and join the worm fiddlers.

A new industry has sprung up in the Joe Wheeler Lake area where numerous followers of Izaak Walton spend their time fishing in the fisherman’s paradise created by the TVA. The new business is “worm fiddling” and the North Alabama worm fiddlers eagerly watch for the worm market quotation each morning.

A few days ago worms were selling for as high as $12 per gallon but so many people have entered the highly profitable business and flooded the market that the price has dropped to $4.

Worm grunting, worm charming, worm fiddling

Worm grunting, worm charming, or worm fiddling.

E.J. Giers, of Valhermosa Springs, one of Morgan county’s best worm fiddlers, explains the fiddling business this way: You take a smooth, seasoned stick about two feet long and drive it into the ground under a beech tree or in some moist, rich place. Then you take a small flat stone and rub it back and forth across the top of the stick. This causes the ground to vibrate and the worms will rush to the top of the ground. All you have to do is pick them up.

When you think you have exhausted the supply of worms, move your stick to another spot and start fiddling again. A gallon of worms per hour is considered a good harvest. Some fiddlers use two sticks and stretch a wire between, then rub the stone across the wire.

The modern Neros are divided in their opinion as to why the worms come out of the ground. Some believe the vibration gives the worms an electric shock and some claim that the worms think the noise is thunder and come out as they naturally do when it rains.

Each day new fiddlers appear on the streets of Tennessee Valley towns with buckets of worms to sell. Frequently crowds gather to hear the fiddlers tell their modes of fiddling and lively arguments ensue as to the best and most prolific methods.

Some successful fiddlers declare there are different species of fiddle worms and that they require various types of fiddling and that you can’t fool the worms. A man in the worm business must be an accomplished fiddler.

A minister living near Hartselle, who is a master fiddler, points out that worm fiddling is an ancient custom and is even mentioned in the Bible.

Whatever the past has been and whatever the future of the fiddle worm industry, may be it has certainly solved the unemployment situation in the Tennessee Valley for the time being.

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  • Thanks for the post. Some friends and I actually tried this back when we were kids. It took a while but it did work. I think we called “grunting” for worms.

  • john shelton says:

    Done some myself growing up in Fabius, AL on the north end of Sand Mountain. Boots Barnett taught me how.

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Defendant is amused at the plaintiff’s charges that he was not in love with her

Posted by Dave Tabler | July 19, 2016

From the divorce case between Walter E. McDaniels and Anna C. McDaniels, Knox County [TN] Fourth Circuit Court, filed July 1926

HIM: “Plaintiff met defendant in Philadelphia while stationed there and defendant became seemingly, and very sincerely in love or infatuated with plaintiff. Shortly after meeting defendant at Philadelphia, he was transferred to Norfolk, VA, his home station, and defendant, without the knowledge of plaintiff, followed him to Norfolk.

“Plaintiff was not in love with defendant, to the extent of considering a marriage with defendant, as defendant was of a foreign nativity to wit; an Italian, but she was so persistent in her intercessions to induce plaintiff to marry her, that plaintiff in a moment of weakness, he consummated the contract and married her, though sincerely and truthfully plaintiff was not in love with defendant, but after he had married her he determined to treat her right and perhaps would learn to love her, and brought her home to Knoxville, TN and after plaintiff brought her home to his mother’s home where he had always lived with his mother, sisters and bros.

“Soon after he brought her home, she began to exhibit that defiant spirit, as dictatorial as old man Musselino himself; she became a demon and devil incarnate, and without any just excuse or case, she made the life of not only the plaintiff, but all the family a hell on earth and kept the entire family in a constant uproar all the time, and never spoke a kind word all the time, and she became so violent, that she assaulted plaintiff every time he came into the home.

“Defendant believed in ruling by brute force, and demonstrated her belief by often assaulting plaintiff, without any just excuse or case. Plaintiff has had to leave home on various occasions in order to prevent defendant from doing him great bodily harm, threatening to kill him and has chased him on the streets when she would fly into a fit of anger, and he believes that she would have killed him if he had not gotten away from her.

