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  • How Appalachian Herbal Remedies Were Passed Down Through Generations

    How Appalachian Herbal Remedies Were Passed Down Through Generations

    In Appalachia, you didn’t always learn about plants from a book.

    You learned by following somebody.

    Maybe it was your grandmother walking along the edge of the garden. An uncle digging roots in the woods. A neighbor who knew what grew beside the creek. Someone who could look at a plant most people would walk past and tell you its name, when it appeared, where to find it again, and what the old people used it for.

    The lesson might never have been announced as a lesson at all.

    You watched.

    You listened.

    And eventually, you knew.

    For generations, knowledge of roots, leaves, bark, berries, teas, poultices, tonics, and home remedies traveled through Appalachian families and communities this way. Some remedies were practical. Some were spiritual. Some belonged to particular families or cultural traditions. Others became so familiar that nobody remembered exactly where they began.

    Together, they formed something more complicated than a collection of old cures.

    They represented a way of knowing the land.

    Knowledge Older Than Appalachia

    The history of herbal healing in Appalachia did not begin when European settlers arrived in the mountains.

    Indigenous peoples had developed extensive knowledge of the region’s plants over generations. Cherokee and other Native communities understood the landscapes in which they lived and maintained their own distinct medicinal and spiritual traditions.

    European settlers brought traditions of their own.

    Scottish, Irish, English, and German-speaking immigrants arrived with knowledge of European herbs, household remedies, charms, religious practices, and folk beliefs. Some encountered plants related to ones they already knew. Others had to learn an entirely unfamiliar landscape.

    African and African American healing traditions also became part of Appalachian life, although their contributions have too often been minimized or omitted from popular accounts of the region.

    The result was not one tidy system called “Appalachian medicine.”

    Knowledge moved between people, but different communities also maintained traditions of their own. Practices varied from one mountain community to another and sometimes from one family to the next.

    Over generations, these traditions became part of the complicated cultural landscape of Appalachia.

    Explore: Smithsonian Center for Folklife and Cultural Heritage: Appalachian Folk Magic

    What Grew Around You

    Mountain families often made use of what was available nearby.

    That might include cultivated plants growing around a house or garden, but much of the knowledge concerned plants growing in forests, fields, along roadsides, and beside streams.

    American ginseng, commonly called “sang” in parts of Appalachia, became particularly important.

    People dug the root for personal use, but ginseng also developed into a valuable cash commodity. For generations, digging sang provided some mountain families with seasonal income. Knowledge of where patches grew could be closely guarded and handed down within families.

    The plant eventually connected remote Appalachian forests to an international market.

    That history continues today, along with increasing concern about conservation and responsible harvesting.

    Explore: Smithsonian Folklife: American Ginseng

    Other plants frequently appear in accounts of Appalachian home remedies.

    Goldenseal was gathered from the forest.

    Elderberries were made into preparations.

    Mint became tea.

    Plantain leaves were used externally in household treatments.

    Black cohosh appeared in traditions associated with women’s health.

    Sassafras was familiar enough that generations remember its distinctive scent and the tea made from its roots.

    But knowing a plant involved more than knowing its name.

    People learned where it grew.

    When it appeared.

    Which part was gathered.

    How much could be taken.

    How it should be dried or stored.

    And perhaps most importantly, they learned who actually knew what they were doing.

    Traditional use does not mean that every old remedy was medically effective or safe. Some plants historically used as medicine can interact with medications, cause serious side effects, or be dangerous when prepared incorrectly.

    The importance of these traditions lies not in treating every old remedy as modern medical advice, but in understanding the knowledge, experience, and relationships with the land that allowed those practices to survive.

    Learning by Following

    Much of this knowledge was passed orally.

    A child walking through the woods with an older relative might learn that one plant appeared on a particular slope while another preferred the damp ground near water.

    There were no flash cards.

    No formal lesson plan.

    You learned because you were there.

    The same thing happened in kitchens and around sickbeds.

    Someone watched how a tea was prepared, how roots were dried, how something was measured, or how a poultice was made. Years later, that person might repeat the process for someone else.

    Sometimes instructions were written down.

    Families kept handwritten “receipt” or recipe books containing household preparations, remedies, food recipes, and other practical knowledge.

    But memory remained an important archive.

    That made elders especially important.

    When someone died without passing along what they knew, a small library could disappear with them.

    The Granny Woman

    Among the most remembered figures in Appalachian folk healing is the granny woman.

    The term could describe an older woman known within her community for knowledge of childbirth, plants, household remedies, or healing. Some served as midwives. Others were sought for particular remedies or advice.

    Their roles were not identical, and neither were their beliefs.

