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Visions of Yankeetown, 27 February 1999 to 20 November 1999.

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Island #9

My folks bought a Jim Walters shell of a stilt house and finished it about 20 years ago. It is the third or fourth house from the last on the river as you go out. They've sold it now but we have some great memories. My wife and I bought one of the "river islands" down at the cut just before Pat's Elbow. We still have it but don't get up that way as often as we would like. We live in St. Pete. Our daughter is almost grown now but when she was little, we would camp up there quite often. Usually we would bring some friends, some food and drink, a bag of oysters, and have a great time for a few days. For a number of years we would spend the Thanksgiving weekend. Yankeetown is a wonderful place and I am still awed by the natural beauty of the river.

David Stinnette

12 November 1999 at 1329

stuck car



8 November 1999 at 2003

More about Izaaks

To go along with Keiths story, I too remember the apartment where that certain chef used to live, but besides Rush, I remember a few strains of 2 live crew being played as well. I was sad to hear that Izaaks burned, as it was a great place to hang out, and work. Even though I have a much better job now, Izaaks provided a lot of great and memorable moments for me. We had a great crew, and If I am right, we were probably one of the first crews to work there,(Andy, Eric, Jimmy, myself, and a few others whose names I don't remember). So...goodbye to a great place, that won't soon be forgotten.


26 September 1999 at 2138

Stafford Sink Hole

Reading all this memories is about the greatest thing I can remember reading. Yall keep up the good work writing. my little story to add again is the story of Mr Stafford riding his horse to the sink hole after a long day riding, he went down to the hole and he never came back after that so now the sink hole is called Stafford Sink, it is located about 5 miles north of Inglis, across from the Lebanon Farm area. This story was told to me when I was a little girl from my Grandfather, Cass Robinson. I believe it to be true, because anything he told was true. I love reading all these memories, brings back so many of my childhood days, that I loved so much Maybe I will come up with another Cass Robinson story at another date.

Mary Ellzey McKay

18 August 1999 at 1420


My Mother was one of the last of the truly great ladys and I will miss her more then I can say she had become my life and I have such a void but in time it will fill with memmories of her.


28 July 1999 at 1904

July 26, 1999 another of our townspeople passed on... Audrey Richards died suddenly on Monday. She was an amazing woman...several years ago she was in a bad car wreck and it looked as if she would never walk again....but she did! She was always busy doing something.... She always had a big smile on her face and seemed to enjoy life to its fullest.. She helped put together the equipment for the Yankeetown School's Playground....she was always with daughter Joyce doing things to raise money to get a Gym for the school... What I will miss the most is her happy smile and good words for everyone.... to know Audrey was to LOVE AUDREY....

Sue Seely

28 July 1999 at 0412

Memories of the Izaak Walton Lodge

There were a couple of rooms above the kitchen at the lodge which were used as living quarters. They were at the top of some rickety, truly scary stairs. At the time, they housed a masterful chef who, by chance, was also a highly skilled diesel mechanic. A true Renaissance man. Certain nights, with the smell of dinner and diesel eminating from every pore of every surface in the room, that cook and I would listen to Rush and discuss philosophy, and women, and the philosophy of women. It's likely that we discovered no new truths during those sessions. We were young and full of everything but wisdom, but those conversations were the stuff of dreams and, now, perhaps a bit wiser, I'm truly sorry to hear that our meeting place is gone...

Keith Caudle

27 July 1999 at 1903

staff writer

7/22/99: The Izaak Walton Lodge has apparently burned down this morning - anyone with some good history on it? We would need it immediately!

Marina Blomberg

22 July 1999 at 1113

Life in Yankeetown

Life here is good....sometimes is what ever you make it....small enough to feel good that you know most everybody and to actually care about be happy and joyful at the good news and to be sad at the bad...many...yes...many good people live here...and they CARE....we are lucky....just a few Sunday afternoon rambling thoughts about a GREAT Place to LIVE ...

