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Donated to the Genealogical Society Library by 

Kenneth R. Brown 

1535 North 400 West 

Bountiful. Utah 84010 

Form 0790 3/80 15C 165f Printed in USA 

The Family of 




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Rush S. and Jane E. Brown 


Their Ancestors and Decendants 

By Raymond R. Brown 








The purpose of this book is to sketch the lives of a few members of 
our family. Undoubtedly there are other incidents and events 
which might have been included. Perhaps this beginning will in- 
spire some relative to write a more detailed family history. It is 
hoped that the descendants of the children of Rush 5. and Jane E. 
Brown will write the story of their branches of the family. 

Children will be born and the aged will die but the family will 
go on forever. Thousands of years from now our descendants will 
be living somewhere on this planet. It should be of interest to them 
to read about the lives of some of their ancestors. 

It seems that ours was a closely-knit family because of the 
healthy environment maintained in the home by our Father and 
Mother. There were seven of us children — four boys and three 
girls. Although our homes and places of occupation kept us widely 
separated most of the time, there was always a warm feeling of 
affection, one for the other, down through the years. Attention 
was given continuously to the details which make a good family — 
congratulations for successes or achievements and sympathy for 
sorrows or bereavements. On birthdates and other special days 
such as Mother's, Father's, Valentine's, Easter and Christmas, fam- 
ily members invariably remembered each other with cards, letters 
or gifts. This family spirit developed because of certain commend- 
able traits which were found in all of the seven brothers and sis- 
ters. Each radiated kindness, tender-heartedness, thoughtfulness, 
consideration and a sympathetic understanding of the problems of 
the other. 

Raymond R. Brown 

580 North Avenida Majorca 

Laguna Hills, California Q2653 


Preface 6 

Part I 

Chapter i: Ancestry and youth of 


Chapter 2 : Ancestry and youth of 


Chapter y. Adult years of 


Preface To Part II 41 

Part II 




Chapter 7; FRED RUSH BROWN 63 




Thanks to my wife Dorothy 

who read the manuscript 

and made many helpful suggestions. 

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Wife's name has been lost. 
They lived in Wooster 
County, Mass. 

Fought at Bunker Hill. 

Killed at Battle of White Plains, 

Revolutionary War, Oct. 28, 1776. 



Born Leicester, Mass. Now. 5,1767 
Died at Hamburg, Erie County, N.Y 
Oct. 1, 1854 

Born Connecticut. 1770. 
Died Augusta ,N.Y. 1826. 
Buried Stockbridge, N.Y. 


Born Augusta, N.Y. Nov. 8, 1808. 
Died in Solsville, N.Y. in 1885. 


Died at SolsviUe near Madison, N.Y. 
Burial at Solsville. 


Born Solsville, N.Y. May 22, 1846. 
Died July 18, 1909 at Seattle.' 
Burial Mt. Pleasant Cemetery. 


Born Muscoda, Wis. Oct. 28, 1873. 
Married Austin McPheters. Died 
Fullerton, California April 12, 1939. 
Burial Mt. Pleasant Cemetery, Seattle 


Born Boscobel, Wis. Jan. 28, 1876 
Married Kathryn ZIck 
April 7, 1899 Died April 23, 1965 
Burial Falrhaven Cemetery 
Orange, California 






Born in Mass. Lived at Pelham, 
until moving to Cambridge, N.Y. 
before 1764. Died at Hartford, 
N.Y. Aug. 10, 1801. 


Married William Selfridge, March 27, 
1757 at Palmer, Mass. Died in New 
York State probably at Cambridge. 


Born Cambridge, N.Y. July 21, 1775. 
Was a school teacher, lived in Argyle, 
Cattaraugus County, N.Y. and York 
in New York State. Died Freedom, 
N.Y. 1855. 


Born Readington, New Jersey. March 3, 
1778. Married December 1, 1800. Died 
in Seneca County, N.Y. 


Born Nov. 13, 1804 at Scipio, N.Y. 
Married Feb. 12, 1828. Died at 
Beaver Creek, Minn. Sept. 17, 1887. 


Born Dec. 12, 1828 at Freedom, N.Y. 
Married April 5, 1853. Four Children 
Jennie (Jane), Alexander, Mary and 
John. Died Portage, Wis. May 21, 1861 

Born April 23, 1817 Spean Bridge 
Invernessshire, Scotland 
Died at Portage, Wis. 
Dec. 25, 1893 

JENNIE E. McDonald 

Born Portage, Wis. Feb. 9, 1854. 
Seven Children. Died Fullerton, 
California, Jan. 16, 1937. Burial 
Mt. Pleasant Cemetery, Seattle, Wash 

Born Portage, Wis. 
July 9, 1878 
Married Len C. Reeder 1898 
Di^d March 5, 1955 
Buria Colorado Springs 


Born Portage, Wis. July 9, 1880. 
Married Florence Westpheling in 
1909. Died Portland, Oregon in 
1953. Burial Portland 


Born Portage, Wis. Sept. 1 
Married Addie Bolin 
Died Dec. 17, 1966 
Burial Fairhaven Cemeter, 
Orange, California 


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am Selfridge, March 27, 
ler, Mass. Died in New 
lurobably at Cambridge. 




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on. New Jersey. March 3, 
I December 1, 1800. Died 
nty, N.Y. 


Born Pelham, Mass. Jan. 23, 1761. 
Married Dec. 27, 1787. Eight child 
ren. Died Cattaraugus County, N.Y. 
May 13, 1841. 



Born Pelham, Mass. Mar. 9, 1758. 
Fought in Revolutionafy War. Died 
Cattaraugust County, N.Y. 
June 4, 1833. 


Born May 9, 1798. Lived in Cattaraugus 
County, N.Y. Among ten children were 
Mary Ann, Hannah — Alice, Ira, Seth, 
and William. Died Aug. 18, 1853. 

JDER McDonald 

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23, 1817 Spean Bridge 

rnes! ire, Scotland 

I at 

.'tage. Wis. 

This Chart shows a few of the ancestors 
of the seven children of RUSH S. BROWN 


Born Portage, Wis. Sept. 16, 1884 
Married Addie Boiin 
Died Dec. 17, 1966 
Burial Fairhaven Cemetery 
Orange, California 


Born Seattle, Washington. Nov. 25, 
1888. Married to George W. Pinkham 
Died February, 1969 
Burial Vashon Island 
Cem. Vashon, Wash. 

Born Seattle, Wash. June 6, 1893. 

Chart Devised by Raymond R. Brown 

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Part I Chapter i 



Among the rolling hills and valleys of the Highlands of Scotland 
is found the rural community of Spean Bridge. It derived its name 
from its location. Long, long ago a stone bridge was built over 
the Spean Creek at this particular spot where the road running 
from Ft. William to Inverness was sometimes flooded. 

Heather and sheep are seen on the hillsides — black-faced sheep 
whose wool makes soft and beautiful clothing; while in the valleys 
are farms with hay fields and Black Angus cattle. 

The two most conspicuous buildings in Spean Bridge are the 
Presbyterian Church (now known throughout all of Scotland as 
The Church of Scotland) and the Spean Bridge Inn. Both have been 
kept continuously active and in excellent repair for these many, 
many years. 

We have visited Spean Bridge twice in the past few years. Each 
time a point was made to be there on Sunday in order to attend 
services in the church where our Mother's ancestors worshipped 
for many generations. It is a typical church of the Scottish High- 
lands, constructed of stone to last through the ages. Like others, 
it is surrounded by a cemetery with conspicuous headstones which 
mark the graves of those who have departed. 

What a thrilling experience it was on those two Sunday morn- 
ings to sit in the same pews that our ancestors occupied; to see 
the same interior walls, pulpit and choir area and to hear a good 
Christian theme espoused by a capable Scottish minister. In the 
mind one could see our grandfather, Alexander McDonald, as a 
youth, sitting on this same padded seat. The term 'youth' is used 
because at the age of nineteen he left Spean Bridge to make a life 
for himself in America. Also were pictured in imagination our 
great-grandfather, Donald McDonald, and his wife, who for many 
years beginning in 1805, participated in the activities of the con- 
gregation of this same church. 

Before him were other McDonalds. Information about them 
would be interesting. The family record on Mother's side begins 

with this Donald McDonald who was born in 1779 and died in 
1858. He and a young lady were married on the first day of Jan- 
uary, 1805, and during the next twenty years had ten children: 


born 22 October 1805 


born 15 March 1807 


born 7 May 1809 


born 30 April 1811 


born 5 June 1814 


born 24 April 1817 


born 17 May 1819 


born 4 June 1821 


born 8 July 1823 


born 8 June 1825 

Of the children listed above, the most important one to us is 
Alexander, our grandfather. He, with his brother, William, the 
second child named above, migrated to America in 1836 and set- 
tled in Wisconsin — Alexander, near Portage and William, near 
Poynette. Both took up land and were successful at farming. 
Alexander did well in other activities, too, as is noted in his 
biographical sketch which appears later in the book. 

Margaret, the first child in the above list, married a man whose 
last name was Michie and continued to live in Scotland. Donald, 
the fourth child, was named for his father. He became a farmer 
and spent most of his years on the Island of Islay, off the west 
coast of Scotland. The town nearest his farm was Bridgend. His 
gravestone can be seen in the churchyard at Spean Bridge. Ronald, 
the last of the children, migrated to Australia. There is very little 
information concerning others of the ten children except, of course, 

The ten children were born during the period that our great- 
grandfather, Donald McDonald, owned the Inn at Spean Bridge. 
This must have been between the years of 1805 and 1840. That 
same Inn is now known as the Spean Bridge Hotel. 

In this hamlet of Spean Bridge, in the Highlands of Scotland, 
two of the McDonald sons, William, age 29, and Alexander, age 
19, made the important decision to go to America to carve out a 
future. There must have been much discussion with father and 
mother and brothers and sisters about the advisability of such a 
momentous move. All realized that the parting would most likely 
mean a separation that might be forever. So it was with saddened 
emotions that in May, 1836, the final goodbyes were said and the 
two brothers were on their way. 

Alexander had among his belongings a letter of reference given 
him by the local minister, John Maclntyre. Perhaps William had 
one, also. Alexander possessed one because the original is in our 
family album. It is a most valued possession. It reads as follows: 


These certify that the bearer, Alexander McDonald, a young 
unmarried man, is a native of this parish, wherein he has 
resided from his infancy with his parents, to this date, with 
the exception of a short period when the family removed to a 
neighboring parish; that he has always maintained a good 
character, as far as known to me, that he is free from church 
censure or public scandal and worthy of encouragement 
wherever divine Providence may ordain his future lot. 

Given under my hand at the Manse of Killmonivaig in 
Lochaber this twelfth day of March, 1836. 

John Maclntyre, Minister 


1817 - 1893 

(Mother's Father) 

The story of how well Alexander fared in America is reported 
in a biographical sketch which appeared in the Portage, Wisconsin, 
newspaper a few days after his death on Christmas Day, 1893. 

Death of a Pioneer 

Alexander McDonald, Called to His Long Rest on Christ- 
mas Day. 


Born in Scotland, he came to America in 1836 and to Fort 
Winnebago in 1839 — Was Sheriff of Columbia County in 
1851-2 and later Landlord of the Ellsworth House. 

Alexander McDonald was born on the 23rd day of April, 
1817, near the Bridge of Spean, Inverness-shire, Scotland. He 
lived with his parents and attended the parish school until 
May, 1836, when he left for the United States. He visited with 
relatives in Canada from November 'til March, 1837. In the 
latter month he engaged in the government survey in Mich- 
igan in which occupation he remained until December 1838 
when he came to Madison, Wisconsin. In 1840 McDonald 
joined the government survey in Wisconsin and shortly after- 
wards obtained from the government some of the best farm- 
ing lands in the town of Caledonia, about five miles south of 
Portage. For a number of years he engaged in farming and 
stock raising and had one of the finest of farms. 

He was sheriff of Columbia County for two years in 1851-2, 
also held other local offices and has been supervisor and 
chairman of the County Board of Columbia County. Under 
Governor Dodge he was appointed Major of the State Militia. 
From the fall of 1868, at age 51, 'til the spring of 1876, Mr. 
McDonald was the proprietor of the Ellsworth (now Corning) 
House in this city. Since that time he has been engaged in 
farming and the raising of cranberries and has resided at 
Portage. Mr. McDonald was one of the oldest settlers of 
Columbia County and during his years of active business Ufe 
was one of its foremost citizens. In his early years a whig in 
politics, he afterwards became a democrat and for many years 
has been known as one of the most faithful democrats in 
Columbia County. In religious faith he was a Scottish Presby- 
terian and was one of the founders of the Presbyterian Church 
in Caledonia. He built the first schoolhouse in that town. Mr. 
McDonald was twice married. He was married in York, Liv- 
ingston County, N.Y., April 5th, 1853, to Mary Crawford, 
who died May 25, 1861. By this marriage there are three 
surviving children: Mrs. Rush Brown of Seattle, Washington, 
John C. McDonald of Aspen Junction, Colorado, and Miss 
Mary McDonald who is principal of one of the city schools in 
Los Angeles, California. 

