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A Step Back in Time    By Bobbie Sue Shelton

Miss Ethel Elmore

Miss Ethel, affectionately called by students for approximately 50 years, was definitely an icon of Eagleville School. She was a very respected lady, always neatly dress with extremely long braids wrapped perfectly on her head. Miss Ethel began teaching music in the school building that burned in 1923 and continued till 1966/67. Students of Miss Ethel were assigned a time during the week to go to her music room, which was the first room on the west side of the school building, for music lessons. A very nominal fee was charged for sessions in voice, piano, guitar and other instruments, to individual students or a group. In the spring she and her music pupils would present a music recital for family and friends.

In additional to teaching private music lessons, Miss Ethel was involved of all aspects of the school music. One of my favorite activity as a student at Eagleville School was the Spring Festival presented by elementary and junior high students. This was really a big production where lots of decorations and costumes were required. We practiced for months, it seemed, learning new songs, skits and dances. There were two songs every student in school knew by memory; When It’s Iris Time in Tennessee and Spring Time is Love Time in Tennessee. These songs, either written or co-written by Miss Ethel, were always included in the program.

SPRING TIME IS LOVE TIME IN TENNESSEE*

A boy and a girl were sweet hearts, in the hills of Tennessee
They loved as forever and roamed hills together, As happy as they could be
‘ Til the war came one day and he marched far away
Then she wrote him a note just to say:

Springtime is Love time in Tennessee
With the dogwood and redbud in bloom
The tulips, the iris, the bluegrass and hills
Bring springtime and love time, but never too soon
I’m missing your kissing in Tennessee
Since you’ve gone away
But springtime or anytime will always be love time
When you come back home to stay.

This lad came back to his sweetheart
In the hills of Tennessee
His war was all over and covered in glory
A hero to her was he
They were married in May, settled down right away
Just to sing this old love song each day.

Springtime is Love time in Tennessee
With the dogwood and redbud in bloom.
The tulips, the iris, the bluegrass and hills
Bring springtime and love time with all of its thrills
Our kissing’s been missing in Tennessee
While you’ve been away
But Spring Time and all the time will always be love time
Since you’ve come back home to stay.

*The above lyrics and melody were written by Claris M. Elmore (brother to Miss Ethel) and Miss Ethel wrote the piano arrangement.

The following tribute to Miss Ethel after her death in 1975 by her Brother, Claris.

BROTHER RECALLS HAPPY EXPERIENCES OF ELMORE FAMILY ON EAGLEVILLE FARM

Clouds of sorrow permeated Eagleville and surrounding communities with the passing of one of their most devoted, long-loved and faithful citizens—Miss Ethel Elmore.

She was a semi-invalid for the past few years. After a recent fall, she was placed in Intensive Care Unit at Rutherford County hospital where she subsequently suffered a massive coronary deficiency. Three days later, on the afternoon of April 29, 1975 while seemingly sleeping, she entered peaceful, eternal rest. This was the first death among six children of Hugh M. and Flora Lytle Elmore.

Called simply "Miss Ethel" by three generations of admiring students and a host of friends and neighbors, to her family affectionately she was known as "Sister."

She was the oldest of six children. Four moved to the farm, just west of Eagleville, when her mother and father purchased the place in 1907. A younger sister and brother saw the light of day at this farm, which remained the family homestead while 72 years have dimmed into the distant past. In early days, the family lived in simple, yet happy, surroundings—until the first real tragedy marred the tranquility in 1907. Her father became the victim of that then dreaded malady—typhoid fever.

At that time, the oldest daughter was 14 while the youngest brother was one. And it is no wonder she assumed the arduous task of assisting her mother in a desperate struggle to keep the family together—to feed, clothe and educate four younger brothers and a sister. Needless to say, it was a tremendous job, with sole family support depending upon the small farm.


Members of the B# Music Club – 1930 * - Mary Lois Arnold, Gertrude Schumacher, Maggie Bell Ralston, George Hugh Stevenson, Faye Marable, Thelma Jackson, Mary Jane Stem, Catherine Hay, Elizabeth Clary, Blanche Taylor, Annie Ruth Carlton, Betty Lowe Dryden, Erlin Carlton, Lillian Lowe, Hallie Cook, Annie Maye Cook, Gladys Carlton, Edna Kelly, Clarence William Puckett, Horace B. Smith, Erline Beasley, Robbie Turner, Robbie Giles, Rubye Bennett, Miss Ethel Elmore, Teacher. *(Not in order, all members not pictured)

Following high school at Eagleville educational and musical training at Murfreesboro Middle Tennessee State and Chicago School of Music, Miss Ethel taught in Oklahoma and North Carolina schools. But she was unhappy away from home.

It is a well-established fact, because of devotion to home and family, she passed up splendid opportunities to be able to remain at Eagleville. There she guided the destinies of the Music Department of the grade and high school and in addition, molded character and ambition into young lives.

There’s little doubt she was a natural born musician and leader. Music was her very life, the "language of her soul." It wasn’t long before she was imparting that love for music to those around her—sister, brothers, students or anyone who showed an interest.

Whether only family members were present or the home was filled with guests, invariably music and singing were enjoyed by all, with "Sister" leading.

A most familiar sight for natives was a faithful old horse plodding his way along the road to and from the village pulling a surrey—usually full of young Elmore’s wafting old familiar tunes into the breeze. Sometimes it was in fair weather, other times in foul; including a fair share of ice and snow.

Eventually, her brothers departed the home to start families of their own. After her mother passed on in 1950 at 80, Miss Ethel courageously remained at the home place, alone except for a nearby brother’s family. He managed the farm.

In 1959, her younger sister, Mary Jane, retired from years of service in the professional world. She returned to the farm to share responsibilities around the home. As Miss Ethel’s condition grew worse, her sister’s duties expanded to devoted nurse and constant companion, through terminal illness.

There’s much to be said about Miss Ethel’s untiring efforts and loyalty to others. During her 50 years of active service at Eagleville, music was imparted in many forms—voice, piano, organ and a number of other instruments. She arranged and composed sacred and popular songs.

She used such Christian virtues as humility, patience, and love as worker and teacher in her church, youth organizations and Vacation Bible Schools. She was a dedicated member of Eagleville Baptist Church since 1908.

Additionally, she provided special musical numbers and programs for other religious services, public gatherings, weddings, funerals and burials. She was at the beck and call of those who needed assistance—regardless of the time or weather. Remuneration was neither given nor expected for music lessons. Most of their receipts were distributed to others—church, family, friends, gifts and floral for all occasions.

Miss Ethel was one of the most sincere and unforgettable Christians I ever met or hope to meet. Happiness for her was doing for others—then feeling good about it. How do I know this? It was my joyful privilege to follow her superb endeavors for three quarters of a century. You see, she was my beloved "Sister".

A faithful friend has gone from us. A beautiful life has been called from its earthly abode to claim the bountiful riches of a Heavenly Home, where "death shall be no more." Poet Tagore of India said: "Death is not extinguishing the light. It is putting out the lamp because the dawn has come."

Already we miss you so very much, Sister! But this is not good-bye—it’s ‘til we meet again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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