Tryon History Museum

06/25/2026

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝟯𝟵 𝗦𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀.

Not the brick.
Not the doorway.
Not the sign.

The glass.

And if you guessed the former 𝗧𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻 𝗕𝗮𝗻𝗸 & 𝗧𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗻𝘆 after yesterday’s clue, congratulations. You read the evidence correctly.

When the bank first went up, it looked exactly like a bank was supposed to look: brick, square, sensible. The kind of building that held your money and did not need applause for doing it.

Then, around 1940, Tryon got glamorous.

Out went the plain brick face. In came smooth stucco, slender fluted pilasters, a marble band along the base, and a tall wall of structural glass block.

It was Art Moderne.

Streamlined. Polished. Optimistic.

The future, basically, but with better tailoring.

And in Tryon, that feels almost too perfect. F. Scott Fitzgerald had been here just a few years earlier. The building’s transformation came after his time in town, but still — there is something very Gatsby about the whole thing.

The old self covered over.
The future dressed up in shine and glass.
Everybody reaching for the green light.

For a moment, South Trade Street had the look.

A few doors down, the Tryon Theatre had remade itself in the same sleek style. Yes, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 Tryon Theatre — still lighting its marquee on a Friday night.

So picture it: the bank gleaming with glass block, the theatre glowing nearby, Trade Street stepping out like it had somewhere very important to be.

For a little while, this stretch of Tryon looked as modern as anywhere in the country.

Then time did what time does.

Styles changed. Tastes changed. The building changed again.

Brick veneer went up over the stucco. A boxy metal canopy appeared above the entrance. The smooth Art Moderne face of the old bank became part of another chapter.

Not gone.
Not forgotten, exactly.
Just harder to read.

But the glass stayed.

Look closely at the display windows next time you pass 39 South Trade Street. That glass block is original, c. 1940.

Still there.
Still catching the afternoon light.
Still giving testimony, eighty-some years later.

Most people walk right by it.

But once you see it, you can’t unsee it.

That’s the thing about old buildings on Trade Street. They rarely tell you everything at once. They keep one clue back. One seam. One surviving detail that says, very quietly:

“You should have seen me then.”

And sometimes, the archive is not in a box.
Sometimes it is right there in the window.

Thank you for playing along this week. We read every single guess, and we loved them.

𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦 — 𝘛𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯 𝘏𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘮

P.S. Winners, please send us a message and let us know if you’d like to come by the Museum for your Tryon keychain, or would like us to mail it to you. Congrats to:

Rebecca Hudson
Linda Frieze
Ann Stimm
Jane Arnold
Mike Scoggins

06/24/2026

𝗚𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗕𝗨𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚
(𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘃𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗱.)

And there’s a secret hiding in plain sight on Trade Street.

Look closely at the glass block.

It has been catching the afternoon light since around 1940, but most people walk right past it without knowing what they’re seeing.

This building started as a bank. Plain brick. Nothing flashy.

Then, around 1940, it got a very modern facelift.

Smooth stucco.
A tall wall of structural glass block.
Fluted pilasters.
Marble at the base.

For a while, this was one of the most modern-looking buildings in town.

Its new style was Art Moderne, the same sleek look used by the movie house downtown, the one that still lights up its marquee on weekends.

For decades, this building looked like the future.

Then the future got covered up.

Brick veneer went over the stucco.
A boxy metal canopy went over the entrance.
The modern face disappeared.

And Tryon more or less forgot it had ever been there.

But one part of the old building never left.

The original glass block is still there in the display windows, still letting in the light, still waiting for someone to notice.

So here’s the game:

Tell us in the comments which Trade Street building this is.

The 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 5 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 win a Tryon motel-room style keychain, claimable in person at the museum — though if you’re not nearby, we might be talked into sending it on a historic journey by snail mail.

Your clues:

It was a bank.
It borrowed its look from the nearby theater.
It is hiding a 1940s modernist face under what you see today.

