{"id":9397,"date":"2014-04-20T18:35:48","date_gmt":"2014-04-20T22:35:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/getitright.pmss.net\/?page_id=9397"},"modified":"2020-09-16T20:32:18","modified_gmt":"2020-09-17T00:32:18","slug":"sally-loomis","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=9397","title":{"rendered":"SARAH MARCIA LOOMIS Staff"},"content":{"rendered":"<h5>Pine Mountain Settlement School<br \/>Series 09: BIOGRAPHY &#8211; Staff\/Personnel<br \/>Sarah Marcia Loomis, Staff at PMSS 1929-1931<\/h5>\n<h2>SARAH MARCIA LOOMIS Staff<\/h2>\n<hr \/>\n<p><strong>TAGS: <\/strong>Sarah Marcia Loomis, Sally Loomis, Little Laurel School, English teacher, Wellesley College, Wellesley College News, May D. George, one-room schools, Grenoble France, Medical Settlement at Big Laurel, poetry, Fiddler John Lewis, Louise Lewis, Aunt Louize, Neverstill, Appalachian language, Paul Cuffe, Quakers, Harvard Fogg Museum, New Bedford Whaling Museum<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<h3>SARAH MARCIA LOOMIS (b.1905 &#8211; d.1985)<\/h3>\n<p>Sarah Marcia Loomis, called &#8220;Sally,&#8221; was a teacher at the Little Laurel school from 1929-31. Little Laurel was a one-room satellite school for the Pine Mountain Settlement School, Harlan County, Kentucky. The remote rural area was a substantial shift for Sally.<\/p>\n<p>Born in 1905, Sally was a native of Elkhart, Indiana, and had been educated early in life in urban schools in Detroit, Michigan, and in Toledo, Ohio. She also spent time in 1923 in a school in Grenoble, France, near the borders of Switzerland and northern Italy.<\/p>\n<p>When Sally\u00a0came to Pine Mountain, she was 24 and had just graduated from Wellesley College where she distinguished herself as editor of the <em>Wellesley College News<\/em> (1927-28) and where she had been inducted into the Phi Beta Kappa honorary society.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Education became her life-long career. She stayed for two years at the school in Harlan County, Kentucky. One of the most remote of Pine Mountain&#8217;s satellite programs, Little Laurel was approximately five miles from the administrative center at Pine Mountain Settlement School. Teachers at Little Laurel worked out of and lived at the <a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=2891\">Big Laurel Medical Settlement<\/a> in between Pine Mountain and Little Laurel.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_5326\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-5326\" class=\"wp-image-5326 size-medium\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/X_100_workers_2542_mod-300x259.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"259\" srcset=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/X_100_workers_2542_mod-300x259.jpg 300w, http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/X_100_workers_2542_mod-1024x884.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/X_100_workers_2542_mod-624x539.jpg 624w, http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/X_100_workers_2542_mod.jpg 1500w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-5326\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Tea on the lawn at Zande House [Dogwood Breakfast ?], 1930. (l. to r.) Sally Loomis, a visitor Miss Taylor, Dr. Alfreda Withington, Miss Burbrick, Mrs. Burns, Miss Melville, Mrs. Barti&#8230;, Miss McDavid, Mrs. Bo&#8230; [X_100_workers_2541.jpg]<\/p><\/div>\n<h3 id=\"block-52053da1-4ff0-446e-a809-4f3b801cf13c\" class=\"block-editor-block-list__block wp-block is-selected rich-text block-editor-rich-text__editable wp-block\" tabindex=\"0\" role=\"textbox\" contenteditable=\"true\" aria-label=\"Write heading\u2026\" aria-multiline=\"true\" data-block=\"52053da1-4ff0-446e-a809-4f3b801cf13c\" data-type=\"core\/heading\" data-title=\"Heading\">SARAH MARCIA LOOMIS: After Pine Mountain<\/h3>\n<p>Sally left her Pine Mountain appointment after two years in 1931 to continue her education at Radcliffe College where she sought and received an M.A. in English. She then held a variety of teaching positions including secondary schools as well as colleges. She was briefly at the Western College for Women, the University of New Hampshire\u00a0(1946-47), and last, back to Wellesley, her alma mater, to teach in the English department in 1947. She showed an early\u00a0interest in American culture and found time to study for her PhD. in the History of American Culture at the University of Chicago. Though her preliminary exams were completed, she never obtained her degree from Chicago.<\/p>\n<p>In 1957 she took a position with the\u00a0Fogg Museum of Harvard University where she worked with noted archaeologist George Hanfmann as the\u00a0administrative and financial secretary for the Harvard-Cornell Archaeological Exploration of Sardis under Professor Hanfmann&#8217;s field direction. She remained in this\u00a0position until her retirement in 1967 when she returned to Cambridge. While in retirement in Cambridge she returned to her American culture studies and pursued research for a book about the African American Quaker merchant, sea captain, and trader,\u00a0<strong>Paul Cuffe<\/strong> (1759-1817), who lived in\u00a0Westport, Massachusetts. Cuffe has recently garnered interest among\u00a0scholars for his early work to return freed blacks to Africa, later called the Back to Africa Movement. Cuffe managed to establish a colony in Sierra Leone that began the difficult process of emigration of blacks to the colony. Sally Loomis died in February 1985 before she was able to complete her research and her book. Her papers related to her research on Cuffe were given to the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.whalingmuseum.org\/explore\/library\/finding-aids\/mss101#relatedmatlink\">New Bedford Whaling Museum Archives Library<\/a>.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Sally never forgot her formative experiences teaching children in a one-room school in the Kentucky mountains, living at Pine Mountain Settlement School&#8217;s medical extension at Big Laurel, and later assisting the staff on the PMSS campus. She corresponded with the School regularly, keeping in touch with the latest news and sending donations. She wrote in one of her letters that, <em>&#8220;&#8230;my heart is there still.