Hyatt Davis Whetsell Jr.

Hope you have a happy day remembering Hyatt today, MarySue. Thinking about you with love. Judi

Rest in Peace my good friend.

They say you never hunger in heaven, but barbecue must be somewhere behind those gates now. RIP Hyatt.

My husband and I met The King in 1999 at a horse camp at Mt. Rogers. It was a fortuitous meeting that led to many horseback trail rides, camping trips and a night ride or two. I have made lifelong friends as a result of this meeting. I am grateful for his efforts to draw us all together. Hyatt liked nothing better than getting everyone together, especially for the Time Change Events. I know my North Carolina family joins me in saying Hidy left us too soon and we will honor his memory by...

Carol Sutton Turner & Roy Turner

The Human Touch
'Tis the human touch
in this world that counts,
The touch of your hand and mine,
Which means far more
to the fainting heart
Than shelter and bread and wine.
For shelter is gone
when the night is o'er,
And bread lasts only a day.
But the touch of the hand
And the sound of the voice
Sing on in the soul always.


(Missing your hand in mine.)

I,ve known Hyatt since the mid 1970s. He was a gentleman and always lit up the conversation when we talked. He will be missed. My condolences to Hyatt's family and friends.

I was very close with Hyatt and I will miss him always.

we will all miss you GRASSHOPPER may your live above be splendid