What
distillery, in all the world, makes and sells the most hard liquor, in all the
world? Some of you may know this. Some of
you may guess the answer. And some will
suppose it must be a Russian vodka, or Scot or Irish company. But it is American, and it is one of the
oldest US distillers as well. Good old Jack; Jack Daniels in Lynchburg,
Tennessee.
Whiskey factoid
# 2: The ONLY Jack Daniels Distillery is Number One in Lynchburg, TN. And Lynchburg
is the county seat of Moore Cty, and Moore County is DRY. In fact, its been dry since 1909, ten years
before the National Prohibition of alcohol across the US began. Tennessee went
dry and its brewers and distillers went out of state to make their
medicine. When the US shut down legal
manufacture of aged beverages Jack Daniels Company, unlike many of their
competitiors, closed its doors but kept the property and waited out the dry
weather.
Factoid #3:
You can’t buy an open container of any alcohol in Moore County, or at the
Distillery, today. They sell packaged bottles in their store in the town
square, but no opening till you’re over the county line, and then, definitely not
till you are home or behind motel room doors.
Fact #4: Did
you know there really was a Jack? Jack
Daniels had run off from home at the age of six in the pre Civil War 1800’s. He
ended up staying with a man named Dan Call, who, among other things, knew how
to cook a smooth whiskey. Dan gave Jack the recipe at his death and by 1851 the
Daniel’s name was on bottles in more and more places. And Jack was only about 18.
#5: They say
the secret to JD is the spring water, bubbling down through layers of hard
limestone into an aquifer that still provides the JD company with 800 gallons a
minute of pure, clear water right on their property about 3 small town blocks
from the courthouse square in Lynchburg.
#6: Or it
may be that they hand make all their own charcoal in their own special way so
that the charcoal mellowing process, which can take weeks, is just RIGHT.
The several warehouses full of barreled and aging Jack each sit
on a different hill scattered around the north end of town. Whiskey in any form
is highly flammable. The Daniels Company only ever had one fire, at its St.
Louis Distillery during World War 1, when Tennessee was dry but the US wasn’t. They NEVER want another one. The ignited fumes alone could take out, at
today’s prices, a billion dollars worth of fine bourbon. And those handmade charred oak barrels they
age it in aren’t cheap either!
Lynchburg
was on the way to Manchester, Tennessee, and that’s where our cousins Myra and
Dave Kline live.
They are
both air force retirees though they work quite hard yet. Myra for the air force in contract writing
and Dave for an east coast trucking company.
At the same time they are building a new home and farmette on 10 acres
of land six miles from their current home which they have added onto and
improved constantly over the past 22 years.
Dave can’t
not be busy. Myra told us he hand carried over 36 loads of farm field stone to
build the wonderful water pond feature in his back yard...
...and later wasn’t
satisfied with an above grown pool and factory protective fence, so he built
and designed his own wrap-around deck
and patio.
Oh. And in his spare time he builds train layouts!
He’s been
making add-ons since they moved here from the Homestead Florida Air base in 1992.
They were one of many families that lost their home to Hurricane Andrew, at the time the costliest storm in US history.
Looks like they’ve made up for lost time.
Tomorrow we
go to the Coffee County Fair to see the children’s clothing items Myra has made
to compete there, and on Saturday we drive about an hour and a half away to
their daughter Mary’s home to see her five girls and her husband, wouldn’t you
know… a United Methodist Pastor.
Myra says we’re
taking her Camaro. She said tonight, “Ken,
you drive. The back seat is so small I
don’t want you to have to sit back there.”
Mona about choked on her steak. Me
behind the wheel of a powerful Camaro? I
think she’d feel safer if the Kline’s were Amish and I’d have to steer a
thoroughbred.
-Ken
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