When Luther Kite signed his name—with a flourish—on the
draft registration card in June, 1917, he claimed an exemption from military service
owing to his responsibilities to support a wife and child.
That wasn’t entirely correct.
Yet.
It wasn’t until October 20, 1917, that Luther and Chevis Kite welcomed their firstborn daughter into the world—or at least into Erwin, Tennessee.
They named her, according to the Davis family Bible, Hazel Caroline Kite. I’m
sure she was an adorable baby girl—at least until the summer leading up to her
second birthday.
Then, suddenly—within the passage of only twelve hours—her body
was wracked with a fever so severe, it destroyed her tiny life. She
had succumbed to cerebrospinal meningitis.
The family—most likely it was Chevis’ mom, Martha Cassandra Davis—had entered her date of passing as June 17, 1919, but now that we have so
many digitized documents available to us through online resources, I see the official date of death was given as July 3 of that year.
Even that would be doubtful, however, if you note the
details on the death certificate. Notice the doctor asserted he attended the
child from July 3 through July 3. Then the second date was struck out and replaced
with the corrected July 4. Within that span of time, as the doctor indicated two
lines below, “death occurred, on the date stated above,” at 1:00 a.m.
Wouldn’t that be 1:00 a.m. on July 4?
It is what it is, however. The document recorded it that
way, and that’s the way it will be for anyone in the future seeking what became
of little Hazel Caroline.
She was buried not in Unicoi
County, where the young couple lived,
but in Carter County, the home of Luther Kite’s
family. Perhaps her burial arrangements were taken up by Chevis’ in-laws
because, like many recently married couples, the young parents were hard
pressed to scrape together the resources to handle such an unforeseen tragedy.
A tiny headstone for a tiny coffin proclaimed,
Hazel Carolina Kitedaughter ofF. L. and Chevis Kite1917 – 1919
Little Hazel was buried in the Patton-Simmons Cemetery.
Perhaps, remembering what I just wrote about Luther Kite’s mother, you may
have, like me, perked up upon hearing the name of that cemetery. I couldn’t resist taking a look to see how many others of
the Kite (or Kyte) family might have been buried there. I thought perhaps Hazel
would have been buried with her grandparents, but there was no sign of that, at least
according to the partially-transcribed records posted at Find A Grave.
There were, however, plenty of Simmons family members
represented. Among them was a gentleman, having died October 12, 1890, by the
name of Josephas F. Simmons. Just in case Josephas F. Simmons was not the Flavius J. Simmons I suspected
he might be, I took a look at his entry at Find A Grave—which showed his wife’s
name to be Mary William Simmons, aligning nicely with the information provided
on their daughter Maggie’s own death certificate, and whose 1876 death explained
why she hadn’t appeared in the Simmons household for the 1880 census.
Also included in the other Simmons family members at that
cemetery was Josephas’ own mother, Mary Kessler Simmons, who died in 1887. A
walk through that cemetery—admittedly a small one, with less than two hundred
burials—was a walk through family history for anyone claiming to be part of
Maggie May Simmons Kyte’s family.
Suffering the loss of a young child will always be a
disruptive experience in family life. While that was an occurrence more
familiar to those in previous centuries when medical advances we take for
granted were not available, it has always been a tragedy with repercussions in the
immediate family’s relationships.
Whether that was part of the difficulties tearing apart the
marriage of Luther and Chevis, I’ll never know. But I do know the family had
more than just that to be concerned with, that summer: they had a four month
old baby whom they hoped to guard from the ravages of the bacterial assault
that had so quickly claimed the life of her older sister. Emma Lee had taken
her place in the family constellation on March 2, 1919, and the loss of another child was, no doubt, the last thing her parents would want to experience.
Documentation is so important, it is a shame that people cannot record information correctly. :(
ReplyDeleteIt certainly puts me at a loss as to how to properly record it. I find myself not wishing to fight the official record, though, and just make up for it by making a few grouchy notes in my own database.
DeleteI wonder if the cerebrospinal meningitis came back with a WWI soldier.
ReplyDeleteIn any event - it sounds like a horrible way to die - and so sad when it is a such a young child - one never knows what she might have achieved in her life - if she had but the chance.
Yes, it is a devastating disease. Who knows how it gets to be where it surfaces. I remember the sheer terror that tore through the families whose children were attending the day care center where my daughter once went, when one unfortunate child was struck with that same illness. While he, thankfully, survived, it was an incredible battle involving serious doses of the best medical care plus many fervent prayers.
DeleteThe name of the cemetery certainly expanded your Simmons repertoire.
ReplyDeleteIt sure did, Wendy! Instant expansion of one whole branch! Those roots back there grow deep.
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