Sue Seely

11 July 1999 at 1717

Some of my memories

When I first heard that Andy was coming up with this website for Yankeetown I thought it was a good idea, now I think it is WONDERFUL. Reading some of these stories make you feel strange, like you are going back in time. I attended Yankeetown School from K to 8th grade and have many many memories. I made friendships that are still going and some that aren't. My two dearest friends that are like sisters to me Jamie Jamison and Cindy Seely both have left for a little while but we still get to see each other and I am so thankful when we do get to see each other. Mrs Seely and Ms Jamison both took great care of me whenever I was around and my mother knew I was in good hands. I sat down to lunch with an old friend a couple of months ago, and we laughed about some old times from elementary and middle school, for instance like who we all thought each other would marry, and how it didn't happen that way. Although she did marry a boy we went to school with and now they have two children that are adorable. There are many more memories to write about, so I guess that means I will just have to visit everyday, cause that is about how long it would take to talk about all the wonderful memories I have of Inglis/Yankeetown. By the way the bridge doesn't belong on a Yankeetown page, because it is in Inglis....

Jodee Parker

27 May 1999 at 1641

coast guard station

I was stationed on the U.S. Coast Guard station and which was in the seventies a houseboat. Even though many years have passed and I have yet to make it back to visit. I've never forgotten the specialness of Yankeetown. I remember the rustic fishing lodge and always wanted to come back as a guest. The little tiny post office. We use to tow many fisherman back in when thier boats broke down and they would give us frest fish and shrimp in appreciation. I remember when we were ready to make some interdiction drug bust and our C.O. told someone in town and the whole town knew before we the crew did! I was amazed to see alligator's and the "cooter's" in the Withlacootche river and I've never heard those river turtles called cooter's anywhere else. I did get to sample the many different flavor's of the turtles-excellent. And when a few fellow crewmen and myself got busted for water-sking behind a patrol boat! We all dealt with boredom in our own unigue way's. Enough said,I was orginally from Miami, but I have much fonder memories of Yankeetown. I now live in the mountain's of East Tennesse but still think of Yankeetown.I also read every story and thanks for allowing a visitor as myself to include thier story.

John L.

24 May 1999 at 2213

A Great Place To Be

I am in the 6th grade at Yankeetown School and this is just to say that the Yankeetown/Iglis area has been a great place to grow up. Although it can get rather boring, I would rather live here than anywhere else in the world. I have lived here since I was 4 years old and I wish to live here for many,many more years to come.

Melinda Biggs

16 May 1999 at 1828

i was wondering if you could please help me find my dad howard (pete) tschappatt he lives in yankeetown somewhere. office 740-264-2241 thank you----65 yrs old?

allen taylor

23 April 1999 at 1204

More Memories

Sitting here at the computer this morning and catching up on Storyboard (thanks, Andrew), I couldnt help letting my mind drift back to those early years in Yankeetown. There are memories indelibly etched in my brain such as: Waking at daylight to the sound of the "Snowbird" trout fishermen cranking their little boats powered by aircooled (lawnmower) engines. The hours spend drying out my outboard motor after it was sunk by the tug and barge overnight. My first sighting of a waterspout while alone on the trout flats and the indecision on what I should do. As it turned out, luckily for me, I did the best thing by doing nothing. The spout appeared to reach land and then withdrew back into the clouds. My first cobia catch. Not many in Yankeetown knew what it was. We learned very quickly that it was a delicious eating fish. The shock of having a manatee swim directly under my boat in Bennett's Creek and seeing the propeller scars on its back. The many bird racks out on the trout flats where guano was once collected. They have been gone for years, destroyed by storms. Catching redfish in the blowholes at the mouth of the river. Discovering that my drinking water jar that was staying cool in the fish box had leaked fish slime into it. I was thirsty for a long time. Being caught in a thunderstorm in a small boat with my brother-in-law while fishing a little grouper hole. Gathering oysters with my father-in-law in freezing cold weather with little mini-bottles of booze in our pockets. And there is no way to forget the Saturday night square dances. I was never a dancer but I loved to watch. The good times we had at Benner's bar in Inglis. It's a shock now to see the number of vehicles, trailers, and boats at the end of the road. I prefer remembering it as it used to be. Thanks for allowing me to reminisce a bit. There will probably be more at a later date.

Carroll Watts

9 March 1999 at 0935