Mary Lou Parrott shared many life precious moments in October 2017. Mary Lou’s dearest memory was her marriage of 65 wonderful years to Gene Parrott. Gene and Mary Lou forged a lifetime of priceless love and enduring support which will greatly influence the family generations to come. The following life story was written with Mary Lou’s own words.
I am grateful that I have so many wonderful memories of growing up on a farm in Oneida, a wonderful marriage for 65 years, and a loving family. I would like to share with you some of those blessed experiences.
I was born in a rural area of Scott County called Grave Hill, five miles southwest of Oneida, Tennessee. My parents, Reason and Mary Thomas, accumulated 600 acres of farm land, forest, and streams. Our farm animals were raised for food and daily pay.
Reason and Mary Thomas were hard-working country people who raised four children –Roy Orlando, Chrystal Clara, Orison Maynard (Tom), and me. Another son, Orville Lee, tragically died in a farm accident at the age of seven before I was born. Orville’s passing was hard on my parents, but both of them knew they had to carry on for the sake of the family. Orville is buried in the Grave Hill Cemetery along with my other two brothers, parents, grandparents on my dad’s side, uncles, aunts, and ancestors dating back to the Civil War. Many folks were related in Oneida. Most of my cousins lived in Grave Hill or Oneida.
My dad was raised on a farm about 6 miles from Oneida. Dad was the second of 13 children. The one story I heard many times was about my grandma and the girls putting on a large iron pot of soup beans every day. In the wintertime, they cooked the pot of beans over the fire in the fireplace. Of course, they grew their own vegetables, but for 13 children to be fed, my grandma would plant and harvest enough soup beans for their eating every day of the year.
Now, my mother’s background was different. She was raised in a strict preacher’s home where my grandpa told the family what to do on their farm while he, an evangelist, was holding revivals all over the countryside. The children were providing for most of their needs by the age of 12.
I was born on July 29th, 1931 during the Great Depression. I never realized how bad the depression times were, but I remember Dad and Mom taking loads of food to the poor. Our farm provided enough crops that my parents could be generous to those in need. As the story goes on the day I was born, Dad was at the barn saddling up his horse to go for the doctor. A neighbor came and told Dad that he had no food to feed his family, not even for breakfast. Dad told the neighbor to go one mile to Grandpa Thomas’ country store and tell Grandpa to give him two days of food and that Dad would be at the store before the two days were up to pay for the groceries. After Dad paid Grandpa, he took Roy, Chrystal, and Tom to gather a wagon load of the July’s bounty of fruits and vegetables from our farm for the needy family.
I had a healthy life on the big farm. We raised chickens, purebred Aberdeen cattle, two or three milk cows, and flocks of sheep. My parents planted everything that could be planted in the rich soil and practically all the food we ate came from our farm. There was plenty of work on the farm to keep everyone very busy. During the plowing, planting, and harvest seasons, Dad hired several workhands who were mostly kinfolk - some being housed and fed by Dad and Mom. All our family helped in the fields at times when needed. I would rather work out in the field as in the house.
My dreaded menace was poison ivy. I was so highly sensitive to the ivy that my arms, legs, face, scalp, and all uncovered body parts would be become blistery, feverous, and extremely uncomfortable. Drug store medicine and doctor treatments seemed to have little healing effect on me. So Dad, a self-proclaimed veterinarian for all his farm animals, pronounced he would 'doctor' my poison-ivy infections. Dad would leave for the barn (I was instantly happy!) where he made a mixture of Bluestone sheep medicine and water. He would proceed to wash my arms and legs in this mixture and dab some on my face, hair, and all infected areas. There was instant pain relief. The infected areas would soon dry up and my arms, legs, face, and scalp would return to normal. I never experienced any side effects. Later in life, my brother Professor Roy Thomas, an Agriculture teacher at West Virginia University, shared Dad’s poison-ivy Bluestone treatment with another University colleague whose daughter had a poison-ivy infection that was not responding to treatments. Roy’s colleague tried the Bluestone-Water mixture on his daughter and sure enough, it worked!
The many farm animals were cared for year-round. My favorite chore was feeding the newly born lambs whose mother ewes did not claim. My brothers would milk the cows and fix big bottles for me to feed the lambs. Oh, how my brothers would brag on me. I was the grandest worker in the world! It was not until I was in the 7th grade that I realized that my brothers just didn’t want to feed those lambs themselves. Still, it was good to go to the flock and have the little lambs waiting for me. It was always good to be needed.
Another part of farming I thoroughly enjoyed was tending and grooming a purebred black Aberdeen calf for the county fair. One year, I had a heifer and my brother Tom prepared a young bull for the fair. Our top goal was to beat our doctor’s entry. That year, I won second prize and Tom won first prize. We won that time!
