Pictures of the Molloy, Jasper, Vaught, Trusty Family

Photo and information provided by John M. Vaught Son of Cyrus Thomas Vaught & Hazel Wiles.   Old Hunting Memories Of Years Past By John Vaught How many of you hunters have used a kerosene lantern for light while walking to hunt ? How many can remember the smell of this type of light, and the use of a two cell flash light being used to shine a tree to find possum or coon or maybe even a house cat? If not you just might have lost out on the true meaning of a real hunt. In my later years as a youngster we moved up to a carbide light these lights were a trick for finding a coon as the coon would look directly at this dim light. If all else failed there was an option to climb the tree. I myself wasn't much at climbing, but hunted with two friends that no doubt were the best. The smell of a kerosene lantern was a most comfortable feeling to me as a youngster, and all the memories of such a light brings tears to my eyes of missing my Daddy as well as joy to my heart to have these fond memories of the hunts with him as a child. Have you ever sat by a corn field in the late fall waiting for a dog to strike while listenning to wind blow those corn stalks making them rattle such a beautiful sound? Have you ever stopped at a neighbors spring for a drink of cool spring water, and find that maxwell, Jfg, coffee can there to drink out of ? Have you ever made it to a barn during a storm to find anything any more relaxing than listening to the rain falling on a tin roof making you sleepy, and then maybe to lay down in the hay while the storm passes ? All these memories are a part of my growing up in Pulaski County Kentucky with a loving home provived by my Mother, and Daddy. Hell yes we were poor, but we had love, and respect, and we were clean, and had plenty to eat, but not without work we as children had lots of things to do. Times have truly changed since way back then more modern no doubt, more educated no doubt, however I do believe the respect, and love of the parents has somehow faded as time has passed.     Ely Mac & Annie Wiles with Grand Daughters Margeret , and Lillian Vaught, and dog Hoover. Margeret & Lillian daughters of Cyrus Thomas Vaught & Hazel Wiles     William Marion Vaught & Elizabeth (Betty) Jasper. G-Grandparents of thr Molloys and Grandparents of John Vaught.   Uncle Cyrus Vaught in middle back row. Uncle Jarvis in front of him, and Clifford (Dude) Vaught on the right.      Top picture Charlsie (Vaught) Buis, Johnny Vaught, Sue (Vaught ) Buis, bottom picture Lorena Vaught, Johnny Vaught. Lorena is Uncle Jim Vaught's daughter brother of Cyrus Thomas Vaught . Shady Grove Church Grounds 2006.   John Marion Vaught and the Molloys are 1st cousins 1 time removed & Charlcia Hamilton 2nd cousins. Their common ancestors are William Marion Vaught and Elizabeth (Betty) Jasper.     Lillian,Tom, Marg, Recie Vaught, Hazel (Wiles) Vaught holding Jean, Cyrus Thomas Vaught holding Betty Vaught.   Cyrus Vaught & Jarvis (Jarbo) Vaught Date Taken: 1994, Shady Grove Church     Left to right Jack Vaught, Larry Hines, Jeff Vaugt, Cyrus Vaught. Larry ,Wayne Hines caught the bus at our house on Rock Lick . Each morning was such a treat as they would come early to set talk and have fun before school. Thank you Larry , Wayne Hines for your loving friendship down through the years. I love cherrish and think often of our times together......... Date Taken: estimate 1965, Place Taken: Rocklick Ky. John Vaught      George Wiles GG-Grandfather of John Vaught.    Johnny Vaught on left, Sue Vaught on right with rooster. Hazel (Wiles) Vaught Date Taken: 1951 amd 8 months Place Taken: Jacksonville Ridge Ky. USA   This is a picture of my sister Margeret Vaught, and my Aunt Faye (Wiles) Spears my mother's sister the other woman looks like Uncle Jarvis's daught Ruby, not for sure if it is or not. Place Taken: Cinn. Ohio     Cyrus Vaught with Mike Barber (Grandson) Jack Vaught. Mike is the son of Lillian (Barber) Vaught Date Taken: estimate 1953 or 1954. Place Taken: Rocklick Ky.     This is Cyrus Vaught son of William Marion and Elizabeth Jasper Vaught b. 12/27/1911 Date Taken: abt.1931   Mike Barber, small child Garnett Hampton, Charlsie, Jack, Johnny , Jeff Vaught   Children of Cyrus & Hazel Vaught. Left to right.....Johnny, Jean, Charlsie, Sue, & Betty Vaught. 1951, Jacksoville Ky.   Sister of John Vaught. L to R Charlsie, Jean, Betty. 