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Memoirs of Eugene H. Lovell, Sr.

Memoirs of Eugene H. Lovell, Sr.

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I, Eugene Hendrix Lovell am the fourth son of William Henry Lovell and the second son of Fannie Ellen Fisher. My father, W. H. Lovell was born near Lynnville, Tenn. in Giles County on Jan. 7, 1858 and died near Fayetteville, Tenn. on Nov. 18, 1924. He had married Lena Storey and there were two sons by this
(Portions of this document which appear in italics represent an addendum provided by the author after the original document was distributed to his children.)

I, Eugene Hendrix Lovell am the fourth son of William Henry Lovell and the second son of Fannie Ellen Fisher. My father, W. H. Lovell was born near Lynnville, Tenn. in Giles County on Jan. 7, 1858 and died near Fayetteville, Tenn. on Nov. 18, 1924. He had married Lena Storey and there were two sons by this

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(Portions of this document which appear in italics represent an addendumprovided by the author after the original document was distributed to hischildren.)
 I, Eugene Hendrix Lovell am the fourth son of William Henry Lovell and the second son of Fannie Ellen Fisher. My father, W. H. Lovellwas born near Lynnville, Tenn. in Giles Countyon Jan. 7, 1858 and died near Fayetteville, Tenn.on Nov. 18, 1924. He had married Lena Storeyand there were two sons by this marriage. Mymother, Nellie Fisher, was born near Lewisburgin Marshall County Dec. 20, 1874 and died Oct.21, 1957. Mother was married to John L.Griggs of Williamson County. He died Oct. 24,1901, and then mother married my father.Mother had two children by her first marriage,but one died in infancy. Mother and Dad had 7children, of whom I was the second.
My father, William Henry Campbell Lovell, wasthe son of James and Mary Hannah Lovell. Hewas the tenth child of the eleven. His father,James Wesley, was born on October 11, 1811,and died on July 22, 1859. His mother, MaryHannah, was born November 20, 1820, and died on March 3, 1882. So you can see that hisfather died while he was quite young. At theclose of the Civil War, his mother Mary Hannah,moved to Texas from Giles County, as did agreat many others of that county. She took withher this large family, and bought land. Dad worked on the farm until he was 21 years old.When but a youth, he was converted, and someyears later was licensed to preach. Seeking aplace for continuing his education, he cameback to Tennessee and entered Vanderbilt (it had another name and had not becomeVanderbilt then), but later seeing the need of more foundation work, entered Webb School at Bell Buckle, where he finished the course.
Dad was a Methodist preacher, having joined theTennessee Conference in 1888
at the conferenceheld in Fayetteville Oct. 17-22, with Bishop J. C.Keener presiding. His first appointment wasAlex Green Circuit in the East Nashville District, with Payten A. Sowell asPresiding Elder. His brother, Isaac Wilson,was also a Methodist preacher. He wastraveling the Nashville Circuit at the outbreak of the Civil War, and died in a Camp in theConfederate Army. Their mother, mygrandmother, was a deeply spiritual woman,and the salutary influence of her life on him wasacknowledged by him. Isaac Wilson, thepreacher brother, was the oldest of the several brothers. He had come into the TennesseeConference on trial at the 1861 Annual Conference, held at Athens, Alabama Oct. 2-8with Bishop John Early presiding. He wasappointed to Swan Creek and Beaver Dam in theCenterville District, along with William P.Warren who was the Senior pastor, we presume.He became a chaplain in the Confederate Army,and died as recorded above in a Mississippiarmy camp March 14, 1863. So far as we know,Dad, Isaac Wilson, and Thomas Riley, another brother, were the only ones to return toTennessee. Isaac Wilson did not live until theend of war, hence did not go with the family toTexas. There were seven brothers, and 4sisters. It is thought that our grandfather Lovell, James Wesley, came from Kentucky or Illinois. He was buried at the family cemeteryat Yoakley, Tennessee, between Columbia and Pulaski. Dad served 9 charges before I wasborn, and 12 others after my birth.He was always a circuit rider. In looking at theConference records, I notice that his salary at White House started at $300, and increased to$320 his last year there. He was pastor there 4years, and White House was a Mission charge.We know nothing of where our Grandmother Lovell originated, or even her maiden name.We hope that it may be possible to discover somefacts about both families some day. We doknow that our grandfather Lovell died of T.B.And we do know that our grandmother was of the Wilcoxson family. She died of Typhoid fever.
One can find the history of our mother's familyin the Fisher Scrapbook written by Bill Jones.Her family was a well-known family of Bedford County. I mentioned the fact that Dad and Mother were married before, and their marriagetook place after the death of first wife and first husband. Mother had two children by her firsmarriage, lost the little boy in infancy. Mildred Griggs was the survivor, and lived until May 2,1968. She had married Clarence Jones of Burwood. He survived Sis only a few months.They had an only son, Thomas, who teaches at Columbia Military. Joe and Jim were the sonsthat Dad had by his first marriage. By thesecond marriage of the two (Dad and Mother)there were 6 more, 5 boys and 1 girl--John,'Gene, Marsh, Gil, Margaret, and Marvin.Quite a family, but that was customary in thosedays.
 My mother's uncle was another Methodistpreacher. This meant that we children grew upin a Christian home, where many of the luxuriesthat are enjoyed today were missing, but we hada happy childhood in spite of all this. Dad hadalready served several charges when I was bornon October 19, 1905. I was born at White House,Tenn., in Robertson County. I think that Dadbuilt the parsonage in which I was born, but haveno verification of this. Of course, I was tooyoung to remember anything which took placethere or at the next few places that we lived.My brother, Marshall, was born at PleasantView, Tenn. two years later. I remember astory told of my childhood, of how my father had to come down from the pulpit and rescue meafter I had gotten my head between the railingsof the altar of the church. I am not sure wherethis happened.It was the custom of my parents to put their children to sleep inside the altar railing if therewas a night service. My first dim recollectionsstart at Santa Fe. We were there in 1910-1911and I started to school at Santa Fe. The Cook family were among those that are remembered.We played with a neighbor boy named Early,and I can still hear his mother calling to him,"Early, go fetch the eggs." We played in thecreek back of the parsonage. In those daysthere was malaria, and my older brother becamesick with it during the summer.
