“My grandfather was a moonshiner. He did not make the product, but supplied the materials for another man in the

community to make. Of course, they needed a secret place to keep stock. If you go into the barn, in the left corner is

the feed room. The barn is built against a rock wall. You will see one rock securely cemented in. That was where they

kept the goodies.

Last time I was there the trapdoor was still outside the barn. They just backed the truck up, lifted the door and stashed the jars.

When my grandfather passed, my grandmother had the pit filled in with dirt and the rock cemented.

Remember that they were selling to their neighbors. When a hardworking man needed a pint, there was no Kroger selling beer.

The driveway up to the house was loose gravel. When a vehicle came up, they heard it immediately and could hide or get rid of the stash.

Ed Barnard was sheriff and knew everyone that made and sold liquor. Unless you were blatantly advertising what you were doing, he had a blind eye. This is how many people supplemented their meager farming income.”

-      - Facebook post regarding Wild Bill Berrong, provided by Phyllis Berrong