&#8221; <\/em>In another letter, she recommends <span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">her aunt, <\/span><b>Miss May D. George<\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">, as a qualified music teacher and tutor for PMSS, who was subsequently hired by the School.<\/span> In 1933, Sally arranged for an exchange of correspondence between PMSS students and her students in a New London, Connecticut, school where she was teaching at the time. Throughout the years since Pine Mountain, she gave many talks and programs about the School, raising awareness of its mission and reliance on donations. (For images and a list of contents of her letters with Pine Mountain staff, see <a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=79474\">SARAH MARCIA LOOMIS Correspondence<\/a>.)<\/p>\n<h3 id=\"block-52053da1-4ff0-446e-a809-4f3b801cf13c\" class=\"block-editor-block-list__block wp-block is-selected rich-text block-editor-rich-text__editable wp-block\" tabindex=\"0\" role=\"textbox\" contenteditable=\"true\" aria-label=\"Write heading\u2026\" aria-multiline=\"true\" data-block=\"52053da1-4ff0-446e-a809-4f3b801cf13c\" data-type=\"core\/heading\" data-title=\"Heading\">SARAH MARCIA LOOMIS: Her Poetry<\/h3>\n<p>Sally Loomis&#8217;s life was one that quite clearly reflects her interest in social justice, her concern for the poor and disadvantaged, and her devotion to the craft of journalism. Her poem &#8220;Neverstill&#8221; is a rich tapestry of Appalachian influences and many of the later themes of her life.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Neverstill,&#8221; for the quaking fern of the same name, follows the themes\u00a0of many mountain ballads and captures the fatalism of much of the favored balladry of the region, The poignant poem&#8217;s story is based on histories gathered from residents in the Pine Mountain community and in this particular case, the family of <a title=\"FIDDLER JOHN\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=4631\">Fiddler John Lewis<\/a>.\u00a0The fatalism expressed by Aunt Louize Lewis, Fiddler John&#8217;s wife, may be found reflected in many of the ballads popular in the culture of the Southern Appalachians. Sally Loomis has used this form to capture some of the experiences of Louize and her husband\u00a0Fiddler John Lewis,\u00a0whose conversations obviously formed the context\u00a0of the poem. The experiences\u00a0Loomis\u00a0had while working at Little Laurel and while in direct contact with the Lewis family are woven into the poem.<\/p>\n<p>Reading this narrative poem, it&#8217;s not difficult to imagine sitting on the cabin porch of Aunt Louize and Fiddler John as they shared their stories. The couple was a favorite with Pine Mountain workers and the Lewis home warmly welcomed all who visited to &#8220;sit a spell.&#8221;<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_5518\" style=\"width: 584px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-5518\" class=\" wp-image-5518\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/lave017-300x194.jpg\" alt=\"Fiddling John Lewis and his wife, Louize. [lave017.jpg]\" width=\"574\" height=\"371\" srcset=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/lave017-300x194.jpg 300w, http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/lave017-624x403.jpg 624w, http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/lave017.jpg 1000w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 574px) 100vw, 574px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-5518\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Fiddling John Lewis and his wife, Louize. [lave017.jpg]<\/p><\/div>\n<p><strong>Gallery: &#8220;Neverstill&#8221; and &#8220;The Dead Child&#8221; Poems<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\t\t<style>\n\t\t\t#gallery-1 {\n\t\t\t\tmargin: auto;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t#gallery-1 .gallery-item {\n\t\t\t\tfloat: left;\n\t\t\t\tmargin-top: 10px;\n\t\t\t\ttext-align: center;\n\t\t\t\twidth: 33%;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t#gallery-1 img {\n\t\t\t\tborder: 2px solid #cfcfcf;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t#gallery-1 .gallery-caption {\n\t\t\t\tmargin-left: 0;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t\/* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes\/media.php *\/\n\t\t<\/style>\n\t\t<div id='gallery-1' class='gallery galleryid-9397 gallery-columns-3 gallery-size-thumbnail'><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9404'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/loomis_neverstill_001-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9404\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9404'>\n\t\t\t\tSally Loomis, Neverstill.  [loomis_neverstill_001.jpg]\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9405'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/loomis_neverstill_002-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9405\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9405'>\n\t\t\t\tSally Loomis, Neverstill.  [loomis_neverstill_002.jpg]\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9406'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/loomis_neverstill_003-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9406\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9406'>\n\t\t\t\tSally Loomis, Neverstill.  [loomis_neverstill_003.jpg]\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><br style=\"clear: both\" \/><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9407'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/loomis_neverstill_004-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9407\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9407'>\n\t\t\t\tSally Loomis, Neverstill.  [loomis_neverstill_004.jpg]\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9398'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/loomis_neverstill_005-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9398\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9398'>\n\t\t\t\tSally Loomis, Neverstill.  [loomis_neverstill_005.jpg]\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9399'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/loomis_neverstill_006-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9399\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9399'>\n\t\t\t\tSally Loomis, Neverstill.  [loomis_neverstill_006.jpg]\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><br style=\"clear: both\" \/><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9400'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/loomis_neverstill_007-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9400\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9400'>\n\t\t\t\tSally Loomis, Neverstill.  [loomis_neverstill_007.jpg]\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9401'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/loomis_neverstill_008-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9401\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9401'>\n\t\t\t\tSally Loomis, Neverstill.  [loomis_neverstill_008.jpg]\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9402'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/loomis_neverstill_009-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9402\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9402'>\n\t\t\t\tSally Loomis, Neverstill.  [loomis_neverstill_009.jpg]\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><br style=\"clear: both\" \/><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=9403'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/loomis_neverstill_010-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-9403\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-9403'>\n\t\t\t\tSally Loomis, Neverstill.  [loomis_neverstill_010.jpg]\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl>\n\t\t\t<br style='clear: both' \/>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p><strong>TRANSCRIPTION: &#8220;Neverstill&#8221; and &#8220;The Dead Child&#8221; Poems<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>NEVERSTILL<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Aunt Louize edged her chair to the door and the sun.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">&#8221;John, Fiddler John, come view the mountain now!&#8221;<sup><br \/><\/sup>But John was deaf, as deaf as\u00a0she was\u00a0lame.<br \/>John never came.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">She sat\u00a0there on the cabin porch and felt<br \/>The warm air fan her withered cheek<br \/>And harked the chatter from the dogwood bough,<br \/>And the\u00a0singlng, rushing in the creek,<br \/>Oh, it had been so long to wait tills time!<br \/>But she was feeling it once more;<br \/>Her eightieth spring this one,<br \/>Greener than ary one before.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">&#8220;Hit&#8217;s greenin&#8217; up again,&#8221;\u00a0she\u00a0whispered in great Joy,<br \/>Straining old eyes and dim,<br \/>To see a new haze gently blur<br \/>The mountain&#8217;s rim.<br \/>&#8220;The hills shall skip like lambs,&#8221;she sang<br \/>Of the mountain scallops &#8216;gainst the sky engraved.<br \/>Anew with gushing torrents laved<br \/>Were the mountain sides, and gay<br \/>With sarvice and red maples braved.<br \/>Under the trees, where she could never go again<br \/>The bloodroot and anemone were springing,<br \/>And the fronds, tight curled and gray<br \/>Were opening to the redbirds&#8217; singing.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Oh the neverstill, the trembling fern,<br \/>That set her deepest self astir,<br \/>Oh the sun flecked through the beeches&#8217; green,<br \/>That brought tears to the eyes of her!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">It would be spring on yon side too,<br \/>Where Pearl, her only son within this life,<br \/>Lived with\u00a0a child she&#8217;d never seen<br \/>And an unknown wife..<br \/>(Harlan town, Harlan town,<br \/>She&#8217;d told him he must not go down &#8212;<br \/>The public works, the mines, can&#8217; t last.<br \/>She had been right, they were ending fast.)<br \/>Here In this valley, from this soil,<br \/>With the mountain brooding over,<br \/>was life for them. But Pearl, like John,<br \/>Must be a rover.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">John roved no more, she thought,<br \/>Her old, lean bosom welling<br \/>With the love that sixty years ago<br \/>Was newly swelling.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px; text-align: center;\">John, she thought, you must come out<br \/>And\u00a0view the mountain now.<br \/>John, what are you about?<\/p>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\">I.<\/h3>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">She sat there on the cabin porch, and felt<br \/>The warm air fan her withered cheek.<br \/>The mountain, looming there, meant all her life.<br \/>Almost she had been born right here:<br \/>The first she recollected was her second year,<br \/>When she came ever from yon side.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Spring it was then, spring In its pride.<br \/>Mammy was on the mule, piled high with household\u00a0plunder<br \/>With pans and kettles peeping out from under.<br \/>And little Marthy sleeping at her breast.<br \/>Her pap marched on ahead, a rifle slung<br \/>Upon his back, and leading their two cows &#8212;<br \/>One was part buffalo, the other like a faun*<br \/>Aunt\u00a0Bythie trudged beside, and packed Louize<br \/>When she grew tired and needed rest.<br \/>They had been walking, so since early dawn.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Louize remembered that she had a duck<br \/>She hugged tight to her in her love,<br \/>Until she strangled it, and heard Aunt Bythie say<br \/>&#8220;Low, honey, throw the nasty thing away.&#8221;<br \/>Under a great flat rock up on the top<br \/>She&#8217;d left her pet, and cried for quite a mile.<br \/>And the singing world sang falsely for a while.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">That was the first she knew of death; It was<br \/>Her earliest memory. What a thing<br \/>To think about, now it was spring!<br \/>Except that it was always so &#8212;<br \/>Just when you held your breath<br \/>For beauty, there was death.<\/p>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\">II.<\/h3>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">The thick, green darkness of the valley then,<br \/>Before it had been cleared by men!<br \/>They cooked out in the open till the fall,<br \/>And she remembered Marthy&#8217;s bonnet,<br \/>That Marthy, being heedless, for she was so small,<br \/>Let slip Into the fire and come to grief.<br \/>Louizey wept; it was\u00a0a pretty thing.