We’re playing on the honor system here, which is very official museum language for: no cheating, no Googling, and no letting the comment section do your detective work.

We’ll reveal the name, the full story, and the five winners tomorrow.

Some buildings on Trade Street tell you exactly what they are.

This one has been keeping a secret for eighty years.

𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦 — 𝘛𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯 𝘏𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘮

06/19/2026

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗲-𝗮𝗻𝗱-𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻.

It was the 1920s, and the Florida land boom had wandered up into the Carolina mountains wearing better shoes and carrying bigger promises.

A developer was carving Hogback into lots for a grand resort called 𝗕𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗥𝗶𝗱𝗴𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁— complete with a clubhouse, dining room, cottages, swimming pool, and a nine-hole golf course its brochures called the most exhilarating in the world.

Subtlety, clearly, had not been included in the marketing budget.

Across from the depot stood the sales office: a stone cottage designed by Tryon architect 𝗝𝗼𝗵𝗻 𝗙𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘀. This was where you came to buy your piece of the dream.

Then 1929 arrived.

Ambitious? 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗹𝘆.
Doomed? 𝗜𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝘆𝗲𝘀.
Heartbreaking? That probably depended on 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 you had already put down!

The resort folded soon after the crash. But the little stone cottage stayed put, as buildings often do when human confidence has left the premises.

In 1933, a cosmopolitan painter named 𝗝𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿 bought it and opened the 𝗥𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗚𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘆 — North Carolina’s first commercial gallery for contemporary art.

So the building meant to sell mountain lots became the building that helped put Tryon on the map for something else entirely.

Couper was, by every account, a 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙚.

White gloves.
A gold-knobbed walking stick.
A verandah she held court from like a throne.

One local boy remembered that she acknowledged passersby in precise proportion to their age, social standing, and her mood that particular afternoon.

Which is to say: history records many systems of rank. This one may be the most Tryon.

That boy was 𝗛𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗕𝗿𝗮𝗱𝘆, who once sat for Couper in his Boy Scout uniform.

Next door stood the Oak Hall Hotel, where a few years later 𝗙. 𝗦𝗰𝗼𝘁𝘁 𝗙𝗶𝘁𝘇𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗱 and 𝗧𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳𝗲 had their last face-to-face conversation.

But that belongs to another address.

And here is the part that would make a Realtor smile: this summer, nearly a century later, the Rock House is changing hands again.

A building put up to sell real estate… 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥, one more time.

History rhymes like that.

Sometimes a place is built to move a mountain, fails completely, and then quietly becomes the most interesting thing on the street.

Couper would have had thoughts.

And next month, we’re heading up Hogback to the resort that started it all. Stay tuned.

𝘍𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯 𝘏𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.

06/17/2026

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗧𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝟴𝟲 𝗡𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁.

It was 1934. North Carolina had been dry since 1908 — twenty-six years before a man named 𝗣𝗼𝗽 𝗕𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 opened Pop’s Beer Garden in a small brick building just up from the Oak Street corner and did something nobody in this town had done legally in a generation.

He poured a cold one.

Brave? 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦.

Scandalous? Depends who you asked!

Necessary? Let’s not pretend everyone was heartbroken.

Pop’s was reportedly the first establishment in Tryon to legally sell beer after Prohibition’s repeal. And once that door opened, it stayed open.

A bar held that address for decades through name changes, new owners, and probably more than a few conversations that sounded important at the time. Whitey’s. Sam’s Place. Doc’s, named for Horace “Doc” Sain, who ran it until he didn’t. Eventually, the business moved one door down and became Preston’s, but 86 North Trade had already written its chapter.

Today, it’s the 80Six Gallery. The name comes with the building. And according to the historic district documentation, the interior retained its original pressed-tin ceiling — one of those details old buildings keep around so they can quietly judge the rest of us.

As for Trade Street itself?

Tryon now has an open container ordinance. Which means you can buy a drink and walk the whole street with it.

