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My Grandparents' Ozark Love Story

MizBejabbers has been a professional writer/editor for all of her adult life. Before that, she was just a little girl storyteller.

The lovely young lady in the back row is my maternal grandmother. This looks like it may have been taken at a church supper. No family member has been able to identify the other three young people in the photo, but neither man is my grandfather.

The lovely young lady in the back row is my maternal grandmother. This looks like it may have been taken at a church supper. No family member has been able to identify the other three young people in the photo, but neither man is my grandfather.

Family tales intrigue me

I love telling tales on my family, especially if they are funny, unusual or interesting. I think my maternal grandparents’ love story qualifies for all three.

This is their story as my grandmother told it to my mother. I got it second hand from Mom.

My grandmother and an unidentified friend or relative.

My grandmother and an unidentified friend or relative.

They were Çountry Folk

My grandparents were named Clarence Oscar and Ora Edith, but he preferred to be called C.O. With a name like his, who could blame him? Their courtship got off to a rocky start, according to my mom. Unfortunately I never had the opportunity to verify the story or to ask for more details because she told it to me after both grandparents had died.

C.O. and Ora grew up within a few miles of a little wide-spot in the road named Optimus, which was about 12 miles north of Mountain View, Arkansas. Mountain View is world famous for its folk and bluegrass music, and for its folk center established by the late Bluegrass artist, Jimmy Driftwood. Being a musician himself, C.O. was an avid participant in the music and festivities of Mountain View, but Ora couldn’t have cared less. But I digress, let’s get back to the meat of the story.

He was the New Schoolmaster

Like a lot of young couples, my grandparents got acquainted in school, but they were not schoolmates. He was the new young schoolmaster, a bachelor, and she was a senior. A very bright one, I might add. Sixteen-year-old Ora was completing her senior year at the little schoolhouse in the Ozark National Forest, which, I think, was a one-room affair, when she set her bonnet for C.O.

It is unknown whether the two were already acquainted because there was a six-year age differential. He was born in 1889 and she was born in 1895. It’s possible that in the past she might have peered at the older boy from her parents’ buggy and considered him too old for her to be interested. Nevertheless, as the end of school and her graduation approached, Ora had missed her chance, and the handsome schoolmaster was about to get away. Not on your life!

Had C.O. noticed her? Maybe, maybe not. Don't know. He seemed oblivious to her flirtatious efforts and feminine wiles. He was a tough nut to crack. Ora made sure that he wasn’t courting anybody, but I'm not sure whether or not it would have stopped her determination. Ora was beautiful, and she had let her interest be known, but he simply was not responding.

Then she found out that he would be teaching at the normal school at Mountain View that summer, which meant that he definitely would not be leaving the area. Ora was happy to learn that he was planning to return to Optimus when the fall semester began.

Definition of a "normal school"

Definition for you new kids: A “normal school" was a college dedicated to the training and certification of teachers. At that time teachers were not required to have a degree, but they were required to be certified and keep their skills up to date to retain their certification.

There were many of these schools around the state, which enabled teachers to stay up-to-date without leaving home to live in a dormitory to attend summer classes. As a result, many teachers attended classes at normal schools in the summertime. Most of the professors at normal schools did have college degrees. C.O. had a teaching certificate, but not a degree, so for C.O. to teach at one without a degree meant that he was very intellectual. So how did that happen?

Ora did some sleuthing and found out that when C.O. had attended the normal school, he was the only one who could solve some the particularly difficult problems in the math curriculum. Not even the instructors with degrees could solve the most advanced of the problems, but C.O. could figure them out. When the students encountered those lessons, he usually ended up taking over the class anyway. This particular year someone made the suggestion to cut the middleman and hire him as the math instructor. C.O. was turning out to be a multi-talented guy. He was coming back in the fall and Ora would be ready!

Ora came up with a plan

Ora was in love, and she wasn’t going to let this fish get away. She hatched a plan. When September came and classes took up in the little schoolhouse, there Ora sat. At a desk. Down in front. I don't know how C.O. reacted, but I can just imagine the conversation.

“Ora, what are you doing here? You graduated last May.”

Blink, blink, those beautiful dark blue eyes. “Because I can’t go away to college. You are so smart, I know that you can teach me so much more.”

C.O. probably blushes at this point. “I still have to follow the lesson plans, Ora. I think you’ll just get bored.”

