Chapter 1
Johnnie Bill and the Moon
John Mitchellâs mother, Lillian Mitchell, and father, Noah Mitchell
Courtesy of the Mitchell family
IN THE SPRING OF 1943, JOHN MITCHELLâS WIFE, ANNIE LEE, WASNâT the only one aching for his return from the Pacific War. His father, Noah Boothe Mitchell, wanted him stateside, too, a feeling expressed in a poem he composed at the family homestead in the Deep South. The verse, typed on a Royal typewriter and mailed to the island of Guadalcanal half a world away, was titled âRainbow in My Heart.â It began:
There is a rainbow in my heart,
But no pot of gold lies at the end.
The pot contains my cherished hopes
Of my dear oneâs return again.
The poemâs rhymed quatrains, with their tender love along with a fervent hope for a safe return, also displayed a pacifist streak. The closing stanza went:
And when this grim war is over
And he comes home at last,
Let us keep that hope eternal
That ALL such wars have passed.
JOHN WILLIAM MITCHELL, THE FUTURE WORLD WAR II PILOT, grew up in the rural village of Enid in Mississippiâs Tallahatchie CountyâTallahatchie being a Choctaw name meaning ârock of waters.â He was a third-generation Mississippian. It was his great-great-grandfather Washington Mitchell who, in the first half of the 1800s, had moved from North Carolina to an area east of the Tallahatchie River. Enid did not yet exist officially, and the early 1840s was when a survey crew started a settlement while working on the Mississippi and Tennessee Railroad. One of the patriarchâs sons, William Washington Mitchell, nearly a man when the family arrived, married a woman of Irish descent named Jane Carson, and family lore has it that she was related to Kit Carson, the famous frontiersman and scout.
The Mitchell-Carson marriage produced eight children. The first son, William Carson Mitchell, arrived on October 1, 1845; he was John Mitchellâs grandfather. William Carsonâs eventual marriage to Josephine Wilson of nearby Sardis, Mississippi, drew more frontier glamour into the family sphere; Josephine was said to be a distant relative of an earlier pioneer of even greater fame: Daniel Boone. If all that is true, John Mitchellâs ancestral lines intertwined with those of two of Americaâs best-known folk heroes.
William was a teenager when he enlisted in the Confederate Army, joining the nearly 80,000 other white men from Mississippi, the second state to secede from the Union, to defend slavery in the âWar for Southern Independence,â as it was known. No surviving family records indicate that the Mitchellsâmost of whom were merchants and storekeepersâwere slaveholders, but slavery was vital to their stateâs cotton economy. The stateâs slave population exceeded its white populationâ437,000 to 354,000. William fought in northern Mississippi and Tennessee under the command of Confederate general Nathan Bedford Forrest, who built a reputation as âThe Wizard of the Saddleâ for his tactical use of the cavalry in mobile, quick strikes. Forrest later became an early leader of the Ku Klux Klan.
William returned home to Mississippi after the war. He and Josephine married two years later, in 1867. They raised three sons. The youngest, Noah, born in the summer of 1881, became John Mitchellâs father. It was during Noahâs teen years that the settlement where a handful of Mitchell families had lived for decades, which had been called various names over the years, officially became the township of Enid. With its railroad depot, grist mill, bank, barber shop, several stores, school, post office, and even a few saloons, Enid had grown into what one resident later called âa thriving place.â It was home to Civil War veterans, doctors, and merchants, such as the Mitchells, who built a brick store in the center of town that various members of the family were involved in operating for decades to come. With its train depot, Enid had also become a shipping point for white and red clay mined from the hills eight miles north of town. But Enid was âthrivingâ in the context of a region still largely rural and undevelopedâthe wilderness. The villageâs population in 1900, according to the US Census, was only 180.
Noah went to high school more than two hundred miles north of Enid at âBell Buckle,â the nickname for the prestigious Webb School in the Tennessee town of Bell Buckle, a stop on the Nashville and Chattanooga Railroad. The school had been founded by another Confederate Army veteran, William R. âSawneyâ Webb, a disciplinarian who had graduated from the University of North Carolina and whose own classical education had included instruction in Greek and Latin. Webb and his wife had first started the school in Culleoka, Tennessee, in 1870, but when the town had legalized the sale of liquor in 1886, the couple, ardent prohibitionists, would have none of it; they had relocated thirty-five miles west to Bell Buckle.
