The following was written by Sue Carver Whitaker of Greenwood, MS.  She is the niece of Dr. Gore, Sr. 

 

William Wesley Gore   Born 30 July 1855  died 13 July 1933   Married Sarah Darthula Carver 28 Dec 1879 in Cadaretta, Webster Co., MS

Attended Mobile College  The four daughters she mentions as school teachers were:  Sally Wes Gore, Maggie Gore, Esther Gore and Donnie Gore.

DR. WILLIAM  WESLEY GORE WAS MARRIED TO MY GRANDFATHER'S SISTER, SARAH DARTHULA CARVER  AND WE ALL CALLED HIM UNCLE WESS. WE THOUGHT HE WAS GREAT AND WERE A LITTLE IN AWE OF HIM BECAUSE HE WAS A  DOCTOR. HE WAS VERY DEDICATED TO ALL HIS PATIENTS.   I REMEMBER THE OLDER PEOPLE TELLING ABOUT HIM GOING TO VISIT THE SICK EVERY TIME THEY SENT FOR HIM. HE WOULD SADDLE UP HIS HORSE, GET HIS MEDICINE BAG AND A LANTERN AND GO THROUGH THE WOODS SOMETIMES AT MIDNIGHT OR LATER. THERE WERE LOTS OF BLACK PANTHERS IN THOSE WOODS.
 
HE SPOILED US KIDS TOO. AFTER MAKING A TRIP TO EUPORA, HE WOULD RIDE BY OUR HOUSE AND GIVE US A BAG OF GOODIES. HE WOULD BRING BANANAS, CANDY AND ONE TIME HE BROUGHT ME A TUBE OF BRIGHT RED LIPSTICK.   HE KNEW I LIKED TO PLAY DRESS UP. I THOUGHT SANTA CLAUS HAD COME.  DR WESS DELIVERED ME ON FEBRUARY 6, 1924 AND EVEN THOUGH I WAS NAMED MATTIE SUE, HE ALWAYS CALLED ME "SALLY" I DON'T KNOW WHY.
 
I REMEMBER HE HAD A LITTLE ONE ROOM OFFICE HE BUILT ACROSS THE ROAD FROM HIS HOUSE AND HE STAYED IN THAT A LOT, ROLLING OUT LITTLE PILLS AND FILLING CAPSULES WITH WHITE POWDER. HE MADE QUITE A LOT OF LINIMENT RUBS TOO. SOMETIMES HE LET ME WATCH.  HE HAD A LARGE FAMILY OF THIRTEEN CHILDREN. WHICH INCLUDED FOUR GIRLS WHO GREW UP TO BE SCHOOL TEACHERS . THEY NEVER GOT MARRIED.   I REALLY LOVED THEM. THEY WERE ALWAYS MAKING CANDY AND I WILL NEVER FORGET THE DIVINITY WITH BLACK WALNUTS! THEY ALL LIVED A LONG LIFE AND ARE BURIED IN SPRINGHILL CEMETERY.   MOST OF HIS SONS WERE LAWYERS AND REPRESENTATIVES  ETC. HE REALLY HAD A SMART FAMILY,
 
ONE LITTLE STORY I REMEMBER ABOUT HIM, MY OLDER BROTHER, QUINTON, WAS DOWN IN THE WOODS MAKING HIMSELF A CALF YOLK AND THE LITTLE AX SLIPPED AND ALMOST CUT THREE OF HIS FINGERS OFF. HE CAME TO THE HOUSE HOLDING HIS HAND AND TOLD MAMA HE HAD CUT HIS FINGERS OFF. AFTER POOR MAMA ALMOST FAINTED SHE WRAPPED HIS HAND AND SAID, "WELL, LET'S GO SEE WHAT UNCLE WESS CAN DO".   WE THOUGHT SURE HE WOULD CUT THE FINGERS OFF, BUT HE BOUND THEM UP REAL TIGHT AND THEY HEALED REAL WELL. QUINTON NEVER SHED A TEAR. AFTER THAT WE THOUGHT UNCLE WESS COULD DO ANYTHING!
 
HE WAS SO LOVED BY EVERYBODY. I'M GLAD I GOT TO SPEND A FEW YOUNG YEARS KNOWING HIM