Clyde Whittaker remembers some of the fun he had growing up in Monterey, Tennessee
In mid and late April when it got warm, my friend, James Way, and I started thinking of playing in a small creek about a mile away. Every year James and I with sometime help from James’ brother Ray would move logs and rocks in place to make a crude dam. It was not very good, but it raised the water in the hole several inches and made the hole wider. When James and I were about 13 years old we learned to swim in that little hole. The following year we started going to the Monterey Lake. We usually walked almost three miles to the lake. Soon both of us were good swimmers. A fellow later told me that when they got to the lake if they saw two heads out in the middle of the lake they would say, “Well I see that James and Clyde are here.”
In winter James and I couldn’t afford store bought sleds. We made our own. The city dump was near our house about a half a mile. We found short pieces of lumber and made a sled. You couldn’t steer it but it would go fast downhill.
[One time} Ray Way and I were taking a long walk in the woods. We went up a mountain and decided to go a different way back to town. We didn’t usually use that trail. We saw ahead of us an old man with a rifle in his arms blocking the trail. His name was Ike Buckner, a distant cousin of mine. He asked who I was and I said Frank Whittaker’s son. Ike said he didn’t know Frank had a son as young as I was. I realized he was thinking of my great uncle so I said I am Tommy Whitttaker’s grandson. When I mentioned my grandpa a large grin came on his face and he said, “Do you want a drink?” I was about 13 so I declined. Ike and my great Uncle Frank made moonshine together.
There is a story about Uncle Frank Whittaker and Ike Buckner making whiskey together. They had two barrels of mash ferment and it already had some alcohol. Uncle Frank noticed Ike using a wheat straw taking a drop from the barrel. He figured Ike would drink up their profit. When they put the sprouted corn in the barrels some corn was left on the ground and rats were eating. Frank used his pistol and shot one of the rats and put it in the barrel Ike was sipping. Ike started sippin’ the one with the rat. He moved to the other barrel and started sipping. Then he went back to the barrel with the rat. He looked at Uncle Frank and said, “Frank the one with the little rat in it is the best.”