Young Noah Mitchell arrived on campus the next fall, in 1887, paying the semesterâs tuition of $39 in cash his father had given him. The Webbs had built a new schoolhouse on six acres of beech forest a short walk from the train station. Noah joined a sophomore class of forty-seven students that included other boarders, day students, and, unusual for the time, a handful of local girls. When he graduated in 1900, he was one of twenty-six classmates still standing. The schoolwork proved classical and demanding, and Sawney Webb insisted on a strong work ethic, trustworthiness, and honesty. He despised deception, admonishing students with a line that eventually became the schoolâs motto: âDo nothing on the sly,â or, in its Latin translation, âNoli res subdole facere.â The schoolmaster also had little tolerance for social pretense, a view he had included in the schoolâs original mission, which was, in part, âTo turn out young people who are tireless workers . . . who are always courteous without the slightest trace of snobbery.â
Compared to his peers at school, Noah was on the small side. Indeed, in the sophomore class photograph taken during his first year at the school, Noah was placed in the first row, seated on the ground with the other shorter boys. His expression is one of seriousness, almost sadness, but then, not a single student in the photograph wears a smile; there is a gravitas to them all. Noah is dressed in a jacket, white shirt, and tie. His clasped hands rest in his lap; his brown hair is parted neatly down the middle. His brown eyes look dreamily to one side. The period dress notwithstanding, the facial similarities to his future son John are unmistakable.
JUST AS HIS OWN FATHER HAD RETURNED HOME AFTER FIGHTING in the Civil War, Noah returned to Enid after graduating from the Webb School, so it was in Enid where John Mitchell would be born into the modest, unpretentious life the Mitchell clan had built. Noah soon met Lillian Florence Dickinson from Temple, Texas, and when they were married on December 23, 1904, he was already established as a salesman marketing the clay from nearby mines as well as Mississippi long-leaf yellow pine from forests farther south. With railroad construction taking off, Mississippi was experiencing a timber boom; just two other states, Washington and Louisiana, produced more lumber in 1904. It was work that took Noahâwho was only in his twentiesâto parts north, such as New York City, as well as overseas, to Europe and England, where he sold clay to foundries. Nonetheless, he and Lillian began a family the year after their marriage; two boys and two girls were born in the next decade before John Williamâs birth on June 14, 1914. The baby boy with the same brown eyes and hair as his father was called âJohnnie Billâ at first, then âJohnnieâ as he got older, and later still, in the military, he became âMitch.â
Johnnie Bill Mitchell grew up in an Enid that hadnât changed much over the years. âJust a wide place in the road,â his father would continue to say about the village for years to come. The villageâs population actually decreased slightly from 1900 to 1920âfrom 180 to 174 residents, according to the US Census. Meanwhile, Tallahatchie County, where Enid was situated, experienced steady growth; its population increased from 19,600 in 1900 to 35,953 in 1920. The nearest âbig cityâ was Charleston, twelve miles to the south on the east side of the Tallahatchie River. Its population was 1,834, a hub by comparison, featuring several churches and schools, a courthouse, and a jail. Getting around the county was never easy, though; most roads were dirt and gravel, or mud in winter and dust in summer. It was in 1914, the year Johnnie Bill was born, that state officials gave their approval to construction of the first paved road in all of Mississippi, an eleven-mile stretch in Lee County that eventually became the first leg of US Highway 45.
Johnnie Bill grew up in the same house his father had, a single-story, wood-shingled structure located in the village center. The front of the house looked out onto the railroad tracks less than a hundred yards away. The trains rumbling through town at night, their whistles blowing, were jarring to visitors but something Johnnie Bill and his family slept right through. The front porch running the length of the house was a popular spot on hot summer evenings, while inside a large fireplace in the living room kept the house warm during occasional winter cold spells. The bedrooms were toward the front of the house, while the dining room and large kitchen were in the back, with easy access to the well just outside the rear door, where Johnnie Bill and his siblings fetched buckets of water for cooking and cleaning. The privy was farther back; it would be thirty years after Johnnie Billâs birth before basic plumbing was installed.
Pecan and maple trees filled the large backyard. Even with his frequent travels as a salesman for the Memphis-based Gayoso Lumber Company and his own Mitchell Clay Company, Johnnie Billâs father found time to maintain a pear orchard just south of town, producing an annual yield of about a thousand bushels. âThe fruit is excellent and abundant,â noted a local newspaper, adding that Noah was âselling the pears cheap, only one dollar per bushel.â People came from all over for his pears. In their large yard Noah kept a sprawling vegetable garden with flowers that attracted birds of all kinds. âBirds seem to know those who love them and it seems to me that a good many more birds come to our place than to some of the neighbors,â Noah wrote proudly in an essay titled âAround Home.â The family kept track of goldfinches, mockingbirds, orioles, bright red Kentucky cardinals, and northern flickers, a type of woodpecker. They listened to the doleful croaking of slate-colored rain crows, and their days often began and ended to the lyrical sounds of brown thrushes. âI do not believe there is a bird on earth that can surpass them in sweetness of song,â Noah wrote of thrushes. âThe morning notes are bright, clear and cheerful, while the evening song seems a little sad and sleepy and much like a lullaby, but both morning and evening renditions are purest melody.â
These were the sights and sounds of Johnnie Billâs home. His grandfather William Carson lived next door in a smaller house, and on the other side was the redbrick, mazelike general store. Inside, a balcony with iron railingsâaccessible by a staircase in each of the four cornersâran the length of the interior walls, increasing the storeâs capacity tenfold. Upstairs was office space that at one point was used as a funeral parlor, at another time as a barbershop. Over the years various uncles and townspeople owned or operated the bustling emporium, and it was a place where Johnnie Bill and his brothers and sisters were always welcome. The main floor was lined with shelves, and cubbyholes were filled with everything imaginable from candy and treats to such foodstuffs as meal, flour, and dried lentils, as well as cookware, horse collars, shoelaces, matches, and axle grease. Separated by a window toward the rear of the store was a meat house, and the ground floor even had room for displays of womenâs apparel and menswear. A big iron potbellied heater in the middle and a small fireplace on the balcony provided warmth.
