Tribute to a friend

 I never knew Kitty Wells personally. What I know of her I learned mostly through her granddaughter Kathie Bennett, and through visiting with a handful of others folks who could recall her.

While there is very little evidence of it in the photo of the lovely, and seemingly demure Miss Kitty hanging in the Calhoun County Library in Blountstown, Kitty Wells was reportedly a headstrong and spirited woman. The kind of gal whose wit and will could put the fear of God in a man or a mule – an extremely useful trait to have when you are trying to educate the uneducated masses.

As the town’s first librarian, Miss Kitty routinely enlisted the brawn of her husband. “R.B.bring me that box of books up here, would you?” Miss Kitty would stop mid-step and call out over her shoulder. That up here Miss Kitty referred to was the second-floor of the Piggly Wiggly, home to the public library at the time.

I don’t suppose you could get any more of a public space than the local grocery store but today Blountstown has a state-of-the-art library facility, replete with hundreds of books and dozens of computer stations designed specifically for adults and for children. There’s even a sunny courtyard for lounging and reading. Classes are available to those seeking to pursue a high school diploma, critical in a community where the illiteracy rate is nearly 20 percent of the population.

I visited Blountstown on March 1 of this year where I spoke before a crowd who’d gathered to honor Miss Kitty Wells for her devotion to literacy. That day was officially recognized as Miss Kitty Wells Family Literacy Day. Recalling the woman who helped train her, the current librarian Rita Maupin said of her former boss: “It was not easy to tell Miss Kitty “no”. Miss Kitty believed in education. She was sure that if every child in Blountstown had a book to read that they would succeed in life and her library would too.”

 In that crowd that afternoon was Barbara Wells Clemons, Kitty’s daughter. Without question, Barbara Clemons was the fulfillment of her mother’s vision. I’ve known Barbara for only the briefest of time but adored her from the first moment she toured me through her home, taking care to point out the pieces she’d brought back from Southeast Asia.

 Barbara had already read the book I wrote about my father’s death in Vietnam and it had connected us in that way books often do but DNA rarely does. The midday sun added a golden sheen to a perfectly delightful day as Barbara and I sat in her home talking about all the adventures – physically, emotionally and spiritually – that books afford us.

 I suppose it comes as no surprise to anyone who knew Kitty Wells that her daughter Barbara loved books so much that just like her mama she committed a goodly portion of her life to promoting literacy.

 Long before Pastor Rick Warren wrote the bestseller about living a life with purpose, Barbara Clemons was busy doing just that. She married Gerry Clemons, that handsome Marine she met over in Pensacola. They had five children and a dozen grandchildren in the course of their 58-year marriage. She also managed a 30-year career as a pharmacist during a time and in a place when women druggists were about as rare as female clerics.

It seems Barbara may have inherited some of her mama’s headstrong ways. The gracious people of Panama City and those of us from afar who had the honor of knowing Barbara, if only briefly, are far the richer for it.  

 Barbara passed away Saturday at her home, surrounded by her family and her books.  

Getting over the death of someone as beloved as Barbara takes a lifetime. She did more than her civic duty. Barbara Wells Clemons lived a powerfully good story — the kind that lingers long after the final chapter has come to a close.

Karen Spears Zacharias is author of Will Jesus Buy Me a Double-Wide? Zondervan 2010.

About Karen Spears Zacharias

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  • http://www.tonysimmons.info Tony

    Thanks, Karen. I’m sure Barbara’s got a smile for this today.

    • Karen Spears Zacharias

      Tony: I loved your story in Sunday’s paper. Loved the quotes from Michael & Kathie and others. What a beautiful tribute you shared with all of us.
      Wish I’d had the opportunity to know Barbara way back when.

  • http://www.timeaftertimephotos.com Verena Nix

    I didn’t know Barbara personally, but I sure did know Miss Kitty. I fondly remember our first library above the old Piggly Wiggly store. I never knew there were libraries other than those found within the school system.. that is, until I climbed that dark staircase. The first time I opened the door to the “new library”, it was like walking out of the forest and into Oz. Even though it seemed cavernous and those dark wooden floors reverberated with every step, I saw light and warmth within. Miss Kitty greeted me with a big warm smile that went all the way into her eyes. She signed me up with my first ever library card and guided me for years into a world beyond Blountstown. I never was a “reader” until Miss Kitty came into my life. She knew everyone that walked into the library and wasn’t hesitant to tell you, “Oh, you won’t like that book. Let me show you something else.” When I was a student at Chipola Jr. College in the early 70′s, playing bridge was the favorite student center pastime. When Miss Kitty was moved to the really new, new library on Pear Street, she kept it open until 7 or 7:30 at night for the convenience of people who worked or needed reference books for school. It wasn’t alway busy that late, so a couple of my friends and I would drop by and talk her into a few games of bridge until she closed. She was like that. Not only was she a wonderful inspiration for literacy, she was also a friend. I never knew Barbara Wells Clemons personally, but I sure knew Miss Kitty.

    • Karen Spears Zacharias

      Verena: What wonderful memories! I love that you have come by to share these with us. I know when Kathie first told me that the library was above the Piggly Wiggly I just couldn’t get my head around that — a library in the Piggly Wiggly. Then later on tour, I spoke in Clinton North Carolina to the Kiwanis Club. Guess where they met? Yep. Second floor of the Piggly Wiggly. I loved it.
      Barbara was a force to be reckoned with — when she made up her mind to do something buddy it got done. I imagine she learned that from her Miss Kitty.
      And I heard all about you Bridge players when I was in Blountstown. Wish I’d had time to join you all.
      Loved the time I did spend there. What a wonderful community of caring people.


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