“Oh, no, I’m sure that a teacher as enterprising as you can find something challenging for me. Pleeeze.” Batting those eyes some more.

By this time he probably was hooked on the flattery. All we know is that he agreed to let her repeat her senior year.

Ora, as the story goes, let her emotions overrule her head and became very disruptive in class. C.O. expelled her.

Her plan worked

Here is where her chase ends. Ora's little escapade worked because C.O began courting her, and at some point he fell in love with her. Who knows, maybe he was in love with her all along. Men can be so stubborn at times! They were married, and I do know that he truly loved her because he made it known in my presence. I would end the story here, but it didn’t have the happiest of endings, so I’ll continue. At this point the united duo become "grandfather" and "grandmother".

Grandfather and grandmother had eight children in all, but one, a younger sister, died of childhood scarlet fever. My mom was child number three, and she and the other children survived when the fever ravaged the household. She was born while grandfather was teaching at what is now the historic ghost town of Rush near the Arkansas-Missouri border. When Mom was four years old, they moved to Evening Shade where he taught school for a few years. And yes, dear reader, it was the Evening Shade made famous in the TV show by that name starring Burt Reynolds. The town is still there going strong. (In 1920, Evening Shade boasted a population of 290, and the 2010 census listed its population at a whopping 432.)

C.O. Partee

Grandfather in his dandy new suit he bought for his graduation from barber college.

Grandfather in his dandy new suit he bought for his graduation from barber college.

Grandfather had a change of plans

By that time the family was growing and grandfather couldn’t support his family on a schoolteacher’s pay, so he left teaching and went to barber college. After graduation, he established his own barber shop in the larger town of Batesville, about 25 miles down the road from Evening Shade. He became a very popular barber and musician in that town, which later became my own hometown.

Then came the Great Depression. Mom said that it was a trying time for everyone, but they managed. Mom frequently reminisced about family time after supper. For entertainment they had an old Philco radio to which they listened on many evenings, but she loved it most when they played their own music. Grandfather taught his sons to play guitar and banjo and his daughters to play mandolin. Sometimes after supper they would gather around and play music and sing along, mostly bluegrass and old hymns. This family was a raucous bunch, and I can see them just a pickin’ and a grinnin’. Neighbors up and down the street would hear them play and come to the house to join in or just listen.

Everybody sang, even the neighborhood. I nearly forgot to mention that grandfather conducted singing schools in which he taught people to sing by using shaped notes. These notes were not only round, but had other geometric shapes like triangles, ovals and squares that instructed the singer. Grandfather was great with an instrument, but his singing voice wasn’t pleasant to me. It was typical country, high-pitched and nasal, but that was the country style of the day.

The Great Depression

The family was fortunate that they did not suffer from hunger like many city families. Grandmother raised a vegetable garden in the back yard. She and the girls canned all the vegetables that they didn’t eat fresh, and although grandfather didn't hunt, meat was fairly plentiful. You see, Southern men have a lot of pride. During the Depression if they didn’t have the money to pay for a haircut, they bartered for it. Grandfather brought home a lot of meat, like a side of bacon, a ham or a chicken, just like doctors did when their patients couldn’t pay. Even the poorest men were good hunters, and sometimes he brought home a dinner of squirrels, rabbits or quail. The times they were a changin’.

So was grandmother’s personality. In those years she changed from a beautiful vivacious young woman into a serious lethargic housewife who depended on her daughters for a lot of work that went beyond doling out chores. In fact, some people thought she had become lazy. Mom said that she began to sit around and read books and magazines while the girls did most of the cooking and the housework and tending their two little brothers. She lost interest in family activities and stayed at home when grandfather went out to play music, but, truth was, she wasn’t lazy, she was very ill.

When my Mom and her older sister were in college, a tumor finally grew large enough for her doctor to find it. At that time the medical term was "a growth in her belly." Grandmother was dying of colon cancer. Mom dropped out of college to come home and care for her mother. Grandmother Ora died in 1939 at the too-young age of 44. I wish I could have known her because I feel very privileged to have known my grandfather.