Twenty-six years dry.

Ninety years later, you can just… 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭.

History is funny like that. Sometimes it takes a generation to pour one legal beer. Sometimes it looks around decades later and says, “Actually, take it to go.”

Pop would have thoughts.

📍 Follow along as the Tryon History Museum walks Trade Street, one address at a time.

06/10/2026

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝗮 𝗙𝗶𝘁𝘇𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗱 𝗽𝗼𝗲𝗺 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗼𝗳. 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗚𝗮𝘁𝘀𝗯𝘆, 𝗭𝗲𝗹𝗱𝗮, 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗝𝗮𝘇𝘇 𝗔𝗴𝗲. 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗲’𝘀 𝗗𝗿𝘂𝗴 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗲.

In January 1937, F. Scott Fitzgerald checked into the Oak Hall Hotel, just up the hill from Trade Street.

He had come to Tryon to write, to recover, and to wait on a possible job with MGM. He was also trying to make an honest go of sobriety.

So while the bars downtown had returned after Prohibition, Fitzgerald found his way to a different kind of counter.

Missildine’s Drug Store.

By then, Missildine’s was already one of Tryon’s great gathering places.

The pharmacy had opened in 1896, when Ernest Ellwood Missildine and Dr. Earle Grady went into business together. Two years later, Missildine became the sole owner. He later served several terms as mayor of Tryon.

The building itself had a story, too.

After the first Missildine drug store burned, the current building was constructed in 1913. Major William Strong, who worked on several prominent Tryon buildings, oversaw the rebuilding.

Upstairs were offices and a large hall used by community organizations, including the Masonic Lodge and the chamber of commerce.

Downstairs was where Tryon gathered.

Locals came for conversation.
Tourists came to linger.
Travelers came in from the train.
And Fitzgerald came for the soda fountain.

He liked Missildine’s enough that, during his 1937 stay in Tryon, he composed a poem to the tune of “O Tannenbaum”:

“𝑂ℎ 𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑒’𝑠, 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑒’𝑠
𝐴 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒’𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑠
𝐼𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑦𝑒𝑡.

𝐼𝑡𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑑𝑔𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑑𝑔𝑒,
𝐼𝑡’𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑒,
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑙, 𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑎𝑙
𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑒's”

It is such a wonderfully human piece of history.

Not Fitzgerald the literary legend.
Not Fitzgerald of Gatsby and the Jazz Age.

But Fitzgerald in Tryon, trying to sober up, waiting on Hollywood, and finding comfort in ice cream, chocolate fudge, and a small-town drugstore.

After Missildine’s, the building continued to change with the town. In 1967, it became home to Blue Ridge Weavers. Later, it was remodeled with neighboring buildings for Tryon Federal Bank.

Today, the historic Missildine building still stands at 13 S. Trade Street.

A fire.
A pharmacy.
A mayor.
A gathering place.
A famous writer.
And a banana split good enough to inspire a poem.

That’s Tryon history.
Sometimes it’s grand.
Sometimes it’s sweet.
Sometimes it’s sitting right there on Trade Street.

06/02/2026

𝗧𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵.

US-176—the old Asheville Highway—still cuts straight through the middle of Tryon, and if you live anywhere near Trade Street, you already know the through-traffic never fully left. The interstate didn’t fully bypass us until 1976, but even then, it never quite stole Trade Street’s parade of cars.

On weekends, it still moves both ways in a steady stream, the kind that makes you pause at the stop sign just a little longer, watching out-of-town plates roll past a town of about 1,600.

But the traffic isn’t the only thing that stayed.

The stopping stayed, too.

Look at this 1940s photo. Cars angled into the curb. Awnings stretched over the sidewalks. People walking, crossing, lingering in the middle of the day. The mountains are there in the background, but the street itself is the destination.

Travelers didn’t just pass through Tryon. They pulled over. Bought a Coke. Picked up a prescription. Stepped inside for one thing and walked out with three conversations they hadn’t planned on.

