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Join me as I document my  genealogy research and adventures.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://johnbrownkin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://johnbrownkin.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987733295703970469/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Alice Keesey Mecoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503890371067129041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yK2Zk1fO1CU/SQzGfsvv00I/AAAAAAAAACc/4kReSCQwbCs/S220/alm+pic+jlibby.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/MDti" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="blogspot/mdti" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">blogspot/MDti</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcFR34yeip7ImA9WhBQFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987733295703970469.post-4805351751920212745</id><published>2013-03-19T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-03-19T08:00:16.092-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-19T08:00:16.092-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tombstone Tuesday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Owen Brown" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Graveyards" /><title>Tombstone Tuesday - Owen Brown Headstone Repaired</title><content type="html">H. Scott Wolfe, Historical Librarian of the Galena, Illinois, Public Library District and frequent guest blogger on Louis DeCarlo's Blog "John Brown the Abolitionist -- A Biographer's Blog," contacted me recently to ask me a question about the family plot in the Old Hudson Township Burying Grounds, in Hudson, Ohio.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wasn't able to answer his question, but he told me that the Owen Brown Gravestone had been repaired! Yeah. Great Great Great Great Grandpa's headstone is no longer languishing in the mud.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by Alice Keesey Mecoy 2009&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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I first wrote about GGGG Grandpa Owen's broken headstone in this &lt;a href="http://johnbrownkin.blogspot.com/2009/11/tombstone-tuesday-owen-brown-my-gggg.html" target="_blank"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;
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At the time of my visit to Hudson, Owen's stone had broken off the base, and was lying at the base of his first wife's marker.&amp;nbsp; I contacted the Parks and Recreation Department in Hudson, and they assured me that they were looking at ways to repair the headstone.&lt;br /&gt;
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Scott graciously sent me a photo that he took at the Old Hudson Township Burying Ground in April 2012. Thank you so much Scott! I appreciate you sharing your photography with me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by H. Scott Wolfe 2012&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I guess that great minds do think alike - I was going to do a followup writeup on the Old Hudson Township Burying Grounds, but while looking up the exact name of Lou's blog, I see that Scott beat me to it. So for more information about the Browns buried in Hudson Ohio, please see Scott's informative post on Lou's amazing &lt;a href="http://abolitionist-john-brown.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;blog.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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To clarify - this is the grave of Owen Brown [B-1], John Brown's father, not the grave in California of John Brown's son Owen Brown [B1843]. We are still awaiting more information on that grave site!&lt;br /&gt;
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Four Abolitionists Named to Hall of Fame&lt;/div&gt;
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On
 January 31, 1865 the Thirteenth Amendment to the Constitution of the 
United States was proposed to the legislatures of the States by the 38th
 Congress, and by the end of that year the amendment was ratified: 
Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude … shall exist within the 
United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction. &lt;/div&gt;
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On
 Thirteenth Amendment Day, 2013, the Cabinet of Freedom, the governing 
board of the National Abolition Hall of Fame and Museum (NAHOF) in &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Peterboro&lt;/span&gt; NY, announces plans to induct four 19th Century abolitionists &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1360537577_0"&gt;on Saturday, October 19, 2013&lt;/span&gt;. The 2013 &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;inductees&lt;/span&gt;
 are the fifth set of abolitionists to be inducted since NAHOF was 
formed in 2004. All four nominations were selected from public 
nominations to the Hall of Fame by the NAHOF &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Inductee&lt;/span&gt; Committee chaired by Cabinet member Carol &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Faulkner&lt;/span&gt; PhD. &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Faulkner&lt;/span&gt; worked with a committee of scholars from around the country who reviewed the written nomination forms. &lt;/div&gt;
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An Abolition &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Symposia&lt;/span&gt; during the afternoon of &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1360537577_1"&gt;October 19, 2013&lt;/span&gt;, will include lectures on each of the four &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;inductees&lt;/span&gt;.
 Following the annual NAHOF dinner, evening induction ceremonies will 
include brief nomination speeches by family, associations, and 
societies, the unveiling of the official Hall of Fame portraits created 
by artist &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Joseph&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Flores&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Rochester&lt;/span&gt;, and dramatic presentations. The public is encouraged to join.&lt;/div&gt;
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The 2013 &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;inductees&lt;/span&gt; to the National Abolition Hall of Fame and Museum:&lt;/div&gt;
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 minister he preached abolition and continued his anti-slavery newspaper
 even as his presses were destroyed by pro-slavery mobs.&amp;nbsp; As editor of 
the antislavery newspaper The &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Alton&lt;/span&gt; Observer in &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Alton&lt;/span&gt;, Illinois, &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Lovejoy&lt;/span&gt;
 committed himself to pursuing the ideals of universal freedom and human
 dignity. While defending his newspaper against threats from a &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;proslavery&lt;/span&gt;
 mob in November of 1837, he was murdered. This early act of violence 
against abolitionists angered northern residents and stimulated 
participation in the growing movement to abolish slavery. In response to
 &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Lovejoy&lt;/span&gt;’s murder both John Brown, instigator of the Harpers Ferry invasion, and &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Wendell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Phillips&lt;/span&gt;, wealthy Boston orator, committed their lives to the abolition of slavery.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Myrtilla&lt;/span&gt;
 Miner (1815-1864) was trained as a teacher in New York State and first 
taught in northern schools. Aware that slavery could not end if blacks 
were not educated, she dedicated her career to that purpose. As a 
teacher at the &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Newton&lt;/span&gt; Female Institute in &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Whitesville&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Mississippi&lt;/span&gt; in 1845, she became appalled at the &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;inhumanity&lt;/span&gt;
 of slavery, but was forbidden to teach blacks due to the intensity of 
local prejudice. In 1851, she established a school for black females in 
Washington, D.C. where she faced a constant barrage of bigotry, 
harassment and threats of violence. Her dedication to continue teaching 
arose, as she said, from the “moral courage I carry in my own soul.” &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Miner’s&lt;/span&gt; birthplace in North &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Brookfield&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Madison&lt;/span&gt; County NY is a site on the &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Madison&lt;/span&gt; County Freedom Trail.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7gX5H-SNmVo/URgsl8eDTmI/AAAAAAAAAf0/5XGrlQmKp-4/s1600/John_Rankin_abolitionist.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7gX5H-SNmVo/URgsl8eDTmI/AAAAAAAAAf0/5XGrlQmKp-4/s200/John_Rankin_abolitionist.jpg" width="158" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Rankin&lt;/span&gt;
 (1793-1886), a white southerner by birth, was active in the original 
burst of antislavery sentiment from the American Revolution and Second 
Great Awakening. After moving to &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Ripley&lt;/span&gt;, Ohio in 1822, &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Rankin&lt;/span&gt; learned that his brother &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Thomas&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Virginian&lt;/span&gt;, had become a &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;slaveholder&lt;/span&gt;.
 He composed a series of Letters on Slavery to his brother that became 
one of the earliest and most effective calls for immediate 
emancipation.&amp;nbsp; John &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Rankin&lt;/span&gt; became one of the &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;nation’s&lt;/span&gt; best-known Underground Railroad conductors, and the source for the real-life story that inspired &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Harriet&lt;/span&gt; Beecher &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Stowe’s&lt;/span&gt; fictional character, &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Eliza&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled" id="yui_3_7_2_1_1360526400065_5973"&gt;Harris&lt;/span&gt;, in Uncle &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Tom’s&lt;/span&gt; Cabin. In partnership with African American John Parker, the two men and their families turned the small village of &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Ripley&lt;/span&gt;,
 Ohio into one of the key crossing points over the Ohio River for 
fugitives fleeing slavery, assisting approximately 2,000 runaways. &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Rankin&lt;/span&gt;’s &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;notoriety&lt;/span&gt; grew among &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;embittered&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Kentuckians&lt;/span&gt;
 so that a $3,000 bounty was placed on his head. His home was targeted 
by armed slave owners and hunters demanding to search for runaway 
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&lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/span&gt;
 Walker (1799-1878), better known as the “Man with the Branded Hand,” 
was a Massachusetts-born antislavery author, lecturer, and agitator.&amp;nbsp; 
The case that secured &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Walker’s&lt;/span&gt; antislavery reputation occurred in 1844. Walker and his family had moved to &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Pensacola&lt;/span&gt;, Florida, where Walker managed a railroad property and invited black workers to his home for meals. Already known for his anti-&lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;racist&lt;/span&gt; activities, bounty hunters captured Walker and seven fugitive slaves sailing for freedom in the &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Bahamas&lt;/span&gt;.