<br \/>Purple grounded, with red runnin&#8217; flowers upon it.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">They all holp raise the house, or thought they holp<br \/>To roll the logs up poles into their places,<br \/>And tamp the stone that was the hearth.<br \/>There was a hole to let the light come through.<br \/>And bitterly it let the cold in too.<br \/>And that first winter&#8217;s floor was frozen earth.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Yet\u00a0they would sit, the firelight on their faces.<br \/>On puncheon stools, and the front of them was hot,<br \/>And hear their mammy and Aunt Bythie sing<br \/>Song ballads, and their pap tell tales.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Pap&#8217;s ancestor In England had been close<br \/>To England&#8217;s King, until one day<br \/>He spoke his mind, and the king, his parrot bird<br \/>Went straight to tattle what he&#8217;d overheard.<br \/>And that was why the ancestor had come<br \/>Across the sea to seek him a new home.<br \/>Her mammy then would laugh and say<br \/>That her ancestor and\u00a0his woman went<br \/>To see a great shlp set\u00a0its billowy sails<br \/>For this new world, and the man person got<br \/>Aboard, and when they cast the rope<br \/>And ocean all about the vessel rose,<br \/>His woman Jumped on too, not to be left alone.<br \/>They&#8217;d nary thing along but what they wore.<br \/>And on the journey her first child she bore.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Louize drank In the stories one by one.<br \/>Winter held joys, but spring, with all in leaf<br \/>And song, and bearing young, was joy.<br \/>The second spring her mother bore a boy;<br \/>And when the faun cow found her calf,<br \/>&#8216;Twas given Louize to be her very own.<br \/>Many the slow hours at the door she spent<br \/>Feeding it the hard-won corn, breaking<br \/>It from the cob, her eyes on waking<br \/>Mountain, till she felt the calf<br \/>Nibble her fingers, and about to cry<br \/>She heard her mammy, mocking, laugh<br \/>And call her in to nurse her crying brother.<br \/>Thenceforth she was a woman, caring for the young,<br \/>Laughing at pain, like mother.<br \/>Taking her place the woman folks among.<\/p>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\">III.<\/h3>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">There were more valley folk come crowding now,<br \/>With their log raisIngs, grubbings stir-offs, where<br \/>All worked or played together.<br \/>They shared the sugar when the maples ran,<br \/>And feasts of turkey, deer and bear.<br \/>They lent their mules to plow,<br \/>And helped to clear each other&#8217;s hills of stones.<br \/>They hoed their corn through all the summer weather,<br \/>And in the evening Joined in Old Doc Jones,<br \/>Or Skipped to my Lou in the soft night air.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">There was old Ruthie Young, the doctorin&#8217; woman.<br \/>Old Ruthie Young, that no one thought could die,<br \/>Till once she went to bring a baby in;<br \/>Louize, who took an axe and went ahead,<br \/>The nag, breaking it footholds in the ice,<br \/>For a piece, and then went home to bed,<br \/>Was the last to see old Ruth, of ary human.<br \/>They never found her body, quick or dead.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">And there was Mossy Turner, who had left her man.<br \/>But used to come back now and again<br \/>To borry baccer. Louize could not abide<br \/>A woman who could have so little pride.<br \/>(But then, she couldn&#8217;t stand tobacco smoke.<br \/>She had done well to make her John and all<br \/>Her sons be chewin&#8217; men instead.)<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">But they&#8217;d good times in the days long by<br \/>Huntin&#8217; sang, which fetched a handsome price.<br \/>Up on the mountain they would go for possum<br \/>In the spiced cool evenings of the fall.<br \/>Or when the air was sweet with bud and blossom.<br \/>One evening they were there too late<br \/>To see to walk, and had to wait<br \/>At Jack&#8217;s Gap till the dawn brought light.<br \/>One of the boys had powder in his gun<br \/>To start a fire, but shot a bird for fun.<br \/>And they were left there in the cold all night<br \/>A-punishin&#8217;. (For they&#8217;d no matches then.<br \/>No, not Louizey reckoned, till the war of hate<br \/>Twixt north and south was done.<br \/>And those three boys and men<br \/>Were buried, everyone.)<\/p>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\">IV.<\/h3>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">That was as lonesome time as ever she had seen,<br \/>She was alone up on the mountain when it came.<br \/>She heard them beating up the volunteers,<br \/>And from that moment nothing was the same.<br \/>She was the man folks of the home henceforth.<br \/>She bent her straight young back to make a crop,<br \/>To have the soldiers\u00a0passing take the whole.<br \/>And try to kiss her when she bade them stop.<br \/>And in the winter when the creek was ice,<br \/>She fetched the water, and she split the kindling,<br \/>And planned a perilous trip across the hills<br \/>When their meal supply was dwindling.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Those trips, when she was Just fifteen, were all<br \/>She&#8217;d ever made across to yonder side.<br \/>She was alone, and there were soldiers everywhere:<br \/>But when she passed them she would hide<br \/>Her fears in Jesting and In laughter.<br \/>Sometimes a peart one followed after<br \/>To ask her if she&#8217;d take a lover.<br \/>She vowed she&#8217;d have none till the war was over.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">One day, in early spring it was,<br \/>When gray fronds were uncurling sweet,<br \/>And the wind, quite cold for April days.<br \/>Threw frosty petals at her feet,<br \/>From Crabtrace in Virginny she was turning back,<br \/>Stooping beneath her commeal poke,<br \/>When she saw a group of rebels camped.<br \/>They didn&#8217;t see her till she spoke<br \/>For they were taunting a young man,<br \/>A boy\u00a0almost, whom they had taken.<br \/>They&#8217;d stripped him of his uniform;<br \/>He stood there shivering and forsaken.<br \/>Louize strode angry to their midst,<br \/>&#8220;It&#8217;s a shame, its a sin to you,&#8221; she cried.<br \/>&#8220;He&#8217;s but a little rabbit soldier.<br \/>Have you grown men no pride?