“On more occasions than one, she threatened to poison him, and on one occasion she threw a knife at him, and stuck the knife in his leg. And said she intended to kill him, and said that if she did not get to poison him she would stab him through the heart, when he was asleep.

“Plaintiff knew that she meant to kill him or do him some great bodily harm, and was forced to leave home, her conduct was so cruel and inhuman toward him, that it is not safe to long cohabit with her and be under her dominion and control. Plaintiff was forced to again enlist in the US Navy to protect himself.

“She shows plainly that she is an Italian, is possessed of a wicked and malignant heart and that she is fatally bent on mischief, and is unforgiving like most of foreigners.”

troubled coupleHER: “It is true that she and the plaintiff were married in North Carolina in December 1924, and that they came to Knoxville to live in February 1925, at which time the defendant came to the home of the plaintiff’s parents where she lived until conditions became intolerable there.

“At the time she came to the home of her Mother-in-law she had been in Norfolk, VA and at that time the plaintiff transferred from land duty to sea duty as a sailor in the Navy and went to sea, leaving the defendant in destitute circumstances and taking the last money from here that she had, and left this defendant absolutely penniless.

“This defendant’s Mother-in-law, who is Mrs. Estella McDaniel of Knoxville, sent this defendant the sum of twenty dollars to come to her home in Knoxville and out of this sum, the defendant paid her room rent and board bill in Norfolk and came to Knoxville on the balance. It is true that the plaintiff and this defendant met in Philadelphia, the plaintiff then being a sailor in the US Navy.

“This defendant is amused at the plaintiff’s charges that he was not in love with her and that she was in love or infatuated with him and made violent love to him and inveigled or induced him in a moment of weakness to marry her. These charges are absolutely false and untrue.

“As a matter of fact, this defendant at that time was but an eighteen year old girl, and the plaintiff was a man six years older than herself and as he says in his bill, a man schooled in the ways of the world, having sailed the seven seas and well able to take care of himself, being a man of average intelligence.

“These charges in his bill are a reflection upon himself rather than upon this defendant, but the defendant deems it proper to state the facts because said charges as well as all other charges in his bill are wicked and untrue. Walter E. McDaniels took the initiative in this courtship, and was a most persistent and effective lover, and proposed marriage and urged the same for a long time before this defendant consented thereto.

“She did go to Norfolk VA after he had transferred to that point from Philadelphia, but went at his insistence and request and at his expense, he coming from Norfolk to Philadelphia to get her, and took her back to Norfolk with him.

“Plaintiff says he was never in love with this defendant; if that is true he married her under the grossest misrepresentation because she was in love with him at that time, her affections having been won by his persistent favors and attentions and promises, and the only consideration of this marriage was that of what she deemed an honorable love.”

Source: Volunteer Voices/Digital Library Center/University of Tennessee/Knox County Archives/ Knox County Fourth Circuit Court/http://idserver.utk.edu/?id=200700000001595/

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We thought a switch was good for everything but the toothache — part 2

Posted by Dave Tabler | July 18, 2016

So everything went along pretty calm, until Thursday of the third week. It clouded up to rain; the thunder cracked and the lightning flashed. Afternoon recess came and we were going strictly on schedule: afternoon recess at two-thirty. I heard those wagons coming up the road and I saw these big girls: one of them was Mr. Taylor’s girl and the other one was named Annie. And they giggled at each other, and shook their skirts and yonder they went through the woods to those wagon drivers.

I built up a pretty good head of steam after I pitched one inning for the ball team; I went and rang the bell. No girls appeared. The other children: “Miz Graham, didn’t we have our fifteen minutes play period?”

I said, “No, we’re going to have eight minutes of it the next pretty day. We have to get our lessons over with now, because it looks like it’s going to rain and get the river up and wash away all of the footlogs. We have to hurry and get home before it rains. We have to have spelling.”

So I marched the little children in and I had Fourth Grade spelling and we corrected the papers. No girls appeared. Fifth Grade spelling; no girls appeared. Then it was time for Seventh Grade, and they were Seventh Grade spellers, because I didn’t have any Sixth Grade. Here they came in, just a struttin’ and a giggling, and a shaking their skirts and a laughing and twisting.