    For some, plant knowledge existed comfortably alongside deeply held Christianity. Prayer might accompany a household treatment. Bible verses, faith healing, signs, charms, and beliefs about planting or gathering by the moon could coexist with very practical knowledge about childbirth, food, illness, and plants.

    In communities where physicians could be far away, expensive, or simply unavailable when needed, a knowledgeable neighbor or granny woman could occupy an important place.

    The Smithsonian Center for Folklife and Cultural Heritage has documented women who continue or remember these traditions, including accounts of older women serving as healers, midwives, and keepers of plant knowledge within Appalachian communities.

    Read more: Smithsonian: Women Carry Traditions in Appalachian Folk Magic

    Faith, Signs, and the Unseen

    Appalachian folk healing was not always divided neatly into categories of medicine, religion, and folklore.

    Those are modern labels.

    For the people practicing these traditions, a plant remedy and a prayer did not necessarily contradict one another.

    A Bible verse might be spoken over an illness.

    A wart might have a remedy involving an action that seems mysterious to us now.

    Planting, gathering, or certain household activities might be timed according to signs or phases of the moon.

    Some traditions were spoken openly. Others were private.

    And some people who practiced them would never have called what they were doing magic.

    They were simply doing what they had been taught.

    That distinction matters when we look back at Appalachian culture. Calling every granny woman a “witch” may make a good modern headline, but it can impose an identity on women who might have strongly rejected the word.

    Their own understanding of what they did deserves to be part of the story.

    When the Old Knowledge Began to Fade

    Appalachia changed dramatically during the twentieth century.

    Roads reached communities that had once been difficult to access. Hospitals and clinics expanded. Commercial medicines became more available. Families moved away for work. Coal towns grew and declined. Radio, television, automobiles, and eventually the modern world connected mountain communities to places far beyond the ridges.

    Some old practices became unnecessary.

    Others came to be regarded as superstition or something associated with an earlier way of life.

    And sometimes knowledge simply stopped moving from one generation to the next.

    But it did not disappear entirely.

    In 1966, students at the Rabun Gap-Nacoochee School in northern Georgia began interviewing older people in their communities about the skills and traditions they knew.

    Their project became Foxfire.

    Students recorded oral histories about everything from log cabin construction and blacksmithing to planting, foodways, crafts, beliefs, and folk remedies. What began as a classroom magazine eventually became a celebrated series of books and a museum devoted to Appalachian life.

    Foxfire demonstrated something important.

    If nobody asks an elder what they know, that knowledge can disappear.

    If somebody listens, it can travel much farther than anyone imagined.

    Explore: The Foxfire Fund and Museum

    The Knowledge Is Still Living

    It would be easy to end this story by saying Appalachian herbal knowledge belongs to the past.

    It doesn’t.

    People throughout the mountains still forage, garden, gather plants, study herbalism, dig roots, make preparations, and pass knowledge between generations.

    Some approach these traditions as family heritage. Others study them through botany, ethnobotany, conservation, or contemporary herbal practice.

    American ginseng offers a particularly good example.

    The Smithsonian’s American Ginseng project documents growers, harvesters, herbalists, conservationists, and mountain residents whose relationships with the plant show that traditional knowledge continues to evolve.

    Among them are people such as the late Carol Judy, remembered as an herbalist, root digger, and “forest granny” in Tennessee’s Clear Fork Valley, and Laurie Quesinberry in southwestern Virginia, who inherited generations of ginseng knowledge through her husband’s family while becoming an advocate for conservation.

    These are not reenactments of Appalachian culture.

    They are part of its continuation.

    More Than a Remedy

    Perhaps that is what is easiest to miss when we reduce Appalachian herbal traditions to lists of plants and what they were supposedly “good for.”

    The list was never the whole thing.

    The real inheritance was knowing where to look.

    It was recognizing a plant before it flowered.

    Knowing which hillside held ginseng.

    Remembering where mint returned every spring.

    Knowing who in the community to ask when you didn’t know.

    And understanding that knowledge carried responsibilities.

    To the person teaching you.

    To the person you might someday teach.

    And to the land that provided what you gathered.

    There is something deeply Appalachian in that kind of inheritance.

    Not because mountain people possessed some mystical connection unavailable to everyone else, but because generations of people paid attention to the places where they lived.

    They learned them.

    And then they taught someone else.

    Honoring the Old Ways

    There is a difference between preserving an old remedy and preserving the knowledge surrounding it.

    We do not have to believe every treatment worked to recognize the intelligence required to identify hundreds of plants, remember their seasons, understand where they grew, prepare them consistently, and carry that information through generations without a textbook.