&#8221;<br \/>And as she went her way into the spring,<br \/>She felt their silence following.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">The war dragged on, and she did for a while,<br \/>Her young back strained with every\u00a0mile<br \/>Of packing meal. The pain grew ever.<br \/>And she toiled on with Joyless smile.<br \/>Till she was taken with a fever.<br \/>For days and days, they said, she swooned<br \/>After they told her of her brother&#8217;s wound.<br \/>They healed him with Ezekiel, as men did of yore:<br \/>&#8220;When I passed thee, polluted in thy\u00a0blood &#8230;<br \/>But they feared Louize\u00a0would die before<br \/>Another spring should bud.<\/p>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\">V.<\/h3>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Then after the worry and the war.<br \/>When her pap and brother were home once more.<br \/>And the fever had cooled in Loulze&#8217;s brain,<br \/>She stepped out Into the world again.<br \/>It was spring as now, and her heart was leaping<br \/>At the heavy sweetness around her creeping.<br \/>Oh, the neverstill, the trembling fern<br \/>That set her singing self astir,<br \/>Oh ,the sun flecks seen through the beeches green,<br \/>And the Joy in the heart of her.<br \/>&#8220;I will lift mine eyes to the hills,&#8221; she thought,<br \/>As her eyes the familiar scallops sought;<br \/>And she felt the ends of her fingers itch<br \/>To turn the soil that smelled so rich.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">A stranger was passing by the gate.<br \/>It was good to call out, as before<br \/>The dark mistrusting of the war,<br \/>&#8220;Come in, and stay. It&#8217;s growing late.<br \/>The sun-ball&#8217;s dropping on the hill.<br \/>Come in, and rest, and eat your fill.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">At Louize&#8217;s words the stranger turned,<br \/>And her face with a strange new fever burned.<br \/>For It was, yes, surely &#8211; the rabbit soldier,<br \/>Grown handsome and strong as he&#8217;d grown older,<br \/>And there was a fiddle strung on his shoulder.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">He didn&#8217;t know, she was glad to think<br \/>AS they passed together through the door,-<br \/>He&#8217;d forgotten they had met before.<br \/>But then he turned to her with a wink.<br \/>And she felt her fever mounting higher.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Oh,the tunes he played around the fire<br \/>That evening while Louize knit &#8212;<br \/>For &#8220;fiddln&#8217; is just idlin&#8217; the time,&#8221;<br \/>And her mother disapproved of It.<br \/>When he made the songs to mingle and chime,<br \/>She&#8217;d glance up then to see it done.<br \/>And his eyes would twinkle at her in fun<br \/>Till she brought hers back again with a Jerk<br \/>And bent them sternly over her work.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Oh, the tales he&#8217;d tell of a summer&#8217;s day!<br \/>(For the stranger decided he could stay).<br \/>Her brother liked best the tale of how<br \/>Grant left Lee his horses to plow, &#8212;<br \/>For the fiddler had heard from Grant&#8217;s own mouth<br \/>His words at the victory over the south.<br \/>The tale that Marthy liked to hear<br \/>Was the Indians&#8217; capture of Fiddler John,<br \/>When they most from them that he had to fear l<br \/>Was their wanting to keep him on and on &#8212;<br \/>For they loved his fiddling, as who would not?<br \/>And the chief offered him an Indian maid,<br \/>Solid gold from the waist, he said,<br \/>If he&#8217;d stay with them, and share their lot.<br \/>And Fiddler John would have none of it,<br \/>But was off and away.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">And. Louize would sit<br \/>Drinking it in, and very still,<br \/>Never able to get her fill.<br \/>The tale she liked, though she wouldn&#8217;t say,<br \/>Was the time. when the fiddler went far away,<br \/>Over to West Virginny to play<br \/>In a fiddling contest. There he won<br \/>The bright little goldpiece he had on a chain<br \/>On a bet that a fiddler, very vain<br \/>In a velvet coat, could play better than he.<br \/>But where that fellow single noted.<br \/>Fiddler John could play two or three<br \/>Notes together, and when they voted,<br \/>His was the prize for Little Mohee.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">And then came a time, as summer fled,<br \/>When Louize reckoned, with growing dread.<br \/>That the fiddler soon must go away.<br \/>He followed her out to milk that day,<br \/>And confirmed her fears with the first he said.<br \/>&#8220;will you take my goldpiece and wear for me,<br \/>Louize?&#8221; But she couldn&#8217;t speak<br \/>For the hot blood rising in her cheek.<br \/>Then, I will build a cabin, Lou,<br \/>And when I have it ready for you<br \/>Will you marry me?&#8221; But Louize said nought.<br \/>For her mammy didn&#8217;t like fiddlln&#8217;. Then<br \/>Fiddler John took the pail away<br \/>So she couldn&#8217;t milk, and he turned her face<br \/>To his own, and their eyes &#8211; oh, the sweet of It yet!<br \/>In sixty years she could not forget.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">And so it came to pass that when<br \/>Louize had woven her linsey-woolsey,<br \/>And a stout young mule and cow were bought,<br \/>And the snows of winter, every trace,<br \/>Were lost in a riotous spring day,<br \/>She and John came here to stay.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">John, she thought, you must come out<br \/>And view the mountain now,<br \/>John, what are you about?<\/p>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\">VI.<\/h3>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Spring again! So many she had sat<br \/>Here in the door-way, with a least &#8216;un at her breast,<br \/>Singing her child to sleep toward night.<br \/>Viewing the mountain, as it was now, dressed<br \/>In purple red of redbud, and in dogwood white.<br \/>But John had gone<br \/>A-wandering ever. He had left her stark alone<br \/>Sometimes, to fend for younguns as she could.<br \/>(She could not blame him, even if she would.)<br \/>And the Lord had gathered three of her own flesh<br \/>Back to Him, ere they knew there was a world<br \/>Outside the cabin and the laurel bresh.<br \/>Louize grew slowly hard, until she never cried.