 In jail for one year, Walker was punished for “stealing slaves” by 
being branded with an “SS” by a United States marshal. John &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Greenleaf&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Whittier’s&lt;/span&gt;
 poem about Walker, “The Branded Hand,” became nationally known. His 
speeches encouraged abolitionist activity, and he sold copies of 
abolitionist literature to raise funds for the movement.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The National Abolition Hall of Fame and Museum (NAHOF) was launched in 2004 by the &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Smithfield&lt;/span&gt; Community Association in partnership with the &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Upstate&lt;/span&gt; Institute at &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Colgate&lt;/span&gt;
 University. NAHOF was provisionally chartered by the New York State 
Board of Regents in 2007.&amp;nbsp; The National Abolition Hall of Fame and 
Museum &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;honors&lt;/span&gt; antislavery 
abolitionists, their work to end slavery, and the legacy of that 
struggle, and strives to complete the second and ongoing abolition – the
 moral conviction to end &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;racism&lt;/span&gt;. The Hall of Fame encourages public participation at the October event, and for nominations of future &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;inductees&lt;/span&gt;. For future details and updates on the event contact: National Abolition Hall of Fame &amp;amp; Museum, 5255 Pleasant Valley Road, &lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;Peterboro&lt;/span&gt;, NY 13134-0055, &lt;a href="mailto:nahofm1835@gmail.com" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;nahofm1835@&lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;gmail&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nationalabolitionhalloffameandmuseum.org/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;www&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;nationalabolitionhalloffameandmuseum&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="yiv1430415248misspelled"&gt;org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://johnbrownkin.blogspot.com/feeds/5135278549613686969/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987733295703970469&amp;postID=5135278549613686969" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987733295703970469/posts/default/5135278549613686969?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987733295703970469/posts/default/5135278549613686969?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://johnbrownkin.blogspot.com/2013/02/2013-national-abolitionist-fall-of-fame.html" title="2013 National Abolitionist Fall of Fame and Museum Inductees Announced" /><author><name>Alice Keesey Mecoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503890371067129041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yK2Zk1fO1CU/SQzGfsvv00I/AAAAAAAAACc/4kReSCQwbCs/S220/alm+pic+jlibby.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NYbFYMB4aGc/URgqZ9asyqI/AAAAAAAAAfM/18-1k9q9-KU/s72-c/elijah.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8ERH8ycSp7ImA9WhBTE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987733295703970469.post-3239301891394530917</id><published>2013-02-08T06:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2013-02-08T06:00:05.199-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-08T06:00:05.199-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beatrice Cook Keesey" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friday Funny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hoax" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bigfoot" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ray Wallace" /><title>Friday Funny - Gmom Keesey and The Bigfoot Hoax</title><content type="html">Growing up I heard my elders telling stories about the Bigfoot Hoax in the Humboldt county area of California.&lt;br /&gt;
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Gmom, the title my family used for my Grandmother Beatrice Cook Keesey,&amp;nbsp; was a good friend of the men who started and for years continued the Bigfoot Hoax in the woods of Northern California, but it turns out she actually played a part in the hoax. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Northern California Redwood Forest &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Let's go back to the early 1950's in Humboldt County California. Logging camps and road work crews were sprouting up all over the richly forested Northern California area known as Humboldt County. The area was rough, wild, and sparsely inhabited. This was a simpler time, before the constant bombardment of images and information that today fill our world. People were still fascinated and amazed by simple things. The world was not yet a small place with no secrets left to expose, but a wide and wonderful adventure waiting to be explored. "Ripley's Believe It Or Not" presented people, places, and things from all over the world that&amp;nbsp; were "unbelievable" and mysterious. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The men working in the logging camps and road work crews were far away from their homes and families, sitting around a campfire doing what man has done since the start of time - telling each other spooky stories. Animated discussions of the Abominable Snowman, the Yeti and Sasquatch, as well as all manner of things that go bump in the night, were probably what gave the hoax its power. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Two men on these work crews were Wilbur "Shorty" Wallace and his brother Ray Wallace. They were funny men, prone to pulling practical jokes on friends and family. I can imagine the two of them bedding down after a particularly spirited evening of ghost and ghoul stories, whispering plans back and forth, setting up a practical joke that would spread beyond their wildest dreams; a practical joke that would take in scholars, scientists, newspaper reporters, authors, and everyday men for many years to come.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Two brothers, time on their hands, weeks away from family, eager to get a laugh..... the scene was set for a great practical joke.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;The Beginning of the Hoax&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They carved a set of feet, sixteen inches in length, and left footprints around a work site for others to find. What started out to be a local laugh, a funny joke, a waste of time, and&amp;nbsp; a clever practical joke, became a national sensation. The story is foggy about the actual manner in which they made the tracks; some say they used a mechanical device, some say that they used the feet on a stick, however they did it, they made prints around a work site in the early 1950 around Trinidad. Workers found the prints and the word spread within the local workmen. Ray and Shorty left footprints at various work sites, moved equipment around, left evidence of visits from " a big footed" person.&amp;nbsp; Knowing that they were known for pulling practical jokes, the Wallace brothers asked Gmom to hide the carved feet in the store room of her small restaurant, Bella Vista, till the heat died down. Gmom agreed, and snickered about her part in the hoax for the rest of her life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without the fake feet, the Wallace brothers involvement could not be proved in the early 1950s. The story died down, and Ray, Shorty and Gmom had a great laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Too Good To Not Do Again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Fast forward to 1958, when the Hoax went from local laughs, to national spotlight. The Wallace boys continued to make footprints at work sites all through the 1950s, and the story continued in the local area. This all changed in 1958 when the story was picked up by various newspapers when Gerald Crew, and employee of the Granite Construction Company, made and displayed plaster casts of the big foot prints he found on a Bluff Creek road construction project.&lt;br /&gt;
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[Photo Andrew Genzoli reviews plaster cast of large footprint made by Jerry Crew, Oct 5, 1958]&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;![endif]--&gt;The Humboldt Times ran a above the fold story on October 14, 1958 comparing the large footprints with the comic strip character "Alley Opp, " and for the first time named the mystery beast "Bigfoot."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The story (which is fully transcribed at the end of this post) included a quote from Gmom about the earlier escapades of this creature being a prank. The story was picked up by many other papers, and the search for the elusive creature began in earnest. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Two Taxidermists, Al Corbett and Bob Titmus, are quoted in articles as believing that the creature was an escaped wild Indian who was over 7 feet tall. Geologist and Geophysicist Dr. R.Maurice Trip reported that based on the foot shape, size and distance of the gait, the creature had to weigh at least 800 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The articles go on and on, as does the speculation on whether the creature was real or an elaborate hoax.&amp;nbsp; Grainy films of a creature walking, sightings up and down the Northern California coast line, books, newspaper articles, tv shows - the list of Bigfoot goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While researching this hoax, I found that Gmom is immortalized in a book about the Bigfoot incidents - "Bigfoot! The True Story of Apes in America'" by Loren Coleman features the Humboldt Times article which quoted my Gmom, so she is now forever quoted in print.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Hoax Reviled After Ray Wallace Dies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The Vancouver Sun ran the following story on December 7, 2002&amp;nbsp; "The Ray Wallace-Rant Mullins Mess," in which Ray's family publicly admitted that Ray and his wife were both involved in the 1950s Bigfoot Hoax. (full story below)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So there you have it, the story of Gmom and&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;her small part in the Bigfoot Hoax. I like to imagine that Gmom and Ray Wallace are sitting in rocking chairs side by side in Heaven, looking down on us and snickering&amp;nbsp; at &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"all the fuss!" &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ray's hand carved fake feet&amp;nbsp; caused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I know that Gmom would love the fact that she not only had a part in this infamous Hoax, but that she is immortalized in print. What a legacy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Humboldt Times October 14, 1958&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18.0pt;"&gt;Huge Footprints Found on Wilderness Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Residents of northeastern Humboldt
county today were attempting to solve the mystery of “Bigfoot!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hugh prints, made by a bare foot
with five toes and measuring 16 inches long and seven inches wide, have been
found across new road construction on Bluff Creek during the past six weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Are the tracks the work of some
practical joker, with a “big” sense of humor, or are they left by some strange
animal – or perhaps a pre-historic type man such as the comic strip character,
Alley Oop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Readers of the Humboldt Standard,
after viewing the evidence as presented this weekend by Gerald Crew of Salyer,
will think at once of Mr. Oop, the pen and ink creations that was brought back (in
the comic strip of course) from the stone age by a “Time Machine.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The resemblance of the Alley Oop
feer and Mr. Bigfoot’s extremities is startling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;However, those who actually have
seen the foot-prints, including Crew and fellow workers on the Bluff Creek
road, do not treat the strange occurrence lightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Crew probably expressed the feeling
of many people in the Weitchpec-Hoopa area, when he said, “I tell you it’s a
strange feeling to walk along a rood in that wilderness and suddenly see huge
foot-prints!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Crew is employed by the Granite
Construction Company of Salyer which is building a timber access road for the
Six Rivers National Forest into the wilderness along Bluff Creek about 12 miles
north of Weitchpec. Man, or at least civilized man, has rarely penetrated this
deep into the forest and brush there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Residents, around the area, say
that even wild game shy away from the dark woods. Yet, “Bigfoot” doesn’t seem
to harm anything or anybody – rather he shows a considerable amount of
curiosity about the construction activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;“Bigfoot” made his latest
appearance sometime Wednesday night. Workmen reporting for work found the
tracks in almost the same area as those seen about a week ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hundreds of these marks have been
seen throughout the summer by the construction workers. However, for Crew this
is not the first time hw has sighted the traces of the invisible visitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Two years ago, reports were flying
of filled 50-gallon gasoline drums being juggled around like playthings on
another project on which Crew worked. This was a timber access road about 20
miles up Bluff Creek for the Granite Logging and Wallace Brothers companies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Written Report&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;First written report of the unseen
“Bigfoot” came to Eureka Newspapers on September 19 via a note from Mrs. Jess
Bemis of Slayer. Mrs. Bemis wrote that her husband, Jesse Bemis, along with 15
other men on the project, saw the tracks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;“On their way to the job, tracks
were seen going down the road. The tracks measured 14 to 16 inches in length.
The toes were very short, but were 5 to each foot. The ground was soft and the
prints were clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;“In soft places the prints were
deep, suggesting a great weight. The tracks were wide as well as long. Things,
such as fruit, have been missed by those camping on the job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;If the latter is true, it seems to
indicate that “Bigfoot” might be a vegetarian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Travels of such a creature have not
been restricted to the one area. Barry Knudsen of Fieldbrook, claims knowing
men working in the Simpson timber land some eight miles north of Karbel on the
north fork of the Mad River who have found similar tracks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jullian Pawlus, 2622 D street, Eureka, numbers amount the witnesses to the
Korbel scene of the tracks sighted last spring on another logging road
construction job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;They were “pretty heavy” and made
by “bird or animal,” he believed. Pawlus, not sure of the implication of the
tracks, said he preferred to call it a “paw” rather than a foot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The edge of a creek marked the
start of the tracks which then led into a freshly graded road. They were sunken
sufficiently to indicate weight, Pawlus said. He described them as having three
toes straight out and a couple of smaller ones on the side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Some 25 persons observed them that
time, he stated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Crew in relating his experience
with the “Bigfoot” visits, said the racks for the current impression, came down
from a steep mountainside, through an old burn. Shale formed the surface of the
ground until “it” hit soft earth turned over by construction equipment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;At this point the unseen traveler
turned his tracks down the road, moving along for at least three-quarters of a
mile, before changing course and moving off the road into more shale where the
path faded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;50 Inch Stride&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Raymond Wallace, a fellow member of
the construction gang, also has inspected these tracks on several occasions. He
estimated the normal stride of the big feet was 50 inches while its running
stride, in the path of an evidently fleeing deer, measured ten feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Reports say the tracks are always
made down-hill never up hill, except in the case of short inclines around the
excavation work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Authenticity of the origin of the
tracks is being studied by Robert Titmus, taxidermist from Redding
and an associate from Portland,
 Oregon, according to Crew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;At the present time, they do not
feel the tracks were made by an animal, Crew said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The mystery remains unsolved so
far. Crew, whom neighbors and friends respect for reliability and honesty,
doesn’t know. However, he doesn’t believe it is an animal either. He feels
there would be claw marks as well as other indication if this was true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;“We often feel we are being
watched,” claimed Crew. He said he and the men do not feel the “presence” is
unfriendly since they never find any damage to their equipment; however, they
always will find fresh imprints on each new piece of work as though “Bigfoot”
has a “supervisory interest” in the project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Whether it is a friend of “Mr.