1st cousins 1 time removed of the Molloys. Their common ancestors are William Marion Vaught and Elizabeth (Betty) Jasper.     Killas E. Vaught Son of William Marion (Bud) Vaught. A kind loving man that was a prankster.   Dog, Sue, Charlsie Vaught. The shadow is our sister Margaret.   Sam & Son Ben   Just a little story about Sam. Sam was the first bluetick ever I owned . I bought in in 1989 and from that point on just loved his character and he made a great coon dog. This hound wanted no help from another dog and would not pack up with the other dogs in a hunt. He was a loner and if a dog struck a coon track close to where you turned them lose he would join in and help out, but if a few mins past Sam was on his own no matter what the other dogs were doing. He refused to run anything but a coon would not tree a possum. I hunted this hound in all kinds of weather conditions and it mattered not about wind, rain, snow he would go find a coon if one could be found. He was a jealous dog getting angry and would pout. One thing he would pout about .......if I put food in the other dogs pan first he would dart into his dog house and not come out to eat until I left the kennel.......He loved when I put fresh straw in his dog house.......after it was put in he would go right in there and start making it ready to sleep on. When he got low on water in his water bucket he would look into it and bark. He was as close to a human as any dog ever I have owned. A great friend to me when he was on earth and yes I still miss him. I owned sons and daughters out of him but none were as personal as ...........Kentucky Blue Hammer Sam.............. John Vaught Feb 19, 2008

Stories of the Past This small pine still stands today on a hill overlooking Rocklick Creek it looked the same back in the late 1960's early 70's . Please notice the black on this tree and also the ground . Notice the ground that it has a dug out whole. In this spot use to be a furnace for a beer boiler concrete blocks were on each side for the boiler to sit on. To the left the remainder of the still was set up. After filling the boiler with beer femanted in barrels that were burried to the left of the pine tree ( at this location there were 4 each 55 gallon wooden barrels ) buried to ferment beer for whiskey making. Now back to the way the still was sit up. The boiler had a lid that fit the top and in the middle of the lid was the cap. The cap had a whole in it for the blow pipe (4" in diameter) to fit in and run to the thump keg that was a vessel (4ft X 3ft) to hold stem. At the thump keg was a hole for the blow pipe to fit into on one side running from the cooker/boiler bringing steam in to fill the thump keg. The other side of the Thump keg was where the worm connected and stem would then flow into the worm. Worm was copper 3/4 to1 in. diamater and coiled in a coil to fit in a # 3 wash tube . The tub was filled with cool water and when the stem got started down the copper worm coil it then turned to liquid which then was moonshine whiskey Whiskey Making.   Whiskey making was very popular in Kentucky for many many many years. My Dad was as good as they come when it came to making White Lighting. Yes it was illegal but what the hell people that drink were going to get their fix somewhere........................ I can remember the goody good acting like they were better than the best and when in reality they were worse than the worse............... Oh well on with this story and a few funny ones along the way. We made whiskey out of a lot of different things..............corn was a most popular thing to use but other things such as peaches were among the favorites of most drinkers and we sure had a lot of people wanting Peach Brandy. In the fall of the year Pap would send to South Carolina to get peaches. A man from Casey Count would go and get a load for us. He had a ton truck with 4 ft racks on it he filled it to the top of the racks. This was enough peaches to fill 14 barrels for fermenting. These 14 barrels would average 6.5 to 7 gallons of good high proof whiskey fit for a king to drink. One Funny Story. One funny story. Pap had a partner helping him at one time. This partner always brought his lunch / dinner in a small brown bag. This day was like any other day as Dad and this man filled the boiler with still beer and capped it off and sit back to wait for the worm to fill with steam and then out of the worm would come good moonshine whiskey that was at least 200 proof to start with. As they were finishing