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">One fine lad, named for John, had died<br \/>In war beyond the sea. She didn&#8217;t know<br \/>Where they had laid his soft fair hair that curled.<br \/>A slide in the mines upon yon side took Jo,<br \/>The stoutest of them all, her Jo had been.<br \/>An unknown neighbor all unseen<br \/>Had lay-wayed Sol there at the logging bridge, &#8212;<br \/>Sol who was out at all times hunting on the ridge.<br \/>And her least &#8216;un, kindly and so slow,<br \/>Had died in childbed, many a year ago.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Of all the eight, Pearl, Pearl alone was left,<br \/>And Sal, at Gander Fork, said men<br \/>Were being killed at Harlan town again.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">And yet, how lovely on the mountain were the feet<br \/>Of spring that cometh, and the air was sweet.<br \/>Life had been good; the mountain, like a god<br \/>Within her life was bursting new again.<br \/>She was not old, she was not yet bereft,<br \/>For one had need of her<br \/>This year, when spring set all her depths astir.<br \/>John, her life&#8217;s love, grown helpless with the years,<br \/>Was with her to the end, peace to her fears.<\/p>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\">VII.<\/h3>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Above the cabin roof the sun stood high, &#8211;<br \/>She must go in and mix him up some bread.<br \/>On the brightness and the song she turned her back<br \/>And edged her chair into the cabin&#8217;s black.<br \/>The light had made her blind &#8230; But there<br \/>He was. He had not heard her tread.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">John, she thought, why didn&#8217;t you come out<br \/>And view the mountain, John?<br \/>John,what are you about?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">For John was drooping in his chair. Asleep?<br \/>No, for she heard no slightest sound.<br \/>She felt the truth now in the very air;<br \/>Clutching her old,\u00a0lean bosom was a certain dread.<br \/>She called him, touched him, felt him,<br \/>Tried to move him,\u00a0though she could not move him &#8212;<br \/>Twas death again. Her Fiddler John was dead.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">She passed into the sun. Yet none came by<br \/>To call to.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Louize sat now<br \/>In the cabin porch, and found<br \/>The warm air on her withered cheeks.<br \/>The catbird on the bough<br \/>Was hideous screaming now.<br \/>An ugly din the rushing of the creeks.<br \/>And God, the mountain, looming there,<br \/>Was a great wall between<br \/>Herself and Pearl.<br \/>Spring,\u00a0setting her astir<br \/>Had been bewitching, trapping, cruelly mocking her.<br \/>And. so the mountain, great and hard, serene,<br \/>Meant only death.<br \/>It happened thus, when you for beauty held your breath.<br \/>But slowly beauty ceased, to pain<br \/>And was not.<br \/>In life there is no peace.<br \/>Here was a staff to her hand.<br \/>&#8216;Twas John&#8217;s, &#8212; a gnarled laurel shoot<br \/>Which lent her strength to stand.<br \/>She felt a surge of youth again<br \/>As the old path met her foot.<br \/>The mountain, which had lain<br \/>There throughout time, would bring release,<br \/>Would bring her death, her one desire,<br \/>As she climbed higher.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">They found her old, worn body on the hill,<br \/>Amid the bloodroot, and the neverstill.<\/p>\n<p>Sally Loomis [Sarah Marcia Loomis]<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p>In the second poem left at\u00a0the School by Sally Loomis, the atmosphere is even more somber and ominous. The poem tells the story of the death of a young child who, it would seem, saw her own death coming.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>The Dead Child.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">This &#8216;n&#8217;s Cleo, this &#8216;n&#8217;s Mildred, &#8212; Mildred&#8217;s dead.<br \/>Mildred was allus different from the other two.<br \/>Folks said, &#8220;That youngun&#8217;s far too bright to raise.&#8221;<br \/>But then I never took no count of all their praise.<br \/>ThinkIn&#8217; they was only talkin&#8217; like they do,<br \/>Mildred had her a fresh dress from out that drawer<br \/>Ever day, and If she soiled It playin&#8217; on the floor<br \/>She&#8217;d fold hit up and put hit back,<br \/>And take another one, &#8212; and her just five.<br \/>Seems like I never thought of it. whenever she&#8217;s alive.<br \/>But she was different, everybody said.<br \/>She&#8217;d fetch a chair for anyone that come.<br \/>And when they went they always begged to take her home with them.<br \/>A little piece afore she died, one day<br \/>I quarreled at her for playin&#8217; round my feet,<br \/>Said, &#8220;Mildred, you&#8217;re a bother.&#8221; So she took her chair.<br \/>And sot her down. &#8220;Mammy, I&#8217;ll sing to you.&#8221;<br \/>She had a voice that was so clear and sweet,<br \/>And she could sing most ever song I knew.<br \/>I can&#8217;t forget the song she sang that day,<br \/>&#8220;When the roll Is called up yonder, I&#8217;ll be thar.&#8221;<br \/>Then we went out and heared the train<br \/>Whistle on yon side the mountain on the track,-<br \/>We always year hit when hit&#8217;s goin&#8217; to rain.<br \/>And Mildred said, &#8220;Ain&#8217;t that a&#8221;lonesome call?&#8221;<br \/>Still I thought nothin&#8217; of it all,<br \/>Till three days later she was dead.<br \/>We didn&#8217;t know how bad it was, you see, &#8212;<br \/>Her leg swoll up and got all black.<br \/>He could have saved her, Doctor Metcalf said,<br \/>&#8230; But seems like Mildred knew it had to be.