The funeral was held Thursday. Dr. Ritchey conducted 
services at the Caledonia Presbyterian Church near which 
the burial occurred. 

The above is copied from a newspaper clipping of which we 
have the original. It tells in a condensed manner the main events 
in the life of a Scottish youth who came to America. 

During an active career he achieved a high degree of success 


and contributed greatly to the life and progress of his Columbia 
County, Wisconsin. 


The ancestry of Jane E. Brown can be traced back through sev- 
eral generations. We have already written about her Scottish fore- 
bears who lived in Spean Bridge, Inverness-shire, in the late seven- 
teen hundreds and the early eighteen hundreds. We can trace back 
further on her mother's side through the names of Crawford and 

William Selfridge and his wife, Agnes, emigrated to America in 
the sixteen hundreds. With them was a young son, Edward, who 
was born November 30, 1701, in Ardstraw, in the County of Ty- 
ron, Ireland. They settled in Worcester, Massachusetts, and later 
lived in Shrewsbury and Pelham. Edward, the son, lived most of 
his Ufe in Pelham. Incidentally, on our Mother's side, he was our 
great-great-great-great-grandfather. He married a girl of Scottish 
descent, Elizabeth Burns, a relative of Robert Burns, the poet. They 
both lived and died in Pelham, he on October 15, 1761, and she 
on May 8, 1800. Among their children was a son, William, who 
continued the line which comes directly down to us. 

William Selfridge married Catherine McMaster on March 27, 
1757, in Palmer, Massachusetts. Most of their lives were spent in 
Pelham, Massachusetts, and in Argyle and Cambridge in the State 
of New York. 

In historical records we find two items of interest. One says, 
"In 1759, sixty officers and men marched to the relief of Fort 
William Henry. Among the names we find William Selfridge," and 
Stone's History of Washington County, Nezo York, states that, 
"Cambridge was a part of Hoosick patent 1688 and the Cambridge 
patent 1761. They offered 100 acres to the first thirty settlers. 
Among these thirty names we find that of William Selfridge." 

William and Catherine Selfridge had seven children. The one in 
which we are interested is Robert because he continued the family 
line directly down to our Mother and to us. He was born July 21, 
1775, in Cambridge, N.Y., and died in 1854. We have few facts 
about Robert Selfridge except that he married Elizabeth DeMott 
and that among their children were two of particular interest. A 
daughter, Jane, became our great-grandmother. A son, Harry Gor- 
don Selfridge, left an executive position with Marshall-Fields De- 
partment Store in Chicago and founded the great Selfridge De- 
partment Store in London which is in operation today. 

Jane Selfridge (1804-1887) married Isaac Crawford, Jr., (1798- 
1853). Their home was in York, Livingston Co., N.Y. They were 
our Mother's grandmother and grandfather. I have heard Mother 
speak of going from Portage, Wisconsin, when she was a girl, to 


visit her grandmother, Jane (Selfridge) Crawford, in York, New 
York. In fact, she lived with her grandmother for a time because 
she attended school in York. Long afterward, when Mother was 
keeping a diary, there is an item under date of July 7th, 1931, 
which says, "Raymond drove me today to Long Beach so that I 
might call on Mrs. Deets. She was my schoolmate in York, New 
York, when we were little girls. Her name then was Cassie Ken- 
nedy." She could not have seen her grandfather Crawford at that 


1828 - 1861 

(Our Grandmother) 

The baby in the picture is our Mother at the age of two. 

time because he passed away in 1853. Among the several children 
born to this marriage was a daughter, Mary Ann Crawford, who 
became our Mother's mother. Mary Ann had several brothers and 
sisters — Seth, Martha, Alice, Hannah, Robert and William. Seth 
was a successful and prominent dentist in Los Angeles in the 
i88o's and 90's. He had a daughter, Julia Crawford Ivers Van 
Trees. Her son, James Van Trees, was active in the motion picture 
industry as a well known director of photography. 

Seth Crawford is mentioned many times in a book entitled, My 
Seventy Years in California, by J. A. Graves, published by the 


Times-Mirror Press. Other Crawford brothers pursued successful 
careers in Seattle where each made a contribution to the growth 
and development of that city. 

Mary Ann Crawford, our grandmother, was born December 12, 
1828, in Fredonia, New York. Later the family moved to York, 
Livingston County, New York, where she attended school. Being 
an apt student she received an excellent education. 

Sometime after completion of her schooling, her parents ar- 
ranged a trip for her to visit relatives in Portage, Wisconsin. It 
was while on this trip that she met Alexander McDonald. Each 
must have impressed the other because after her return to York, 
correspondence flourished until sometime later a wedding date was 
set. On April 5, 1S53, Alexander McDonald and Mary Ann Craw- 
ford were married in York, New York. They returned immediately 
to Portage and built a home on a knoll overlooking the fields 
which made up his extensive farm. It was located about six miles 
south of Portage in a community named Caledonia. The founda- 
tion of the home is all that remains today, but it can easily be 
found not far from the old McDonald Cemetery. The land for the 
cemetery was donated by Alexander from a piece of his farm. 

The first child born in the new home in Caledonia was named 
Jennie Elizabeth, who became our Mother. The birthdate was 
February 9, 1854. 

A letter written in 1854 by Mary Ann Crawford to her mother, 
Jane Selfridge Crawford, who was living in York, New York, tells 
of the arrival of her first baby. The letter expresses the thrill of 
being a mother and also pays tribute to her husband for his loving 
care of her. However, childbirth was no easy procedure on the farm 
in Wisconsin in 1854 with no doctor present. Here is the letter 
(with footnotes added) written ten days after our mother was 

Caledonia, Wisconsin 
February 19, 1854 

My dear Mother^: 

The sixth day of this month, the hired girl we had from 
Mammoth went home and I felt glad to be able to do my own 
work once more. Oh no, Mary Smith came on the sixth and 
Lib stayed until the 8th. I had an unusual quantity of work on 
hand that day, hulling wheat and baking pies and a little of 
almost everything else. That evening we had a candy pull 
among ourselves and had a very pleasant time. About 8 

1 Mother, Mary's mother, Jane Selfridge Crawford, who lived in New York State 
at York, in Livingston County. 


o'clock, however, I found plenty to do besides pulling candy, 
as I felt pains coming on and I came into this room without 
saying anything to anybody. Well, the girls went to bed and 
Alex" went after Mrs. Marshall and from that time until the 
next night about six, I grew worse and worse, until I thought 
my poor existence was called for. There is a granny woman 
living near here and she came, but I wouldn't have a doctor 
about me. 

Well, the result of all this fuss and trouble is, Alex's first 
baby came home and a fatter, brighter, or prettier little Badger 
you never saw. When (oh dear what a pen) she was six days 
old I sat up long enough to wash and dress her. I thought I 
was doing real well now except for such awful sore breasts. 
Alex got some medicine from the doctor and I got over that 
trouble and I think they are better now. 

Tonight I went into the kitchen and to supper with the 
rest and now I am holding the little bundle on my knee. I can 
only half write. Mary is going home tomorrow, if nothing 

I am afraid you will not be able to read this writing, but you 
know my hand is not very steady and will excuse it. This 
morning Alex went to take Pigeon'^ home and Helen (Miss 
Hand) went with them. They will not be back until sometime 
tomorrow and the time seems so long to have Alex gone. Oh 
mother, how unworthy your poor child is of such a husband! 
Words are all too poor to express his worth. He scarcely left 
me until I was able to get out of bed alone, and the slightest 
wish was gratified. He lifted me from one bed to another and 
then made the bed, prepared my food and did everything in 
the world to make me comfortable. May our Heavenly Father 
reward his kindness, for I am sure I never can. He would have 
written long ere this, but he said if he did, you would still be 
just as anxious to hear how I was getting along, so he thought 
best to wait until I was all better. 

The baby is asleep here in the sitting room and I am here 
alone. Rob"* is chopping wood and Ann Williams, a Welch girl, 
is mistress of our kitchen for the time being. She is a pretty 
good girl, but who can do our work as we would ourselves? 
I wonder if among you all, you can find a name for our girl. 
She gets Mary, Sarah, Kate and Ann and all the other names 
you can think of, but none of them seems to suit. Alex says 
we will let you, her Grandmother, name her. I think you may 

2 Alex, her husband, Alexander McDonald. 

3 Pigeon, her cousin, daughter of her mother's sister, Martha Selfridge Smith, who 
lived in or near Portage. Aunt Martha is referred to as Aunt Patty. Pigeon later 
became Mary Pedrick. 

4 Rob, her younger brother, Robert O. Crawford. 


give her one and let her Aunt Han"' give her another, for that 
is a privilege she was asking before I left home. Rob sees 
forty wonders in her, and would like to hold her all the time. 

Oh Mother, if around the word "wife" are entwined such 
a multitude of pleasant offices, how are all the responsibilities 
doubled and thribled when you place beside it the word 
"Mother." In awe at the prospect, I cannot help exclaiming 
"who is sufficient for these things." Surely in one's own 
strength such a charge would be far beyond all capability. 

I am very tired now and must stop and rest. Perhaps I will 
write a little more tomorrow, if nothing prevents. Alex is going 
to Dekorra this morning and I cannot write much more. He 
went to Portage yesterday to get some medicine for my breasts. 
I hope it will do some good. 

Tell Han to write and you must too. Mother. I will answer 
always, as soon as I can. Give my love to all the family and 
tell me if you hear anything from Seth^. 


Your own girl 

What a beautiful letter! It expresses a daughter's thoughts to 
her mother immediately after one of life's important events — 
the birth of a first child. All through her letter runs a theme of 
love for her mother, her husband, her newly arrived baby and 
her brothers and sisters. 

Mary Ann Crawford McDonald, our grandmother, who wrote 
the above letter to her mother, Jane Selfridge Crawford, passed 
away at the young age of thirty-three. Her life ended at the time 
of the birth of her fourth child. Her grave can be found today in 
the McDonald Cemetery in Caledonia, near Portage, Wisconsin. 
The cemetery is near the home where she lived during her brief 
married life of eight years. 

This was a sad situation for Alexander McDonald — the loss 
of his cheerful companion — and sad also for four small children 
— the loss of a dear and capable mother. Four small children there 
were. The oldest was Jennie, seven, and the youngest John, an 
infant, with Mary and Alex, Jr., in between. 

The home stood surrounded by large fields of corn and grain 
and by hills covered with woodlands. Inside the home were the 
problems of adjustment to life without the sympathetic under- 
standing of wife and mother. The situation was somewhat allevi- 

5 Autit Han, her mother's sister, Hannah Crawford. 

6 Setli, her brother. Seth Crawford, who became a dentist in Los Angeles. 


ated by hiring a girl for the housework. Then, after a year or 
more, Alexander McDonald remarried and a stepmother came into 
the home. 

Jennie, the oldest child, now eight, attended the Caledonia Ele- 
mentary School, where she was a capable learner. She loved to 
study and her special delight was memorizing poetry. 

JENNIE McDonald 

at age seventeen 

When she was fourteen her father bought the Ellsworth House, 
the leading hotel in Portage. This meant leaving the farm home 
with its many childhood memories and moving into town. Here 
she attended the Portage High School where she was an execellent 
student. At the same time she helped her father with clerical duties 
at the hotel. 

It was while working there that Jennie met a young engineer 
who had recently attended Hamilton College in New York State. 
He was stopping for a time at the Ellsworth House on his way West 
to see if the mines held a possible future for him. However, after 
meeting the captivating daughter of the hotel owner, he decided 
to go no farther West. 

Jennie McDonald was a very attractive girl of 16 and mature for 
her years. She was impressed by the good-looking young man from 
New York State. The attraction was mutual and just before she 
was eighteen, in 1871, she married Rush S. Brown. 

*During Mother's younger years she was called Jennie — in fact, Father always called 
her Jen. Later in life she used the name Jane. 


Part I Chapter 2 


Our ancestry, as far as the Brown name is concerned, can be 
traced to the early days in Massachusetts. It is presumed that the 
first Browns who sired our family came from the British Isles, 
inasmuch as Massachusetts was established as a colony of settlers 
from there. Father (Rush S. Brown) often said in a half-serious 
manner, "Our ancestors came over on the Mayflower." 

The first Brown in our family about whom we have definite 
information carried the given name of Parley. We know he lived 
in Leicester, Wooster County, Massachusetts, because his son, 
Nathaniel, was born there November 5, 1767. 

When our Revolutionary War was getting under way and Wash- 
ington was calling for volunteers. Parley Brown was one of the 
first to enlist. He knew of the Battles of Lexington and Concord, 
as they were fought in his own state, and he knew that the British 
had been defeated in those first engagements. He was so eager to 
have the Colonies form an independent nation that he joined 
Washington's Command. His days were numbered. He gave his 
life for his country and died a patriot, killed at the Battle of White 

A brief account of his war experience is given in a book entitled, 
Pcrsoiwl Recollections of Reverend C. E. Broxvti. It is as follows: 

At the outbreak of the war. Parley Brown, (our great-great- 
grandfather) was among the first to volunteer, and with his 
brother entered the American Army. Both were in the Battle 
of Bunker Hill. When our forces were compelled to retire, his 
brother, having been wounded and unable to walk, Parley 
Brown bore him on his back in safety from the field. Both 
were large, strong, muscular men, weighing nearly two-hun- 
dred pounds each. It is not known of his other activities until 
the Battle of White Plains in which he. Parley Brown, was kill- 
ed October 28, 1776. 