Oop”, or in reality a harmless wild-man, an expose may take place, if Crew can
get a photographical setup working for the nocturnal visitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Possibility
of a practical joker at work is felt by Mrs. Paul Keesey of Pepperwood. She
writes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;“I have
read with interest the articles on the huge footprints. I recall about eight
years ago, when up around Trinidad on one of
the logging roads, they had a similar thing happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;“This was
told to me in my restaurant at Bella Vista hill by several truck drivers. When
they investigated, it turned out to be the work of a prankster.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tales of “Bigfoot” are Indian
legend in that area. One of the legends originates in the Marble Mountain
area. So the story goes, some practical jokers, possibly with the idea of
keeping other hunters out, invented unseen visitors to the land – visitors who
were described as being “little men with big feet.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Capitalizing on this legend, about
25 years ago some “jokers” in the Weitchpec area revived the tale to scare away
some unwanted residents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Another legend centering around Onion Lake
area (in the same region) relates activities of an unseen sea lion supposedly
left there during the big floods of Biblical times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It also has never been seen – only
what people believe to be its traces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Indian legend also claims that
after any tragedy such as a drowning or a fire or similar disaster, footprints
such as these will be found encircling the area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Meanwhile residents of the present
“Bigfoot” visiting grounds, do not seem to be worried about any danger from
him. Mainly they are curious and are searching for an answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But whether or not “Bigfoot” is
real or a hoax, tales of his activities while inspecting the logging road
construction project will make good entertainment for fireside chats or for
holding the attention of wide-eyed grandchildren in the years to come.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;The Ray Wallace-Rant Mullins Mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;The Vancouver
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fake turns out to be photographer's wife dressed in hairy ape suit with giant
feet stuck to the bottom&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Most of the pictures of bigfoot, a giant ape-like creature supposed to live in
the dense forests of the American northwest, are in reality a hoaxer's wife
dressed in a gorilla suit, the man's relatives revealed Friday.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For decades until his death last month Ray Wallace awed America with pictures of
footprints, recordings and photographs of the creature, but his family admitted
it had all been an elaborate practical joke. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To the horror of thousands of Bigfoot believers Dale Lee Wallace, the hoaxer's
nephew, said: "He did it for the joke and then was afraid to tell anyone
because they'd be so mad at him." &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The first "evidence" for Bigfoot, a series of huge footprints, was
found by Jerry Crew, a worker at Wallace's construction company in August,
1958.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They were in fact created by his boss with wooden carved feet to "freak
him out," but the local newspaper, the Humboldt Times in Eureka,
Calif. ran a
front-page story on the prints the next day and coined the term
"Bigfoot."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The tale was taken up by newspapers across the country and the public,
fascinated at the time by tales of the Himalayan yeti, eagerly embraced the
notion of a homegrown version.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wallace continued with the prank for years, producing photographs of Bigfoot
eating elk and frogs. These, it emerged Friday, were in fact members of his
family — usually his wife, — dressed in a hairy ape suit with giant feet stuck
to the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The most famous evidence for Bigfoot's existence, the so-called Pattersonfilm,
a grainy, cinefilm image of an erect ape-like creature, was taken by Roger
Patterson, a rodeo rider, in 1967. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was another of Wallace's fakes, the family said — he told Patterson where to
go to spot the creature and knew who had been inside the suit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The family decided to finally reveal the truth after Wallace, 84, died from
heart failure and a reporter for the Seattle Times approached them to ask about
the rumors he had made it all up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The news is a serious setback for the Bigfoot industry spawned by the legend.
Dozens of books have been written, guides offer tours to search for sightings,
and there is an International Bigfoot Society in Hillsboro,
Oregon&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zksVl1TEHCY/UQ3tikJIAuI/AAAAAAAAAes/fHjMgi156Og/s1600/Lucia%27s+dress.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zksVl1TEHCY/UQ3tikJIAuI/AAAAAAAAAes/fHjMgi156Og/s640/Lucia%27s+dress.JPG" width="476" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I made my daughter-in-law's hand beaded french lace edged Wedding Veil.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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They are such a cute couple!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Landon Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Word has been received here of the death July 6 of Landon Augustus Adams, 95, of Fortuna. He was born in July 1884 in Eureka and was the last surviving grandchild of abolitionist John Brown. He was preceeded in death by his wife, who died Dec. 8, 1979.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He is survived by a son, Merle, as well as several other children and grandchildren. Merle Adams, son of Landon Adams, sent the information to Keith Lingenfelter, who is well known for his historical and genealogical research.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Landon's mother, Annie Brown, came to Red Bluff in 1864 by wagon train with her widowed mother, Mary, sisters, Sarah and Ellen, and brother Salmon. Mary Brown and her three daughters lived inn a house on Main Street (that still exists) until 1870 when they moved to Eureka.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Annie Brown taught Negro children in the Oat Creek School in 1866, which was located near Proberta. She married Samuel S. Adams in Red Bluff Nov. 25, 1869. Annie Brown Adams died in Shively Oct. 3, 1926, the last surviving child of 20 children born to the John Browns.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; According to Merle Brown, Nell Brown Groves, granddaughter of Salmon Brown, is still living in Seattle Wash. She is 102 years of age.&lt;/div&gt;
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*****&lt;/div&gt;
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Landon Augustus Adams {B184XV9} (1884 - 1980) was the ninth of Annie Brown Adams' ten children. He appears to have spent his entire life in the northern part of California. He married Margaret Josephine Kiley (1895 - 1979) on April 13, 1916. The 1940 census lists him as a farmer, which many of my uncles and great uncles were in the Humboldt county area of California. Landon is buried at Ferndale Cemetery, Ferndale, Humboldt County, California, USA. (Find a grave # 15474602)&lt;/div&gt;
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Headstone reads&lt;/div&gt;
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LANDON A ADAMS&lt;/div&gt;
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1884 Father 1980&lt;/div&gt;
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The night of December 31, 1862, churches, praying trees,&amp;nbsp; and other public meeting areas were the congregating points for slaves and freed blacks awaiting&amp;nbsp; news that President Lincoln had signed the long awaited Emancipation Proclamation. While the Proclamation did not free all slaves, if did facilitate the beginning of the end of slavery as America knew it in the 1800s.&lt;br /&gt;
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Frederick Douglas declared the Proclamation to be "the first step on the part of the nation in its departure from the thralldom of the ages."&lt;br /&gt;
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99 days earlier Lincoln had promised that a proclamation&lt;br /&gt;
freeing slaves in the "states in&amp;nbsp; rebellion" would be signed, sparking the creation of "watch night," where the people faithfully waited and watched.&amp;nbsp; In Boston, a line of messenger, or runners, spread out from the telegraph office to the Tremont Temple, where Douglass and hundred of others were awaiting the glorious news that Lincoln had signed the document that promised to bring the black Americans that much closer to the freedom they so desired.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tVnEQ1Qdzps/UOuc-ZXffOI/AAAAAAAAAd8/2wWulrRvqQE/s1600/emancipation+notice.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="175" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tVnEQ1Qdzps/UOuc-ZXffOI/AAAAAAAAAd8/2wWulrRvqQE/s320/emancipation+notice.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When the news arrived in the wee hours of January 1, 1863, it was a time of jubilee for those engaged in the watch night. The news was greeted by sermons, cheers, songs, prayers, quiet contemplation, and much celebration throughout the states.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xItC7NbGYXE/UOueGMLHJkI/AAAAAAAAAeI/fhSn22yejsg/s1600/slave+viewing+proclamation.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xItC7NbGYXE/UOueGMLHJkI/AAAAAAAAAeI/fhSn22yejsg/s320/slave+viewing+proclamation.JPG" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Watch nights have continued through today, in many churches across America. Many families continue the use of "watch night" as a way to honor those that came before. An amazing example of this is on &lt;a href="http://myancestersname.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;b&gt;http://myancestorsname.blogspot.com/.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;cite&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fast forward to 2013&amp;nbsp; - we need to remember that &lt;b&gt;150 years later SLAVERY STILL HAS NOT BEEN ERADICATED.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In the 1800s, slavery was an acceptable commercial transaction performed in the light of day and in public; now slavery is an ugly, silent, secretive, multimillion dollar a year business.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do something today to help fight slavery.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Join one of the many organizations that work tirelessly to eradicate &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;slavery in the 21st &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;century&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Frederick Douglass Family Foundation &lt;a href="http://fdff.org/" target="_blank"&gt;(FDFF.org)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Free The S&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;laves&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://freetheslaves.net/"&gt;Freetheslaves.net&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
See how many products you use have connections to slavery - you will never look at household items the same way again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Slavery Footprint (&lt;a href="http://slaveryfootprint.org/"&gt;slaveryfootprint.org&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
Protest the advertising of adult services on such sites as Backpage.com - these types of sites are known promoters of child trafficking sex traders&lt;br /&gt;
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Here's to a new year - let's see what we can do to end slavery in 2013!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Samuel Higley was the first blacksmith awarded the right to manufacture steel for use in the America's, and the first to strike non English coins for use in America.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
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John Brown's 2nd Great Grand Uncle was Samuel Higley (1687 - 1737), ninth child of John Higley (1649 -1714) and Hannah Drake Higley (1653 - 1694). The Higley family resided in Simsbury Connecticut and were leading citizens held in high regard.&lt;br /&gt;
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Samuel graduated from Yale in 1714. He apprenticed for eleven years with Drs. Samuel Mather and Thomas Hooker&amp;nbsp; until qualified to practice medicine on his own. In the 1700's physicians were not highly paid, and it was not unusual for them to have another skill or occupation outside of medicine.&amp;nbsp; Samuel was schoolteacher and blacksmith.&lt;br /&gt;
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He married Abigail Bement (1700 - 1746) on September 19, 1719. They had three children: Jonathan (1721-1771), Ann (1724-1761) and Abigail (1733-1810).&lt;br /&gt;
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In 1728, Samuel was awarded the exclusive right to make steel in the Colony for ten years. Normally everything that could be manufactured and imported from England was forbidden to manufacture in the colonies. So the judgement to allow Samuel to manufacture all steel to be used in the colonies was a very big deal. From the declaration:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;
"with great pains and cost, found out and obtained a curious art, by which to convert, change, or transmute common ore into good steel, sufficient for any use, and was the very first that ever performed such an operation in America."&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Samuel's land in Simsbury included a copper mine, from which 97-98% pure copper was extracted. In 1736 Samuel began minting the very first coins not minted in England. This was a violation of the laws of the land, but the Higley Copper, as the coins came to be called, were in use as an equivalent to 3-pence coins for many years. The Higley family manufactured coins from 1737 until 1739. The coins were made from such pure copper, that future generations smelted down the coins for use in gold-smithing. The Higley Copper is now a very rare coin, and worth upwards of $285,000 each!&lt;br /&gt;
