- Index
- From the Author
- Dedication
- About the Author
- Anniversaries
- Awards
- Agriculture
- Lealon Wyatt is First Countian
- Books Published
- Birthdays
- Churches and Ministries
- Churches Play Part
- Decatur County Church
- Decoration Day
- Hickory Grove Church
- Mt. Nebo Church
- Events
- Do You Remember . . .
- Midwifery Work
- DAR-UDC
- Fish Tales
- Perry County, Tennessee
- Post Offices and Postal Workers
- The River
- Scotts Hill's History
- Tolley Baseball Team
- Schools
- Bear Creek School
- "Pig-Tail School"
- Educational Changes Since 1927
- First School in Parsons
- Hickory Grove School
- "Miss Allie Mae" Retires
- Mt. Tabor School
- Sugar Tree Got Its Name
- War
- Copter Pilot Feels Lucky
- Mr. Tolley Recalls World War I
- Vietnam Orphans' Plea
- World War I Ending
- Healthy Looking Vietnamese
- Jerry C. Adkisson
- Eathel and Dorskie Austin
- Mr. & Mrs. Theodore Austin
- John Britt
- Tom Burton
- Sue Carrington
- Mike Chandler
- Charles Maxwell Collett 1
- Charles Maxwell Collett 2
- Charles Maxwell Collett 3
- Janice Collett
- Parker Collet
- James Charles Cooper
- Hazel Cottrell
- J. D. Dodd
- J. J. Douglas
- J. D. Featherston
- Lois Frizzell
- Linnie Maxwell Garner
- J. W. C. Gibson
- Lonnie Glasscock 1
- Lonnie Glasscock 2
- Mr. & Mrs. Daniel Graves
- Mr. & Mrs. Otis Graves
- Rube Haney
- Eugenia Hawkins
- Guy F. Hester
- Ralph Holland
- Stanley Holland
- Jerry House
- Kenny Houston
- Boyd Fielder Hufstedler
- David Inman
- William Mac Johnson
- Mr. & Mrs. Ray Jordan
- Kirby S. Kapp
- David Keen
- Effie King
- Bernard Lee
- Bernard Lee Family
- Edd Lee
- Lynette Lindsey
- Holland Odle Miller
- Myra Looney
- Chester Mays
- Mrs. Stanley Mays
- Everett McIllwain
- Horace K. Melton
- Earl Midgett
- Ada Moody
- Mary V. Moore 1
- Mary V. Moore 2
- Mrs. Ben Morris
- Benjamin F. Morris and Ben Morris, Jr.
- Doyle W. Neal
- Kermit E. Neal
- James Overton
- Bobby Pinkley
- Joe Potts
- Imogene Pratt
- Allie Ragsdale
- Mr. & Mrs. Jess Readey
- Harold Reeves
- L. C. Reeves
- Alice Ann Reid
- James Floyd Rogers
- Hettie L. Scott
- Harvey Smith
- Allie Mae Stevens
- Lowell Stonecipher
- John Tinker
- Mr. & Mrs. Ernest Taylor
- Joseph Bailey Taylor Family
- Billy W. Townsend
- Byron Townsend
- W. B. Townsend
- Mr. & Mrs. R. L. Wallace
- Elton Watlington
- Mrs. Robert Watkins
- Willard Watson
- Carolyn Davis Weatherford
- Lewis Welch
- Mr. & Mrs Andy West
- Lealon Wyatt
- Leo Yarbro
- Sallie Young
- Lillye Younger 1
- Lillye Younger 2
From Lillye Younger, People of Action (Decatur County Printers, 1983). Special thanks to Constance Collett and the estate of Lillye Younger for permission to make this web page.
DEDICATED TO CONSTANCE MAE MAXWELL COLLETT
THE BEST PERSON IN THE WORLD TO ME
Fall slipped in unannounced, seemingly as one had just looked down, and there it was. It was a lullaby of color, a blend of grays, tans, browns and russets to the eyes as smooth and restful as Mother's gentle humming is to a sleepy baby.
This describes the setting when a little baby arrived at the home of her parents the late Connie and Mae Washburn Maxwell. She was christened Constance Mae and born October 7th.
Born in the Baptist Hospital in Memphis, and the first baby in the family in many moons, she was the object of everyone's affection.
This little girl was reared in a Christian home, with all the advantages of life, yet she was an humble, unassuming child who shared her toys quite readily with her little friends. Selfishness, envy or jealousy have never had any part of her make—up.
Her parents were in a car wreck when she was 11 months of age and my husband and I, who were living in Paris, moved to Parsons to help out. I nursed her through a siege of whooping cough that lasted six weeks, while her mother was in Campbell's Clinic, being treated for a broken shoulder. She became so attached to me during that time that she didn't know her mother when she returned.
Her mother, the former Mae Washburn of Trenton, Tenn. had assisted my grandmother in rearing me, so she too was close to me.
The association between Constance and I has existed since those early days. We had a great part in her rearing and a neighbor once told me that we were closer than any sisters she had ever known.
Words cannot express how much her life has meant to me, through sorrow and happiness. She is like my right arm, always there when and willing to help me anytime, especially when the dark black clouds of loneliness roll in, as well as when the sea becomes a calm mirror of red colored lights and over everything there is a tranquil grandeur of beauty beyond the powers of words to describe.
I thank god for her. She is one of my closest relatives.