At the time of his death, 

when his hfe was given to Parley Brown 

aid the cause of those who killed at 

established these United Battle of White 

States, Parley Brown had a Plains, 10-28-1776 

wife and a nine year old i 

son. His son, Nathaniel Nathaniel Brown 

Brown, became our great- Born 11-5-1767 

grandfather. He was born Died 10-1-1854 

in Leicester, Massachusetts, I 

November 5, 1767, and Ruf us Brown 

died at Hamburg, Erie Born 11-8-1802 

County, New York, Octo- Died 1885 

ber 1, 1854. Nathaniel | 

Brown's wife was Anna Rush S. Brown 

Perry. She was of the Perry Born 5-22-1846 

family that produced the Died 7-18-1909 

Admiral Perry of Battle of | 

Lake Erie fame. Ansie Jean, Wilbur, 

Her father was Phillip Janet (Kitty), Fred, Louie, 

Perry. (This would make Marie and Raymond 
him one of our great-great- 
grandfathers.) He served as a lieutenant in the Revolutionary War. 
He owned a farm in Arlington, Vermont, and in the summer of 1777 
obtained a leave of absence to return home to harvest his crops. In 
Personal Recollections of Rev. C. E. Brown the story is told: 

Lt. Perry's nearest neighbor was a Tory, Hazard Wilcox, 
who became obnoxious because of a well-grounded suspicion 
that he held secret communication with the enemy. Between 
him and Lieutenant Perry however, no differences had been 
suffered to disturb their friendship. They exchanged work and 
helped each other with the harvesting. 

One evening a number of neighbors came to Lt. Perry's 
home and asked him to assist in the arrest of Wilcox. Lieut. 
Perry at first declined, but the neighbors insisted, and know- 
ing that Wilcox ought to be confined where he could no long- 
er harm the American cause, he yielded reluctantly to their 
request. Wilcox had been, by some means, warned and with 
a bludgeon in hand, met the party at the door, declaring that 
he would kill the first man who set foot upon the doorstep. 
Lieut. Perry stepped forward with the remark, 'I do not wish 
to harm you,' when Wilcox felled him with a blow across the 
chest. He was carried into the house, Wilcox assisting, and 
soon revived to consciousness, seeing which Wilcox rejoiced, 
declaring he would not have struck Lieut. Perry had he not 
been enraged. Lieut. Perry recovered sufficiently to walk two 
or three times across the room, when he suddenly stopped 


and with the words, 'I am a dead man/ fell lifeless to the 
floor. In the confusion, Wilcox escaped and fled to the British 

Sometime later Wilcox returned by night to get his family, 
but the neighbors, having knowledge of his coming, armed 
and met him and at a given signal fired. Wilcox paid with his 
life the penalty for his offenses. 

Nathaniel Brown and his wife, nee Anna Perry, whose father 
was the Lieutenant Perry in the above incident, moved from Ben- 
nington, Vermont to West Moreland, Oneida County, New York. 
Here they purchased a tract of land on which the village of Clark's 
Mills now stands. That section of country was then new but was 
being settled rapidly. 

The Nathaniel Browns lived in a house that stood near the 
Oriskany Creek. Their nearest neighbor was a Mr. Simeon Fill- 
more, an uncle of President Millard Fillmore. The Browns lived 
there until the spring of 1804, when they moved to the town of 
Augusta, New York. Here they purchased a tract of land about 
a half mile east of the site of the Mile Strip School House. These 
places are located in central New York State, in the general area 
lying between Madison and Utica. Nathaniel and Anna Perry 
Brown had eight children. The youngest was Rufus Brown who 
became our Father's father, or in other words, the father of Rush 
Spooner Brown. 

The town of Madison can be found on any map of New York. 
It is on Highway 22, which crosses the state from East to West. 
Solsville is about a mile north of Madison. It is a tiny village today, 
consisting only of a grocery, a filling station and several homes. It 
was near Solsville where Rufus Brown owned a farm. (He had 
married a young lady who lived nearby and whose name was 
Janet Spooner.) 

This section of New York State is truly beautiful — rolling, 
tree-covered hills and fertile farm lands in the valleys. A small 
lake near Solsville lends its beauty to the surrounding area. Its 
outlet drains into the Oriskany Creek and along this outlet can 
be seen the ruins of a canal. In the days when the Erie Canal was 
flourishing it was thought that a branch canal could be construct- 
ed up the Oriskany Creek from Utica to Solsville, tapping this 
fertile farmland. Work was actually started. The building of rail- 
roads, however, eventually ended plans for this canal. 

Rufus Brown and his wife, Janet Spooner Brown, had three 
children, Jessie, Ellen and Rush. The gravestones of Rufus and 
Janet can be found readily in the cemetery about one-half mile 
north of Madison. 

In our Mother's (Jane E. Brown's) diary under date of July 12, 
1926, appears the following item: "Arrived at Jessie's in Solsville 


today at 12 o'clock. What joy to see her — Rush's own sister! Next 
day visited the fine old residence a few miles from Solsville where 
Rush's mother (Janet Spooner) was born — also to the home 
where Rush was born — also the churchyard where Rufus and 
Janet Brown are buried." 

Rush Spooner Brown was born May 22, 1846, in the farm home 
a couple of miles from Solsville. This was a good area in which 
to have a boy grow up, as life was healthful and wholesome. Rec- 
reation for a boy consisted of hunting and fishing, and Rush loved 
these, especially the hunting. Quail were abundant as well as ducks, 
and this farm boy developed a love for hunting that stayed with 
him all his life. He loved his dog, also. There were small lakes not 
too far away on which ducks could frequently be found, and fishing 
was good on the nearby Oriskany Creek. Much of the country was 
wooded, lending itself to exploration by a boy and his dog. Wild 
berries were plentiful and in the fall hickory nuts were gathered. 

Of course there was much work, for Rush was an only son. On 
the farm there were daily chores to be done and, in their seasons, 
the planting and the harvesting of crops. 

Ambition and ability spurred him onward through the paths of 
schooling until the gates of college were reached. His choice was 
Hamilton, probably because other youths in that area who had 
the necessary ability went there and besides, it was not far away. 

Among his courses were some which dealt with mining and 
some with the steam engine. At that time the steam engine was 
coming into its own as the best power equipment to be used for 
operating locomotives, steamboats, mine hoists, fire engines and 
in every industry where power was required. His studies deter- 
mined the occupation which Rush Brown would follow for most 
of his active days. Too, they were responsible indirectly for one 
of the happiest events in his life. Because of his interest in mining 
he started westward toward the mining area. On the way he stop- 
ped in Portage, Wisconsin, and there met and fell in love with an 
attractive young lady, Jennie McDonald. This was of the greatest 
importance in shaping his future. 


Part I Chapter 3 


Portage, Wisconsin lies on the north bank of the Wisconsin River 
— a typical mid-western, mid-Wisconsin small town. It has its 
main street, its stores, its churches, its library, its city hall, its fire 
station, its schools and all the rest of the buildings that go to make 
up Small Town, U.S.A. It has its residence section where one finds 
many of the better homes with 'parlors' that look out on the river. 
In the eighteen seventies a prominent feature of Portage was the 
covered bridge that spanned the Wisconsin and allowed horse- 
drawn wagons and smart buggies and surreys to take the road to 
the south. South of Portage lay fertile farm lands and tree-covered 
hills. Through this beautiful realm wound the road to communities 
with such intriguing names as Caledonia and Baraboo. Caledonia 
was a name transplanted to America and given to this section by 
Alexander McDonald, our grandfather, in honor of his native 

Another feature of Portage in the eighteen seventies was its 
principal hotel, the Ellsworth House. It was the center of much 
social life with its dining room that was used for dinners and ban- 
quets by the local elite. It also was a stopover place for salesmen 
as they traveled along the Chicago, Milwaukee and St. Paul Rail- 
road in the quest for business. 

Early in the year 1870, a young man going West with the 
thought of mining as a possible career, stepped off the train at 
Portage and found his way to the Ellsworth House. It was to be 
a short stopover. He had read of Portage with its possibility of 
being the chief city on a proposed canal between the Mississippi 
and Lake Michigan. He said to himself, "I must see Portage." 

It often happens in life that some apparently inconsequential 
event turns out to be of the greatest importance, changing the 
entire course of the future for an individual. And so it was that 
this stopover at Portage was the key that unlocked the gate to the 
road which Rush Brown was to follow — a road that led elsewhere 
than into mining as a career. 


at age thirty-eight 

U. S. Winneconne 


It came about that in Portage in 1871, Jennie McDonald, Alex- 
ander McDonald's daughter, and Rush Brown were married and 
thus was laid the foundation for the building of a family. Today, 
one hundred years later, there arc fifteen grandchildren and many, 
many great-grandchildren. 

Let's follow the activities, incidents and achievements in the 
adult years of this marriage of Rush and Jennie Brown. Rush's 
first vocation of which we have definite information was in con- 
nection with the study of the possible construction of a waterway 
from the Mississippi to Lake Michigan. For at least two-thirds of 
the last century our nation was canal-minded. The Erie Canal was 
in successful operation and numerous other smaller canals were 
built. Many engineers and governmental officials had become inter- 
ested in building a canal from the Mississippi to the Great Lakes. 
Some concluded that the best route for such a project would be 
from the mouth of the Wisconsin where it empties into the Missis- 
sippi, up the Wisconsin to the Fox River, then down the Fox River 
to Lake Michigan. There were several questions that would have 
to be answered. Did each of the two rivers involved carry a suffi- 
cient volume of water? Could sand bars and other obstructions to 
river boats be eliminated? Would it be necessary to construct dams 
and locks in certain places? 

The Government decided to act by making a study to find 
answers to the above questions — a practical, on-the-spot study. 
A side-wheeler river boat, the Winneconne, was placed in opera- 
tion on the Wisconsin River. The recently married young man. 
Rush Brown, applied for and obtained the position as engineer of 
the boat. So one of his college courses paid quick dividends. There 
were quarters on board for the engineer's family — a tiny sitting 
room, a bedroom and a combination diningroom and kitchen. To 
this river-boat home went the young couple. The future lay ahead 
for them, and they tackled this first situation with zeal, eager to 
be successful in all of life's pursuits. It was not the ivy-covered 
cottage that Jennie had dreamed of, but with a cheerful enthusiasm 
she set about the task of creating a comfortable and attractive home 
even though it were but small rooms on a river boat. 

For slightly more than four years Rush's work continued on the 
Wisconsin River. Workmen built brush and rock obstructions from 
the bank out into the main stream when it was thought that by 
redirecting the current a sand bar could be eliminated or the chan- 
nel deepened. During these fours years, the boat would operate for 
a time at one point while the work was progressing and then move 
on to another. 

It was while the boat was tied up at the small town of Muscoda 
that the first child was born to Rush and Jennie Brown. The date 
was October 28, 1873, and the baby girl was given the name of 
Ansie Jean. The name, Ansie, was found in a poem which appear- 
ed in a magazine to which they subscribed. They liked the poem 


and the name appealed to them. 

Two years and three months after the birth of Ansie Jean, the 
second baby arrived. At the time, work on the river project was 
in progress near the town of Boscobel. The date was January 28, 
1876, when Wilbur McDonald Brown was ushered into this world. 
He was named for Rush's cousin, Wilbur Brown, who was a pro- 
minent and successful lawyer in Syracuse, New York. The middle 
name, McDonald, was chosen in honor of Jennie's father, Alex- 
ander McDonald. 

Marie, Kittie, Mother, Ansie 

The Government continued the work on the Wisconsin water- 
way project for several years. The canal connecting the Wisconsin 
and Fox rivers was constructed. It was a comparatively short canal 
cut through the very edge of Portage. However, the longer the 
work went on, the more obstacles there were to prevent the pro- 
ject's successful conclusion. It seemed impossible to direct and con- 
trol the channel of the Wisconsin River to the extent necessary for 
steamboat traffic. Also, interest in the canal as a major means of 
transportation was fading as more and more railroads were con- 
structed and successfully operated. So the project came to an end, 
and Rush had to find another position. 

In the 1870's, Portage was a town of five thousand and develop- 
ing a social consciousness. There were such innovations as the 
library and the new high school. There were street lights and gar- 
bage collection. There were asphalt streets. There was a project 


which replaced the volunteer fire department with 'one of those 
new fire engines with horses to draw it.' A large fire house was 
built with plenty of space for an engine and horses on the ground 
floor and living quarters for the engineer's family on the second 

Then the question arose, "Where could an engineer be found 
who understood the operation of a steam engine?" At this oppor- 
tune moment, Rush Brown was asked if he were available for the 
position as engineer to operate the new Silsby fire engine for the 
Portage Fire Department? The answer was, "Yes". 

