Interview of Mr. Angus Jameson
Approximate transcription of selected portions of an interview with Mr. Angus Jameson on January 28, 1984. The interview was conducted by Kimberley Jeannine Hedges.
Note: Mr. Jameson speaks of "Uncle Fox". This is a nickname for Paul Tatum, son of Albert Tatum.
Kimberley: The following is an interview with Mr. Angus Jameson, whose parents purchased the Albert Tatum house in the early twentieth century. The interview was recorded on Saturday, January 28, 1984.
Mr. Jameson: Uncle Fox was living here, I don't know if he had sold his interest in the house, but Uncle Fox was living here when Mother and Daddy started renting it in 1912. He probably died in 1914 or '15. The attic was only three stories high. He decided one time he was going to fly and actually he put on a bunch of sweaters. I don't know why. He was trying to catch wind some how or another. And a bunch of umbrellas, and he jumped out of the upstairs windows. He was supposed to be an intelligent fellow, but he didn't have any better sense than to think he could fly. Coming down from up there with umbrellas. I'm sure they were pretty heavy umbrellas but they turned wrong side out and he liked to broke his neck. He went out to Hendricks Lake one time and he was going to walk on water. He tied some buckets, 5-gallon buckets, to each foot. He stepped out of a boat onto the water, naturally the buckets stayed on the water, but his head went under. His feet stayed up but his head went under. So the story goes. His daddy said if he didn't have any more sense than that to let him drown, but somebody got him out.
Now when I was a little tot getting into everything, I just loved to play underneath the stairs. The upstairs were rented out. For some reason I got underneath the stairs going to the attic, and I found a churn with a rag tied over it. I pull the rag off and you never smelled such a mess in your life. Well, the people that lived upstairs weren't any of them at home. I went and told mother about that mess. Well, as soon as I told her she knew that it was home brew. She came on and she wasn't going to have anything like that in her house. She got one side of it and I got the other to bring it down stairs. It was mother's old churn, one she's discarded cause it was cracked. I was a little booger, we bumped one end of it on the steps and it come out of it and home brew went all over the house. (Laugh) We had a rough smelling house for a good while.
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