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Although most ol the illegal activity went on back up farther towards Old Rag, as a boy Nelson recalls a man being shot across the road from his home. A moonshiner came to the Weakley house where a man was working in the garden with Mr. Weakley and addressed him: “You told the revenoors on me, didn’t you?” “No,” said the man, but before he could finish the moonshiner put several holes in his chest and ran away. This was the talk of the community for quite a while, as a posse was formed and the moonshiner tracked down to his home.
The little community at the mouth of the Old Rag hollows is quite compact, with the feeling of a real neighborhood. Folks voted at the mill, in a lower room for privacy. The mailman, who came in on horseback with the mail in the early morning hours, slept in the same little back room except, one assumes, on election day. The post office was there sometimes, according to politics. Mary Hudson was postmaster when the post office was at Nethers, for several years in the late ’30’s and early ’40’s.
Worden Robinson, present proprietor of Nethers Mill, said that some of the Hudsons told him that there used to be horses tied up from the mill halfway up to the beginning of the hollows. Nethers said that the mountain people would bring two
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