For the next several years. Rush and Jennie occupied the apart- 
ment on the second floor of the fire station. At the time of 'moving 
in' there were the two children — Ansie, age five, and Wilbur, 
almost three. Within a few years three more babies came along — 
Janet May on July 9, 1878, Fred Rush on July 9, 1880 and Louie 
Lockwood on September 16, 1884. They attended the Portage Ele- 
mentary School where they were ready and eager pupils. Each Sun- 
day they went to Sunday School at the Presbyterian Church. In 
fact, they enjoyed all the normal, wholesome activities of youth 
in a small town. 

Rush Brown entered with enthusiasm into his position as engi- 
neer with the fire department. The Silsby fire engine, with all of 
its shiny silvery metal, was kept in perfect operating condition. 
Under date of October 26, 1883, an article appeared in the Portage 
Democrat expressing civic pride in the fire department. It stated. 

Everything pertaining to the department is now managed sys- 
tematically and all of the machinery is kept in the most ap- 
proved manner. At the stroke of a fire alarm, the driver pulls 
a cord, the doors in front of the horses fly open and the horses 
bound to their places at the front of the engine. By the pulling 
of another cord the harnesses, which hung just above the pole 
(the invention of Chief Purdy and Engineer Brown) drop on 
the horses and almost instantly by the adjusting of a few snaps, 
the engine is ready for business and on the road to the fire. 
The Silsby engine is kept in splendid shape. It is as good as 
it was the day it came from the factory. The fact is, Portage 
has an engineer that attends to his business. 

By 1886 Portage was a growing, progressive community with 
new homes and downtown buildings. It was time to enlarge the 
fire department. A new, larger engine house was built with a spa- 
cious apartment for the Browns on the second floor. 

Mother's days were filled with the details of caring for five chil- 
dren and a husband. Keeping the youngsters in clean and mended 
clothing, getting them off to school each morning, teaching them 
good manners, dressing them nicely for Sunday School, preparing 
wholesome meals and always radiating love and encouragement 


to them was a full-time occupation. (How fortunate we sev€n chil- 
dren were to have been reared under the guidance and understand- 
ing of such a capable Mother!) 

In 1887 the city of Portage, in its desire to keep modern and 
abreast of the times, voted to build a new steam power plant for 
the water department. Rush Brown of the Portage Fire Depart- 
ment was offered the position of chief engineer which he accepted. 
The new position meant a change of homes. For the next few years 
home was a new residence in the upper part of Portage, sometimes 
referred to as 'The Point.' It was high above the Wisconsin River, 
with a spectacular view looking up the river to the wooded hills 
in the distance. The home was known as 'Riverview.' (On a visit 
to Portage in the 1950's, it was found that The Point had been 
made into a park, and the home where the Browns lived was no 
longer there.) 

Rush Brown had ambition and ability. After ten years as engi- 
neer with the Portage Fire and Water Departments, there came the 
realization that his knowledge and accomplishments were unchal- 
lenged by his present position. A restlessness coupled with a desire 
to seek farther fields became a fixed part of his thinking and plans. 

It was with mixed emotions that Rush and Jennie talked of leav- 
ing Wisconsin. Such a thought brought with it a certain degree of 
sadness. It was here that Jennie was born and grew to be a young 
lady. It was here she met the young man who became her husband. 
It was here the five children were born and guided through child- 
hood. It was here that her father, stepmother and two half-sisters 
were living. It was here that warm friendships had been estab- 

The first sixteen years of married life had seen the development 
of the first phase of a worthy and industrious family. Now it seem- 
ed the time had come to plan for further achievement. Seattle was 
a fast-growing city. Friends had gone there and were successful. 
Why not that city? So it was in 1887 that the final goodbyes were 
said to Portage, Wisconsin, and the move to Seattle was made. 

Seattle in 1888 was a growing city. It was surrounded by natur- 
al resources. There were forests of fir and cedar which made it 
a great lumber center. There were coal mines at its back door and 
coal at that time was the most used fuel for industry. There was 
a vast fishing potential. There was one of the finest deep-water 
harbors in the world, and it was the 'gateway to Alaska' with all 
of its resources. 

It was into this active and developing scene that Rush and 
Jennie Brown, with five children, proceeded to work out a future. 
Rush's work experience had all been with steam engines, so quite 
naturally he thought in terms of a vocation involving them. Seattle 
was a city built on hills. The transportation system at the time was 
well developed. It consisted of several cable car Hnes running from 
the downtown area over the hills and through the residential sec- 


tion to Lake Washington. Rush appHed for and received a position 
as assistant engineer with the Front Street Cable Car Co. He was 
capable and so well liked that a year later, when the opportunity 
arrived, he was promoted to chief engineer at the Madison Street 
Cable Car Company's power station. Here were the largest steam 
boilers and engines with which he had ever worked. Everything 
went well, and for the next four years he managed the plant which 
supplied power to the cable streetcar system. 

In the meantime a home had been purchased on Natchez Street 
(later renamed 19th Avenue), and here the family lived for five 
years. It was a good home with a Mother who directed the family 
activities with tact and understanding. 

On November 25th, 1888, the sixth child was born — a girl, 
named Marie Lucille. On June 5, 1893, the seventh and last child 
made his appearance — a boy, named Raymond Rainier. Now the 
Brown family was complete. 

Rush Brown was good at his work. He had mastered the opera- 
tion of steam-power equipment. Sixteen years he had given in 
service to this mechanical giant which made the wheels of industry 
turn. Often he contemplated the future. Was he forever bound to 
engines, steam boilers, injection pumps, governors, whirling belts 
and wheels? Surely there was another plane of existence where the 
spirit and the soul could expand with unfettered freedom, away 
from the confines of engines and noise. The years were moving 
along. If a change in occupation were to be made, it must be soon. 
There was a wife and there were seven children now, with all the 
responsibility which falls to a husband and father. 

He decided to make a change and tendered his resignation, much 
to the regret of the company. He was given the following letter to 
be used wherever he chose. 


Seattle, Wash. 
Jan. 5, 1893 
To Whom It May Concern, 

The bearer, R.S. Brown, was Engineer for the Front Street 
Cable Company for two years and for the Madison Street 
Cable Company for eighteen months. (Both these Companies 
are owned and managed by the same people). He quit the ser- 
vice of the Front Street Co. to take charge of the Madison St. 
Engines. He has now resigned his position of his own accord. 
He has always been a faithful employee and leaves our em- 
ployment with our confidence and good-will. 

A. P. Mitten, 
Managing Director 


Father was not long in making up his mind about a change of 
vocation. He had been reared on a farm and had enjoyed his boy- 
hood. His father was a farmer near Madison, New York. Mother's 
father, among other activities, had the farm near Portage, Wiscon- 
sin. Both had been successful. Why wouldn't a farm offer the best 
environment in which to rear seven children? And why not in 
one of the central states? 

There was a World's Fair in Chicago in 1893. Father thought this 
would be an ideal place to visit in order to see the exhibits from 
the various states and to form an opinion regarding a proper 

Leaving Mother and the seven children in the home on Natchez 
Street to make preparation for moving. Father set forth like an 
adventurer of old to seek new realms to conquer. The new realm 
was to be a farm. So as planned. Father spent several days at the 
fair in Chicago visiting all state exhibits. He noted the quality and 
quantity of farm products. He studied the statistical literature 
related to population, schools, recreation and opportunities for 
growth. After this studious investigation he came to the conclusion 
that Bates County, Missouri, offered rewarding possibilities. To 
Butler, the county seat of Bates County, went Father, and he pro- 
ceeded to make inquiries at realtors about farms. Finally one was 
selected. It was located about four miles from Adrian. There were 
the white house, the large red barn and level fields stretching off 
into the distance. It made an attractive picture. 

In due time. Mother arrived with five children. Wilbur, now 
seventeen, had a position with Western Union as a telegraph oper- 
ator and had been left behind for the time being. Ansie, now 
twenty, had met and married in Seattle a young man named Austin 

Father and Mother plunged into the project of making their farm 
the best one in Bates County. Wilbur soon arrived from Seattle and 
he, Fred and even Louie, now nine, were of great help to father. 
Kittie, fifteen, was a busy girl, helping mother with housework and 
assisting in the care of her little five year old sister, Marie, and her 
baby brother, Raymond. 

There were incidents worth noting in those years on the farm in 
Missouri. There was humor and there was pathos. 

There was the hornets' nest underneath the plank flooring of 
the pig pen. When corn was thrown on the floor and the pigs 
came in, the hornets rose up through the cracks between the 
planks and went into action. The pigs, on being stung, forgot about 
eating and with squeals of various tones, made a dash for the 
nearby pond and rolled in its soothing mud. The sight of pigs run- 
ning for the pond with hornets in pursuit was a source of amuse- 
ment for the boys and Father. However, Kittie and Mother felt 
sorry for the pigs and put a stop to this sort of entertainment. 

There was the tame crow which Fred and Wilbur had raised 


from the time it was two days old. The crow liked human com- 
pany. Any time there was work going on he was in the midst of 
it acting as if he were a necessary part of the job. In reality he 
was in the way most of the time. He fell into disrepute when Father 
and the boys were husking corn and throwing the ears into the 
wagon. The crow lit on the back of one of the horses and began 
pecking with his very sharp beak. Now it seems that a horse does 
not appreciate being crow-pecked any more than a man appreci- 
ates being hen-pecked. The horse protested by making a lunge and 
a jump. In an instant both horses with the wagon in tow made a 
runaway dash across the fields toward the barn. The crow flew 
over to a nearby fence and 'caw-caw-cawed' at all the fuss and 

Wilbur, Fred, Louie, Raymond 

There was the pet racoon that drank the fly poison and died. 
Kittie and Marie cried. 

There was the time that Father decided to have a new well dug 
and one of the neighbors said, "Don't take a chance on finding 
water. Have the area witched to be sure there is water." Father 
thought to himself that the idea was ridiculous, like planting crops 
at a certain time of the moon, but went along with the suggestion. 

A neighbor with a 'divining stick,' known for successful 'witch- 
ing,' volunteered his services. Father looked on with amusement 
as the neighbor walked here and there in the field. When the divin- 
ing stick turned down, father was told, "Mr. Brown, dig your well 
here." The well was dug and did supply plenty of water. Father 
always wondered if there were any science to witching. There was 
under the house a storm cellar. Tornadoes did come along now and 
then. One night we children were aroused out of bed and taken 
hurriedly in a dash down into the cellar. Lightning was flashing 


and thunder was roaring. Rain was pouring down and Father fear- 
ed a tornado. All of us were frightened. The next day we learned 
that a tornado had touched down a few miles away and had done 
considerable damage. 

In a year or so it was discovered that there were problems in con- 
nection with farm life in Missouri in the 1890's. Good crops were 
produced, but prices were low and markets were some distance 
away. Farming provided a good living, but little chance for build- 
ing up a sizeable savings account. Many years later father was 
heard to say, "I had been on the farm in Missouri only a year when 
I would watch the sun go down in the West and wish I were out 
that way again." 

After six years of farming as successfully as could be done in 
Bates County, Father sold the farm and turned his thinking and 
his plans westward. This was early in the year 1899. The family 
was smaller as preparations were made to go back to the State of 
Washington. Kittie had married Len Reeder, whose father owned 
the adjacent farm. Fred, now nineteen, had a good position in the 
auditing department of the Burlington Railroad and wished to stay 
with it. Wilbur, age twenty-three, had a position in Pleasant Hill, 
Missouri. On the day the family took the train to the West, there 
were only five — Father, Mother, Louie, now fifteen, Marie, eleven 
and Raymond, six. 

A stop of two months was made in Chicago and another stop of 
a few months in Spokane. Father had enjoyed farming and wanted 
more of it, only this time it must be in Washington or Oregon. 
So to Portland the family went in order to seek a farm, perhaps in 
the Wilamette Valley of Oregon. 

One morning Father read an ad in the Oregonian. It said, "The 
Famous Higdon farm for sale at Manor, Clark Co., Washington. 
Fifteen miles from Portland and ten miles from Vancouver." To 
get from Portland to the farm at Manor, though not far in miles, 
required considerable time. One took a street-car from Portland to 
the Columbia River, a ferry boat to cross the river, and a horse and 
buggy to drive the ten miles to Manor. 

Father and Mother made several trips to the prospective farm. 
They finally decided it was what they were looking for and bought 
it. In the summer of 1900 the farm at Manor became home. A letter 
that Mother wrote to her brother, John McDonald, tells something 
about the newly purchased farm. 

Vancouver, Washington 
August 19th, 1900 

Dear Brother John: 

I have written to you about four times since you have 
moved to Denver, but do not obtain any answer. As none of 


my letters have been returned to me, I am hoping you received 
them, so I'll just keep writing 'till you send an answer just 
to quiet me, if nothing more. 