The county fair provided opportunities for several activities - farm animals, canning and vegetable exhibits, sewing, and many others. My fun came when schools competed in different races at the fair. I won the sack race one year. Another girl bragged how good she was. She was fast but fell two times, giving me the chance to win. As the girl and her friends gathered around each other celebrating her victory, a one-legged man stepped out of the crowd and told the referees, “No, this little girl from Grave Hill won. Oh yes, she did!” This man was the Superintendent of Scott County Schools. Now, that was a race I’ll always remember.
In addition to all the vegetables and fruits grown on our land, hay and corn were also harvested on our land. The hay was mowed, stacked, and hauled to the barn. My job was to tramp down the hay as my brothers tossed it into the wagon. Including feed for the cows, hay served many uses for our farm. By spring, the hay loft in the barn was empty. Fields of corn were planted and harvested every year. Everyone helped to chop the weeds out and pull the suckers off. My extra job was to toss a teaspoon of nitrate beside every hill of corn. That was one job I did not like! Shucking corn was the fun part! When all the corn was gathered into a special bin, people from miles came and we partied all day. Mom prepared a whole hog, many chickens, pies and more pies, and cakes. We had the festival of the year with our kinfolk and neighbors shucking the whole bin for winter use.
Molasses was a huge harvest for our community. We bought molasses from our neighbors when they had the molasses stir-offs. The stir-offs came after school started and Dad could not do stir-offs on his farm because of his teaching at school. We attended all the neighbors’ stir-offs with our kinfolk and others from all over the county. With the cane juice bubbling into delicious molasses, the stir-offs took all day up till midnight. What a social event this was!
At home, Mom would bake gingerbread cookies and stack cakes made with the rich molasses. She would give me a quart of buttermilk and gingerbread cookies to take to Dad when he worked in the fields.
Dad had 8 beehive houses outside the front gate of our house. After the wings were clipped, a queen bee was placed in each hive to attract local bees. Honey comb trays were stacked in each hive to gather the sweet nectar. Mom would use the honey to sweeten homemade cookies, cakes, and the best flapjacks ever! The honey jar on our dining table was always filled with the tasty honey and combs. Our pink honey jar was an authentic Depression glass called Open Rose.
Dad worked the farm and was the teacher of our one-room schoolhouse. He taught all grades 1st through 8th. One time, Dad won the countywide award for having more students go to college than any of the other county schools. My brother Tom was in this schoolhouse with me. Tom was very studious and looked after me always. There was the time when we returned to school after having the mumps and Mother told him to keep me from overly exerting myself when we went out to play. He would hardly let me move! He was a good brother and I was glad that he was there with me.
Mom saw about the farm while Dad was teaching at the schoolhouse. She raised chickens and supervised everything including the field hands who worked the farm while Dad was teaching. My sister Chrystal was a tremendous help with the household keeping and gifted with the caring for our needs. I have always appreciated Chrystal’s strong support and priceless love throughout the years of our lives.
I remember Mom singing to the chickens, “Oh! Suzanna, Oh don’t you cry for me. For I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee.” and the chickens would gather around and cluck in tune and rhythm with Mom. Mom was lead singer with the Cross Family Singers and our church services. She was also a resourceful creative person who could do anything. She made all our clothes and sewed dresses for women who didn’t have her skills. Occasionally, she’d cut men’s hair. Mom prepared the bread and wine for our church which met in the schoolhouse just 700 yards below where we lived. When Dad would cut timber, he would use some of the timber to make coffins for the needy people. Mom sewed the coffin linings on her old treadle sewing machine using material bought wholesale at the general store in Oneida. I like the fact that Dad and Mom were so generous to the poor. They always helped to lift up those who were in the midst of hard time.
Dad had given the ground to the county to build an elementary one-room schoolhouse. At the front of the room were benches where students were taught while other students who were studying sat at individual desks towards the back. Recess in my elementary days was choice time. The whole school played together a variety of games - marbles, volleyball, softball, hopscotch, and sack racing. At the end of the school day, Dad’s four children (Roy, Chrystal, Tom, and me) served as janitors - sweeping, dusting, and other chores. That was a job we all disliked! Things were so different from today. School plays were performed for the community people. Mr. Scrooge was a good play along with other plays having good morals behind them.
The church met in the schoolhouse which tied our community together. Sometimes we brought dinners to the schoolhouse, spreading our foods on the grounds and enjoying the gatherings. To raise money for the school and church, we had fun nights with many plays, races, games, cake walks, and pie suppers. The guys saved money all year to buy the pie donated by a special girl! Since the country was coming out of the Depression years and people needed to eat, a soup kitchen was built at the end of the schoolhouse. About 300 yards from our schoolhouse-church was a creek running at the edge of the property. This creek served as a baptizing hole and was an ice skating place for the school children. Every year, our church celebrated Memorial Day on the second weekend of June with all day preaching and dinner on the grounds. We attended the Memorial services of all the surrounding graveyards. What a wonderful time to see folks and friends!