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Samuel Higley was declared dead after his cargo ship carrying copper ore to England, was lost in the Atlantic during May 1737.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://johnbrownkin.blogspot.com/feeds/3637275941115847724/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987733295703970469&amp;postID=3637275941115847724" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987733295703970469/posts/default/3637275941115847724?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987733295703970469/posts/default/3637275941115847724?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://johnbrownkin.blogspot.com/2013/01/john-browns-2nd-great-grand-uncle.html" title="John Brown's 2nd Great Grand Uncle - Samuel Higley" /><author><name>Alice Keesey Mecoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503890371067129041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yK2Zk1fO1CU/SQzGfsvv00I/AAAAAAAAACc/4kReSCQwbCs/S220/alm+pic+jlibby.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UFRnsycCp7ImA9WhNXF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987733295703970469.post-3917353488716912942</id><published>2012-12-05T05:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-12-05T05:00:17.598-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-12-05T05:00:17.598-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="CDV" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Garrison" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wordless Wednesday" /><title>Wordless Wednesday - Garrison Photo</title><content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--V48ADVkPDU/UIdTxed9clI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zPmIhPTUKEE/s1600/garrison+cropped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--V48ADVkPDU/UIdTxed9clI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zPmIhPTUKEE/s640/garrison+cropped.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Autographed CDV of Wm. Lloyd Garrison. Owned by Keesey Family&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://johnbrownkin.blogspot.com/feeds/3917353488716912942/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987733295703970469&amp;postID=3917353488716912942" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987733295703970469/posts/default/3917353488716912942?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987733295703970469/posts/default/3917353488716912942?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://johnbrownkin.blogspot.com/2012/12/wordless-wednesday-garrison-photo.html" title="Wordless Wednesday - Garrison Photo" /><author><name>Alice Keesey Mecoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503890371067129041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yK2Zk1fO1CU/SQzGfsvv00I/AAAAAAAAACc/4kReSCQwbCs/S220/alm+pic+jlibby.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--V48ADVkPDU/UIdTxed9clI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zPmIhPTUKEE/s72-c/garrison+cropped.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMGRX0yeSp7ImA9WhNXFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987733295703970469.post-4654363439080445822</id><published>2012-12-02T20:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-12-02T20:07:04.391-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-12-02T20:07:04.391-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Charles Town" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Newspaper" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="John Brown" /><title>December 2, 1859 </title><content type="html">&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;A Great Man is executed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SH66HGMJwbc/ULwItZwrIoI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/HDLbMDJLPHo/s1600/John_Brown_hanging-300x173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SH66HGMJwbc/ULwItZwrIoI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/HDLbMDJLPHo/s400/John_Brown_hanging-300x173.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wmHg2fsao_8/UITEc0-CZAI/AAAAAAAAAcI/KlM-X6QYuh4/s1600/brown+children+grave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wmHg2fsao_8/UITEc0-CZAI/AAAAAAAAAcI/KlM-X6QYuh4/s400/brown+children+grave.jpg" width="165" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;In September 1843, John and Mary Brown experienced a terrible tragedy. In the course of a 12 day period, four John and Mary's seven children, ranging in age from 1 to 9 years old, died from disease. Charles, age 6, died September 11, 1843. The next three, Austin, age 1, 
Peter, age 3, and Sarah, age 9, followed on September 21, 22 and 23 
respectively.&lt;br /&gt;
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Accounts differ as to what the disease was - diphtheria, dysentery and cholera are the three most likely culprits - but we may never know for sure which one was the actual cause.&lt;br /&gt;
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What we do know is that Mary, seven months pregnant with my great-great grandmother, Annie, and John, father of a total of 13 children, were devastated by the death of nearly a third of his children, more than half of their younger ones. &amp;nbsp; Two days after the fourth death, John wrote the following to his eldest son John, Jr:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Richfield 25th Sept 1843&lt;br /&gt;
Dear Son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;God has 
seen fit to visit us with the pestilence since you left us, and four of 
our number sleep in the dust, and four of us that are still living have 
been more or less unwell but appear to be nearly recovered. On the 4th 
Sept Charles was taken with the Dysentery and died on the 11th, about 
the time that Charles died Sarah, Peter, &amp;amp; Austin were taken with 
the same complaint. Austin died on the 21st, Peter on the 22nd &amp;amp; 
Sarah on the 23rd and were all buried together in one grave. This has 
been to us all a bitter cup indeed, and we have drunk deeply, but still 
the Lord reigneth and blessed be his great and holy name forever. In our
 sore affliction there is still some comfort. Sarah (like your own 
Mother) during her sickness discovered great composure of mind, and 
patience, together with strong assurance at times of meeting God in 
Paradise. She seemed to have no idea of recovering from the first, nor 
did she ever express the least desire that she might, but rather the 
reverse. We fondly hope that she is not disappointed. They were all 
children towards whom perhaps we might have felt a little partial but 
they all now lie in a little row together…&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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The following is an account of a neighbor who helped the family with the sick children. The information is located at the Richfield Historical Society - Oviatt Family Chronology, compiled by Leah &amp;amp; Lynn Krulik.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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             &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"John Brown, the famous 
abolitionist, lived in three different houses in Richfield. The first home was in 
the vicinity of Fountain Rd or Boston Mills Rd as it's now called. It was 
there that four of his children fell ill with &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;diphtheria&lt;/span&gt;, a potentially fatal bacterial infection. Sophie Sheldon, 
a neighbor to the Brown family who had helped to nurse the children became worn out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A buggy pulled up to the front door and Fanny Oviatt stepped out. 'Go away, Aunt 
Fanny. You can't come in here. It's a house of death.' 'Of course 
I can,' Fanny replied. 'You don't suppose I am afraid of sickness, do you? 
How is the little boy?' 'Dead. Dead, I tell you. And Sarah doesn't know 
us anymore when we talk to her. Go home before your children get it 
too.' 'Sophie, your father is waiting for you outside and you are to 
go home with him. When you get there, take off your clothes in 
the woodshed and burn them, every one. Then wash yourself all over with lots of soft soap 
and water before you go into the house. You'll not get it or 
give it to anyone else'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fanny turned to Mrs Brown and said ' My husband 
Mason didn't want me to come but I said to him "Mason Oviatt, what would 
you think if it was our children sick and no one to help?". He was ashamed 
of himself then and said of course I should come.' Later, two children Austen 
and Peter, lay dead. And the third, Sarah, which she cared for, died during 
the night. They were buried the next day in one grave beside their brother 
Charles, who had died ten days before. They are buried in the East Richfield cemetery. 
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Due to the precautions taken by Fanny, none of her eleven children contracted 
the deadly disease." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As a mother, my heart hurts to read these accounts. Losing not one, not two, but four children so quickly, not being able to do anything more for them than trying to make them comfortable&lt;/span&gt;, watching them go to sleep and never awaken. How hard that must have been. And poor Mary, the fear she must have carried with her for the next two months - would the baby she was carrying be okay? I am sure that John and Mary spent many hours in prayer in the latter part of 1843.&lt;br /&gt;
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The four children share a grave at the Richfield Cemetery in Richfield, Summit, Ohio. Next time I am in Ohio, I will be paying my respects to my distant cousins, who never got a chance to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;
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Find a grave registrations&lt;br /&gt;
Austin Brown 38560582&lt;br /&gt;
Charles Brown 38560420&lt;br /&gt;
Peter Brown 38560502&lt;br /&gt;
Sarah Brown 38560313&lt;br /&gt;
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This is a picture of my grandmother and two of her younger sisters. I estimate that it was taken around 1908 based on the ages of the girls.&amp;nbsp; My great aunt, Alice, who was their baby sister, helped me identify the girls, and told me how her father insisted on his daughters wearing white frilly dresses.&lt;/div&gt;
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John Brown, going under the assumed name of Isaac Smith, rented the Kennedy Farm to use as a base of operation for his planned attack on the arsenal at Harpers Ferry and subsequent slave uprising that he was certain would follow his daring raid. He had written home asking Mary, his wife, to come and keep house for him and the men. He suggested that their eldest daughter, Annie, also come to help. Mary declined, siting her poor health and the needs of the younger children, as the reasons she could not fulfill her husbands request.&lt;br /&gt;
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Annie and Martha, the eldest girls at the farm in North Elba, NY volunteered to go. Annie was anxious to assist her father, and Martha wanted to be with her husband of four months, Oliver, who was at Kennedy Farm preparing to fight at his father's side. Martha elected herself head housekeeper because she was an older married woman. One or two months pregnant, Martha slipped off the loft ladder the day they were leaving and severely twisted her ankle. But nothing was going to keep her from being with her husband.&lt;br /&gt;
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Martha did most of the cooking, while Annie was the all-important lookout, who warned the men to go into hiding when ever a noisy neighbor happened to come near the house.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Annie wrote about the first night they arrived at the farm, and gives an inside view of what the men, and the young girls, endured during that summer. She included the reminiscence in letters sent to her friend, Dr. Alexander Ross of Canada. It is an endearing description of two young women trying to take care of the "invisibles" as Annie later called the men. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"We commenced housekeeping at Kennedy Farm sometime in
July.&amp;nbsp; I cannot now remember the date,
although I remember the day well.&amp;nbsp; Father
and my brothers went to The Ferry to purchase a stove and necessary articles,
Martha and I went to the house and tried to surprise them with a dinner which
we tried to cook in an old fireplace.&amp;nbsp; We
had been boarding for a few days at a neighbors who lived nearby.&amp;nbsp; We succeeded after making several attempts in
getting a poor fire to burn, and boiled some potatoes and onions which tipped
nearly over several times, spilling out a few each time. We was trying to make
some kind of bread when the boys arrived bringing bread and rusks from the
bakery, relieving us of that source of worriment to older housekeepers than
we.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We ate our dinner camp fashion and began housekeeping in
real earnest.&amp;nbsp; Our family at that time
consisted of six persons, Father, J G Anderson, Owen, Oliver, Martha and
I.&amp;nbsp; Kagi had gone to Chambersburg
and they had not found Cook yet. He had done to Harpers
 Ferry the year before and was teaching school there.&amp;nbsp; He had married the daughter of the woman he
boarded with about the time we went down there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The first addition to our family was my brother Watson, and
William and Dauphin Thompson who came on a few weeks after Oliver, Martha and I
did.&amp;nbsp; Then followed the rest over, two,
three and four at a time. These last arrivals all came secretly by way of Chambersburg. Father and some of the rest going there
with a light covered wagon, in which they rode or else walked a part of the
way. They would hide in the woods and come in to the house before daylight in
the morning or else after dark at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;They all lived up stairs over the dining room, coming down
to their meals, and at any time that there was no strangers or visitors about. It
was my special business to keep watch on the porch and signal to them with my
hand, if any one approached when they would disappear quietly up the stairway
closing the door after them, while I remained and entertained the company
directly under them, as if nothing unusual had happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We had one neighbor, our nearest one, a very little woman,
but she often caused us a good deal of trouble, by coming at such unreasonable
hours to call, bringing her four children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I attended to the dining room, waiting on the men. I used to