We left Seattle early in June and have lived in Portland 
from then until the second of this month when we came and 
rented a house to live in 'till we can have possession of our 
farm on September 15th. We have 100 acres of level land 
cleared of oak, ash and fir timber — comparatively new land. 
It has excellent wells, one with a windmill, but no stream of 
water on the farm. Every acre can be cultivated. The house is 
two stories and has eight rooms. There is a good barn, a 
smoke-house, a work-shop, a fruit dryer, woodshed, etc. 
There are cherry, apple, pear, and prune trees in the orchard 
— also blackberry and currant bushes. Altogether we are well 
pleased with our new home. We will keep cows and grow oats, 
corn and hay. A creamery is only one-quarter mile from our 
house and near it are located the schoolhouse, post-office, and 
grocery store. Money has just been subscribed for a United 
Brethern Church. 

Louie remained in Seattle, where he is employed by the N.P. 
Railroad in their freight office. He will come home to stay on 
September 1st. Fred is in Chicago with the 'Burlington.' A 
letter from him a few days ago says he may visit us in Sep- 
tember or October. Wilbur is in Chicago, also, with a commis- 
sion firm. Kittie is living on a farm at Amsterdam, Bates Co., 
Mo., and Ansie has recently moved to Seattle to live. Louie is 
with her. 

Rush has not been well this summer. He consulted a doctor 
and is taking medicine for his stomach and heart. He gets 
very discouraged some days when his heart beats irregularly, 
and wonders if he will be able for farm life, but the doctor 
said it was the best work for him. 

I must tell you that Frank Crawford went to Nome, Alaska, 
with many others and has come back to Seattle to take a 
fresh start in life — sorry that he went, as they all are. 

Have you heard from our sister Mary lately? Marie and 
Raymond are well. All send love. 

Your sister Jen 

Besides father and mother there were the three children. Louie 
would soon be sixteen, Marie was twelve and Raymond was seven. 

What a fine farm and good home it turned out to be, thanks to 
Mother and Father! For the next eight years the farm, the children 
and community activities absorbed their thought and energy. The 
home was a large, white, eight-room house, situated well back 
from the road amid cherry, pear and apple trees. The barn was of 
the large red variety. There were stanchons for thirty cows on 


one side, stalls for six horses on the other and an enormous hay- 
mow in the center. There was a herd of at least thirty Jersey cows 
and a registered Jersey bull. Cream was separated from the milk 
and sold to a butter-making creamery. The skim milk was used for 
fattening hogs. A good income was derived from the sale of cream, 
oats and hogs. 

There was always much work. Louie was a big help to Father, 
as was Marie to Mother. Raymond soon grew to do his part in the 
planting and the cultivating of crops and with the daily chores. 
However, in addition, it was necessary for Father to have a hired 
man part of the time. There was a fine, large orchard which kept 
us well supplied with fruit. There were many varieties of apples, 
such as Gravenstein, Baldwin, King, Northern Spy and Greening. 
There were pears, cherries, plums and prunes. How they were all 

The home and the farm were kept up well, and from time to 
time improvements were made. A new shake roof was put on the 
huge barn, replacing the shingles which had shown signs of deter- 
ioration. The old wooden windmill which was used to keep the 
water-troughs filled for the cattle was taken down, and a steel 
structure erected with a more efficient metallic wheel at its top. 
How happily that wheel seemed to spin when a brisk wind blew! A 
newly manufactured wired-slat fence was built along the road in 
front of the home. It was very attractive. Twice in the eight years 
from 1900 to 1908, while we lived on this farm, the house was 
given a new coat of white paint. The barn, too, was not neglected. 
It always wore proudly a clean red robe, which seemed to add to 
its stature and majestic dominance. A new towering silo was erect- 
ed beside the barn. The silo was a necessity for the storage of corn 
ensilage, which was a part of the feed given cattle during the 
winter months. Other lesser improvements were continuously being 
made, and the Brown farm maintained its status as the best farm 
in all that section of Clark County, Washington. 

There was a cultural side to our way of life at Manor. During 
the rainy wintry months the evenings were given over to reading, 
and there was always a good supply of magazines and books on 
hand. Father and Mother maintained subscriptions to such national 
magazines as Review of Reviews, Atlantic Monthly, McClures and 
Pearsons. Because of the dairy activities on the farm, there was 
Hoard's Dairyman. For me. The American Boy was a special treat. 
When Clark County established circulating libraries, the question 
arose regarding the best place in our farming community to keep 
the cabinet with its sixty books. The neighbors decided it should 
be at our house. The County changed the books every six months. 
It was good to have such a fine selection of reading matter so read- 
ily accessible, and we enjoyed it thoroughly. 

The organ was an appreciated center of interest in our parlor. 
Mother played it and Marie took lessons. A common sight was a 


group standing about the organ singing hymns or the song's of 
Stephen Foster. How often, after we children had been tucked in 
our beds upstairs at night, we would hear Mother play the organ 
in the parlor below. Our favorite selections were Scottish airs, such 
as The Campbells Are Coming, Annie Laurie, Loch Lomond, Com- 
ing Through the Rye, and many others. Never was a more beauti- 
ful setting provided for children to float from the activities of the 
day to the peaceful rest of night. The organ, played by Mother as 
we went to sleep, seemed to us the most beautiful sound that ears 
could ever hear. 

Father was a good speaker and was often called upon to speak 
at public gatherings. On one occasion, while he was at work over- 
seeing the harvesting of grain, a telephone message came stating 
that the Governor of the State was to speak in Vancouver that 
night and asking if Father would come to make the introduction. 
Father accepted. 

At another time a Mr. and Mrs. Leeper, who owned a farm 
nearby, celebrated their fiftieth wedding anniversary. All the 
neighbors were invited. Father was asked to make the address of 
the occasion, which he did in his usual capable manner. In one 
part of the speech he said, "Fifty years of sunshine" and then low- 
ering his voice added, "and of rain." Afterwards Mrs. Leeper, who 
did not hear very well, went up to Father and said, "Mr. Brown I 
heard you say that I have had fifty years of sunshine. Well, I 
want you to know there has been rain, too." 

Now and then tragedy struck the farming area about Manor. 
Two men were digging a well and had reached a depth of about 
twenty feet without striking water. On arrival for work one morn- 
ing, one of the men descended the ladder to start digging. In a 
few moments groans were heard. His partner, James Wiley, sensing 
trouble, rushed down the ladder to help him up to the surface. He, 
too, was overcome by the gas, carbon dioxide, which had accumu- 
lated in the well overnight. Both men were later found dead. 

Father was asked to give the talk at the memorial service. Among 
other things, he said; 

In the shadow of the firs, away from the busy centers of life, 
innumerable tragedies have been enacted of which the world 
hears little. Very often deeds of valor are lightly touched upon 
and may pass by unnoticed. Out of calamity there often 
shines forth traits of character which command our admira- 
tion. The battlefield has no monopoly on valor. In the common- 
place walks of life, there is none of the glamor which covers 
the soldier — nothing theatrical to attract the attention of the 
world, but there is evidence of the material of which heroes 
are made. Our hearts thrill as we appreciate what man will do 
for his fellow man in times of stress. When James Wiley hur- 
ried down into the deadly vapors of that well to save a dying 


comrade, there was absolute forgetfulness of self. By that one 
act he rose to heroic heights. He met unfUnchingly the supreme 
test of existence and passed out and on, leaving a hero's name, 
and to the world, if it will but heed, an example of unhesitat- 
ing self-sacrifice. 

Father delved slightly into politics. Friends succeeded in getting 
him to run for the office of County Commissioner on the Demo- 
cratic ticket. Clark County had a strongly entrenched Republican 
majority with all elective offices held by that party. Father went 
to work diligently to wage a good campaign. He made an excep- 
tionally good showing, losing the entire county election by only 
one hundred nineteen votes. This was by far the best showing that 
any democrat made in Clark County during those years. 

Father was on the Manor School Board and brought about the 
construction of a fine new two-room school building with a bell 
that could be heard throughout the countryside. 

Along in 1907 Father's health began to fail. It was not known 
at the time just what was the trouble, but one symptom was fre- 
quent and distressing headaches. By 1908 it became apparent that 
he could not keep up the work and the duties of the farm. In the 
meantime, Louie had fallen in love with a neighbor's daughter, had 
married, and had gone to work for the Northern Pacific Railroad. 
His good help was missed. So in 1908 the farm was sold and the 
family moved to Seattle. There were now just four of us — Father, 
Mother, Marie, now ninteen and Raymond, fifteen. 

Father's health continued to worsen, forcing him to give up all 
thought of further business or farming activities. A home was 
rented on Madrona Hill on the Lake Washington side of Seattle. 
His illness was diagnosed as Bright's Disease, a kidney ailment, 
for which doctors knew no cure. He suffered constant pain for 
several months and finally, on July 18, 1909, at the comparatively 
young age of sixty-three, he passed away. He was a fine and cap- 
able man, a good husband, a Father who enforced discipline, yet 
allowed that sense of discipline to be tempered by a kindly per- 
sonality. I admire him now for his strictness with us children and 
for his good judgment in handling us. It gave us a feeling of secur- 
ity in the home. 

So at the age of fifty-five, our Mother, Jane Elizabeth Brown, 
was left a widow with her daughter, Marie, twenty-one and son 
Raymond, sixteen. Fortunately the farm at Manor had sold for a 
good price and Mother, by practicing thrift, could live comfortably. 

Mother's oldest daughter, Ansie Jean, had been widowed by the 
death of her husband. She had two children, Evelyn and Rush. 
Mother and Ansie bought a new home at 340 West 50th Street in 
Seattle and we six moved into it. Within a year Marie met and 
married George Pinkham and they established their own home. 

Of the seven children in the family there was now only one 


left — the youngest, Raymond. Marriage had taken all the others 
and each was comfortably settled and building a home and family. 
After Raymond graduated from Queen Anne High School in June, 
1912, Mother decided that he and she would visit her sister in 
Southern California. So goodbyes were said to the loved ones in 
Seattle and a new chapter was started in the story of the life of our 
Mother, Jane E. Brown. 

Mother's sister, Mary McDonald, had attended Ripon College 
in Wisconsin and after graduation became an elementary school 
teacher in that state. However, in the i88o's, when Mother, Father 
and the children moved to Seattle, Mary, knowing that Portage 
would not be the same after her sister had gone, decided to go 
West herself. Mother's and Mary's uncle, Seth Crawford, was 
a very successful dentist in Los Angeles. This helped Mary decide 
where to go to continue her teaching career. For the next several 
years she was connected with the Los Angeles School System, first 
as a teacher and later as a principal. Then, in 1897, she met J. Eve- 
rett Parker. 

The Parker family had come from Indiana in the i88o's and had 
settled in or about the towns of Orange and Santa Ana. Ed Parker 
founded the Orange County Title Co. His brother, Everett, bought 
land which he planted in oranges and walnuts near the town of 
Orange. Mary McDonald fell in love with and married J. Everett 
Parker. After their marriage she gave up school work to become 
the wife of an orange and walnut grower. A fine, large, four-bed- 
room home was built by them on the orange ranch on North Bata- 
via Street within the city limits of the town of Orange. 

It was to this home that our Mother, Jane E. Brown, with her 
youngest son, Raymond, now nineteen, went to visit in the sum- 
mer of 1912. The visit turned out to be a happy one for all four. 
Mary was glad to have her only sister with her and Everett appre- 
ciated the help that Raymond gave with the ranch work. The sit- 
uation was most pleasant and the relationship grew ever closer 
as the years went by. 

There was much social life in the home on North Batavia Street. 
Aunt Mary and Mother were invited to bridge luncheons and teas 
and in turn entertained many guests. Friends and relatives drop- 
ped in frequently. The welcome mat was always out. There were 
many weekday social affairs at the Presbyterian Church. Usually 
these took the form of work projects, such as making clothing for 
the foreign missions or for charitable organizations. 

The years were satisfactory ones for Mother. Her married chil- 
dren vied with each other for the privilege of having her come to 
visit them. Her brother, John McDonald, came to Orange from 
Colorado and bought a walnut ranch. He was a bachelor and 
appreciated the times when Mother went to his home and put it 
in order. 

It was interesting that John, Mary and Jane, three of the chil- 


dren of Alexander and Mary Ann McDonald of Portage, Wiscon- 
sin, came in these later years to live near each other in Orange, 

Mother took many pleasant trips in those years from 1914 to 
1935. In Seattle there resided her daughter, Marie, and her grand- 
daughter, Evelyn. In Portland there was her son, Fred, and across 
the Columbia River from Portland, near Vancouver, Washington, 
lived her son, Louie. In Colorado Springs there was her daughter, 
Kittie, and in Chicago her son, Wilbur. It was a pleasure for each 
to invite and have Mother come for a visit. There were always so- 
cial affairs, theater parties and local scenic auto trips to be enjoyed. 
For example, in May 1930, when in Chicago, Wilbur drove Mother, 
Kathryn and Wilbur, Jr. to Portage, Wisconsin, so that the old 
home, relatives and friends might be revisited after forty years. 
Mother kept a diary from 1925 to 1932 in which there are entries 
covering her travels and visitations. Many of these entries will 
appear in later pages as we write separately of her seven children. 

Although Mother traveled much during these years, home was 
basically on North Batavia Street in Orange with her sister, Mary, 
and Mary's husband, Everett. 