My dad had been a US Army Second Lieutenant in World War I. He was a devoted proud American who always bowed at the eleventh minute at the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month to thank God for freedom and the opportunities afforded by it. This was Armistice Day.
My parents’ influence has been a guiding light for my life. Dad could be strict and I have to say that he was tight on my sister Chrystal and me. Looking back, I appreciate that. All we had to do was look and watch the way that Dad and Mom lived and the high value placed on our church, education, and love. Our family and home was filled with love. I was always the baby of the family, even well into my sixties.
To this country girl who attended a one-room schoolhouse for eight years, making the huge step to high school in Oneida was more than I could comprehend. High school subjects were very general but were more intent in the classrooms. Math courses were my favorite classes. I did not like literature, science, or composition. So very average were my accomplishments. The courses were gauged to prepare students for work or higher education. Very few went on the college while others started work, got married and had families early.
Mother and I prepared a wardrobe that we thought might be appropriate for high school. Thin blouses were popular so I got two. On the first day of school, the principal called all freshmen to meet in the Assembly Room. I arrived about 5 to 10 minutes early. My Grave Hill schoolmates and I scooted into three seats on the third row. Soon, a very sophisticated town girl sat down in front of us. She had on a lovely thin blouse. I did not wear one of my thin blouses that day. Thank Goodness! I realized that she had two straps showing through her blouse. I did not know that I needed two straps since I wore a bodice slip and not a bra. At home that evening, Mother and I mended one of my sister Chrystal’s old bras to fit me. The next school day I proudly wore my thin blouse with two straps underneath. In fact, I wore many of my beautiful sister Chrystal’s suits and dresses making me the vogue of pictures.
High school had a variety of entertainment - basketball, schools plays, singing performances. Since my community bus ran one hour after classes, ‘Just Hanging Out’ after school was a very special time. It did not take long until the town girls became my best friends. Two or three of my best friends would go home with me on weekend visits. We rode horses, slid in the hay, made taffy, popped popcorn, and enjoyed many things of the farm life. I always loved having a lot of friends around me. My mother never complained.
I graduated from high school with the credentials to attend Berea College and later transferred to Tennessee Tech earning a Bachelor’s Degree in Business. After I was married, I returned to Tennessee Tech to receive my teaching certificate.
I knew I was led by the Spirit of God to meet and marry Gene Parrott. November 8, 1952 was a marvelous happy day in my life when I was married the Love of my Life at Bethlehem Baptist Church in Oneida. We returned from our honeymoon in Atlanta with $45 for a glorious start!
When I married Gene, I became a part of the best family ever! Gene’s background of growing-up on a farm suited me exactly. After serving our country as a US Marine in World War II then earning his Bachelor’s Degree in Agriculture from Tennessee Tech, Gene worked as an associate, manager, and consultant with Dairymen of America. Even though I worked as a teacher, I had many opportunities to go to Gene’s work conferences in many cities. We knew several dairymen and many became lifelong best friends. We also invested in property, using it more as a recreation than as a living income. Our Smoky Mountain cottage, nestled next to the Little Pigeon River, was a charming picturesque place for our rest, adventures, and memorable family gatherings.
I taught Adult Basic Education for the Knox County Schools. I was always proud to be a part of this program because it changed the lives of many of my students. My teaching allowed students to further their education and skills. I was able to ‘help them help themselves’ by teaching my students how to apply themselves and use what they learned to improve their lives and the lives of their families. Here is what I know and want to mention - Work hard at whatever it is that you are led to do. Put all your effort into it. Give it everything you have. You will know, in the end, it was worth every minute of it.
Our daughters, Carolyn and Diane, added two golden nuggets to our lives. We enjoyed them much and have greatly appreciated their concern and help in our older years. We have a grandson, Daniel Gene, who is our pride and joy. Daniel has brought his wonderful wife Chelsea into our family. We have been immensely blessed with our family!
There were so many lessons learned and influences worthy of recognition. The most important moment in my life was when I prayed to receive Christ. I was 13 years old and what a joy it was to be baptized in the baptizing hole in the creek near my childhood church. Right behind this important decision was my marrying Gene. This intelligent man, my beloved husband, was a good man, a good father, and a good provider. He loved his family dearly and was easy to love. Our marriage of 65 years was full of pleasure and happiness! God was at center of our home. To my family – Always, always know how deeply you were loved!
