text: <04/15/08> Mert Chastain, Monroe County TN.
  Mertice Jewell Chastain
  MERT'S MEMORIES
  Once upon a time on a hot, summer day (in fact, it was August 31, 1929, on a Saturday), this little baby girl was born. Yes, I was actually a little baby back then--can you believe that! I was named Mertice Jewell Chastain. What a name. My mother must have ran out of names because the doctor who delivered me gave me this name. His name was Dr. William F. Sharp. My parents were Caleb James Chastain (1897-1934) and Laura Rosetta Stewart (1895-1958). 1 was born in Monroe County, near Vonore and not far from the Mt. Zion Baptist Church. I was the 6th of seven children born to the most wonderful couple who were my parents. The first three children were my brothers, Claude, Blake and Joe. Then my parents had their first girl, who they named Dora Marie. She too was born on August 31, but four years before I was. But seven weeks later in October 1925, tragedy struck. Little Dora Marie was taken sick one day and passed away the next. She was stricken with meningitis, which in those days they didn't know what to do for it. My parents were very sad, but in 1927 they were blessed. with another baby girl who they named Mary Sue. Then the next child was me, which I mentioned in the beginning. I think I may have been reincarnated from my older sister, Dora Marie, since I came along on what would have been her fourth birthday. Is that cool or what? Anyway, they said I was a beautiful baby with blue eyes, blonde hair and fair complexion. Everyone said I looked like my mama, which was a compliment to her.
  But let's go back to the times before that when I was only 4 1/2 years old. One cold and windy day in March, I played outside with my sister, Sue, and my brothers, Joe and Blake. But I paid very dearly for what fun I had. That night before my parents went to bed, I started burning up with fever. I became delirious and saw what I thought was the booger-man peeping out from behind the door at me. I was so scared. When the doctors came, they said I was real sick with double pneumonia. The doctor (who was the same one that delivered me) told my father to go somewhere and get some whiskey or I wouldn't make it till morning. So he did. Regardless, I got so sick they had to do surgery to save me. There were three doctors who performed the surgery which took place on my mother's dining room table at home. The doctors were Dr. Sharp, Dr. McCollum and Dr. Kimbrough. They gave me some money not to cry because back ;hen they didn't put you to sleep --- just numbed it with needles. I didn't cry a tear and the doctors gave me about fifty cents, which was a lot of money back then. It took me a good little while to get well. My mother would carry me around out in the garden so I could get some sunshine. Doctors orders.
  Just about the time I was getting well, my father was diagnosed with cancer. It was such a sad time for the whole family. Doctors did surgery on him twice, but the cancer came back. The doctors said he would live about six months. He was so young to die and to have to leave his sweet wife whom he adored, and she him. But during his illness, he enjoyed his family. He played in the yard with us girls, Sue, Nell and I. Sue being the oldest girl, she naturally had to do more chores than I. One day my father asked me to go get him some fresh water from the spring so as to give sister Sue a break from carrying all the water. My dad told me my water was much colder than my sister's and he would love to have some of it. Well, this was just what I wanted to hear, and I go running to the spring. But things didn't work out quite as I expected because I was so excited that my dad preferred my water over my sister's --- I got in a big hurry and when I went to dip the half gallon bucket into the spring, I fell in head over heels and got soaking wet! I went back to the house crying without any water. But my dad said everything was alright and picked me up and loved me. And sister Sue, poor thing, had to carry the water after all. During the time of my dad's sickness, there were people who come and stayed day and night. Relatives, friends and neighbors brought food, etc. People cared for each other in those days. We were never left alone. I remember how people would sit in the yard all night and keep vigil. Then the day came in spite of everything anyone could do. While my brother, Joe, stood outside the window where our father lay in bed, the death angels came and carried him to Heaven to be with Jesus and little Dora Marie. Our whole family was very sad because we loved and missed him. Our mother loved and missed him so much that she never dated another man. Although she was only 37 years old, she remained single until she went to be with our father in 1958 at the age of 64.
  I went to school in a little two room school house called Mt. Zion. The first through fourth grades were in what they called "the little room" and the fifth through eighth grades were in the "big room". There was a wall in the middle that raised up so that when we had any kind of program, it was just one big room. At school we had a beautiful Christmas tree. Some of the older boys and girls would go out and cut a huge tree for the school house and got to help decorate it too. They got holly, mistletoe and pine cones to use to pretty everything up. At home I never had a Christmas tree, except one time. I remember my mother put up a cedar tree and the only thing we had to decorate it with was cotton from the quilt bats. People were so poor back then they couldn't buy things for a tree. All the money went for food and clothes. I only got new shoes in the fall when school started. I went barefoot in the summer except when I went to church. At Christmas time at the school program, everyone got a bag of treats which included an apple, orange, nuts and some candy. And the church gave everyone the same thing on the Sunday night before Christmas. The children were so happy, they could hardly wait till they got home to eat it. I would lie in bed at night and wonder what Santa would bring me. My mother would always hang our stockings on the mantle, and the next morning when I got up, there was always some fruit, nuts and candy inside them. One time I got a doll from Santa. It was made out of pink cloth except for its head. It had black feet and hands. I thought that was the prettiest doll in the whole wide world, and to me, it was. Once my teacher at school gave me a present for being the best speller in her class. I never had to study like the other kids did. I just looked at the words one time and that was it. Of course I was no expert, but I was good. Teachers I can remember were: Otella Sloan, Helen Stratton, Pearl Dean, Louise Curtis, Miss. Tom Loveday and Susie Boyd. One whole winter, Susie Boyd boarded in our home while she taught at nearby Mt. Zion School. Her room was once my mother's old kitchen and she had her own stove, chair and bed. Sometimes before bed, she would come out of her room and sit and talk with us around the wood stove heater. We walked to school with her each morning.
  I remember one incident really well. One summer when I was 7 or 8 years old, we had a hound dog called "ole June". It left for two weeks and came back with rabies. Sister Sue and I went to the spring early one morning and when we returned home, ole June was in the yard. My brother, Joe, was standing on the edge of the front porch and yelled 'Get in the house, this dog is mad!" By the time my sister and I got in the house, ole June attacked our only pig which was half grown. Ole June bit the pig on the hind leg and my brother then shot him/her with a 22 rifle. Ole June was dead. The pig never went mad and we ate it later on during the-fall or winter months.