I said, “Where have you girls been?”

“Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh.”

I said, “Look a here, didn’t I tell you not to leave this schoolground without permission?”

“Huh, I go where I please, when I please, and Pappy don’t allow no schoolteachers to scold me.”

Boy, believe you me, they’d just as well have lit that chip on my shoulder right then. I grabbed one of those dogwood switches and I went for her and I cut her shirtwaist on the bias. I don’t know how I did it; but the switch did it. I was putting every bit of pep I had…now if those two girls had double-teamed on me they could have probably pitched me out of there. Maybe, I don’t know. But, I whipped that girl.

one-room NC school house, 1903Rural One-Room School, P. R. Young and pupils, Transylvania County, NC, 1903, right half of photo.

I just kept saying, “Sit down, sit down, sit down,” like a needle in a broken record of a phonograph, “sit down, sit down.” When I wore out one switch, the little children began running under the benches and trying to hide, because pieces of that switch were flying all over that room.

I reached for another dogwood switch, and boy, she sat down. I sat down, too. I waited until I could get my voice absolutely calm before I opened my mouth, because at St. Catherine’s we had been taught, besides carrying a book on your head without dropping it, because you walked properly, that if you controlled your voice, you controlled the situation. That you could not control the situation and you should not speak until your voice was absolutely its normal self.

So I sat there about four or five minutes and got calm again. I said, “Now look a here, I told you girls not to go through the woods to meet those wagon drivers, and I’m going to stay up here these five months, and you’re going to obey me, and everybody else is, that comes to this school, and when you don’t, I’m going to give you a whipping, and you’d just as well know it.”

I said, “Annie, come up here.”

“You ain’t a going to whip me like you done her!”

Annie came at me like a piledriver, sideways. She was going to knock me off my feet. I just very gracefully stepped aside and let her just about take the whole end out of that building, because she landed against it with every bit of power she had. All of the power that she had intended for me. She was a great, big, tall albino girl; one of the few albinos that I’ve taught: absolutely white hair, white skin, almost white eyes.

She flew at me like she was going to skin me. I just grabbed her and began to whip her and I repeated the same thing: “Sit down, sit down, sit down,” because all teachers had been taught to treat them alike, and I said the same thing. Well, I didn’t hit her but five licks until she sat down, and that gave me the right to quit.

I said, “All right. Now I want you girls to get ready to write your spelling, but remember that I’m boss here for five months.”

So I gave out spelling, and when I dismissed that school every child cleared out every article that he’d owned that was in that building. Everything went home.

Finally, one little third grader that had charge of the home-made baseball and the home-made ball bat (that was all that we could afford then in the line of athletic equipment) was standing there knocking the ground with that ball bat. “Miss Graham,” he said, “you know how to shoot. Now, I know you do. I done heard about it. Go over yonder to Mr. Kelly’s where you board and get your gun. Champ Taylor will be down here directly and he’ll want to cut you up with that old hawkbill knife of his, and the thing to do is to kill him.”

Story continues here (go to p. 48)

Daintry Allison
(b. 1896 in Old Fort, NC)
Interviewed July 24, 1975
Southern Highlands Research Center
Louis D. Silveri Oral History Collection,
D. H. Ramsey Library Special Collections,
University of North Carolina at Asheville

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We thought a switch was good for everything but the toothache, then, and we didn’t hesitate to use them

Posted by Dave Tabler | July 15, 2016

Part 1 of 2

Five miles out from Old Fort, up near Catawba Falls; that was my first school. No teacher ever stayed there five months. Usually, they’d stay five or six weeks.

All right. The regulations were that your dress had to come down to your ankle bone. That’s what you had to wear while you taught. I made me three of those happy little items, and I wore them in time of school just like stage clothes, and then when I got out of there and went over to my boarding place, I put on my regular clothes, which barely covered my knee caps, and I dressed like I was clothed and in my right mind.

There was one man in there that tore up the school every year. People put a chip on my shoulder and they just as well put a rich pine on there when I first went in there. “Don’t you talk to his children.”

