John "Buck" Mitchell

mitch and I were roommates at Maryville college for three years. When i entered our room for the first time and saw a confederate bedspread and a rebel cap on the bedpost I wondered what i was in for. He was a great guy and I loved him. You can,t imagine the stunts we pulled. "Buckshot: (his dad was buck) was ready for anything and I had a blast with him. He was a good athlete and was a runner before anyone ever heard of jogging. Mitch was one of a kind. He loved to shock people but was often...

I must express my gratitude for you introducing me to one of my favorite authors/books - The Bell Jar by Sylivia Plath, and for making class and learning a bit more interesting with your giggles, your exuberant actions and reactions to anything and everything. Thank you for being so memorable and influential. Everyone, including my husband, Eric Bretheim and one of our best friends, Karl Iverson, will miss you dearly.

I knew John since the 7th grade, but I lost contact after high school. I am so gratified by the enormous imprint he has left on so many people, which is evidenced by the richness of your Guest Book. In the 7th grade we did Scouts together -- he helped me with my bird study merit badge. My mother, who taught Latin in the high school, had a special spot in her heart for "Johnny" as she called him. What a rich soul he was! He has blessed many with his life.

When I heard about your passing I was very saddened. I took one of Professor Mitchell's classes and it was a challenge. But I found someone who believed in my writing and someone who shared a love of poetry. My prayers are with his family. I am glad that I was able to chat with Prof John Mitchell last year during my yearly visit during Homecoming.John Mitchell was always helping his students with his advice. By knowing him I am very grateful.

John was... Is...



adequate words escape me.



Eighteen years my junior,



he was a mentor, friend.

Buck, I'm sorry I didn't know you weren't going to make it. I'll always regret that we didn't get to see you again. You were my big brother and I always looked up to you. I valued your advice. I treasured your letters, visits, and phone calls--there just wasn't enough of them. I loved you, and will miss you very much.

John, I was so fortunate to have you as an across-the-alley neighbor. Many of my trips were delayed by our "chance" meetings in your backyard; sometimes Jean would even bring out iced tea! Lunches at The Keys retaurant were a special treat. We had sooo much to talk about. It was always interesting and usually FUN!
I will miss you a great deal. My habit of looking for,(and hoping to see) you in your yard is very strong yet.

I remember Buck's dad (Truitt) was a really good friend of my dad's Ray Staggs. I was about 6 year's old and my sister 11, when Buck returned from an adventure, I believe he was in the Peace Corps. At least that what we thought, but I remember his smile and kindness as he gave me and my sister rings made of mud and grass. They were beautiful and we wore those rings until they fell apart. I will always remember Buck and those special mysterious rings. I am so sorry for your loss, Sharron...

I will miss seeing you just across the way.
Smiling a hello over your glasses.
Ramona