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Sally Loomis<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><strong>See Also:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=4631\">FIDDLER JOHN LEWIS and Aunt Louize<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=53937\">LEWIS FAMILY<\/a><br \/><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=79474\"><strong>SARAH MARCIA LOOMIS Correspondence<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<table style=\"color: #757575; width: 100%; height: 2497px;\" border=\"0\" width=\"85%\" cellspacing=\"0\" cellpadding=\"4\" bgcolor=\"#fdebc6\"><colgroup> <col width=\"72\" \/> <col width=\"184\" \/><\/colgroup>\n<tbody>\n<tr style=\"height: 60px;\">\n<td style=\"height: 60px;\" width=\"28%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Title<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td style=\"height: 60px;\" width=\"72%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><strong>SARAH MARCIA LOOMIS<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr style=\"height: 60px;\">\n<td style=\"height: 60px;\" width=\"28%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Alt. Title<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td style=\"height: 60px;\" width=\"72%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">\u00a0&#8220;Sally&#8221; Loomis ; &#8220;Sallie&#8221; Loomis ;\u00a0<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr style=\"height: 60px;\">\n<td style=\"height: 60px;\" width=\"28%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Identifier<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td style=\"height: 60px;\" width=\"72%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><strong style=\"font-weight: 600; color: #666666;\">Permalink:<\/strong><span style=\"color: #666666;\">\u00a0<\/span><span id=\"sample-permalink\" style=\"color: #666666;\" tabindex=\"-1\">http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=9397<\/span><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr style=\"height: 60px;\">\n<td style=\"height: 60px;\" width=\"28%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Creator<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td style=\"height: 60px;\" width=\"72%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Pine Mountain Settlement School, Pine Mountain, KY<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr style=\"height: 60px;\">\n<td style=\"height: 60px;\" width=\"28%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Alt. Creator<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td style=\"height: 60px;\" width=\"72%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Ann Angel Eberhardt ; Helen Hayes Wykle ;<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr style=\"height: 382px;\">\n<td style=\"height: 382px;\" width=\"28%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Subject Keyword<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td style=\"height: 382px;\" width=\"72%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Sarah &#8220;Sally&#8221; Marcia Loomis ; Sally Loomis ; Pine Mountain Settlement School ;\u00a0teachers ; Little Laurel school ; satellite schools ; Wellesley College ; Wellesley College News ; Phi Beta Kappa ; May D. George ; education ; Big Laurel Medical Settlement ; Radcliffe College ; Western College for Women ; University of New Hampshire ; University of Chicago ; Fogg Museum ; Harvard University ; archaeologists ; George Hanfmann ; Harvard-Cornell Archaeological Exploration of Sardis ; secretaries ; American culture studies ; Paul Cuffe ; Back to Africa Movement ; New Bedford Whaling Museum Archives Library ; social justice ; journalism ; Neverstill ; mountain ballads ; poetry ; Pine Mountain community ; Fiddler John Lewis ; Aunt Louise Lewis ; The Dead Child ;\u00a0Harlan County, KY ; Elkhart, IN ; Detroit, MI ; Toledo, OH ; Grenoble, France ; Chicago, IL ; Cambridge, MA ; Westport, MA ; Sierra Leone, Africa ; New Bedford, MA ; Oxford, OH ; Durham, NH ;<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr style=\"height: 275px;\">\n<td style=\"height: 275px;\" width=\"28%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Subject LCSH<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td style=\"height: 275px;\" width=\"72%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Loomis, Sarah Marcia, &#8212; 1905 &#8211; 1985.<br \/><a title=\"FIDDLER JOHN LEWIS\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=4631\">Lewis, John<\/a>.<br \/>Lewis, Louize.<br \/>Little Laurel &#8212; (Harlan County, KY) &#8212; History.<br \/>Pine Mountain Settlement School (Pine Mountain, Ky.) \u2014 History.<br \/>Harlan County (Ky.) \u2014 History.<br \/>Education \u2014 Kentucky \u2014 Harlan County.<br \/>Rural schools \u2014 Kentucky \u2014 History.<br \/>Schools \u2014 Appalachian Region, Southern.<br \/>Folk songs, English &#8212; Appalachian Region, Southern.<br \/>Ballads, English &#8212; Appalachian Region, Southern.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr style=\"height: 60px;\">\n<td style=\"height: 60px;\" width=\"28%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Date<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td style=\"height: 60px;\" width=\"72%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Date digital: 2014-04-28 hw<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr style=\"height: 60px;\">\n<td style=\"height: 60px;\" width=\"28%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Publisher<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td style=\"height: 60px;\" width=\"72%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Pine Mountain Settlement School, Pine Mountain, KY<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr style=\"height: 60px;\">\n<td style=\"height: 60px;\" width=\"28%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Contributor<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td style=\"height: 60px;\" width=\"72%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">n\/a<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr style=\"height: 60px;\">\n<td style=\"height: 60px;\" width=\"28%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Type<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td style=\"height: 60px;\" width=\"72%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Collections ; text ; image ;<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr style=\"height: 82px;\">\n<td style=\"height: 82px;\" width=\"28%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Format<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td style=\"height: 82px;\" width=\"72%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Original and copies of documents and correspondence in file folders in filing cabinet ; Series 09: Biography &#8211; Staff\/Personnel<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr style=\"height: 60px;\">\n<td style=\"height: 