Mother's activities were more or less the same as one year fol- 
lowed another. On the whole they were pleasant years. Her daugh- 
ter, Jean, bought a home on an orange ranch near Fullerton. This 
purchase was made after the death of Uncle John McDonald in 
1934. Jean, now alone, asked Mother to come to live with her. 

Mother had now passed her eighty-second birthday and a cer- 
tain amount of frailty began to develop. In December of 1936 
pneumonia struck and the doctor asked that she go to a Fullerton 
hospital where he could take better care of her. On the way she 
said to VIS, "This seems like the end for me." During the six weeks 
in the hospital she insisted on being busy, a characteristic which 
had always been typical of her. She kept occupied, even though in 
bed, by hand-weaving a rag rug. 

On January 16, 1937, the end came, just twenty-four days before 
she reached the age of eighty three. 


(Our Mother) 

Mother's even-mannered disposition throughout her Hfe seemed 
to radiate a belief that every cloud does have a silver lining. She 
would have been an excellent teacher. Each pupil would have tried 
to do everything possible to please his teacher and, conversely, no 
boy would have thought of breaking any rule or doing anything 
that might harm her opinion of him. She possessed gentleness com- 
bined with great intelligence. One sensed it would be futile to at- 
tempt to mislead her since, for her, truth was the only way of life. 

In the home there was control developed by love and under- 
standing. Mother's ability and gentleness were passed on to each of 
her seven children. She created in and about the home an atmos- 
phere which made them adjust sub-consciously to high standards 
of conduct. Some lines from Tennyson come to mind because they 
are so appropriate: 

Happy he 

With such a Mother! 
Faith in womankind 
Beats with his blood and 
Trust in all things high 
Comes easy to him. 

One of Mother's granddaughters, Jeanette Pinkham Pepin, had 
this to say : 

I recall my grandmother, Jane Elizabeth, with great affec- 
tion. One time in the 1920's she came from her home in 
Orange, California, to visit our family. I remember when I 
was a child running from my bed to hers to climb in with her 
late one night, as the lighting flashed and the thunder roared. 
The night was made memorable by grandmother reciting some 
of her Robert Burn's poems in a soft, practised, Scottish 
accent. I remember, also, a poem by Anderson entitled, "The 
Bairnies Cuddle Doon at Nicht." The first verse went as 

The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht 

Wi muckle faucht an din; 

O' try and sleep ye waukrife rogues 

Your fathers coming in. 

They never heed a word I speak, 

I try to gie a froon. 

But aye, I hap them up an' cry 

O bairnies cuddle doon. 


At other times in response to our request, "Grandmother, 
sing us a song," she would comply with verses from some of 
the following: 

When You and I Were Young, Magie. 

Where Have You Been All the Day, Charming Billie? 

The Quilting Party 

Believe Me If all Those Endearing Young Charms 

I'm Growing Warmer Now 

The Campbells Are Coming 

Coming Through the Rye 

We always marvelled at the number of songs she knew and 
the number of poems she could recite from memory. 

Grandmother had an excellent mind and a beautiful mode 
of expression as evidenced in her written communications. 
How did she acquire her academic purity of speech and 
writing? Were the teachers in Wisconsin that outstanding in 
the i86o's? Was it the influence of her father and mother, both 
of whom were well educated? 

Grandmother possessed a patience, a kind firmness, and a 
pleasant tone of voice, which she always maintained. I remem- 
ber a feeling of security when in Grandmother's presence. I 
remember a pleasant face with soft lines. One of my prized 
possessions is a photograph taken of her at age eighteen, in a 
lace-trimmed maroon gown, her brown hair piled in braids and 
a warm half-smile on her lovely lips. The beauty of her spirit 
will always be with us. 

So the mortal end had come for a life of good deeds and many 
kindnesses. However, in spirit. Mother lives on through the lives of 
her children, her grandchildren and her great-grandchildren, all 
of whom have been influenced by her saintly traits. 



The WISCONSIN is a beautiful river. It rises in the central part of 
the state of Wisconsin, flows southward and westward until near 
the town of Prairie du Chien, it joins the Mississippi. Along its 
banks grow forests of oak, beech and maple. There are rolling hills 
through which it wends its way and there are level areas which 
have been cleared of timber and brush and made into prosperous 
farm land. Early explorers used the Wisconsin as a means of trans- 
portation in traveling westward from the Great Lakes to the Mis- 
sissippi. Then came the years of the 1800's and Wisconsin's good 
soil attracted an influx of settlers. From the Eastern states they 
came and also from Northern Europe, including Scotland and Swit- 

Again, attention was focused on the river. Could it be used for 
river-boat transportation? The Federal Government decided to find 
the answer. In the 1870's Rush S. Brown became a part of that 
study. For five years he was engineer on the U.S. Winneconne, a 
river-boat afloat on the questionable waterway. He and Jennie had 
their home on the Winneconne for approximately four years, while 
the flow and the habits of the Wisconsin River were under investi- 

One has a sentimental interest in a state in which his ancestors 
lived. In our family there is more than a passing interest — there 
is a certain loyalty to the State of Wisconsin. Our grandfather, 
Alexander McDonald, an immigrant from Scotland, settled there. 
Our Mother was born, met her husband and was married there. 
Five of her seven children were born there. These events account 
for our special interest in Wisconsin. 

Part II of this book deals with the seven children of Rush S. and 


Jane E. Brown. Each of the seven will be given a separate chapter 
in which will appear information about their lives and a list of 
their descendants. 

The seven children were: 

Ansie Jean Brown 

Born in Muscoda, Wisconsin, October 28, 1873 
Died in Fullerton, California, April 12, 1939 
Buried in Mt. Pleasant Cemetery, Seattle 

Wilbur McDonald Brown 

Born in Boscobel, Wisconsin, January 28, 1876 
Died in Woodland Hills, California, April 23, 1965 
Buried in Fairhaven Cemetery, Orange, California 

Janet May (Kittie) Brown 

Born in Portage, Wisconsin, July 9, 1878 

Died in Colorado Springs, Colorado, March 5, 1955 

Buried in Colorado Springs, Colorado 

Fred Rush Brown 

Born in Portage, Wisconsin, July 9, 1880 

Died in Portland, Oregon, 1953 

Buried in Mt. Calvary Cemetery, Portland, Oregon 

Louie Lockwood Brown 

Born in Portage, Wisconsin, September 16, 1884 
Died in Fullerton, California, December 17, 1966 
Buried in Fairhaven Cemetery, Orange, California 

Marie Lucille Brown 

Born in Seattle, Washington, November 25, 1888 

Died in Shreveport, Louisiana, 1969 

Buried in Vashon Cemetery, Vashon, Washington 

Raymond Rainier Brown 

Born in Seattle, Washington, June 5, 1893 


Part II 

Chapter 4 


(First child of Rush S. and Jane E. Brown) 

Her life was made up of unfulfilled dreams. Always hopeful, she 
looked for the ideal. Her heart was full of love — love for her rela- 
tives and friends, love for flozuers and love for the ^reat out-of- 

The first child of Rush S. and Jane E. Brown was born October 
28, 1873, iJ^ Muscoda, Wisconsin. The new baby girl was given the 
name of Ansie, a name that had been read in a poem. During her 
first three years Father was occupied with the study of the Wiscon- 
sin River as a means of transportation. Shortly after this project 
was concluded he was selected as fire department chief in Portage, 
Wisconsin. For the next few vears, Ansie's development was inter- 
woven with the activities of youth in Portage. 

At the age of six she entered the first grade in the elementary 
schools. As she progressed through the various levels, it was always 


with pride she brought home report cards showing excellent grades. 
During high school days there were all the usual activities of young 
people. Ansie was a ready participant. There were youth groups 
which were a spirited part of the program sponsored by the Presby- 
terian Church. There were class affairs at the high school. There 
were young folk's picnics and parties. Ansie, with her enthusiastic 
and responsive personality, was a sought-after part of it all. One 
of her closest friends was Zona Gale, who later became noted as a 
novelist, essayist and playwright. In an article which appeared in 
the Saturday Evening Post a few years ago, in thinking back over 
her youth. Zona Gale said, "Those were happy years for us young 
folk. We were full of ideas for harmless exploits, one of which was 
the suggestion to climb the ladder to the top of the water tank 
tower. Among us girls, Ansie Brown was the one who succeeded." 

A sister and two brothers of Ansie were born in Portage — Kittie, 
Fred and Louie. In 1887 the family moved to Seattle where Father 
was engineer for the Madison St. Cable Car System. A home was 
purchased on Natchez Street. Ansie found herself with younger 
brothers and sisters and discovered that she could be of great 
assistance to Mother in the normal routine of the tasks of home. 
She readily accepted responsibility for the care of the younger 

Ansie had enjoyed her schooldays in Portage, Wisconsin, and 
now in Seattle, there were to be more. She enrolled in Normal 
School, taking courses in education which would lead to teaching. 
On completing the education program she accepted a position in 
the Elementary School at Colby, a small town across Puget Sound 
from Seattle. This was a satisfying outlet for her youthful zest for 
achievement. However, as might be expected, love entered the 

Austin McPheters was born in Cooper, Maine, on February 15, 
1870. As a young man of twenty he arrived in Seattle and immedi- 
ately sought employment. One morning when he went to the post- 
office he noticed an announcement of a civil service examination 
for the position of mail carrier. He took the test, passed it success- 
fully and was established as a regular mailman. 

Now it so happened that one of the addresses to which he de- 
livered mail each day was the Brown home on Natchez Street. He 
began to notice the attractive girl that he occasionally saw at the 
Brown address. It pleased him no end when one morning she smiled 
as he handed her the mail for which she was apparently waiting. A 
few days later he found an opportunity to chat for a moment as 
he saw her sweeping the porch. Ansie, in turn, came to realize that 
she looked forward each morning to the hour when the mail would 
arrive. She liked the cheerful young man who often was heard 
whistling along his route. He was good-looking and dressed neatly. 
As time passed she noticed his happy disposition, his quick wit and 
his ease in conversation. After several dates together the acquaint- 


ance grew into a romance and the romance led to the altar. On 
February 15, 1892, Ansie Brown and Austin McPheters were mar- 
ried. Some time after this event Austin changed his vocation and 
cast his future with the Great Northern Railroad. 

This change in occupation required a move and a home was 
established in Leavenworth, Washington. Austin worked his way 
through various promotions until he became a regular passenger- 
train engineer. This meant goodbye to the home in Leavenworth 


and a move to Seattle where the trains would originate on which 
he would be the engineer. In the years subsequent to marriage two 
children were born to Ansie and Austin — a girl, Evelyn Jean, born 
September 29, 1894, and a boy. Rush Austin, born January 2, 1902. 
Both were always a source of pride and satisfaction to their parents. 

During these years, 1900-1908, our Father and Mother owned 
the farm at Manor near Battle Ground in Clark County, Washing- 
ton. Ansie and Austin loved to spend their vacation with the folks 
on the farm and it was a pleasure to have them come. At this time, 
besides Mother and Father, there were at home three children — 
Louie, Marie and Raymond. Austin enjoyed hunting and there were 
at his disposal. Father's shotgun and the dog, Bun^^mer, a pointer. 
Pheasants were plentiful, not only on our farm, but also on neigh- 
boring ones. All enjoyed the ready-to-eat fruit gathered from the 
orchard. We had all fruits except peaches. They did not do well 
at Manor. 

Beautiful peaches grew at Leavenworth. On one of her visits to 
Manor, Ansie planned to surprise us by bringing with her a crate 
of the finest Albertas. She wrapped the crate of peaches in a blanket 


and put it in the trunk with all of her other things. Enter n\is- 
fortune! The arrival of the trunk was delayed for several days. 
When it was opened, what had been nice, ripe peaches were now 
only seeds and the blanket was soaked with fermenting peach juice. 
Ansie was chagrined, but everyone thanked her for a thoughtful 
and generous effort. 

There was another incident in which Ansie was a participant 
and which illustrates Father's sense of humor. After the milking 
was finished at the barn. Father had strained a bucket of warm, 
fresh milk and was on his way to the house. Several of us were 
under a pear tree selecting ripe fruit when Father came along. He 
set the bucket of milk on the ground as we stood and talked for a 
moment. Bummer, the dog, joined us and proceeded to the milk 
pail, sniffed a moment, and then did what dogs are wont to do, 
though usually by a tree. Some went into the milk. Ansie, filled 
with disgust, and thinking about the milk being ruined, said, "Oh, 
that nasty dog!" But Father, with a twinkle in his eye, replied, 
" Tis not lost. I'll strain it over again!" We all had to laugh. It was 
noted later that the milk went to the pig trough and a fresh supply 
was brought from the barn. From that time on the dog stood low 
in Ansie's estimation. 

Austin's passenger-train run was from Seattle to Vancouver, 
B.C. It was a beautiful route, passing through forests, over rivers 
and across prosperous farm lands. Puget Sound could occasionally 
be seen on the one side and the Cascade Mountains on the other. 
June 10, 1907, was a warm, clear, sunny day. Austin was seated in 
the cab of his engine speeding merrily along. His fireman was 
checking the steam pressure gauge. All seemed well, when traged" 
struck. On rounding a curve, as Austin was looking forward 
through his cab window, there suddenly appeared, coming straight 
at him, another engine pulling a passenger train. There was a re- 
sounding crash as the two steel monsters met head on. Then, except 
for the hissing of escaping steam, there was silence. Two engineers, 
one of whom was Austin, and a fireman, were dead. Several passen- 
gers were injured. 

