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I heard people talk about ‘Jugtown’ from an early age. I went there on short ‘road trips’ from Chatham as a boy but I mostly remember running around outside while my mother and her sisters shopped. (They were perhaps wise to keep this little bull out of the ‘china’ shop) When I graduated from college (the first time) way back in 1980 my parents gifted me a set of reddish-brown dinner plates, bowls, et.al. Being 40+ years back I’ve nothing left to show of that generous and classic present - such things are often wasted on the young but I’m pretty sure those pieces, or most of them, still survive, so durable was their composition. Thrift Shop Treasures, I hope whoever has them knows what they’ve got.

There is a historical connection with the production of jugs in the state that did not come immediately to mind - at least it didn’t automatically occur to me (and it really should have - given my life’s work in two areas). Most of Randolph County’s Jugtowners trace their roots as potters back to the 1700s and in those days their containers were essential for transporting corn made into distilled spirits. Moonshiners and potters were partners up until the Mason Jar gradually replaced the jug in that ‘industry.’

The Jugtowners also have a less known tie to New York City. By the early 20th century traditional ceramics had lost a great deal of its utility but still a flicker of the historic artistry remained. Around 1905 Raleigh artists Jacques and Juliana Royster Busbee were captivated by a plate they found at a flea market and traced its origin to the small town of Seagrove. There they found what survived of the local pottery folk culture. Their North Carolina roots notwithstanding, the Busbees were worldly travelers and split their time living in Raleigh and New York City.

In 1917 Juliana opened ‘The Village Store and Tea Room’ at 60 Washington Square, in the artist hub of Greenwich Village. Bars in those days were not particularly welcoming to women and despite the somewhat high-sounding name, tea rooms were really more of a safe space where women might gather, joined by men, to socialize. The tea might often be spiked and other potent potables were also available. A ‘New York Tribune’ article of July 27, 1919 noted that Busbee’s establishment was rooted in the “habitat of the long-haired men and short-haired women who constitute the race of near-Bohemians known to readers of those lurid tales as ‘Greenwich Villagers.’” This warms my heart.

And so Jugtown met Bohemia and backcountry North Carolina came to the Big Apple through the ingenuity of Raleigh’s Juliana Busbee and soon enough traditional Tar Heel pottery had caught the attention of The Metropolitan Museum and The Smithsonian and the value and beauty of the art took its rightful place alongside other regional folk art.

I’ve wondered often what my mother and her friends saw in the things from Jugtown. I think more than art or design they saw value in the history the objects represented combined in their sturdiness and utility. The stuff from Jugtown ‘Worked.’ Of course they were also ‘pretty.’

#OTD in 1904 Ben Owen was born in Moore County. From a family of potters, Ben teamed with The Busbees at Jugtown (‘23-59) near Seagrove and later his own Plank Road Pottery (‘59-72). The styles created there meshed N.C. and World traditions. Today his grandson Ben III carries on the craft. Master of an Art Form, Potter Ben Owen LINK HERE to current Ben Owen studio w/historic video, narrative, and photographs: History — Ben Owen Pottery
From when we first moved to Chapel Hill in the late ‘60’s, my parents were dedicated pottery buyers.

A.R. Cole in Sanford was a frequent stop. He was only open 1-2 days a month (Saturday mornings my brother and I were sleeping in the back of the station wagon as Cole opened at 6:00 or 7:00 am). People lined up for 2-3 hours before he opened.

Wonderful, functional pottery. My parents still have tons of it - some of my favorites are glazed with Crystal Blue Mistake (a medium brown glaze with black specks). They have a custom punch bowl with a matching ladle and punch cups. It’s red. Hardly ever used. The glaze has A LOT of lead in it.

Lots of mugs, jugs, and teapots from Jugtown.

Somewhere in the late ‘70’s/early ‘80’s my parents mostly stopped buying Seagrove Pottery - the house was full.

In 1991, my former wife and I, on one of our earliest dates, went to Seagrove. Her first thought was “Pottery? Why?”

We lucked out and visited on a day that Wedgewood (the china company) was leading 2 busloads of tourists through Seagrove. This meant the buses stopped at 4-5 different potters; AND, each of those potters invited 8-10 other potters to set up and display (and sell) their wares. So, in 4-5 stops we were able to see 30-50 potters.

What’s still great about Seagrove is that many potters still make functional pottery and NOT art - Tom Gray and Dirtworks are two of my favorites.

Don’t get me wrong - plenty of Seagrove potters make art. Look no further than Ben Owens III, grandson of the great Ben Owens. He makes pieces that sell for hundreds and thousands. Some are 5 or 6 or more feet tall.