preperation and starting to see whiskey coming out of the worm Mr. H. took off running and Pap not knowing what was going on took off like a jet in the other direction thinking the law was upon them. As he ran through the woods he came upon Mr. H. and and ask him what the hell was he running from. Mr. H politely replied, that dam dog of yours run off with my dinner and had it ate before I caught him. They had a laugh and got back to the still to finish the run of whiskey. I heard this told so many times by these two and each time they laughed until tears came from their eyes. Mr. H. remained a true friend and neighbor down through the years and meant so much to me in my growing up on Rock Lick Creek 10 Generations. 10 generations here in the Vaught family.............Grandpa Vaught was the best of best and passed it down to my Daddy I made the10th generation but my career was cut short due to some wonderful ready for sainthood neighbor turned the still in to law enforcement. However all in all it was a wonderful wonderful part of my life and so many time down throuugh the years I often think of this and wish I had taken pictures..... Deliveries. Saturdays were for deliveries the area we serviced with door to door service were. Science Hill, Mt Zion, Poplar Hill. Mintonville , Argyle, Wheldon Ridge, Ansel, Vaught Ridge, Cedar Knob and Hogue not in this order. Older women like the moonshine and often were the ones that came out to greet us with a piece of homemade pie. Pap would then present them with their weekly medication but not before sampling it in front of them and then they would get a drink and then the green was in our hand and off we would go to the next desrving satisfied customer. Sorghum Making Time. Grand Pa Vaught .........Will Marion Bud Vaught. A very gentle but yet firm man was known by many people as a great neighbor and friend. I can remember the great feeling being around him and the love he had for us kids My Dad Cyrus Vaught was also of the prank nature type person. At Sorghum making time. I can remember Grand Pa Vaught coming to the stir offs the first thing he would do he would fix the skimming hole which would bring lots of laughter to the whole bunch gathered there for the work and fun. I don't know which one would laugh the most or loudest my Daddy or Grand Pa Vaught when someone stepped in the hole. Howard ( Padgett ) Dick Denny Haste , Floyd Hodge, Lincoln Hodge, Dude Vaught, Talmadge Irvine , Preach Dick. Oscar Roberts , Rubin Irvine, Roscoe Dye, were just a few of the visitors that would come at time of the stir offs. Padgett Dick was the one that got in the skimming Hole the most ???????? A little shine always would brighten up all events and there was some of that around in those days. My Dad was a great dancer to any type of music he could dance to Rock and Roll or he could dance to good up beat tempo bluegrass. Grand Pa Vaught was a great singer. I have been told and some of the other Vaught's were some what musically inclined. Grand Pa Vaught  He and grand ma (sweet bread perfectionist all that have ate it will know what I mean) lived in a little building next to us (that uncle Chester and my Dad renovated an old chicken house to make living quarters for them) there on Rock Lick during the last days of their lives. Mom and Dad cooked, cleaned and cleaned up after them for a while during the sixties. I remember having the pleasure of taking their breakfast to them and what a treat it was just getting to spend that time with them. He (grand pa vaught ) kept a big huge large peppermint stick candy in an old trunk he had along with twist chewing >>> backer <<< lol lol lol he would give me a piece of that and it tasted like candy just a tad but had that tobacco taste also ...........yes I ate it..............I remember him saying the tobacco is what made it good. The fall before he died that following winter he helped strip cane for sorghum making. I remember him asking my Mom ......Hazel what are you going to do with all these green beans having lost some of his thinking capacity he thought we were breaking beans you would assume but knowing how myself, my Dad my uncles like to pull pranks I have to wonder if he was still at great personality in his last few months. Daddy told me a story on Uncle Killis that in the fall of the year Killis had been known to take burlap sacks and stuff down neighbor chimneys then when they built a fire on that first cold day smoke would fill the house.