This Stewart County gentleman was born March 12, 1916 in
County Tennessee; he was the youngest of three children and was
for his mother’s two favorite brothers. He grew up in the small
of Middleton in western Tennessee and was twenty-five years old
the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor.
It was a quiet Sunday morning and no one expected such a tragedy
going to occur; he was residing at Union University in Jackson,
Tennessee where he studied a quarter and then worked a quarter to
his expenses. He believed that he was probably too old to be
and even though he was a pre-Med student, he was indeed drafted
the United States Army.
He met the love of his life and future wife during the summer of
while he was a soldier in training at Ft. Benning. They began
court and kept the romance alive through letters that they
during the entire campaign known as World War II.
They became a beloved couple at First Baptist Church in Richland
before I divulge his identity, let me tell you a few more facts
his background. During the war he served as a drill sergeant and
subsequently assigned overseas to a bread baking unit. Because
supplies were blocked for months, the soldiers became wasted away
malnourished. Finally, when the Allies overcame, and World War
came to an end, he and his fellow soldiers were at long last
home from the South Pacific.
The following spring he traveled to the Kappa Delta house at
University of Georgia and proposed marriage to the girl that he
loved since the day they met. They were married in July of 1946
Edison, Georgia, and according to one of their daughters, they
their part to start the “baby boom”. They spent their honeymoon
the Windsor Hotel in Americus where years later, they celebrated
golden wedding anniversary.
He never became a doctor, he thought he was too old to spend that
more years in college but he did complete his master’s degree
agriculture at the University of Mississippi and worked as a
and with a county farm agency until his wife requested to live
to her mother. They moved onto a farm near Richland where he
the local Purina feed store and raised 50,000 chicken biddies
adulthood in nine week intervals.
When the poultry market took a downturn, he then became
and only mailman. Earl Davis and Gwen Merritt Davis were the
parents of six daughters and raised their girls while teaching
school and Earl proudly serving as a deacon. He cared for his
as they suffered through dementia and was holding Gwen’s hand
passed away nine years before he died.
Earl passed away from a stroke on his 91st birthday; their
daughters are Tere, Polly, Judy, Amy, Merritt and Melanie.