Now I’m not going to call that man’s name. I’m going to call him Champ Taylor, because that wasn’t his name. “Don’t you scold Champ Taylor’s children. You be good to them. Kinda pet ‘em along. Maybe he’ll let you stay the five months. We like you; we like this school. We don’t want you to have to go away.”

“Well, what does Champ Taylor do to the other teachers?”

“He comes with his old hawk bill knife and makes them run back to Old Fort, and they have to get out of here. Why, that there man last year, the last time they sent a man in this school he was the third teacher they’d sent, and he had to leave his suitcase back there in my back bedroom where he boarded here, and leave out of here and have the man that runs the river barn in Old Fort come back up here and get it; Champ Taylor had him on the go.”

They said, “He had to run out of here in the dark.”

rural one-room NC school, 1903Rural One-Room School, P. R. Young and pupils, Transylvania County, NC, 1903, left half of photo.

And people would say to me, “Miss Graham, when Champ Taylor gets after you, air you gonna run? Watcha gonna do? He don’t let no teacher say in here no length of time.”

I said, “Oh, I don’t know. I’m no good at running. Maybe I’ll have to wait and see what I’ll do. I just don’t know, but I’ll meet that situation when it comes.”

Right up the road above the school house there was a sawmill. The year before that, four of the bigger girls had got pregnant with illegitimate children, supposedly by those wagon drivers that were comers and goers, and they were driving wagons out of there to haul that lumber to Old Fort for sale, for shipping on the railroad.

I laid the law down the first day of school. I said, “Now, let me tell you: nobody’s going off of this schoolground after you get here until time to go home. You’ve got to wait until three-thirty before you leave here. Nobody is going to that road to talk to these old wagon drivers, and if you do, I’ll thrash you.”

We thought a switch was good for everything but the toothache, then, and we didn’t hesitate to use them. I had three, already dried, that my Committeemen furnished me, and put them up in the schoolroom; up in one corner. They were dogwood. So we weren’t “Woodman spare that tree” people then. Things went along calmly.

Teachers had to spend one night in every home that sent them children. I wondered what I’d do when it came to going to Champ Taylor’s, but I figured that if that was part of the prescription, I’d take it. So I began to visit every Tuesday night and every Thursday night, but mostly on Tuesday night, because on Monday I walked up there from Old Fort, and on Friday I walked back home those five miles after teaching all day, so visiting was confined mostly to Tuesday and Wednesday nights.

I divided it up and made my list, so that the children knew when I was coming to each home. They kept saying, “Are you going to Peachy Carson’s house?” That’s another name I’ve changed. “Teachers never did go up to Peachy Carson’s. They don’t stay here long enough to get up there. Peachy lives in the very last house, way up Carson’s Flats.

Peachy, by the way, had a beautiful peaches complexion. One of the most lovely that I ever saw, but here hands were terrible. She hoed. She had the awfullest corns on her hands. They felt like somebody’s that played golf eighteen rounds every two hours.

But Peachy could pick up a hundred pounds of cottonseed meal and just toss it into a wagon as easy as I could pick up ten pounds of sugar. Peachy’s house was way back. Well, I didn’t know whether I was going to get to Peachy’s house or not, but I firmly resolved that I’d go there, and I left it for next to the last place. Champ Taylor’s was the last place on my list. I was going there last of all.

End of part 1
Continues tomorrow

Daintry Allison
(b. 1896 in Old Fort, NC)
Interviewed July 24, 1975
Southern Highlands Research Center
Louis D. Silveri Oral History Collection,
D. H. Ramsey Library Special Collections,
University of North Carolina at Asheville

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The Walls of Jericho

Posted by Dave Tabler | July 14, 2016

Jackson County, AL has the highest concentration of caves, springs and sinkholes of any county in the United States. Tucked in among the Paint Rock River watershed’s underground splendor is one of Appalachia’s most magnificent canyons, a 150-foot-wide bowl-shaped natural amphitheater that sits between 200-foot-tall limestone walls.