The investigation brought out the facts. There were two stations 
a few miles apart — one was Burard and the other, Burnaby. The 
engineer of the other train apparently misread his orders. He was 
to meet Austin's northbound train at Burard. Because of the simi- 
larity of the two station names, this engineer, when he glanced at 
his orders, read Burnaby into them and sped rapidly through 
Burard. The result was a collision and death for him as well as two 
innocent persons. After some time, the name of one of the stations 
was changed to avoid another mishap. 

At the age of thirty-five Ansie was a widow with two children. 
As she looked toward the future she realized that personal eco- 
nomics demanded that she go to work. With forced interest she 
turned to a business course in stenography and typing. (It was 


about this time that she began using her middle name of Jean and 
for the remainder of her years we all called her Jean). She studied 
and practiced her business courses diligently and became very pro- 
ficient. For the next ten years she was employed by a lumber and 
mill corporation as a stenographer-typist and office manager. 

During these years Jean went through the necessary procedure 
and became a member of the Daughters of the American Revolu- 
tion. To join this organization it is required that a person prove 
direct descendency from an ancestor who served in the American 
Revolution. In our case this could be done through either our 
Father's or our Mother's forebears. There was Parley Brown who 
was killed at the Battle of White Plains and there was Isaac Craw- 
ford, Sr., in our mother's ancestry. Jean chose to use the Crawford 
name. Military records showed that Isaac Crawford, Sr., enlisted 
and served in the Revolutionary War. 

It was during these years that our Mother's brother, John C. 
McDonald, bought a walnut orchard near Orange, California. He 
was a bachelor and frequently wrote to Jean asking her to come to 
keep house for him. After her daughter, Jean Evelyn, was married 
on December 26, 1918 and her son. Rush, was employed, Jean 
accepted the invitation. The home in Seattle was sold and from that 
time on her address was in Southern California. Uncle John Mc- 
Donald's home was on West Chapman Street in Orange. It was 
about three miles from the home of his sister, Mary McDonald 
Parker, who lived with her husband, J. Everett Parker, in their 
orange-ranch home on North Batavia Street. 

Our Mother, Jane E. Brown, when in Southern California, con- 
sidered her home to be at her sister Mary's in Orange. This was in 
response to Aunt Mary's request because, as she said, "It makes 
a happy situation for the three of us." Along about this time 
Mother dropped the name of Jennie and began using the name of 

Jean kept house for Uncle John for several years until his death 
in 1934. Her health was only fairly good. It is thought that she 
never fully recovered from an operation which took place before 
she left Seattle. She maintained a brave fight against illness and 
tried to be cheerful at all times. She always enjoyed the frequent 
family gatherings at our Aunt Mary's home and contributed to the 
occasions with her thoughtfully appropriate participation in con- 
versation. Often she contributed, also, if a luncheon or dinner were 
involved, by making the dessert or the salad. Her cakes were a joy 
to the sight and to the taste. 

A few extracts from our Mother's diary will give an idea of her 
activities at Orange during the years 1920 to 1937. 

December 31, 1924. Went over to see Jean and John 
(Mother's brother, John McDonald), in the afternoon. They 


came over to Mary's (her sister), brought oysters and had a 
fine oyster supper with us. 

February g, 1925. My birthday. Jean surprised me by bring- 
ing over a fine big birthday cake. She and John took supper 
with us. John got the ice cream. Had a lovely day. Jean had 
one of her headaches. 

Sunday — February zz, 1925. John took Jean to Loma Linda 
Sanitorium for a few weeks. I will be at John's until Jean 
comes back. 

March 31, 1925. John drove to Loma Linda. Evelyn and I 
went with him. Rained as we drove. Returned home at dark. 
Jean seemed a little improved. 

Jean did get considerably better and returned home to Uncle 
John's. Several years later we find these entries in Mother's diary: 

December 18, 1930. Alfred and Evelyn came to visit Jean — 
came by steamer to San Pedro, and John met them there. 

December 26, 1930. We all, Evelyn, Alfred, Mary, Everett, 
Grace, Jean, John and I had Christmas dinner at John's. Jean 
took the responsibility for the dinner. 

The years followed one after the other with Jean keeping house 
for Uncle John until his death in 1934. Then she, as administratrix 
of his etate, had certain duties to perform. Uncle John's home was 
sold and Jean bought an orange grove in Fullerton. She urged 
Mother to come to live with her and the two were quite comfort- 
ably situated. However, Mother was aging, and on January 16, 
1937, at the age of eighty-two, the end came for her in a Fullerton 

Jean was not well. She had been in poor health for many years. 
She was slowly weakening, and on April 12, 1939, she passed 
away in the home in Fullerton, California. Her daughter, Evelyn, 
wrote this about her: "Mother had many unfulfilled dreams, was 
always hopeful, looked for the ideal, was tender-hearted, loved 
flowers, loved friends and relatives, loved the beauty of the out- 
doors. She loved her son and daughter and took pride in their 

So at the age of sixty-five life was finished for the first child of 
Rush S. and Jane E. Brown. 


Descendants of Rush 5. and Jane E. Brown 

Through their daughter, Ansie Jean 
and her husband, Austin McPheters 


Jean Evelyn McPheters, born September 29, 1894, in Seattle, 
Washington. Married Alfred Bass December 26, 1918. Divorced, 
February 14, 1936. Married Bruce Robertson, April 13, 1941. He 
died in an airplane crash in Alaska, April 9, 1956. 

Rush Austin McPheters, born January 2, 1902, in Seattle, Wash- 
ington. Married Blanche Robinson. She died July 6, 1930, in Hemet, 
California. Married Helen Barrows a few years later and lived in 
Bakersfield until his death, October 22, 1964. 


The daughter of Rush and Blanche McPheters, adopted by Jean 

Evelyn McPheters Bass, August 14, 1930. 

(Through Ansie Jean — Rush) 

Grace Jean McPheters, born September 27, 1927, in Hemet, 
California. Married Robert A. Avery, October 20, 1945, in 
Yuma, Arizona. He was born March 30, 1927. 


The children of Grace Jean and Robert Avery. 

(Through Ansie Jean — Rush — Grace Jean) 

Michael R. Avery, born December 8, 1946. Married Linda Lee 
Denison, August 6, 1966, in Anaheim, California. She was born 
June 5, 1947, in Silverton, Oregon. 

David E. Avery, born December 25, 1948, in Modesto, Cali- 
fornia. Married Joy Ann Arnel, December 22, 1968, in Las Vegas, 


Part II 

Chapter 5 

WILBUR McDonald brown 

(Second child of Rush 5. and Jane E. Brown) 

He who loalks on the intelligently optimistic side of the road is n 
pleasure to have as a guide and companion. 

Prairie du chien, Boscobel, Muscoda, Prairie du Sac, Baraboo and 
Portage are names of towns which are situated along the Wiscon- 
sin River. To us they are not names of just any towns, but of very 
special locations because they were so closely tied to the early days 
in the married life of our Father and Mother, Rush and Jennie 
Brown. Home for them was the U.S. Winneconne, a side-wheeler 
river boat of which Rush was the engineer from about 1872 to 

Boscobel is a delightful name to say and to think about. It brings 
up memories of stories told by Mother when we children asked her 
to "tell us about when you lived on a river boat." Boscobel is im- 
portant to our family history for another reason. It was there, while 


the Winneconne was tied up during wintry weather, that the sec- 
ond child was born, a boy, to whom the folks gave the name of 
Wilbur McDonald Brown. The date was January 28, 1876. Many 
years later Wilbur wrote, "My wife, Kathryn, laughingly likes to 
tell friends that I am hardy because I was born in the middle of 
winter, in below zero weather, on a river. My father had to break 
the ice on the river so he could get me a drink of water." Wilbur 
was named for his grandfather, Alexander McDonald, who was 
then fifty-nine years of age and the owner and operator of the 
principal hotel in Portage, the Ellsworth House. The name Wilbur 
was chosen in honor of a cousin of Father's who resided in New 
York State. This cousin was a successful attorney who lived and 
practiced in Syracuse "as a member of the firm of Bratt, Mitchell 
and Brown, who were for many years prominent and leading 
lawyers of Central New York. He never married. He left property 
in the sum of two-hundred thousand dollars to his relatives and 
friends. He was a man of superior ability, a tireless worker, genial, 
kindly, generous, sociable and of high character." (From Recollec- 
tions of Rev. C. E. Brown). 

When the Federal Government's study of the Wisconsin River 
was completed. Rush and Jennie Brown, with the two small chil- 
dren, Ansie and Wilbur, went back to Portage. Here our Father, 
Rush, became engineer with the City Fire Department. Home was 
a good sized apartment on the second floor of the new fire station 
building. In a letter written a few years ago, Wilbur, in thinking 
back over his childhood days, relates this incident which happened 
when he was six years old: 

We lived in the Fire Department house on the second floor. 
A stair of twenty steps led from our hall door to the Hook 
and Ladder vehicle room on the first floor. A smooth, nicely 
painted bannister guarded the steps from top to bottom. It 
was fun for me to mount the bannister and slide down. One 
day I climbed onto my steed for a customary slide, mounting 
it as if it were truly my horse. I leaned too far over and fell to 
the floor about fourteen feet below. Did I yell! Mother, Aunt 
Mary, Ansie and two of the firemen rushed out and picked 
me up, carried me upstairs and put me to bed. I recall the 
whole scene vividly. The doctor was called. I soon fell asleep. 
After that I always walked down those stairs! 

It was in Portage that Wilbur went through the elementary 
school grades. He had an unusually fine mind, was quick to learn 
his lessons, was courteous toward his teachers as well as all elders 
and always brought home a report card that showed the highest 
marks. Besides his older sister, Ansie, there were three younger 
children born into the family during these years in Portage — Kittie, 

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Fred and Louie. At one time all five youngsters were attending 
school in Portage. What a rush of activity there must have been 
in the home on a school morning when all were being dressed, 
breakfasted and sent on their way! What busy days for Mother! 

The years in Portage, on the whole, were happy ones for the 
Brown family. Father enjoyed hunting prairie-chickens and ducks 
which were abundant along the Wisconsin River. Mother partici- 
pated in the social activities found among friends and relatives. The 
children had many playmates and chums and all the usual experi- 
ences of normal boys and girls. During the last years in Portage, 
when Father was engineer for the City Water Department, the 
family Uved in the home at The Point. It was a beautiful location 
with a grand view looking up the river to the distant hills. 

Wilbur was twelve when, early in 1888, the family moved to 
Seattle. He continued to attend school and during vacations worked 
for the Western Union as a messenger boy. He was intrigued by 
the dot-dash system and the clicking of the telegraph instruments 
in the office as he waited for another message to deliver. The 
thought occurred to him that he could learn the Morse Code and 
become an operator. One of the men gave him a discarded trans- 
mitter which Wilbur took home and worked on until it was in 
fairly good condition. Because of his agile fingers and keen mind, 
he quickly became adept at tapping out words and sentences. The 
next vacation, at age seventeen, instead of being satisfied to remain 
a messenger boy, he applied at the A.D.T. (American District Tele- 
graph) office for a position as telegraph operator. Father and 
Mother wondered if he were moving too rapidly into the workaday 
world of business, but Wilbur, with youthful enthusiasm, was 
thrilled with the idea and obtained their permission to take the 
necessary examination. He passed with ease the tests of sending 
and receiving messages. He was accurate and his speed was excel- 
lent. He was hired. 

Late in 1893 Father decided that he wanted a complete change 
from operating steam power plants. After some deliberation and 
investigation he bought a farm in Missouri. By this time Wilbur 
had won the esteem of his company and was assigned as a regular 
telegraph operator in the Tacoma office, although he was only 
seventeen. Now that the family was going to Missouri, what should 
he do? He enjoyed his work, but for a youth he had much interest in 
and affection for his Mother and Father, sisters and brothers. A 
compromise was reached. He would stay on for a time with the 
telegraph company and later join the family on the farm. 

Wilbur had a marked ability to write. He could have been suc- 
cessful professionally as a writer if he had realized his potential. 
In 1893, while only seventeen and employed as a railway tele- 
grapher, he wrote a long letter to Father and Mother who were 
then in Missouri — a letter which told of his travel from Tacoma 
to Spokane by riding in the caboose of several freight trains. The 


following excerpt from the letter tells of an incident which hap- 
pened about midnight while he was waiting in a small railway 
station for his freight train to come along. The writing reminds 
one of Mark Twain: 

There was no one in the station except the telegraph oper- 
ator and me. I gave him a note telling him who I was. I had 
another note to the conductor of the freight train which would 
be along in a couple of hours. I sat down in an old arm chair 
and propped myself up against the wall. The operator had a 
stray cat, as skinny as an Irishman's goat, which he said had 
escaped from Sanger and Kents Combined Great American 
Shows. The cat, or framework of same, had taken up its resi- 
dence at the station, evidently with a view to learning the tele- 
graph business. I got hold of the cat and put it in my lap and 
let it go to sleep, but it was inclined to play. I was scratching 
its back and was half asleep myself when the first thing I 
knew, it grabbed my finger and had it half way down its 
throat. The cat was madder than a hornet. I swiped at it, 
which made it release its hold. Then it jumped to the floor and 
chased itself around the room. The operator said it was a 
nice cat, which of course must be so. 