call them my "invisibles." If any on approached while they were at
their meals I would let them know, when they would each take articles of food
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The men used to sing, play games and read to pass away the
time. Kagi who was stationed at Chambersburg
always sent them a bundle of papers and magazines whenever the wagons made a
trip. It was very tiresome for them to be shut-in the house without exercise so
long.&amp;nbsp; They would go out in evenings and
walk to rest themselves"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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minister, Reverend Leonard W. Curlin, in 1949, and sold to a white 
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xKaLrtT2SvY/UHt39OahYNI/AAAAAAAAAbg/tW8ZRRN1vUU/s1600/116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xKaLrtT2SvY/UHt39OahYNI/AAAAAAAAAbg/tW8ZRRN1vUU/s320/116.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In 2009 I had the great honor of participating in the sesquicentennial anniversary of the Harpers Ferry Raid and one of the most moving events I participated in was the re-enactment of the night of Oct 16, 1859 when John Brown and his men hiked from Kennedy Farm to take control of the Harpers Ferry Armory. I stood on the upper porch and spoke words of my ancestors. It was an unforgettable night for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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In this photo, Dennis Frye, Harpers Ferry Historian, Capt. South Lynn, Alice Keesey Mecoy, Capt. Lynn's son.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://johnbrownkin.blogspot.com/feeds/4238794343042997648/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987733295703970469&amp;postID=4238794343042997648" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987733295703970469/posts/default/4238794343042997648?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987733295703970469/posts/default/4238794343042997648?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://johnbrownkin.blogspot.com/2012/10/life-with-invisibles-at-kennedy-farm.html" title="Life with the &quot;Invisibles&quot; at Kennedy Farm" /><author><name>Alice Keesey Mecoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503890371067129041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yK2Zk1fO1CU/SQzGfsvv00I/AAAAAAAAACc/4kReSCQwbCs/S220/alm+pic+jlibby.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q_UMWkd2tBA/UHtssYVzL4I/AAAAAAAAAao/HpQZI2yBxZQ/s72-c/Annie%27s+layout+of+Kennedy+Farmhouse.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4ARn85cSp7ImA9WhJaFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987733295703970469.post-153199983643130084</id><published>2012-10-06T20:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-10-06T20:22:27.129-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-10-06T20:22:27.129-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blessings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Slavery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="elected" /><title>I cannot believe that he is an elected official! Off Subject</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Okay, I know that we live in a freedom of
speech country and &lt;u&gt;everyone&lt;/u&gt; is entitled to their own opinion. I believe this right to be valid, important and worthy of defending, but
really? To state in writing that one of the darkest eras of American history
might have been "a blessing" for the very people who suffered through
the horrendous physical, mental and spiritual hardships, seems small minded and
downright ignorant to me. But for the writer to be an &lt;i&gt;elected official &lt;/i&gt;makes it
reprehensible to me.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Tell me what you think in the comments. Now, please excuse me while I take a
shower and wash the trash off of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jon Hubbard, Arkansas
Legislator, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Says Slavery May 'Have Been A Blessing'&lt;/span&gt; In New Book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Jon Hubbard, a Republican member of the Arkansas House of Representatives,
has written a new book in which he says &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;slavery was "a blessing" for
African-Americans,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; among other questionable statements.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Hubbard, a first term Republican from Jonesboro, Ark., makes a series of
racially charged statements in the self-published book&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;, including saying that
integration of schools is hurting white students, that African slaves had
better lives under slavery than in Africa, that blacks are not contributing to
society,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and that a situation is developing the United States which is
similar to that of Nazi Germany.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;The questionable statements in Hubbard's book, "Letters to the Editor: Confessions
of a Frustrated Conservative," were first reported by &lt;a href="http://www.arktimes.com/ArkansasBlog/archives/2012/10/05/republican-extremists-in-their-own-words#.UG8Wr-XNpyk.twitter" target="_hplink"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;Arkansas Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
and &lt;a href="http://talkbusiness.net/2012/10/rep-jon-hubbard-slavery-a-blessing-in-disguise/" target="_hplink"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;TalkBusiness.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Regarding slavery, Hubbard &lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;wrote&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“… the institution of slavery that the black race has long believed to
be an abomination upon its people may actually have been a blessing in
disguise. The blacks who could endure those conditions and circumstances would
someday be rewarded with citizenship in the greatest nation ever established
upon the face of the Earth.” (Pages 183-89)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/10/05/jon-hubbard-arkansas-slavery-book_n_1943661.html?ncid=edlinkusaolp00000009&amp;amp;utm_hp_ref=fb&amp;amp;src=sp&amp;amp;comm_ref=false#sb=514797,b=facebook" target="_blank"&gt;(click here to read entire article on the Huffington Post&amp;nbsp; if you can stomach anymore of this bunk)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;


</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://johnbrownkin.blogspot.com/feeds/153199983643130084/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987733295703970469&amp;postID=153199983643130084" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987733295703970469/posts/default/153199983643130084?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987733295703970469/posts/default/153199983643130084?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://johnbrownkin.blogspot.com/2012/10/i-cannot-believe-that-he-is-elected.html" title="I cannot believe that he is an elected official! Off Subject" /><author><name>Alice Keesey Mecoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503890371067129041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yK2Zk1fO1CU/SQzGfsvv00I/AAAAAAAAACc/4kReSCQwbCs/S220/alm+pic+jlibby.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IMQ3o-fip7ImA9WhJaFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987733295703970469.post-2879178355091512005</id><published>2012-10-05T21:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-10-05T21:13:02.456-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-10-05T21:13:02.456-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Annie Brown" /><title>Some Things Never Change</title><content type="html">I had to have a molar pulled a few days ago. I broke my tooth on my breakfast cereal last Monday. On cereal!?! Really?!?!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I was sitting at Baylor Dental School awaiting my turn to see the dentist, I remembered a letter that Annie wrote in 1887. One hundred twenty years ago she was writing about the poor state of Americans' teeth. Some things never change..........&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;
Letter from Annie Brown Adams to Dr Ross, December 28, 1887 &lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;
Held by Gilder Lehrman Museum in New York index # GL3007.18&amp;nbsp; &lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;"The American of this great state do
not “dig their graves with their teeth&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=987733295703970469#_edn1" name="_ednref1" style="mso-endnote-id: edn1;" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoEndnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoEndnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;[i]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;”.
They part with their teeth before they get out of their “teens”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It is not uncommon now to find persons
between fifteen and twenty, with false teeth, in this vicinity.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;One man I know, paid fifty dollars to get his
young daughter’s teeth filled.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Now what
is the cause of this early decay?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I
think it must be the consumption of so much sweets, candy, etc.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We Americans consume more sugar than any
other nation, and take more and better care of our teeth (while we have
them) than any other people do.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Indians,
Negros, and nearly all Foreigners have good
teeth.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Some say that it is caused by the
use of too much fine, white flour bread stuffs.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;We use several preparations of wheat to make mushes, rice, cornstarch,
sego&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=987733295703970469#_edn2" name="_ednref2" style="mso-endnote-id: edn2;" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoEndnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoEndnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;[ii]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,
tapioca, cornmeal instead of the &lt;u&gt;national&lt;/u&gt; “&lt;u&gt;pie&lt;/u&gt;”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I make puddings, and brown bread, and corn
bread, for a change from the white."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="mso-element: endnote-list;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="mso-element: endnote-list;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="mso-element: endnote-list;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="mso-element: endnote-list;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="mso-element: endnote-list;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="mso-element: endnote-list;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="mso-element: endnote-list;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="mso-element: endnote-list;"&gt;
&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;
&lt;hr align="left" size="1" width="33%" /&gt;
&lt;div id="edn1" style="mso-element: endnote;"&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=987733295703970469#_ednref1" name="_edn1" style="mso-endnote-id: edn1;" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoEndnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoEndnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;[i]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt; Greedy eaters dig their graves with their teeth.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/French_Proverb/"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;French Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=987733295703970469#_ednref2" name="_edn2" style="mso-endnote-id: edn2;" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoEndnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoEndnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;[ii]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sego Lily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calochortus
nuttallii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bulb" title="Bulb"&gt;bulbous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perennial_plant" title="Perennial plant"&gt;perennial&lt;/a&gt; which is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Endemic_species" title="Endemic species"&gt;endemic&lt;/a&gt;
to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Western_United_States" title="Western United States"&gt;Western United States&lt;/a&gt;. It is the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_U.S._state_flowers" title="List of U.S. state flowers"&gt;state flower&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Utah" title="Utah"&gt;Utah&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Here are the minutes from the 1927 meeting.&amp;nbsp; Note that the numbers in { } are the numbering system that Dr. Clarence Gee started tracking the family with, and I have continued to use.&amp;nbsp; Please enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Minutes of the Brown Reunion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;h3 class="MsoNormal"&gt;
June 5, 1927&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;
Meeting was opened by the
President, John Owen Brown{B18732}of Fort Wayne, Ind., greeting all and
expressing his pleasure that so many of the family were present, happy to see
some new faces’ and regretting that a few were missing.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;
In the absence of the Secretary,
Doris Brown Malone, the President called as Secretary pro tem Edna Brown Kalbrunner,
{B187311} who read letters from Mrs. Nellie Lusk and Doris Brown Malone,
regretting their inability to be present. Doris Malone’s letter coming from
Capris, Italy,
where she is now living. Also a letter from our Historian, Lydia Crothers
{B18792}, regretting her absence, due to illness in her family.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She reports in the year past, no marriages,
two births – daughter [Dorothy Stiles {B1873451}]to Mr. and Mrs. Newell Styles &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;B187345}, Washington D.C. – a son [Perry
Crothers, Jr {B1879241}]to Mr. and Mrs. Perry Crothers {B187924}, Tacoma,
Washington. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;
The grim reaper having taken four*
members of our family:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;
Lucien Brown {B1867}, St. Andrews Fla.