Johnnie Billâs world was Enid and the surrounding countryside; it was family centered and small town. The life beyond seemed to be passing him by, even with the railroad right there. Automobiles, the âgood roads movementâ and new railroad linesâhallmarks of progressâwere happening elsewhere, not in his backyard. But if he missed out on some of the big events of the time, he was fortunate to go largely untouched by others. In 1917, the United States entered the war that had been raging across Europe since 1914. Congress passed a law that spring requiring all men between the ages of twenty-one and thirty to register for military service, and in April, President Woodrow Wilsonâs call to arms promised that âthe spirit of ruthless brutality will enter into every fiber of our national life, infecting Congress, the courts, the policeman on the beat, and the man on the street.â Johnnie Billâs father was one of those men. Noah Mitchell went to his local draft office on September 12, 1918, joining 157,606 other Mississippians who registered to be called. He listed his occupation as âclay minerâ for the Mitchell Clay Company and his nearest relative as his wife, Lillian Mitchell. But Lillian, her toddler Johnnie Bill, and the other children were spared losing their husband and father to combat. By the Great Warâs end in November 1918, 43,362 men from Mississippi had been inducted into the military, but Noah had not been one of them. Though willing to go, he was never called; he was too oldâthirty-seven.
Then, the same year as Noahâs draft registration, the influenza pandemic swept around the planet, a lethal virus that infected cells deep in the lungs and, in fifteen months, killed up to 50 million people worldwide. In the United States, the death toll was put at 675,000, and in Mississippi, which the prior year had seen 442 flu-related deaths, 6,219 residents succumbed. In cities and towns throughout the state, Sunday church services were canceled, public meetings postponed, and schools closed. The Mississippi Delta region was especially hard hit, but farther north in Enid, the Mitchell family managed to dodge the diseaseâs deadly grasp.
Johnnie Billâs young life was not without tragedy, however. In May 1919, a month before he turned five, a baby sister named Elizabeth was born, Noah and Lillian Mitchellâs sixth child. Six months later, the baby was dead. The family soon suffered an even greater setback: in February 1922, Noah and Lillian were in Memphis when she took ill and was hospitalized. Eleven days laterâand only in her late thirtiesâshe died. The culprit was encephalitis, a rare and sometimes fatal infection that causes swelling in the brain. Johnnie Bill was seven, with four older siblings ranging from nine to sixteen years old. The funeral was a sad affair, attended by the extended Mitchell family except for Johnnie Bill; he had a bout of the flu and remained home. Lillian Dickinson Mitchell was buried in the family plot at Enid Oakhill Cemetery, about a mile north of the village.
His father faced parenting alone while juggling his diverse business interests. Johnnie Billâs sixteen-year-old sister, Florence, shouldered some of the household responsibilities, but Noah Mitchell also arranged for an elderly black woman to move in as the familyâs nanny. Evelyn Lott, a Mississippi native, was in her mid-sixties when she joined the family, herself a widow. She was quite possibly born a slave in 1860, but little information about her has survived. The 1930 US Census listed Evelyn as âNegroâ living in the Mitchell home as âServant.â The little there is in Mitchell family letters and materials shows affection for her, albeit in the broader social context of unalloyed racism. Fifty years removed from the Civil War, a horrific backlash to Reconstruction was well under way throughout the Deep South. The movie director D. W. Griffithâs racist epic, The Birth of a Nation, had been released to great acclaim in 1915, a year after Johnnie Billâs birth; the film had become a runaway hit and the nascent Hollywoodâs first blockbuster. The three-hour dramatization of the Civil War and Reconstruction portrayed the Ku Klux Klan as heroes restoring order to a South torn asunder by lawless, sexually predatory ex-slaves. Its message of white supremacy resonated powerfullyâa review in the Atlanta Constitution gushed, âAncient Greece had her Homer, modern America has her David W. Griffith.â Lynching throughout the South during that period occurred with frightening regularity, while Klan membership soared. Mississippi politics, meanwhile, featured its own âGreat White Chief.â US senator James K. Vardaman, spewing bigotry while dressed in a white suit, white hat, and white boots, his flowing hair worn long, embodied the archetypal southern demagogue. The popular Mississippi politico once asserted, â...