You will notice that I passed over the periodsfrom 1905 to 1913, for I have little memory of events during those early days of my life. Wehad now lived at White House, in RobertsonCounty, at Pleasant View in MontgomeryCounty, where Uncle Marsh was born, then at Bethlehem, in Williamson County, and near Nashville--just between Nashville and Franklin.Also I have little memory of Santa Fe, where I believe I first attended grammar school, and there to Nolensville, where we lived for twoyears, 1911-1913.Memory does clear a bit when we moved toDellrose in 1913. We were there a couple of years, and some of the memories of those dayswere again stirred when we went there to serveas pastor during 1933-35. Names of families,places where they lived, and other mattersrenewed themselves in our memory. Throughout the years, even though my pastorates in theTennessee Conference were few in number, I served two places where Dad had served while I was a boy. Dellrose and Cumberland Citywere these places. We were assigned theDellrose and Bee Springs Circuit when we camehome from Congo in 1933, during theDepression. Life was pretty hard, for there waslittle money in the country, but somehow wemade out, and even managed to accumulate afew personal belongings. We started out in theministry at Cumberland City, and were we greenat the work?! Cumberland City was on therailroad, but Dover, the county seat was not.So the two towns were connected by means of amail boat which made the journey down theCumberland River to carry mail and passengers. This was before the days of good roads.
Dad drove a horse called "Telephone" from hisheight, and later secured "Molly" with whom wegrew up. My memory of things had deepenedat Nolensville in 1911-1913. I recall that wehad neighbors who were socially a notch or twoabove us. They even had a Lazy Susan table,and the lady of the home played the organ at the
3church, I believe. My brother Jim had the jobof pumping this pipe organ during the summer vacation, and usually came home wet withperspiration. This family went to Florida for the winter, and the boy shared a few things thathe brought back with him. It seems that Iremember the first coconut from those days.I remember stealing a pencil box at school oneday, and the pangs of conscience I suffered as aresult until I had to tell my parents and return itwith an apology. Our grandmother on mother'sside came to live with us while we were there,and she died at the parsonage. She used toregale us with stories of the Civil War until wewere fearful of going to bed. This usuallyoccurred when she baby-sat with us on Sundaynights.Dad always had a good garden, and so taught usto help out in this work after school. We weretaught many things by our parents, for it wasdifficult for them to stretch what little moneycame in to feed and clothe so many children. Ibelieve that my sister, Margaret, was born atNolensville. We learned very early how to cutwood for the kitchen stove and for the fireplaces,for that was how we heated the parsonages inwhich we lived. Later we had grates andburned coal. We learned how to care for thecow, Molly, and any other livestock we mighthave as a calf, colt, or pigs. Dad had to havewater that was not limestone water, so wecarried his drinking water from an artesian wellfrom the Waller home. Somehow I seem toremember that there was a suicide in the familyduring the time we were there, and of course thiswas a matter of fear to us at that time. It seemeda long way to carry a heavy bucket of water, butit really wasn't too far.Dad was often invited to the homes of people onthe circuit, and occasionally we joined him, for Sunday dinner. Mother used to have toquestion him about where he had eaten, for shefound that he would forget and bring home thedinner napkin. The railway was being built atthis time, and they used to pull cars and other equipment by on the road that ran in front of theparsonage.When we moved to Dellrose for 1913-1914, wefound it a rural community about twenty milesfrom Fayetteville. Even when Mildred and Ilived there some twenty years later, things hadnot changed much. The Mansfield family wasone of the older families as was the Sherrill andthe George family. Dad drove through thecountry in the buggy when he moved, and weled the cow behind. We stayed at the Mansfieldhome, and I believe Dad returned for the rest of the family. Anyhow the first day of school wasa disaster for me, for I was so timid that I ranaway from the school over to the parsonage andhid in the utility shed for the day. When thefamily all arrived I was soon happy in school.We hunted all sorts of nuts in the woods abovethe parsonage. Jim was at Massey School inPulaski, and on one occasion when cominghome, he wasn't sure of the road, so decided tolet Molly find it, and she came directly home.The railroad was being constructed throughDellrose, and the town was divided betweenNew Town and Old Town. We lived in OldTown. Mother usually had extra milk andbutter for sale, so we went to the cars to sell it. Ibelieve that the price was about ten cents per gallon. There were no conveniences at theparsonages in those days, and so we had nobathrooms or electricity. It was the custom toget out the wash tub before the kitchen stove onSaturday nights and bathe. Of course water hadto be heated on the stove for this purpose.When we moved to Cumberland City in1914-1915, we attended the W. T. ThomasAcademy. It later became the public school.We often were able to buy fresh fish here, andDad secured the garden of a neighbor in additionto our own for raising vegetables. It hadBermuda grass in it, and what a time we hadtrying to get rid of it. We threw it into the alleyand it even took root there in the hard ground.Many years later we lived at Dover, and thegrass on the yard came from the Bermuda thatwe had thrown into the alley, which had beencollected from the garden. Dad's fellow pastor carried it there and set it out. This was my firstcharge in the conference, and where we beganour married life. Dad also rented a field down

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