Steve Martin and Earl Scruggs Play Bluegrass

Was Ora brazen or innovative

© 2018 Doris James MizBejabbers


Doris James MizBejabbers (author) from Beautiful South on April 05, 2020:

Bhattuc, thank you for reading and commenting on my article. I would be happy to look at your story about your grandmother, but I can't find it. Your name does not link to your profile. Please email me through HubPages your link to the story or to your profile, or both, so I can check out your other stories, too. I promise I'll read it and get back to you. Stay safe in during this outbreak of COVID-19. ~Doris

bhattuc on April 05, 2020:

Interesting write up. This reminded me of my hub that I have written on the life of my grandmother. No love story there of course! A plain tale. Just have a look on that if you get time. Your comments would be valuable to me. Thanking you. God bless you.

Doris James MizBejabbers (author) from Beautiful South on September 23, 2018:

Thank you, Peggy. I wish I could have known her. I did know my grandfather who was a very intelligent and talented man. She must have been very intelligent to have landed him. I wonder what her parents thought also. Maybe her mother encouraged her. Thanks to Facebook, we cousins have been able to exchange a lot of copies of family photos, and some of us have never even met. Isn't it wonderful to be able to do that. Thanks again for reading and your nice comment.

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on September 23, 2018:

You wove an interesting story about your grandmother and how she enticed her man into a marriage. She was a beauty as a young woman and obviously very enterprising as well. I wonder what her parents thought of her repeating her senior year? That would be interesting to know. It is wonderful that you have those photos. It is a shame that she died at so young an age.

Doris James MizBejabbers (author) from Beautiful South on July 27, 2018:

Shauna, I don't think people knew about colon cancer back then, so you're probably right. I have these wonderful photos thanks to keeping in touch with my many cousins who are willing to share with their cousins. I wish I could say that I could play an instrument, but my father was so against it that my mother even gave up her music. Isn't it terrible how one bad apple can spoil a whole barrel? (I really loved my father, but in some ways he was disappointing to us kids.) Thank you for your wonderful comment.

Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on July 27, 2018:

Miz B, this is such a wonderful story.Grandmother Ora knew just what (who) she wanted and made sure she snagged him! A woman after my own heart...

It's so sad that no one knew she had colon cancer until it was too late. I guess maybe they thought her change in behavior was due to being "tired" of raising a mess of kids.

You're very fortunate to have pictures of your grandparents when they were young. And that you come from a musical family.

Thank you for sharing your grandparents' story. I really enjoyed it!

Doris James MizBejabbers (author) from Beautiful South on April 26, 2018:

Chitrangada, I think there were two reasons for her being ahead of her time. First, the area was still a frontier area in the early 1900s and women were more equal to men then than they were after WWII. It was just before the "Roaring 20s". American women seemed to have taken a setback after their menfolk came home from that war. And second, I think it was just her own personality. Knowing the women in my mother's family, they were not shrinking violets. I love those photos of her, and I wish I knew who her friends were. I loved sharing this story. Thank you for reading and commenting

Doris James MizBejabbers (author) from Beautiful South on April 26, 2018:

Manatita, thank you for your interest. Yes, it is a shame that she crossed over so young. It affected my mother's life greatly. I think our own family life would have been different had she lived a normal lifespan. A "normal" lifespan for the women in my mom's family was 95 to 105 years. I would have loved to have known her.

Chitrangada Sharan from New Delhi, India on April 23, 2018:

Interesting story of your grandparents! This is nostalgic indeed, and so real. Your grandmother seems to have been quite ahead of those times. Appreciate her.

Your pictures are priceless, and your story beautiful and engrossing.

Thanks for sharing this !

manatita44 from london on April 20, 2018:

Interesting love story and the awareness that persistence sometimes work. Sorry your gran passed so young. Peace.

Doris James MizBejabbers (author) from Beautiful South on April 14, 2018:

And I loved your comment, Ruby. Strawberry wine, huh? My dad acquired a grapevine from the grandfather of my now-husband when I was 5 years old, and he made grape wine until his death. We had the biggest backyard strawberry patch in town, but he never made strawberry wine. He isn't alive so I can't ask him why. I would think that maybe he didn't like it, but he wasn't particular about what he drank just as long as it burned his throat. Thank you for commenting on my story.

Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on April 14, 2018:

Oh I loved your story, so mush like my grandfather and grandmother, two people that loved each other but worlds apart. She never missed a Pentecostal church meeting, and he loved to make strawberry wine and drink it. Thanks for sharing your story, my kind of story!

Doris James MizBejabbers (author) from Beautiful South on April 10, 2018:

Thanks for returning, Elijah. I'm glad to have answered your questions as much as possible. As for the other questions, I probably have the same questions and nobody to answer them for me.