(son of Oliver Owen Brown {B186} – grandson of Owen {B18)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;
Charles P. Brown {B18422}, Akron Ohio
(Son of Jason {B1842} – grandson of John {B184})&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;
Charles Brown {B18632} (Son of
Lemual Brown {B1863}– grandson of Oliver {B186})&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;
Lucien Brown {B18XIII1}, Portland, Oregon
(Son of Edward Brown {B18XIII} – grandson of Owen {B18})&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;
She also reports on Decoration Day
– she stood beside the graves of Grandfather Frederick Brown {B187} and father
Salmon Brown {B1879} in the Kilbourn, Wis. Cemetery.
Her grandfather died in 1877 and she has only a few remembrances of him, but
many of his expressions were often repeated by her father, the one “Filled with
pardonable pride” comes to her and it applies very well in speaking of our
ancestry. She also recalled how her father looked singing “Land where my
fathers dies, land of the Pilgrims pride,” and she realized the ownership he
felt.&lt;/div&gt;
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She thinks to, we should instruct
our children in our family history that they may be filled with pardonable
pride in their ancestors service to this our country, and in this way help safe
guard their integrity.&lt;/div&gt;
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There also was a letter from Mrs. F
B Alexander {B18412} of Put-in-Bay who is the
daughter of John Brown {B1841} the eldest son of Captain John Brown {B184} and
Wealthy Hotchkiss Brown, thanking Mrs. Shiley for her kind invitation and owing
to business reasons she would be unable to be with us. She also states that
John Brown {B1841} came to Put-in-Bay after the insurrection at Harpers Ferry
and that she, Mrs. Alexander, was born, married and is still living in the same
house.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;
Two interesting papers were read.
One was the story of the life of Owen Brown {B18}, early settler of Hudson, by
himself for his daughter Marion Brown Hand {B189}, and was a wonderful
description of the hardships endured after the Revolution and yet the devote
attitude which over came and helped bear all the trials.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;
The other paper was an accurate
description of the John Brown home on the lane, connecting two main roads, this
home is still standing.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;
Both papers may be had from the
Secretary for inspection.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;
Mr. Charlie Brown {B18731} then
moved the date for this annual reunion be changed from the first Sunday in June
to the last Sunday in June, and his motion was adopted.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;
Mrs. Aura Styles requested we
express our appreciation by letter to our absent Historian Lydia Crothers
{B18792}, and the Secretary was so instructed.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;
Our President called on Mr. A N
Waite who gave us a very interesting and humorous talk on the apprenticeship of
his grandfather to Owen Brown, he also told us that the staircase which stands
in the home now occupied by the Snedon family in Hudson was built by John Brown himself.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;
Rev. John Logan Lindlay of the
Congregational Church of Hudson then told us that Owen Brown {B18}was a charter
member of his church, and because of this connection he was very much
interested in the Brown family, and wondered where the family Bible given to
Lawrence Pease by Owen Brown was, and he expressed a desire to see it returned
to the Brown family. He also suggested we assume care of the Brown graved in
the Hudson Cemetery. He further extended an
invitation to us to attend the 125&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; anniversary of Hudson, beginning September 4, 1927 with
morning services at his Church.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;
Mrs. Elizabeth Rogers Miller, who
now lives in the Old John Brown home in Hudson
extended an initiation to us to her home.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;
The following officers were elected
for the ensuing year:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;
President&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;John Owen Brown {B18732}&lt;/div&gt;
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Vice Pres&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Mrs. Eliza Lavina Reed&lt;/div&gt;
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2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; Vice Pres&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Salmon Brown&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;
Secretary&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Edna Brown Kalbrunner {B187311}&lt;/div&gt;
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Assistant&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Isabel Brown&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;{B187913}&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;
Historian&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Lydia
Crothers&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;{B18792}&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;
Assistant&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Mrs. Flora Bartsche {B18XIII2}&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;
Our President requested we sing
“God be with you ‘till we meet again” which we did, and after all together
repeating Mizpah, we adjourned, and accepting the kind invitation of Mr. and
Mrs. Earl John Johnson, who now occupy the John Brown Farm, we walked down the
roadway to their home, where we saw the site of the old tannery, the old burial
vault, the deed to this vault in Mrs. Johnson’s possession, the old home and
all had a drink of cool water from the old, old well.&lt;/div&gt;
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After which we returned to the Hine
Home to bid adieu to each other and to thank our kind host and hostess for our
very happy day.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Signed
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-left: 1.0in; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;
Edna
Brown Kalbrunner&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 3;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Secretary&lt;/div&gt;
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*Additional deaths are list at the
end of the minutes. They must have been announced at the meeting.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;
Doris Jeannette Brown {B186325}–
daughter of Charles S {B18632} and Hannah Brown, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Died
Jan 22, 1927, aged 28 years&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;
Charles Stores Brown {B18632} – son
of Lemuel Stores {B1863} and Julia Brown&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Died March 31, 1927 aged 65
years&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Both are buried in Lakewood Park
Cemetery Cleveland Ohio&lt;/div&gt;
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Henry Dollitt W. Christon Hill, was born in Schroon, Essex County, New York in 1939, the third child of Gilson and Harrietta Hill. &lt;br /&gt;
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On the 1850 census, we find Gilson (30), Harrietta (30), George G (18), Mary S (16) and Henry DWC (11), living in Schroon, Essex County, New York on the Hill's farm. On the 1860 census 11 year old Rosetta M. has joined the family.&lt;br /&gt;
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March of 1863 we find Henry DWC Hill attending Fort Edward Institute with Annie Brown in Fort Edward, New York. He is 24 years old, and Annie is 19. His signature page in Annie's Autograph Book is written in prose, each line beginning with the letters of her last name.&amp;nbsp; It is a charming prose, and I can't help wondering what happened at "skating day?"&lt;br /&gt;
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A year and a half later, August 29, 1864, a 25 year old Henry enlisted at Plattsburg, New York as a Private into 142nd Infantry, Company H to serve for one year. He was wounded in the neck during the "Battle of Fair Oaks &amp;amp; Darbytown Road" also known as the "Second Battle of Fair Oaks" in Virginia on October 27, 1864. During the 2-day battle, the Union had 1,603 deaths and casualties, while the Confederates only had 100. Henry was lucky to just be injured in the neck. He and his entire Company mustered out on June 7, 1865, at Raleigh, North Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;
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According to his Military Records, Henry was 6 feet tall, with a dark complexion, blue eyes and brown hair. He listed his previous occupation as "student" on his war records, and he must have continued his education after he mustered out, because in the &lt;i&gt;Lawyers Record and Official Register of the United States&lt;/i&gt;, published in 1872, Henry was admitted to the Schenectady New York Law Registry on April 7, 1869.&lt;br /&gt;
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Between 1865 and 1870 Henry married Edna Jennie [last name not known]. In the 1870 census we find Henry, Edna and baby Harry living in Whitehall, Washington, New York, where Henry worked as a lawyer and Edna kept house. Henry was obviously doing quite well as the census shows him with Real Estate valued at $2000 and personal property also valued at $2000. A fortune in 1870. An internet search for HDWC Hill + Lawyer returns many examples of his work as a lawyer. On the 1880 census the family has added 4 year old Newton.&lt;br /&gt;
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I haven't found much else about good ol' skating Henry, though I did find two personal genealogy family trees that list his year of death as 1899.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://johnbrownkin.blogspot.com/feeds/7823304270859345571/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987733295703970469&amp;postID=7823304270859345571" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987733295703970469/posts/default/7823304270859345571?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987733295703970469/posts/default/7823304270859345571?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://johnbrownkin.blogspot.com/2012/09/a-page-from-annies-autograph-book-hdcw.html" title="A Page From Annie's Autograph Book - HDCW Hill" /><author><name>Alice Keesey Mecoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503890371067129041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yK2Zk1fO1CU/SQzGfsvv00I/AAAAAAAAACc/4kReSCQwbCs/S220/alm+pic+jlibby.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EcQeLIsIivc/UFUnZlqbPTI/AAAAAAAAAaA/mBdmab-9O4c/s72-c/Pircture+28+-+Hill.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EBSXY4eSp7ImA9WhJUFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987733295703970469.post-6181670232224989764</id><published>2012-09-13T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-09-13T21:27:38.831-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-09-13T21:27:38.831-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Harper Ferry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kennedy Farm" /><title>Follow Up to the Charles White Movie</title><content type="html">I emailed the Fun with History group to let them know that I had linked to the film on their website. I got this cool email back from Chris, showing just how small the John Brown World is.&lt;br /&gt;
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Alice,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What great story! I live 45 mins. from Harper's Ferry and have
      been to the old Firehouse there many times. Even more interesting,
      I was riding with my friend one day to see a car that was for
      sale. He took me to see where he used to live. As we drove down
      the old driveway, I looked up and saw we were driving right next
      to the house on the Kennedy Farm. My friend used to rent the house
      directly behind it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm glad the video helped you make a connection. If you want a
      better copy of the video, it is in the public domain and can be
      downloaded at: &lt;a href="http://archive.org/details/gov.archives.arc.50813" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1347588573_0"&gt;http://archive.org/details/gov.archives.arc.50813&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks again for sharing your story.&lt;br /&gt;
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Chris&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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BUT...... the article did mention a documentary that I went in search of and it is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;
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Background info:&lt;br /&gt;
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Ian White found the Owen Brown headstone in August 2012. His father was Charles White, an artist featured in the 1971 documentary, "Five Artists."&amp;nbsp; When Ian was a lad, the family lived at the base of Little Round Top (aka Brown Mountain). The film shows Ian and his sister running up the mountain to the Owen Brown grave site, and then shows the children examining the headstone. Charles White was an amazing artist and clearly admired John Brown: in fact John Brown and Abraham Lincoln were the only white men he did portraits of. (See items below)&lt;/blockquote&gt;
This film is thirty minutes long, and Charles White is the second artist featured on it. There is no timer on the film, so I can not give you an exact time stamp, but the film is worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;
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So without further ado, I present to you this amazing film. Please enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;
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Five African-American artists - Charles White, Romare Bearden, 
Richard Hunt, Barbara Chase-Riboud, and Betty Blayton are featured in 
this 1971 documentary.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks to all your support!&lt;br /&gt;
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Please support the effort to reset the headstone&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;ALTADENA
 - Lost for 10 years, the gravestone belonging to Civil War abolitionist
 Owen Brown turned up again only a few hundred feet from his final 
resting place in the Altadena hills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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 White, an artist who lives near the gravesite in the Meadows 