The “Walls of Jericho” gets its name, according to local legend, from a traveling minister who found it in the late 1800s and declared it needed a biblical name to properly describe its splendor.

Walls of Jericho, Alabama

John Robert Kennamer, Sr. (1873-1952), whose father owned most of the land upon which the town of Paint Rock, AL was built, does mention the presence of Methodist and Baptist circuit riders in the area in his 1935 “History of Jackson County, Alabama,” but he doesn’t comment at all on the naming of the Walls.

“It is said David Crockett left his name on a tree in upper Paint Rock Valley,” Kennamer goes on to note, “but he has left no record of his impression as he stood upon some lofty hill-top in the wilds that later became Jackson County.”

Crockett briefly mentions his hunting activities in the area in his “A narrative of the life of David Crockett” (1834), but is silent on whether he encountered the Walls formation:

“We worked on for some years, renting ground, and paying high rent, until I found it wan’t the thing it was cracked up to be ; and that I couldn’t make a fortune at it just at all. So I concluded to quit it, and cut out for some new country.

“In this time we had two sons, and I found I was better at increasing my family than my fortune. It was therefore the more necessary that I should hunt some better place to get along; and as I knowed I would have to move at some time, I thought it was better to do it before my family got too large, that I might have less to carry.

“The Duck and Elk River country was just beginning to settle, and I determined to try that.

“I had now one old horse, and a couple of two year old colts. They were both broke to the halter, and my father-in-law proposed, that, if I went, he would go with me, and take one horse to help me move.

“So we all fixed up, and I packed my two colts with as many of my things as they could bear ; and away we went across the mountains.

“We got on well enough, and arrived safely in Lincoln County, on the head of the Mulberry fork of Elk River. I found this a very rich country, and so new, that game, of different sorts, was very plenty. It was here that I began to distinguish myself as a hunter, and to lay the foundation for all my future greatness ; but mighty little did I know of what sort it was going to be.

“Of deer and smaller game I killed abundance; but the bear had been much hunted in those parts before, and were not so plenty as I could have wished. I lived here in the years 1809 and ‘10, to the best of my recollection, and then I moved to Franklin County, and settled on Bean’s Creek, where I remained till after the close of the last war.”

The upper Paint Rock River watershed, including the Walls of Jericho area, is part of a 60,000-acre tract once owned by Texas oil baron Henry Lee Carter. When he died in 1977, the Walls of Jericho were sold and closed to visitors. For the next 26 years, it was a wood source for a paper company, and a hunting preserve.

The area is one of the few intact large functional landscapes remaining in the Southeast, with the highest diversity of subterranean invertebrates in the world. It is home to 100 species of fish and about 45 mussel species. Two of the mussel species (pale lilliput and Alabama lampmussel) are found nowhere else in the world, and one fish species (palezone shiner) is confined to the Paint Rock River and one stream in Kentucky.

Three globally imperiled fish (sawfin shiner, blotchside logperch and snail darter) occur in the Paint Rock River.

This area is also the epicenter of the rare Tennessee cave salamander and is an important habitat for migratory songbirds such as the endangered Cerulean Warbler.

Plant loving hikers who decide to tackle the descent along the canyon rim into the Walls of Jericho will be rewarded with the sight of lobelia, maple-leaf viburnum, snake root, horsemint and strawberry bush, more colorfully called hearts bursting with love.

Alabamians will rarely encounter the wild columbine, seen popping out of cracks in the limestone rocks at Jericho– Monte Sano Mountain and Desoto State Park are the only other locations it can be found in the state.

The Nature Conservancy bought 21,000 acres of the Paint Rock River watershed in 2003, and then sold 12,500 acres to State of Alabama’s Forever Wild Land Trust for $9.4 million in 2004, so it could prepare it for public access, as part of its mandate to acquire land for public use.

The entire tract of land is comprised of 21,453 acres-12,510 acres in Alabama and 8,943 acres in Tennessee. The only public access to the land is in Jackson County, AL. A new 12 mile trail is tentatively schedule to open in the fall of 2013, expanding future opportunities to enjoy the tract’s many features.

sources: http://www.nature.org/success/jericho.html



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