Doris James MizBejabbers (author) from Beautiful South on April 10, 2018:

Zulma, she truly was, however, Ozark women are very independent. Very few are what is referred to as "true Southern Belles." Ozark women have had to be independent because of the hardships they faced while living in the hills away from city amenities. Even the small towns and communities suffered the hardships of isolation. Thanks for reading and your comment.

Doris James MizBejabbers (author) from Beautiful South on April 10, 2018:

Jackie, I remember so many stories that my grandparents and parents used to tell. I need to write them down before I forget them. My real regret is that we didn't own a tape recorder and record grandfather and grandmother Effie's music. An uncle recorded some, and years later when I asked him if I could get a copy, he said that the tape had been recorded over years ago. Such a pity. Thank you for reading and your comment, dear lady.

Elijah A Alexander Jr from Washington DC on April 10, 2018:

Thank you for completing it, Doris, now I'm satisfied but left with questions you most probably can't answer.

Zulma Burgos-Dudgeon from United Kingdom on April 10, 2018:

What a lovely story. Your grandmother wasn't a woman of her time. She was her own woman. You can't help but admire someone like that.

Jackie Lynnley from the beautiful south on April 09, 2018:

Such an interesting story, Doris. My mother used to tell so many stories and I today wish I had written them down so I could remember more than bits and pieces.

I think there is nothing like this time when people literally had to live off the land with no electricity or plumbing.

Thank you for sharing this with us!

Doris James MizBejabbers (author) from Beautiful South on April 09, 2018:

The0, I did leave it hanging because anything else would have gotten into the next chapter of grandfather's life, but I'll put an epilogue in a nutshell if you are really interested. Grandfather remarried, this time to a fellow musician who'd lost her husband the year before grandmother died. She was a very sweet lady who played both piano and organ, and they had a good life together. But in their senior years he lost her to cancer too. He died in 1971 of an asthma attack, and he is buried in the cemetery in our hometown between his two wives. Thank you for reading and your interest in completing the story.

Doris James MizBejabbers (author) from Beautiful South on April 09, 2018:

Hi, Bill, when my mother told me about grandfather kicking grandmother out of school, I laughed until I hurt. Yes they were good people. So glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for stopping by, my friend.

Doris James MizBejabbers (author) from Beautiful South on April 09, 2018:

Nikki, Thanks for the thumbs up on my story. Yes, my grandmother did way too young. I'm glad you enjoyed a snippet of my family's Hillbilly culture. Thank you for reading and commenting.

Elijah A Alexander Jr from Washington DC on April 09, 2018:

You do tell interesting stories, Doris, I enjoyed reading it but I felt you left me hanging. I don't know what it was but I felt left hanging.

Thank you very much.

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on April 09, 2018:

MizB, you had me hooked from the very beginning. I love stories like this, real stories, stories about good people, stories about my favorite topic...love!

Keep them coming! I can't get enough of feel-good stories like this one.


Nikki Khan from London on April 09, 2018:

She was a great lady and knew how to nail on man's heart.I loved reading her story but her ending was very sad at such an early age.Your grandfather was very interesting personality too and I enjoyed his music classes.This is very intriguing and beautiful folk story.You've some of your grandparents as you hijacked your hubby too dear ;)

Thanks for sharing this great story Doris, bless you!

Doris James MizBejabbers (author) from Beautiful South on April 08, 2018:

Mary, after all the tales my mom told me about growing up, I was surprised when she told me this one. It was so out of context because most of the ones I heard were about her mother's illness. I thought it was worth relating. Thank you for reading and commenting. Glad you enjoyed it.

Doris James MizBejabbers (author) from Beautiful South on April 08, 2018:

Flourish, I wish I knew more, but I'm proud of her anyway. I guess I'm a chip off the old block since I hijacked my husband. Sadie Hawkins don't got nuthin' on us. Thanks for reading and commenting.

Mary Norton from Ontario, Canada on April 08, 2018:

Enjoyed your grandmother's strategy to get her man. I am sure she had lots of guts to do that to her teacher but she is a woman after my heart. She knows what she wanted and set about getting it.

FlourishAnyway from USA on April 08, 2018:

Such a sad ending for a beautiful and gutsy lady. I loved all of the details you provided. I voted that she was a bit of a Sadie Hawkins simply because she was forward, knew what she wanted, and was determined to make it happen.

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