neighborhood, found the stone marker while walking with his 1-year-old 
son on Thursday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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 engraving wasn't visible, but White recognized a metal ring on the 
gravestone signifying the end of slavery. Owen Brown was the son of John
 Brown, who is credited with sparking the Civil War by leading an 1859 
revolt to free slaves in Harpers Ferry, in what is now West Virginia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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 called Paul Ayers of Save the Altadena Trails, and they moved the 
marker to a secure location, carefully wrapping the stone in cloth and 
using a furniture dolly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;"I knew what it was, and I didn't want to attract any interest to it," White said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Save
 the Altadena Trails now hopes to return the gravestone to its rightful 
place, but will have to contend with legal questions about who owns it 
and how to ensure it will be preserved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="yiv1383659292MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;For now, the gravestone's discovery has become a hot topic among Altadena locals, historians and the Brown family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="yiv1383659292MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;"It
 was absolutely amazing," Ayers said. "I had for a number of years been 
preparing to fabricate a new stone. I had no expectation we would see it
 again." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="yiv1383659292MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;The
 stone disappeared in 2002, just as Save the Altadena Trails was 
preparing legal battles with area property owners over access to the 
gravesite. The organization since then has won court decisions granting 
the public access to the gravesite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="yiv1383659292MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Ayers had suspicions about who might have disturbed the site, but nothing was ever proven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="yiv1383659292MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;"Whoever did this committed a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pasadenastarnews.com/ci_21412793/abolitionist-owen-brown-gravestone-missing-10-years-found?IADID=Search-www.pasadenastarnews.com-www.pasadenastarnews.com" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" title="Powered by Text-Enhance"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt; against the community of Altadena," he said. "There are certain things that are touchstones in a community, and this one was." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="yiv1383659292MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;There
 have been lengthy searches for the stone marker through the years, and 
the area is popular among hikers, so the stone's reappearance so close 
to the gravesite seems strange. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="yiv1383659292MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;White,
 however, believes the marker's weight would have severely hindered 
anyone trying to move it far from the area. A rope was next to the stone
 when he found it, he said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="yiv1383659292MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;"I
 think maybe through some rainstorms it gradually pushed itself down 
more and more," White said. "And with some brush clearance, all of a 
sudden I was able to see it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="yiv1383659292MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;"Numerous
 hikers go through this area, but it looks like debris because there's 
other concrete and rock that are around the area. So I think it was just
 overlooked, to be honest." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="yiv1383659292MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Several
 of John Brown's children moved to California in the aftermath of the 
Harpers Valley revolt, and many of his descendants from daughter Ruth 
Thompson live in the Pasadena area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="yiv1383659292MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Owen
 Brown, who had been waiting with horses across the Potomac River and 
escaped when his father was captured, eventually wound up living in a 
cabin with his brother Jason in Altadena. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="yiv1383659292MsoNormal" style="background-color: yellow; line-height: normal;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Brown
 family genealogist Alice Keesey Mecoy, John Brown's great-great-great 
granddaughter, said she did a "happy dance" upon learning the gravestone
 had been found. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="yiv1383659292MsoNormal" style="background-color: yellow; line-height: normal;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;During
 the sesquicentennial of Brown's revolt in 2009, a movement emerged to 
disinter Owen's remains and move them to the New York farm where his 
father was buried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="yiv1383659292MsoNormal" style="background-color: yellow; line-height: normal;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Mecoy initially favored the idea, but soon changed her mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="yiv1383659292MsoNormal" style="background-color: yellow; line-height: normal;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;"This
 is where he loved, this is where he wanted to be, this where he lived 
the last years of his life," she said. "He was very active in the town, 
he was very active in Masonic organizations. He needs to stay there." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="yiv1383659292MsoNormal" style="background-color: yellow; line-height: normal;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Mecoy
 hopes fly in from Texas to visit the Altadena gravesite, which she's 
never seen, when there is a rededication ceremony sometime in the 
future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="yiv1383659292MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;The
 gravestone's discovery could also provide a "teachable moment," said 
Altadena historian Michelle Zack, who is currently researching the Civil
 War era. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="yiv1383659292MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;The Pasadena area was attractive to the Brown family because of strong anti-slavery sentiments, Zack said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="yiv1383659292MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;"When
 you find something like this that's been lost, and it’s a dramatic 
find, it's a rare opportunity to talk about what the Civil War meant 
here out in the West," she said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://johnbrownkin.blogspot.com/feeds/1608418574962980818/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987733295703970469&amp;postID=1608418574962980818" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987733295703970469/posts/default/1608418574962980818?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987733295703970469/posts/default/1608418574962980818?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://johnbrownkin.blogspot.com/2012/08/finding-owens-headstone-part-2.html" title="Finding Owen's headstone - part 2" /><author><name>Alice Keesey Mecoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503890371067129041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yK2Zk1fO1CU/SQzGfsvv00I/AAAAAAAAACc/4kReSCQwbCs/S220/alm+pic+jlibby.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0gVAJC-vBWY/UEALnR6l3eI/AAAAAAAAAY4/QHAOVnnZIHo/s72-c/PICT0568sm.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcERH8zfyp7ImA9WhJWGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987733295703970469.post-7982731660313054647</id><published>2012-08-24T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-08-24T19:03:25.187-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-08-24T19:03:25.187-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Owen Brown" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Graveyards" /><title>Owen's Gravestone Found!</title><content type="html">I originally wrote about Owen Brown and his missing headstone in this &lt;a href="http://johnbrownkin.blogspot.com/2011/06/please-do-not-move-owen-browns.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; on June 21, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pPvF0GnX6Xs/UDgS4C2wC0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/IDoh5OMRhls/s1600/OWEN_BROWN2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pPvF0GnX6Xs/UDgS4C2wC0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/IDoh5OMRhls/s200/OWEN_BROWN2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Setting of headstone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Owen was a son of John and Mary Brown. He participated in the Harper's Ferry Raid, escaped, and went on to live to the ripe old age of 64. He was buried at the top of Little Round Top, a mountain just outside of Altadena, CA. The mountain is also known as "Brown's Mountain" an old name left over from the days when the Brown Brothers, Jason and Owen lived at the top of the mountain in a small one room cabin.&lt;br /&gt;
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Owen's headstone went missing years ago, no one knew what became of it.&amp;nbsp; Some thought it was tossed down the mountainside by the current land owner. All that remained of the headstone were old photos. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-giXMk_AjY04/UDgUA5a_zmI/AAAAAAAAAYM/cxX6k1r6ARU/s1600/Owen+Brown%27s+gravesite-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-giXMk_AjY04/UDgUA5a_zmI/AAAAAAAAAYM/cxX6k1r6ARU/s200/Owen+Brown%27s+gravesite-1.JPG" width="145" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Norman Marshall with headstone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Headstone on grave&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Today, I received an email [see below] informing me that the headstone HAS BEEN FOUND!!!!&amp;nbsp; I have been doing a happy dance all day!!!!&amp;nbsp; What a great way to end the week!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7dVRiPh6KWw/UDgVNmHyw_I/AAAAAAAAAYU/ewkvAJ8v8ps/s1600/image006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="119" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7dVRiPh6KWw/UDgVNmHyw_I/AAAAAAAAAYU/ewkvAJ8v8ps/s200/image006.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;email from Save The Altadena Trails: &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Save
 the Altadena Trails takes great pleasure in announcing the recovery of 
the Owen Brown Grave Stone which disappeared from the top of Little 
Round Top in 2004. The 
grave stone was found by Ian White and his son Thursday morning, a team 
was quickly assembled and the stone is now secure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;It
 is STAT’s intention to take all necessary legal and logistical steps 
necessary to restore the grave stone to its rightful place marking Owen 
Brown’s grave at the top of Little Round Top.&amp;nbsp; We will keep you informed
 of our progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;STAT asks for your support in our effort to restore the grave stone. Please send your donations to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SAVE THE ALTADENA TRAILS&lt;br /&gt;C/O Paul Ayers, Esq.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;ZINDER &amp;amp; KOCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;700 N. Brand Blvd., Ste. 400&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Glendale, CA 91203&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that donations are not tax deductible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Thank you for your support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;
</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://johnbrownkin.blogspot.com/feeds/7982731660313054647/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987733295703970469&amp;postID=7982731660313054647" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987733295703970469/posts/default/7982731660313054647?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987733295703970469/posts/default/7982731660313054647?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://johnbrownkin.blogspot.com/2012/08/owens-gravestone-found.html" title="Owen's Gravestone Found!" /><author><name>Alice Keesey Mecoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503890371067129041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yK2Zk1fO1CU/SQzGfsvv00I/AAAAAAAAACc/4kReSCQwbCs/S220/alm+pic+jlibby.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pPvF0GnX6Xs/UDgS4C2wC0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/IDoh5OMRhls/s72-c/OWEN_BROWN2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QEQXsyfyp7ImA9WhRQF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987733295703970469.post-2091326614386159905</id><published>2011-12-12T16:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T16:35:00.597-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-12T16:35:00.597-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Names" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="John Brown" /><title>My Head Hurts from Keeping Them All Straight!</title><content type="html">I realize that reusing a name, and passing a family name on to the first child is a long honored tradition.&amp;nbsp; I have all the Brown family "duplicates" straight in my mind and records. Frederick, Ellen, Sarah, Owen, Mary - just some of the names that are seen in each generation, and sometimes in the same generation as one child dies, and another is named the same name.&lt;br /&gt;
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But on Sunday I actually had to close my books and genealogy program to take a break because I was having trouble following all of these --&lt;br /&gt;
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Brewster Higley&amp;nbsp; married Esther Holcombe --&amp;nbsp; They had a son&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Brewster Higley II&amp;nbsp; who married Esther Holcomb -- They had a son&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Brewster Higley III who married Esther Owen -- They had a son&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Brewster Higley IV who married Naomi!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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And if that is not enough Brewsters and Esthers for you, 3 of Brewster's siblings named children Brewster and Esther, and Esther Owen's mother was also named Esther!&lt;br /&gt;