Seagrove is worth a trip if you haven’t been there.
 
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Is The South more prone to bloody mayhem? Surely the genre of literature labeled as ‘Southern’ corroborates such speculation. Popular memory likely does too, but that can be an individualized and perhaps deceptive sort of thing I reckon. Sociologists have long pointed to a penchant for violence in the region that has exceeded other parts. No doubt the cruelty of slavery that so permeated these lands for so long and the desperate, dishonest, and bitter legacy of the aftermath, as so many tried so hard to maintain White Supremacist ways as the Ruling Ideas has led to blood spilling normalized.

One once hoped that civilized thinking was the future but at present my Two Cents is that instead of such primal, visceral attitudes fading, they’ve become increasingly less specific to place. Indeed, as The Texas Rockers Z.Z. Top prophesied for good or ill about southernism spreading, “I’m Bad. I’m Nationwide.”

Is that how ‘The South Shall Rise Again” (As if it ever truly rose the first time)? Or is there a southernization of the nation going on around us cloaked in the slogan “Make America Great Again”? Is the Dixie Difference going continental as Ice Tea goes national, the biscuit creeps North and West, and Guns become a right of passage and an object of worship?

A necessary aside is required here. I AM a southerner. Barbecue, the Blues, and Bluegrass are my touchstones, and since I’m even more so a Tar Heel my other B is beloved Basketball. I still wave when meeting a car just in case I know them or they know me. In New York and other places I have yet to jettison eye-contact with strangers and my drawl and instinctual use of Y’all are points of linguistic pride. Like we do when we love someone we want better and better for them and hate to see them ‘act ugly’ just the same.

The following is from the North Carolina Department of Cultural Resources: “On June 3, 1985, a Chevrolet Blazer driven by Fritz Klenner exploded during a police chase in Summerfield, north of Greensboro. Klenner, a native of Reidsville, was a suspect in the murders of three people in Winston-Salem and two in Kentucky. Also in the Blazer were Susie Newsom Lynch and her sons John and Jim.

Klenner, who had deceived and manipulated family and friends for years, had become romantically involved with his first cousin, Susie Newsom Lynch, after she divorced. The murders appear to be rooted in the couple’s belief that Lynch’s ex-husband and other family were conspiring to take the boys from her.

Klenner, who for many years pretended to be a medical student at Duke to please his father, added service in the CIA to his imagined resume.

is suspected of having killed his cousin’s former mother-in-law and her daughter in Kentucky in 1984 in an attempt to make the ex-husband appear to have mafia ties. In mid May 1985, he killed Lynch’s parents and grandmother in their Winston-Salem home with assistance from a misguided friend who believed he was “auditioning” for the CIA.

With law enforcement closing in on the couple a few weeks later, Klenner loaded his Blazer with weapons and rigged it to explode. Susie’s remains were found in a nearby culvert, blown apart by the bomb that must have been under her seat. One of the Kentucky detectives located Klenner, barely alive, in a ditch. Hoping for a confession the detective leaned an ear toward Klenner, who gurgled blood and died.

Evidence later revealed that the young boys had been poisoned with cyanide and shot in the head by their mother prior to the explosion.

The story of Klenner and his crimes is chronicled in ‘Bitter Blood: A True Story of Southern Family Pride, Madness, and Multiple Murder,’ a bestselling book by Jerry Bledsoe, who was writing for the ‘Greensboro News and Record’ at the time. https://www.ncdcr.gov/blog/2016/06/03/the-bizarre-bitter-blood-murders.”
WOW! I was living in Western Kentucky when this Klenner thing transpired and I have absolutely no recollection of it. I must have had my head in a bucket and was completely oblivous to anything that was non-work related.
 
From when we first moved to Chapel Hill in the late ‘60’s, my parents were dedicated pottery buyers.

A.R. Cole in Sanford was a frequent stop. He was only open 1-2 days a month (Saturday mornings my brother and I were sleeping in the back of the station wagon as Cole opened at 6:00 or 7:00 am). People lined up for 2-3 hours before he opened.

Wonderful, functional pottery. My parents still have tons of it - some of my favorites are glazed with Crystal Blue Mistake (a medium brown glaze with black specks). They have a custom punch bowl with a matching ladle and punch cups. It’s red. Hardly ever used. The glaze has A LOT of lead in it.

Lots of mugs, jugs, and teapots from Jugtown.

Somewhere in the late ‘70’s/early ‘80’s my parents mostly stopped buying Seagrove Pottery - the house was full.