Owen’s Pharmacy on North Trade was once rumored to have sold more than 2,000 Cokes on a busy Sunday (good thing they had so many on hand, we suppose!), handed straight out to travelers who pulled over, sometimes without even cutting the engine.

And honestly, go downtown this Saturday and you’ll see the same rhythm. Every space taken. Sidewalks full. A wait for a table on the corner. Somebody you didn’t expect to run into.

Eighty years apart, one bypass later, and it’s still the same street doing the same thing.

So help us remember it.

What made you stop when stopping in was part of the trip? Who did you buy from? Where did you sit? Which storefront pulled you in from the curb?

And help us read the photo, too. What’s still standing, and what’s long gone? We’d love to see more old pictures if you have them.

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05/28/2026

Spent my docent shift at the museum this afternoon, and something happened that I can't quite explain. (Heather Brady here, one of the board members who pulls a regular docent shift.)

I was at the docent desk, Nina Simone playing softly on the CD player, when two longtime Tryon natives came through the museum. They moved slowly from room to room, sharing memories and naming the people they'd grown up alongside. One of them had been born at the original St. Luke's Hospital, up on Carolina Drive. The kind of afternoon a museum is made for.

Then, from somewhere in the museum, the unmistakable sound of something ceramic hitting the floor and shattering.

I waited a moment, listening for the small embarrassed apology that usually follows. Nothing came. So I got up, walked back to where the ladies were standing, and asked lightly, "What did we decide to buy today?"

They looked at me, equally puzzled. They said the sound had come from the gift shop area. I had been sitting closer to the gift shop than they were, and to me it had clearly come from their direction.

We searched the whole museum. Nothing broken. Nothing out of place. Nothing on the floor.

It made me wonder what the old natives were trying to tell us. Or maybe just say hello.

So I'm going to ask the question we're all thinking: who else has had something a little unexplainable happen at the museum, or somewhere else around Tryon? I have a feeling we are not alone in this.

05/20/2026

We are looking for volunteers.

If you love Tryon — its history, its character, its particular sense of place — the museum is a natural home for some of your time. Volunteer roles range from helping at events and programs to supporting our day-to-day operations. There is no minimum requirement, only a genuine interest in being part of something that matters here.

For those drawn to a deeper level of involvement, we are actively recruiting for three specific roles: a Volunteer Coordinator, Docents, and Media & Creative contributors — writers, photographers, designers, and social media minds who want to put their skills toward Tryon's story.

All volunteer. All meaningful.
Visit our Volunteer page to learn more and reach out:

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𝐴 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒, 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑝𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝐴 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑝𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑐𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑑 — 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒'𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑡ℎ.

05/04/2026

Remember our Tales of Tryon evening on the Tryon grape? Southern Living just caught up!

This week's feature on the Tryon Foothills wine country — North Carolina's newest AVA, federally recognized in 2025 — picks up a thread we've been pulling on for a while. The thermal belt. The 150-year viticultural history. The grape that was once shipped east by the crate and served at the Waldorf Astoria.

The wineries here aren't a new idea. They're the latest chapter of a much older one. Polk County was growing wine grapes when most of the country wasn't.

Read the piece, then come see the artifacts. The museum has the rest of the story.

26 Maple Street. Tryon.
Population 1,600.

It bills itself as the South’s friendliest town, and now there’s another reason to visit Tryon. Set in the first rise of the Blue Ridge, an easy drive from Asheville and Greenville, this horse-loving enclave is North Carolina’s newest wine region.

04/25/2026

Raise your hand if you knew Tryon used to be wine country. 👋

No? You're not alone.

It's one of the quieter chapters in our history — the vineyards, the growers, and the grape that shaped these hills long before the horses arrived. Sofia Lilly of Overmountain Vineyards joined us this week for an hour on all of it.

The full lecture is now on YouTube. 🎥Link in the comments.