I give God the glory for all my successes. And most of all, I give God the glory for my precious family. Follow the Lord, love your family, and love other people. Be your true self and lead a good clean life. Help those in need. People would often say to me, “Mary Lou, you’d give the shirt right off your back!” Take a lesson from this and believe me when I tell you that all the good you give will come back to you many times over. I am so grateful for many things. I have been blessed with good parents, good brothers and a good sister, the best husband for 65 years, and a wonderful family. I want you to know that as I look back, my foremost feeling is gratitude. I am most grateful for salvation. I want to share this with you - Accept Christ and follow Him as Lord and Savior.
Another part of life is learning forgiveness. Forgiving is very important to a joyful life. You can’t hold bitterness. The only person who suffers when you don’t forgive is yourself. Jesus said, “If you don’t forgive, God won’t forgive you.” Sometimes, forgiving is hard but “All things are possible with God.” Please forgive freely and love freely.
Remember always the Bible verse, “And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.” Love is the most wonderful blessing you can have and frees you to do good. How I wish there was more of this kind of love in these times. I have been blessed and want you to know that I have loved you richly and deeply. All I ask is this – Live your lives as God meant for you and that, in a word, is to love. Show everyone how much they are loved and tell them as well. You have, each of you, been absolute blessings to me.
Mary Lou Parrott Obituary
Mary Lou Parrott, of Knoxville, age 86, passed away peacefully at home on December 18, 2017. Mary Lou was born and raised in Oneida, TN. At an early age, she felt a special calling from God to help those in need. She attended Berea College and Tennessee Tech earning Business and Education degrees. She married Gene Parrott on November 8, 1952. Mary Lou taught Adult Basic Education in Knoxville and served Christ with the church library, youth group, grief support, Evangelism Explosion, Angelic Ministries, and community service. Mary Lou was a faithful support for family and friends. She enjoyed studying the Bible, gospel music, gardening, and cooking. She will be remembered for her humble unconditional love for all. Close to her heart was John 11:25-26. “I am the Resurrection and the Life: He that believeth in Me, though he were dead, yet shall he live. And whoever liveth and believeth in Me shall never die. Believest thou this?” Preceded in death by parents, Reason and Mary Thomas of Oneida; brothers, Roy Orlando Thomas of WV, Orville Lee Thomas of Oneida, and Orison Maynard Thomas of Olive Springs; and granddaughter, Rachael Lauren. Survived by her loving husband of 65 years, Gene Parrott; daughters, Carolyn Parrott and Diane Parrott; grandson, Daniel Gene Parrott and wife Chelsea; sister, Chrystal Hart of AR. The family will receive friends on Saturday, December 20, 2017 from 10 – 11 am with the memorial service to follow at Berry Lynnhurst Funeral Home, 2300 Adair Dr. Interment will be private at Greenwood Cemetery.
At the memorial service, Grandson Daniel Gene Parrott read I Thessalonians 4:13-18 and John 11:25-26. Pastor Dr. James McCluskey asked the question following the reading of John 11:25-26, “Do you believe?".
Mary Lou is with Jesus Christ in Heaven. And she is beautiful!
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Mary Lou Parrott, of Knoxville, age 86, passed away peacefully at home on December 18, 2017. Mary Lou was born and raised in Oneida, TN. At an early age, she felt a special calling from God to help those in need. She attended Berea College and Tennessee Tech earning Business and Education Degrees. She married Gene Parrott on November 8, 1952. Mary Lou taught Adult Basic Education in Knoxville and served Christ with the church library, youth group, grief support, Evangelism Explosion, Angelic Ministries, and community service. Mary Lou was a faithful support for family and friends. She enjoyed studying the Bible, gospel music, gardening, and cooking. She will be remembered for her humble unconditional love for all. Close to her heart was John 11:25. “I am the Resurrection and the Life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live. And whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die.” Preceded in death by parents, Reason and Mary Thomas of Oneida; brothers, Roy Orlando Thomas of WV, Orville Lee Thomas of Oneida, and Orison Maynard Thomas of Olive Springs; and granddaughter, Rachael Lauren. Survived by her loving husband of 65 years, Gene Parrott; daughters, Carolyn Parrott and Diane Parrott; grandson, Daniel Gene Parrott and wife Chelsea; sister, Chrystal Hart of AR. The family will receive friends on Saturday, December 30, 2017 from 10 – 11 am with the memorial service to follow at Berry Lynnhurst Funeral Home, 2300 Adair Dr. Interment will be private at Greenwood Cemetery. Donations may be made to The Missions Ministry at Wallace Memorial Baptist Church, 701 Merchants Dr., Knoxville, TN 37912. Condolences may be offered at www.berrylynnhurst.com
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