    Nor do we need to turn every granny woman into a legend.

    Many were simply people doing what communities have always done when resources were limited.

    They cared for one another with what they had and what they knew.

    Some of that knowledge has been lost.

    Some has changed.

    Some survives in books, recordings, archives, gardens, family memories, and the people who still walk into the woods knowing exactly what they are looking for.

    And somewhere in Appalachia, an older person is probably still pointing toward a plant while someone younger walks beside them.

    Maybe the younger person realizes a lesson is taking place.

    Maybe they don’t.

    That is how knowledge has always traveled.

    From hand to hand.

    From voice to ear.

    And from one walk through the mountains to the next.

  • Granny’s Magic Whiskey Honey & Lemon Cure

    Granny’s Magic Whiskey Honey & Lemon Cure

    The old Appalachian remedy where honey soothed the throat, lemon cut the sweetness, and a little whiskey was supposed to kill whatever had gotten hold of you.

    There was no alcohol in our house. My father was a preacher, so drinking wasn’t something casually accepted at home. On my mother’s side, there was another reason for keeping alcohol at a distance. Her father had been an alcoholic, and whiskey in particular carried memories that had nothing quaint or amusing about them.

    Under ordinary circumstances, bringing whiskey into our house would have been nearly unthinkable. But if somebody got sick enough, apparently the rules changed.

    Suddenly whiskey wasn’t whiskey anymore.

    It was medicine.

    Out came the honey and lemon, along with whatever strong liquor could be found, and an old family remedy somehow crossed a line almost nothing else could. Nobody was sitting around having cocktails. Somebody had a cough, and that was an entirely different matter.

    The explanation I grew up with was wonderfully straightforward: whiskey killed germs.

    There really wasn’t much more to discuss.

    Whatever Was Around Would Do

    Calling it a whiskey, honey and lemon cure makes the recipe sound considerably more precise than I remember it being.

    Honey and lemon were pretty dependable. The alcohol was another matter. Whiskey was traditional, but moonshine worked too. On at least one occasion, neither was readily available and the neighbors had rum, so rum went into service.

    Apparently the germs weren’t particular.

    There were no carefully measured tablespoons passed down on a handwritten recipe card in our family. Like so many things people learned to make at home, you knew approximately what went into it and adjusted from there. One household’s version might be stronger, sweeter or more lemony than another’s.

    The important thing was that when somebody was miserable with a cold, sore throat or cough, somebody else knew what to make.

    As it turns out, our family was far from alone.

    Granny Wasn’t the Only One Making It

    Alcohol-based cold remedies appear throughout American folk tradition, but whiskey and moonshine had a particularly natural place in Appalachian household medicine because distilled spirits were already familiar products in many mountain communities.

    The Blue Ridge Institute & Museum’s history of moonshine in the Blue Ridge documents homemade whiskey’s place in regional foodways and medicinal traditions. Folk remedies incorporated moonshine into tinctures and cough preparations, sometimes combining it with honey, lemon juice, ginger or sugar.

    That variety feels familiar.

    There wasn’t necessarily one authoritative “Appalachian cold remedy.” There were families and communities working from a shared cupboard of ingredients, beliefs and experience, making the version they had learned or simply using what they had available.

    And if the neighbor had rum, well, apparently that could work too.

    The Appalachian Medicine Cabinet Was Often the Kitchen

    Home remedies make more sense when we stop looking at them through the medicine cabinet we have today.

    For earlier generations, particularly in rural communities where professional medical care could be difficult to reach or afford, household knowledge mattered. What grew in the garden, what could be gathered nearby, what had been learned from older relatives and what was already sitting in the pantry could all become part of caring for someone who was sick.

    That doesn’t mean everything Granny prescribed worked. Traditional medicine contains a mixture of useful observations, cultural beliefs, treatments that probably did very little and remedies we now know could actually be harmful.

    People worked with what they knew.

    Sometimes they got more right than we might expect. Sometimes they most certainly didn’t. And sometimes the thing that made you feel better wasn’t actually doing what everyone thought it was doing.

    But Whiskey Kills Germs…Right?

    That was the logic in our family.

    Alcohol kills germs. Whiskey contains alcohol. Therefore, once swallowed, whiskey ought to kill the germs making you sick.

    The first part contains enough truth to make the rest sound perfectly reasonable. Alcohol can indeed be used as a disinfectant, but drinking whiskey doesn’t disinfect your throat or kill the respiratory viruses responsible for the common cold.

    According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, there is no cure for the common cold. Treatment is primarily about relieving symptoms while the body recovers.

    So the whiskey wasn’t traveling down there and slaughtering germs on Granny’s behalf.