60px;\" width=\"28%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Source<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td style=\"height: 60px;\" width=\"72%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Series 09: Biography &#8211; Staff\/Personnel<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr style=\"height: 60px;\">\n<td style=\"height: 60px;\" width=\"28%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Language<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td style=\"height: 60px;\" width=\"72%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">English<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr style=\"height: 82px;\">\n<td style=\"height: 82px;\" width=\"28%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Relation<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td style=\"height: 82px;\" width=\"72%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Is related to: Pine Mountain Settlement School Collections, Series 09: Biography &#8211; Staff\/Personnel ; <a title=\"FIDDLER JOHN LEWIS\" href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=4631\">Fiddler John Lewis<\/a> ;<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr style=\"height: 60px;\">\n<td style=\"height: 60px;\" width=\"28%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Coverage Temporal<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td style=\"height: 60px;\" width=\"72%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">1905 &#8211; 1985<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr style=\"height: 125px;\">\n<td style=\"height: 125px;\" width=\"28%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Coverage Spatial<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td style=\"height: 125px;\" width=\"72%\">\n<p dir=\"ltr\">Pine Mountain, KY ; Harlan County, KY ;\u00a0Elkhart, IN ; Detroit, MI ; Toledo, OH ; Grenoble, France ; Chicago, IL ; Cambridge, MA ; Westport, MA ; Sierra Leone, Africa ; New Bedford, MA ; Wellesley, MA ;<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr style=\"height: 125px;\">\n<td style=\"height: 125px;\" width=\"28%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Rights<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td style=\"height: 125px;\" width=\"72%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Any display, publication, or public use must credit the Pine Mountain Settlement School. Copyright retained by the creators of certain items in the collection, or their descendants, as stipulated by United States copyright law.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr style=\"height: 60px;\">\n<td style=\"height: 60px;\" width=\"28%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Donor<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td style=\"height: 60px;\" width=\"72%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">n\/a<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr style=\"height: 82px;\">\n<td style=\"height: 82px;\" width=\"28%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Description<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td style=\"height: 82px;\" width=\"72%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Core documents, correspondence, writings, and administrative papers pertaining to\u00a0Sarah Marcia &#8220;Sally&#8221; Loomis\u00a0;<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr style=\"height: 60px;\">\n<td style=\"height: 60px;\" width=\"28%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Acquisition<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td style=\"height: 60px;\" width=\"72%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">n\/d<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr style=\"height: 82px;\">\n<td style=\"height: 82px;\" width=\"28%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Citation<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td style=\"height: 82px;\" width=\"72%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Pine Mountain Settlement School Institutional Papers, Pine Mountain Settlement School, Pine Mountain, KY<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr style=\"height: 60px;\">\n<td style=\"height: 60px;\" width=\"28%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Processed By<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td style=\"height: 60px;\" width=\"72%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Helen Hayes Wykle ; Ann Angel Eberhardt ;<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr style=\"height: 82px;\">\n<td style=\"height: 82px;\" width=\"28%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Last Updated<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td style=\"height: 82px;\" width=\"72%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">2014-04-28 hhw ; 2015-06-05 aae ; 2020-08-28 hhw (correspondence)<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr style=\"height: 280px;\">\n<td style=\"height: 280px;\" width=\"28%\">\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Bibliography<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td style=\"height: 280px;\" width=\"72%\">\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><strong>Sources<\/strong><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\">Sarah Loomis Papers.1965-1985<br \/>Sarah Loomis, 1905-1985;<br \/>Mss 101;\u00a07.5 linear feet<br \/>Papers of Sarah Marcia Loomis: a teacher, archeologist, and Paul Cuffe biographer, 1965-1985.<br \/>New Bedford Whaling Museum Research Library<br \/><b>Whaling Museum<\/b>: (508) 997-0046<br \/><b>Maritime Curator\/Librarian<\/b>: (508) 717-6837<br \/><b>E-mail<\/b>:\u00a0<a style=\"color: #27638c;\" href=\"mailto:research@whalingmuseum.org\">research@whalingmuseum.org<\/a><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator is-style-wide\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Return to <a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=157\">BIOGRAPHY &#8211; A-Z<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator is-style-wide\"\/>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Pine Mountain Settlement SchoolSeries 09: BIOGRAPHY &#8211; Staff\/PersonnelSarah Marcia Loomis, Staff at PMSS 1929-1931 SARAH MARCIA LOOMIS Staff TAGS: Sarah Marcia Loomis, Sally Loomis, Little Laurel School, English teacher, Wellesley College, Wellesley College News, May D. 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