In 1991, my former wife and I, on one of our earliest dates, went to Seagrove. Her first thought was “Pottery? Why?”

We lucked out and visited on a day that Wedgewood (the china company) was leading 2 busloads of tourists through Seagrove. This meant the buses stopped at 4-5 different potters; AND, each of those potters invited 8-10 other potters to set up and display (and sell) their wares. So, in 4-5 stops we were able to see 30-50 potters.

What’s still great about Seagrove is that many potters still make functional pottery and NOT art - Tom Gray and Dirtworks are two of my favorites.

Don’t get me wrong - plenty of Seagrove potters make art. Look no further than Ben Owens III, grandson of the great Ben Owens. He makes pieces that sell for hundreds and thousands. Some are 5 or 6 or more feet tall.

Seagrove is worth a trip if you haven’t been there.
Some years back, I drove through Seagrove on my way to my sister-in-law's birthday party in Raleigh. I was planning to stop and get her a piece from Ben Owens III's pottery store because I knew she was such a fan of his grandfather. My wife cautioned me against this because it would just be too expensive. But I stopped anyway, found a very nice small piece that was modestly priced. Because Ben Owen III was manning the cash register, I got him to autograph a brochure too. I was so excited that soon as I got in my car and was on my way, I called my wife and told her what I got and how much it cost. She immediately told me to turn around, go back, get her something too, and get Ben Owen III to autograph a brochure for her. I did, but I grumbled about how I had told her she should come with me.
 
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“The Surprise Ending” gets its hooks into you and for good or ill, they usually reach deep. For me there’s always a bit of O.Henry’s “The Gift of The Magi’ lurking in my thoughts. This is not necessarily a good thing for a historian. Students often succumb to the temptation to misdirect then spring an alternative conclusion on their reader in papers that they write early in their matriculation as well. It is an ambitious plot device and quite difficult but with no real value in a research project. Literarily speaking though it can be the kind of twist that captures an audience. I’ve been caught many-a-time in prose and cinema.

While at 15 years old I was completely conned by the wrap-up of the Newman/Redford film “The Sting” and the master director John Sayles’ “Lone Star” starring (of course) Chris Cooper rolls in a close third, it was “The Ballad of Gregorio Cortez” with Edward James Olmos that stunned me with the concluding plot twist that takes my all-time first place in surprise endings.

It was native-born Tar Heel O.Henry that sunk the plot twist hooks into me when I was a preteen though and he’s fascinated and terrified me ever since. He’s an outlaw author who led a wandering and ne’er-do-well life. He grew up in the Piedmont, fled to Central America, worked in Asheville (while living in Weaverville), and spent a good deal of time in New York City. He loved bars and hung out with cows too. I’ll just stop there.

“The time has come," the Walrus said,
‘To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings.’”
~Lewis Carrol

OnThisDay (June 5) in 1910 William Sydney Porter, O.Henry, died in NYC. Born in Greensboro, he lived in Texas, Honduras, and spent 3 years in the Ohio Penitentiary (embezzlement). He moved to New York City to be close to publishers and there he produced over 300 short stories. The “Surprise Ending” was his forte. We’ve all read his Christmas Classic, “The Gift of the Magi.” In 1907 he married a childhood friend, Sarah Lindsey Coleman, of #Weaverville, and, not in the best of health, moved there. Finding Weaverville too quiet (and a staunch teetotaler town) he opened an office in #Asheville where he might work and sneak off to bars and speakeasies. Truth is that he was a voracious drinker.

Ultimately, missing NYC he moved back - much to his detriment. He died there on this day (6/5/10) of cirrhosis of the liver. Coleman brought his body back to Buncombe and he is buried in Asheville’s Riverside Cemetery not far from Thomas Wolfe, another Tar Heel writer who died too soon. In his novel “Of Cabbages and Kings,” he coined the term, “Banana Republic.” Read more here:
 
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“The Surprise Ending” gets its hooks into you and for good or ill, they usually reach deep. For me there’s always a bit of O.Henry’s “The Gift of The Magi’ lurking in my thoughts. This is not necessarily a good thing for a historian. Students often succumb to the temptation to misdirect then spring an alternative conclusion on their reader in papers that they write early in their matriculation as well. It is an ambitious plot device and quite difficult but with no real value in a research project. Literarily speaking though it can be the kind of twist that captures an audience. I’ve been caught many-a-time in prose and cinema.

While at 15 years old I was completely conned by the wrap-up of the Newman/Redford film “The Sting” and the master director John Sayles’ “Lone Star” starring (of course) Chris Cooper rolls in a close third, it was “The Ballad of Gregorio Cortez” with Edward James Olmos that stunned me with the concluding plot twist that takes my all-time first place in surprise endings.