    That doesn’t mean everything in the cup was foolish.

    In fact, one of Granny’s ingredients has held up surprisingly well.

    Turns Out Granny Had Something Right About the Honey

    Modern medicine still recognizes honey as something that can help soothe a cough. The CDC recommends pasteurized honey for cough relief for adults and children at least one year old.

    Mayo Clinic also notes that honey may help relieve coughing, while warm liquids such as tea or warm lemon water can be soothing when you’re sick.

    The whiskey is where Granny and modern medicine part company.

    Current medical advice recommends staying hydrated when you have a cold, and Mayo Clinic advises avoiding alcohol because it can contribute to dehydration.

    So if we’re keeping score, Granny had a point about the honey. Warm liquid and lemon can certainly be comforting.

    Whiskey hunting down the germs?

    Not so much.

    I don’t think anybody in my family would have appreciated this scientific critique while coughing into a handkerchief.

    When Moonshine Tasted Like Grandma’s Apple Pie

    Of all my memories involving the medicinal use of liquor, one has stayed with me for an entirely different reason.

    I got sick once while staying at my aunt’s. Whatever the usual ingredients were, homemade apple pie moonshine was available, so that was what I got.

    And oh my goodness.

    It tasted like my grandma’s apple pie.

    There was probably a reason for that.

    My grandmother knew something about apple pie moonshine herself. When her children were growing up, she made it with their help and sold it to bring money into the household. Moonshine occupies a complicated place in Appalachian history, but beneath the legends about revenuers, hidden stills and fast cars were ordinary people and families for whom making and selling liquor could also mean income.

    Grandma’s story deserves its own telling someday.

    But that little taste of apple pie moonshine taught me something I couldn’t have understood at the time. Taste carries memory remarkably well.

    I don’t remember much about whatever illness had landed me at my aunt’s house.

    I remember Grandma’s apple pie.

    Not Everything Old Needs to Be Brought Back

    There is a danger in writing about folk medicine that deserves mentioning.

    Old does not automatically mean safe.

    Remembering traditional remedies is worthwhile because they are part of our cultural history. Recreating every remedy our ancestors used is another matter entirely. Medical knowledge has changed, and some things once considered treatments are now known to be ineffective or unsafe.

    Even our whiskey remedy deserves some modern boundaries. Honey should never be given to an infant younger than one year because of the risk of infant botulism. Alcohol isn’t an appropriate cold treatment for children, and modern medical guidance recommends avoiding alcohol when you’re sick.

    We can preserve folk knowledge without pretending we haven’t learned anything since.

    What Was in Your Granny’s Version?

    Ask enough Appalachian families about old cold remedies and you’ll quickly discover that everybody’s granny seems to have had her own pharmacy.

    Maybe yours used whiskey. Maybe it had to be moonshine. Maybe there was peppermint, horehound, rock candy, tea, ginger or something else entirely. Perhaps your family’s version came with strict instructions to drink something warm, bundle up beneath every quilt in the house and “sweat it out.”

    Somebody else’s granny probably swore your granny was doing it completely wrong.

    That’s part of what makes folk traditions interesting. They don’t move through communities like standardized pharmaceutical instructions. They travel from person to person, household to household and generation to generation, picking up substitutions and variations along the way.

    Our version survived even as my own family’s relationship with alcohol changed dramatically.

    My grandmother had once made moonshine for income. My mother’s family experienced the destructive side of alcohol through her father’s alcoholism. My father became a fundamentalist Baptist preacher, and my parents established a home where alcohol simply wasn’t welcome.

    Yet somehow the old remedy crossed all of those generations intact.

    When somebody got sick enough, whiskey still became medicine.

    Closing Thoughts: The Part of the Remedy We Remember

    I can look back now and separate the folklore from the medicine.

    Whiskey wasn’t killing the cold germs. Honey really could soothe a cough. Warm liquids could comfort a sore throat. Lemon made the whole thing considerably more pleasant, and the particular liquor involved apparently depended on what somebody could get their hands on.

    But reducing the tradition to a list of ingredients misses something important.

    When you were sick, somebody noticed. Someone went into the kitchen, found the honey and squeezed the lemon. In our house, somebody apparently crossed a fairly substantial moral boundary and found some whiskey.

    Then they brought it to you because this was what their people had taught them to do when somebody they loved wasn’t feeling well.

    Maybe that’s why so many of us remember these remedies long after we’ve forgotten the colds they were supposed to cure.

    We aren’t really remembering the illness.

    We’re remembering being cared for.

    And if that care occasionally arrived with a little moonshine in the cup, well…

    Granny said it killed germs.