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Family gatherings must have been confusing:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt; Hey Brewster, would you please get me a cider? No not you dad, no not you son, I was talking to my nephew. Which nephew - that one there standing near the cider crock.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Who made the mincemeat pie? Esther did? Which Esther? Esther Higley?&amp;nbsp; But which one??? &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Okay so I am making a joke at the expense of my ancestors, but it is really confusing to keep them all straight. I had to undo and redo 3 hours work the other day because I was on the wrong Brewster/Esther combo when I started to enter children.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hope you can keep all of your ancestors straight!</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://johnbrownkin.blogspot.com/feeds/2091326614386159905/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987733295703970469&amp;postID=2091326614386159905" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987733295703970469/posts/default/2091326614386159905?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987733295703970469/posts/default/2091326614386159905?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://johnbrownkin.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-head-hurts-from-keeping-them-all.html" title="My Head Hurts from Keeping Them All Straight!" /><author><name>Alice Keesey Mecoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503890371067129041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yK2Zk1fO1CU/SQzGfsvv00I/AAAAAAAAACc/4kReSCQwbCs/S220/alm+pic+jlibby.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcERH85cCp7ImA9WhRQFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987733295703970469.post-582999224474318106</id><published>2011-12-10T17:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T17:00:05.128-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-10T17:00:05.128-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fort Edward Institute" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Annie Brown" /><title>Two Pages from Annie's Autograph Book</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_jKijENEXT8/TuPQF8518MI/AAAAAAAAAXk/p2NFbQ9qTQw/s1600/PhotoPic0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_jKijENEXT8/TuPQF8518MI/AAAAAAAAAXk/p2NFbQ9qTQw/s400/PhotoPic0002.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dedicatory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ring each your gifts to holy Friendship’s shrine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;arest of gems upon her robes to shine;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;f flowers the fairest round her brow to twine,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hile loves ripe vintage pours its joyous wine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;or be ye absent from the feast divine,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ye classic muses mine!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Very Truly Yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Joseph E King&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fort Edwards Institute NY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dec 2 1862&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very sincerely your friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melissa B. King&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fort Edward N Y&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dec 1862&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Reverend  Joseph E. King was born November 30, 1823 in Laurens, Otsego County,  New York to Reverend Elijah King and Catherine Olmstead King.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;On  July 22, 1850 he married Melissa Bayley in Newbury Vermont. Melissa  Bayley (sometimes spelled Bailey) was born April 4, 1828 to Colonial  Amherst Bayley and Melissa Stevens Bayley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Joseph and Melissa had 3 daughters:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Mary Ellen who married Dr.M. W. Van Denberg&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Alice who married Professor W.W. McGilton &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Helen M. who married J. Earl Cheesman&lt;/blockquote&gt;Joseph  E King graduated from Wesleyan College with distinguished honors in  1844. He taught Natural Science and Latin at Newbury Seminary in Vermont  from 1849 to 1854, when he took charge of the Fort Edward Institute,  which had been erected for him to operate.&lt;br /&gt;
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Melissa  King&amp;nbsp; taught along side Joseph at the Fort Edward Institute until her  death on October 16 1887. King remained as the head of education and  finance at Fort Edward Institute until 1910, when the old school  building burned down. Three years later he passed away.&lt;br /&gt;
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Joseph and Melissa are buried together in section 5, lot 5 of the Union Cemetery in Fort Edward, Washington County, New York.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo Credit - Anne Dickinson&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://johnbrownkin.blogspot.com/feeds/582999224474318106/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987733295703970469&amp;postID=582999224474318106" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987733295703970469/posts/default/582999224474318106?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987733295703970469/posts/default/582999224474318106?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://johnbrownkin.blogspot.com/2011/12/two-pages-from-annies-autograph-book.html" title="Two Pages from Annie's Autograph Book" /><author><name>Alice Keesey Mecoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503890371067129041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yK2Zk1fO1CU/SQzGfsvv00I/AAAAAAAAACc/4kReSCQwbCs/S220/alm+pic+jlibby.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_jKijENEXT8/TuPQF8518MI/AAAAAAAAAXk/p2NFbQ9qTQw/s72-c/PhotoPic0002.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIDSXs9eSp7ImA9WhRRGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987733295703970469.post-9136424948509983473</id><published>2011-12-02T21:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T21:39:38.561-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-02T21:39:38.561-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Charles Town" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Slavery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="John Brown" /><title>December 2 --  A day for Reflection</title><content type="html">1859 -- Charles Town, Virginia&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;John Brown is hanged for his crimes against the state of Virginia&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
1949 -- The United Nations&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;The UN declares Dec 2, as the &lt;a href="http://www.un.org/en/events/slaveryabolitionday/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;International Day for the Abolition of Slavery&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Today is a day for reflection, contemplation, and honoring those who have been affected by the horrors of slavery.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://johnbrownkin.blogspot.com/feeds/9136424948509983473/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987733295703970469&amp;postID=9136424948509983473" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987733295703970469/posts/default/9136424948509983473?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987733295703970469/posts/default/9136424948509983473?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://johnbrownkin.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-2-day-for-reflection.html" title="December 2 --  A day for Reflection" /><author><name>Alice Keesey Mecoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503890371067129041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yK2Zk1fO1CU/SQzGfsvv00I/AAAAAAAAACc/4kReSCQwbCs/S220/alm+pic+jlibby.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08NSXg9fCp7ImA9WhRSGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987733295703970469.post-2985164192840866683</id><published>2011-11-20T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T21:24:58.664-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-20T21:24:58.664-06:00</app:edited><title>The "Mary Day Brown" Curtains</title><content type="html">One of my cousins sent this too me. I find it fascinating&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;"Hi Alice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doing some cleaning and found a diary of expenses, etc., that my  Great Aunt Ada Remington kept from 1949-1951.&amp;nbsp; This woman writes just  one line for each day usually, but, pinned to a page is a cut out  newspaper article from the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1321844248_0"&gt;Lake Placid&lt;/span&gt; News, dated &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1321844248_1"&gt;July 27, 1951&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"A rod-less curtain has been invented by Mrs. Inez Carter which,  she said, was the outcome of an idea which came to her in a dream.&amp;nbsp; She  has named it the Mary Day Brown curtain in honor of the 2nd wife of  John Brown and in keeping with the name is hanging them at the windows  of the John Brown homestead.&amp;nbsp; The curtains have buttonholes which button  on tapes suspended at the windows.&amp;nbsp; Mrs. Carter is president of the  John Brown Memorial Association and vice-president of the national  organization.&amp;nbsp; She states that they would be particularly valuable  during shortages of metal"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://johnbrownkin.blogspot.com/feeds/2985164192840866683/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987733295703970469&amp;postID=2985164192840866683" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987733295703970469/posts/default/2985164192840866683?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987733295703970469/posts/default/2985164192840866683?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://johnbrownkin.blogspot.com/2011/11/mary-day-brown-curtains.html" title="The &quot;Mary Day Brown&quot; Curtains" /><author><name>Alice Keesey Mecoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503890371067129041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yK2Zk1fO1CU/SQzGfsvv00I/AAAAAAAAACc/4kReSCQwbCs/S220/alm+pic+jlibby.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8EQX85fip7ImA9WhdbEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987733295703970469.post-6611799293552000292</id><published>2011-10-10T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T15:00:00.126-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-10T15:00:00.126-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Adams" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fort Edward Institute" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Annie Brown" /><title>A Page from Annie's Autograph Book</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DYmzxKkqGPA/TpJiwGPfP9I/AAAAAAAAAWc/KenSlzhk3pk/s1600/PhotoScan_Pic0019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DYmzxKkqGPA/TpJiwGPfP9I/AAAAAAAAAWc/KenSlzhk3pk/s400/PhotoScan_Pic0019.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Another page from Annie's Autograph Book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Respectfully,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Adam C. Works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;June 18, 1863&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;F.E. Institute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Adam Clark Works was born in Feb 1834 in New York. His parents were George Washington Works and Julia [Coolidge] Works. Adam graduated from Fort Edward Institute in 1856, and began teaching there in Aug 1857. He taught mathematics until 1868 and then taught Natural Sciences until his departure in 1872. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;   &lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:PunctuationKerning/&gt;   &lt;w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/&gt;   &lt;w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:Compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:BreakWrappedTables/&gt;    &lt;w:SnapToGridInCell/&gt;    &lt;w:WrapTextWithPunct/&gt;    &lt;w:UseAsianBreakRules/&gt;    &lt;w:DontGrowAutofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:BrowserLevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/video_object.png" style="background-color: #b2b2b2; " class="BLOGGER-object-element tr_noresize tr_placeholder" id="ieooui" data-original-id="ieooui" /&gt; &lt;style&gt;
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&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;He went to Genesee Wesleyan Seminary, Lima, N.Y., in September, 1872, as a teacher of natural science until his death, June 17, 1908.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;He married Ellen Mihill in 1870. They had 4 children Nellie, born 1872 - Norris, born 1873 - Ralph, born 1875 - and Ruth Elida born 1881.&amp;nbsp; According to a short bio page on Works at the Univeristy of Rochester, hw was married previously for a very short time to Elida Van Sickle, until her untimely death in 1869. I could not find any information on her or this wedding in my short research time frame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;When I started the transcriptions of these pages, I thought they would all be fellow students. I have today located 3 teachers in addition to Adam Clark Works. More to follow soon.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://johnbrownkin.blogspot.com/feeds/6611799293552000292/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987733295703970469&amp;postID=6611799293552000292" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987733295703970469/posts/default/6611799293552000292?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987733295703970469/posts/default/6611799293552000292?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://johnbrownkin.blogspot.com/2011/10/page-from-annies-autograph-book.html" title="A Page from Annie's Autograph Book" /><author><name>Alice Keesey Mecoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503890371067129041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yK2Zk1fO1CU/SQzGfsvv00I/AAAAAAAAACc/4kReSCQwbCs/S220/alm+pic+jlibby.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DYmzxKkqGPA/TpJiwGPfP9I/AAAAAAAAAWc/KenSlzhk3pk/s72-c/PhotoScan_Pic0019.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