It was native-born Tar Heel O.Henry that sunk the plot twist hooks into me when I was a preteen though and he’s fascinated and terrified me ever since. He’s an outlaw author who led a wandering and ne’er-do-well life. He grew up in the Piedmont, fled to Central America, worked in Asheville (while living in Weaverville), and spent a good deal of time in New York City. He loved bars and hung out with cows too. I’ll just stop there.

“The time has come," the Walrus said,
‘To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings.’”
~Lewis Carrol

OnThisDay (June 5) in 1910 William Sydney Porter, O.Henry, died in NYC. Born in Greensboro, he lived in Texas, Honduras, and spent 3 years in the Ohio Penitentiary (embezzlement). He moved to New York City to be close to publishers and there he produced over 300 short stories. The “Surprise Ending” was his forte. We’ve all read his Christmas Classic, “The Gift of the Magi.” In 1907 he married a childhood friend, Sarah Lindsey Coleman, of #Weaverville, and, not in the best of health, moved there. Finding Weaverville too quiet (and a staunch teetotaler town) he opened an office in #Asheville where he might work and sneak off to bars and speakeasies. Truth is that he was a voracious drinker.

Ultimately, missing NYC he moved back - much to his detriment. He died there on this day (6/5/10) of cirrhosis of the liver. Coleman brought his body back to Buncombe and he is buried in Asheville’s Riverside Cemetery not far from Thomas Wolfe, another Tar Heel writer who died too soon. In his novel “Of Cabbages and Kings,” he coined the term, “Banana Republic.” Read more here:
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Asheville's Riverside Cemetery, without "O Henry" spelled out in pennies.

And near-by, another of North Carolina's sons taken too early.
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Asheville's Riverside Cemetery, without "O Henry" spelled out in pennies.

And near-by, another of North Carolina's sons taken too early.
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Love that cemetery as I do with most -- this one is special though.

 
Love that cemetery as I do with most -- this one is special though.

I love visiting old cemeteries anywhere, but especially in North and South Carolina. Question for you. I have been baffled by how many tombstones from the late 18th Century to the early 19th Century have Lauburu Crosses in them. I have absolutely no idea why. If you ever find out, please post the explanation. The two most common explanation I've heard just aren't that compelling to me. #1: The Lauburu Cross is not exclusively a symbol of the Basque people, but was also a symbol of the Scot-Irish settlers that came down the Great Wagon Road from Pennsylvania to Piedmont and Western NC and then further south. #2: As part of the settlement of the French and Indian War, Basques who had settled in the prime fishing territories of the Canadian maritime provinces were sent South along with other folks who were ancestors of the Cajan folks in Louisiana. And at least three of the ships heading south stopped on the NC coast and were full of Basque being resettled. Because the ship repairs were so extensive and would take so long and there was land to be had in Piedmont/Western NC, this Basques decided to take what Fortuna/Tyche had offered them and headed into the lightly settled parts of NC.
Link: Lauburu/Fylfot/Solar/Pinwheel Crosses
 
I love visiting old cemeteries anywhere, but especially in North and South Carolina. Question for you. I have been baffled by how many tombstones from the late 18th Century to the early 19th Century have Lauburu Crosses in them. I have absolutely no idea why. If you ever find out, please post the explanation. The two most common explanation I've heard just aren't that compelling to me. #1: The Lauburu Cross is not exclusively a symbol of the Basque people, but was also a symbol of the Scot-Irish settlers that came down the Great Wagon Road from Pennsylvania to Piedmont and Western NC and then further south. #2: As part of the settlement of the French and Indian War, Basques who had settled in the prime fishing territories of the Canadian maritime provinces were sent South along with other folks who were ancestors of the Cajan folks in Louisiana. And at least three of the ships heading south stopped on the NC coast and were full of Basque being resettled. Because the ship repairs were so extensive and would take so long and there was land to be had in Piedmont/Western NC, this Basques decided to take what Fortuna/Tyche had offered them and headed into the lightly settled parts of NC.
Link: Lauburu/Fylfot/Solar/Pinwheel Crosses

Hmmm. 1) I've spent a lot of time in graveyards and some of those crosses I've never seen...the more starburst ones seem familiar though. The locales that I note on that Flicker account are Thomasville, Mooresville, Lexington, Bessemer City, Liberty, Kimesville, are kind of widely dispersed it seems to me for a small late 18th century migration but maybe I'm being obtuse on it. Need to think on this some more...
 
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