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As you read this
mountain love story you'll be reminded how much times have changed,
and how many things also stay the same. Unlike today's microwave
society, one hundred years ago it wasn't at all unusual to wait years
for the fulfillment of a dream. But then again, Leona's and Perman's
long distance courtship isn't all that different from today's virtual
relationships. You'll also notice the strong Protestant heritage many
mountain folks share.
Finding A True Love
by Veta King
Leona Southard was on her
way to piano lessons when she found herself in a fix. Her buggy was
stuck in the mud until a kind, Southerner happened along and offered
a hand.
The young fourteen year old
girl did not recognize Perman Franklin as one whose family rented
farm land from her father, a prominent Seltice, Washington landowner.
Neither did Franklin know it was his landlord's daughter in the
buggy. He was too stricken by the thick, wavy dark hair and the
round, soft brown eyes. It was this chance meeting that paired these
two for the first time, beginning a friendship and a long storybook
romance.
The Bill Franklin family, of
the Banner community in the Great Smoky Mountains area, had traveled
west after hearing that 'there was a good living to be made there.'
Far across the plains and into Washington state they traveled, said
their Great Granddaughter Ersa Rhea Smith.
Perman's family remained in
Washington three or four years until the Smokies called them home
again in 1910. In this short time he and Leona became acquainted and
a courtship began. Before returning home, Perman's heart was
absolutely broken, said Smith, because young Leona broke off their
acquaintanceship. Leona, the eldest child, was a carbon copy of her
mother who died when she was three. Her father had hopes for college
in his daughter's future, and perhaps felt she was too young for a
serious courtship.
Back East, Perman's mother,
in frail health, confided in her son, “Now son, I don't want you
to marry until after I'm gone, and when you do marry, I want you to
marry my little Loanie girl.” After her death in 1913,
correspondence was rekindled by a sympathy card from Leona. Perman
was seeing someone else at the time.
He decided to write Leona,
and if he received an answer (even though she might never marry him)
he would never marry another, Smith said. The courtship, through
about 200 exchanged love letters, began and lasted for two years.
Leona wrote of plans to attend a college in Chicago, then teach
kindergartners. Smith said her grandfather or 'papa' wrote,
“Wouldn't you rather have your own children to teach?” His words
touched her heart.
Both were dedicated workers
in their Sunday Schools and churches. Perman, one founder of the
Pigeon Forge First Baptist, later wrote, “I'll ask you, do you love
your Sunday School class? There were over thirty little children at
one of the Sunday School classes here – Sunday before last –
without a teacher, and finally the superintendent had to appoint a
man to teach them.”
“When I read of the thirty
little children without a Sunday School teacher,” wrote Leona on
May 12, 1913, “I thought, 'there they will have a place for me, and
the sooner the better. Oh, how I love little children'.” Her
yearning to come east was clear.
The two planned, across the
miles, the building of their new home in the Smokies. As Perman, his
father and his brother Wiley worked o build their new home, he
imagined what life would soon be like with a wife and family.
Nestled at the foot of Sugar Camp to catch cool breezes and near the
meandering Mill Creek, Franklin soon completed his home and barn as
he waited fro Leona's father to give his consent.
Family and community members
knew nothing of his secret love out west, so one presumptuous lady
suggested to an embarrassed Franklin, that here was his house; she
had the furniture to fill it – so, “how about it?”
In December of 1914, an
excited Leona received her engagement ring in time for her 21st
birthday. By April of 1915, Perman boarded a train to Spokane where
Leona was visiting her maternal grandparents before moving east. She
was seated in the window of her grandparents' home when this man she
had grown to love, through words on paper, appeared across the
street. Leona rushed out the door, across the street and into his
arms, said Smith.
As their marriage together
began, the two began living out commitments made in letters. She
would read to him in the evenings the way his mother did when he was
young. He would surprise her with little gifts... a wild flower
placed in her hair, a bag of candy from the Saturday visit to town,
or a nice handkerchief folded in the shape of a tiny wild animal. At
the center of their commitment to each other was their commitment to
the Lord, said Smith. With that commitment came a strong faith.
“Nanny had such trust, she knew that whatever happened to her could
not happen to her without coming through the Lord first, “ she
added.
She surely must have drawn
strength from these word only a few months into her marriage when
Perman became ill with typhoid fever. With their first child coming,
Leona said she had decided that if her new husband died, she would
remain in the home he had made for her, Smith retold. The couple
survived that early hardship and many others. They worked together,
raised four daughters (Lee Walker, Perna Noland, Iva Campbell, and
Rue VanMiddlesworth) and grieved over an infant son's death at only
nine days old.
Through their 59 years
together, Perman continued to court his wife. As he had written
before they were married, 'since I can't do my courting before we get
married, I'll have to do my courting after.” Their life together,
which ended when he died on December 9, 1974, (she died in April of
'91), was as they had planned it to be, said Smith. As he brought
little gifts, she returned his kindness with a big hug and a kiss
with surprise and thankfulness in her voice as if this was the first
ever such gift. She continued bringing her husband's favorite
evening dessert out on the porch. As years passed, these evenings
began to include children, then grandchildren. The youngsters would
brush their grandmother's hair, and Papa would sit and watch Nannie
with the same admiration shown the young bride from the west.
Smith can hardly speak the
words as she describes her Grandparents' love story. She reflects,
“My grandparents had a true respect and appreciation for each
other. Decade after decade, the family witnessed Papa's courtship of
Nannie. He was true to his word; he courted her all the years of
their marriage.”
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