I love the Ashland area. I love Jesse Stuart. I love Jesse Stuart's wife. I knew them both, in passing.
When I was a freshman in college, a chemistry major, I knew little about Kentucky literature. My sister was a whiz kid in English Literature, I was a dumb ass.
To get a couple days off I was given the opportunity to take these three egg-heads “English Majors” around campus to make sure that they were where they should be at the appointed time. It was a wonderful time to get a little time off.
The three were Jesse Stuart, Harriett Simpson Arnow and Robert Penn Warren. I had never read a book by any of the three. I instantly fell in love with Jesse, he was just a wonderful person. I instantly did not like Harriett. I could not figure out Robert Penn Warren. At the end of the week I had two new uncles and a very strange aunt.
Now years later after having read all of their books I know that in my ignorance I wasted a wonderful opportunity to get an
education from three literary giants, but I think that they actually understood my ignorance, being a chemistry major.
In 1987 I was calling on Ashland Petroleum in Ashland, KY. I took an extra half day on my trip and went to look up Jesse Stuart’s place because at the time I could not get the first book he wrote, “Beyond Dark Hills” *see note below (circa 1938) as it was not in publication at that time.
Being an ass hole, I walked up to his widows house and simply introduced myself. It was Naomi Stuart, his widow.
She was old and sweet. She gave me an old smelly copy of the book and refuse to let me pay for it. A few years later she was dead. If you believe in the Jewish tradition that good works gets you into heaven, then Naomi Stuart is there because she had no reason on earth to befriend me, but she offered me food, drink and gave me a book without knowing me from Adam. She is in heaven folks. What a sweetheart. She would not let me call her Mrs. Stuart, it had to be Naomi. God bless her soul.
I have been blessed by a girl and a guy from the Ashland, Kentucky area. Wonderful people.
*note:
Jesse wrote “Beyond Dark Hills” getting his masters at Vandy. His professor was Robert Penn Warren. It was supposed to be a few pages and Jesse’s book was over 100. So Robert Penn Warren gave him a bad grade. However, Jesse got enough money to get back the next semester. Robert Penn Warren told me, when I was stupid, that he had given Jesse a failing grade. Dumb Bert did not understand it.
My sister got a graduate degree from the same college in English Literature. She would have killed for the same opportunity that her science brother ignored.
May God bless those good people.