In 1894 he was at home with the family in Missouri and entered 
with enthusiasm into the chores and field work of the farm. He 
and his brother, Fred, were a real help to Father. At the time Louie 
was only ten and Raymond was a baby. 

After five years in Missouri the family moved back to the Great 
Northwest and to the farm at Manor, Washington. 

When the folks left to go back to the State of Washington Wil- 
bur asked them if he might stay with a position as a telegrapher 
which he had obtained in Pleasant Hill, Missouri. Perhaps one of 
his reasons was the fact that he had become acquainted with a 
very attractive girl from whom he did not wish to be so far 
away. Her name was Kathryn Zick. Her father was a prominent 
citizen of Pleasant Hill as well as president of the bank. A ro- 
mance developed and a wedding date was set. The marriage of 
Kathryn and Wilbur took place April 7, 1899. 

Wilbur continued with his position as a railroad telegrapher in 
Pleasant Hill until his company asked if he would like to be 
transferred to the Chicago office. Wilbur's answer was, "Yes," and 
the answer was a decision which determined the entire future 
course of his life. He had been in the Chicago position a compara- 
tively short time when a stock brokerage company offered him a 
position as a telegraph operator to handle its rapid communication 
wire service. Again Wilbur said, "Yes." In a year or so this com- 
pany became Shearson and Hammill, one of the leading brokerage 


houses in the nation today. Wilbur's intelligence and overall ability 
were soon noticed, and he was advanced from telegrapher to an 
active participant in the business as a licensed broker. This was 
about 1905 and for the next sixty years his business career was 
involved with the stock market. Forty-five years of this time were 
spent in Chicago and the last fifteen in Pasadena — always with 
Shearson, Hammill and Company. 

Wilbur and Kathryn enjoyed those forty-five years in Chicago. 
They were participants in many activities and organizations in the 
Chicago area. 

Wilbur, Jr., son of Wilbur and Kathryn, wrote recently as he 
thought about his father and the years in Chicago: 

When I arrived upon the scene my father had become a 
successful stock broker. He was past master of the Woodlawn 
Park Masonic Lodge, held amateur championships at two Chi- 
cago Golf Clubs, was deacon in the Presbyterian Church and 
a district executive of the Boy Scouts of America. Incidentally, 
he was a top bridge player. His hobbies were hunting and fish- 
ing so that duck, geese and fresh fish often appeared on our 
table. Golf was his prime sport interest. He was good at it 
and amassed quite a collection of cups, trophies and medals. 
Duck hunting was second as his sport-love, and he sometimes 
went with fellow hunters as far as Beardstown in southern 
Illinois where ducks were plentiful. 

My father's hand was never lifted against me, but how often 
I came to wish for a quick physical punishment instead of a 
talking to, which left me feeling as low as an ant, very 
ashamed of my misdeeds, and a feeling that I had really let 
him down. For example, a verbal punishment, which was short 
and to the point, occurred at the time I received a toy wind-up 
car for my birthday. I found it was great sport to wind it up 
and let it dash against the front porch concrete steps. Ob- 
viously it would not be new long. Dad noticed me from the 
window which soon opened, and as he tossed out a hammer, 
he said, "Here son, this will do the job quicker." I never 
abused a belonging from that day on. 

I don't believe father ever lost a friend and I'm sure he had 
thousands. His mind bordered on the fantastic in remem- 
bering names of and personal briefs about everyone. He could 
quote prices on over a hundred stocks at the close of each 
day's market, knew baseball and football scores for the season, 
batting averages of players and a host of other facts and 

When Wilbur reached the age of seventy he retired from Shear- 
son, Hammill and Company in Chicago. He and Kathryn moved 


to Southern California. Their last years together were lived in their 
home on Del Rey Avenue in Pasadena. Wilbur had no sooner 
arrived in Pasadena than Shearson, Hammill and Company got in 
touch with him, saying that there were plans to open a branch 
office in Pasadena and asking if he would be willing to assist in 
the project. Wilbur said, "Yes"; so here he was back in the broker- 
age business again! Every business day, up until he was eighty- 
eight years of age, he was seen at his desk in the office on Green 
Street. He was mentally as sharp as ever and always gave good, 
conservative advice to his many clients. In the afternoons he kept 
up his interest in golf by joining friends at a nine-hole pitch and 
putt course. This he thoroughly enjoyed. 

Wilbur's wife, Kathryn, passed away in 1957, and he was left to 
live alone in the home on Del Rey. The office, golf and extensive 
correspondence kept him busy. He liked his Buick and was a good 
driver. When he was eighty-three he entered upon a rather daring 
venture. He drove by himself from Pasadena to Colorado Springs. 
It is doubtful if any other octogenarian ever equaled such a feat. 

In his eighty-eighth year Wilbur's health and general physical 
condition began to weaken. His heart began to show symptoms 
that caused concern. During a stay at St. Lukes Hospital, he broke 
his leg which was repaired by inserting a pin into the bone. While 
recuperating, he went to live with his son, Wilbur, Jr., and wife, 
Dorothy, in Woodland Hills. Wilbur enjoyed those last days. Wil- 
bur, Jr., and Dorothy gave him excellent care and he, in turn, was 
good company and a model patient. 

The end came, however, on April 23, 1965, when Wilbur was 
eighty-nine. His heart became tired. The last minutes are recalled 
by his daughter-in-law, Dorothy. 

Dad and I were having a pleasant conversation about 4:30 
in the afternoon. Quite suddenly he changed the conversation 
as an unusual feeling seemed to come over him and he said, 
"I'm not afraid to die. I had hoped to stay with you a little 
longer. I love you both." 

I said to him, "Let me call Wilbur, Jr." who worked just 
minutes away and he replied, "No, there wouldn't be time." 
Then Dorothy adds, "He was gone, no fear, no pain, just 

Descendants of Rush S. and Jane E. Brown 

Through their son, Wilbur M. Brown 


Wilbur M. Broion, Jr., born May 10, 1919, in Chicago, Illinois. 
Married Dorothy Holm June 8, 1957. Her father's name was Albert 
Holm. He was born October 5, 1880, in Michigan. Her mother was 
Anna Holm, born April 29, 1883. 


Part II 

Chapter 6 

(Third child of Rush S. and Jane E. Brown) 

How wonderful it is to start another day. 
Each morn is a fresh chance to seek happiness, 
and to look for the love and goodness lohich 
must be all about us. 

Janet may brown was born July g, 1878. The name, Janet May, 
seldom was used by playmates or by her older brother and sister. 
The nickname by which she came to be called, probably because 
it was easier for them to say, was Kittie. Strangely enough it was 
a name that stayed with her all of her life. There was a time when 
she liked the name, Nettie, but usually she was known as Kittie. 
Kittie was the third child in the family. She was preceded by 
Ansie, four years old, and Wilbur, who was two. She was born 
while home was the apartment on the second floor of the fire 
station and Father was engineer for the Portage Fire Department. 


Her first nine years were spent in Portage. During the last two of 
these nine years the family moved to the fine home which was 
located on The Point, at the upper end of Portage. From here there 
was a spectacular view for miles up the Wisconsin River. 

She enjoyed school and, like Ansie and Wilbur, did exceptionally 
well in her studies. She liked her teachers and conversely each 
teacher enjoyed having the animated, striving-to-please little girl 
in her class. Whenever a school program was given Kittie was 
asked to learn and recite a poem. This she always did with enthu- 
siasm. On one occasion she recited with spirit and feeling, "Curfew 
Shall Not Ring Tonight." Her performance was so good that her 
classmates were filled with eager approbation. 

Kittie always was being invited to parties given by little girls of 
her own age. She had a lively spirit and entered into games with a 
special enjoyment, radiating her happiness to playmates. Her ready 
responsiveness was tempered by an innate sense of courtesy and 
consideration for the feelings of others. 

Sunday morning found her attending Sunday School at the 
Presbyterian Church. It was a place she could go with her older 
brother and sister, Wilbur and Ansie. This was always an eagerly 
awaited event of the week. She liked her teacher. She liked the 
Bible stories. She liked to be all dressed up and meet with her 
young friends. 

Those were happy days for the three Brown children. That is, 
there were three until September 16, 1880, when a baby brother 
was born who was named Louie. Kittie was glad to have a small 
brother. She took special delight in helping Mother take care of 
the baby. Her interest in dolls had waned some time before, but 
now a responsive chord was struck, and she found pleasure in 
taking some degree of responsibility for looking after her small 

The years have a habit of moving relentlessly and rapidly along, 
and early in 1888 the family moved to Seattle. Children adjust 
easily to change and in a short time Kittie had formed warm, new 
friendships in her Natchez Street environment. She picked up 
quickly the threads of girlhood life in a new setting and continued 
to enjoy the activities pertaining to school, family and friends. She 
was an interested and cooperative participant in the plans and 
details of the wedding of her older sister, Ansie, which took place 
April 15, 1892. 

It was after the family had moved to Missouri in ^893 that Kittie 
really came into her own. She was now sixteen and the 'life of the 
family.' She was pretty, vivacious, and responsive in any situation. 
Her ready wit in conversation added to the pleasure of others. Even 
if she had wanted it otherwise she could not help being the center 
of interest at any one of the many young folks' parties. Neither 
could she help it if young men noticed her and liked to be bene- 
ficiaries of her smiles and attentions. 


At eighteen, Kittie was teaching in a rural school not far from 
home. She was thrilled at earning money and although her salary 
was small she took pleasure in doing things for others with it. She 
bought her younger four-year-old brother, Raymond, a beautiful 
outfit to wear when it was required that he be dressed up. It con- 
sisted of knee-length pants with a fancy jacket to match and a 
white blouse with a large, white lace-trimmed collar. There were a 
white Windsor tie and a beret-type cap. The effect was so pleasing 
to Kittie that she took her four-year-old brother to an Adrian 
photographer and had his picture taken. The pictures turned out 
perfectly and are still in the family. 

The young man who gradually won Kittie's affection was the son 
of the neighbor who owned the adjacent farm. His name was Len 
Reeder. It is said that the walls to her heart came tumbling down 
on the evening he came to take her for a ride in a brand new buggy 
pulled by a fine, fast horse. Len was a frequent caller thereafter. 
The romance progressed and led to the wedding which took place 
March 30, 1898. 

The Adrian Journal of April 3, 1958, reprinted 'News Items of 
60 Years Ago.' In it appeared the following: "A very pretty wed- 
ding occurred at the beautiful country home of Mr. and Mrs. R. 5. 
Brown of Grand River township Wednesday night. The bride was 
their daughter, Janet M., and the groom was Len C. Reeder. Rever- 
end H. M. Rislay, pastor of the M.E. Church of Adrian, officiated." 

For a year or two after the wedding Len and Kittie lived near 
Adrian. Then Len, having heard of the mining activity in Colorado, 
decided to venture to that area. It was a decision that determined 
his life work. In the meantime a baby boy had been born on Janu- 
ary 3, 1899. He was given the name of James Brown Reeder. Now 
Kittie, who had always been so good about caring for her baby 
brothers and her sister, Marie, had a real baby of her own. How 
thrilled she was! How lovingly and carefully she tended to his 
needs! She selected the middle name of Brown in honor of her 
family, and Brown he was usually called thereafter. 

It was in 1900 that Len, with Kittie and the baby, moved to 
Pueblo, Colorado, where he obtained employment for a time at 
the smelter. While at this work he applied for and obtained the 
position of brakeman on the railroad which carried ore from the 
mining region near Cripple Creek. For the time being a home was 
established in Pueblo. 

It was there that the second child was born. Again Kittie was 
delighted because she wanted a baby girl. Her happiness knew no 
bounds. The birthdate was April 22, 1902, and the name chosen 
for her daughter was Lucy Marie. 

The following year Kittie and the two children went to visit her 
folks who were living on the farm home at Manor, Washington. 
All were delighted to see them. Brown was a very good-looking 
boy of four and Lucy Marie was as pretty as a doll. The days of 


the visit passed far too rapidly. Father and Mother enjoyed their 
daughter and their two grandchildren. Louie, Marie and Raymond 
were entranced with their young nephew and niece and their older 
sister, Kittie. 

After a short sojourn in Cameron, Colorado, Len and Kittie 
moved to Colorado Springs and bought the home at 1219 West 
Colorado Boulevard. This was their home for many years, in fact, 
for the rest of their lives. 

A third child was born May 17, 1907 — a boy who was named 
Robert Ronald. Kittie was pleased, as there were then two boys 
and a girl — just what she had wanted, and she felt that her family 
was complete. 

During the years in which Colorado Springs was home, Kittie 
was actively interested in the church and other community organi- 
zations. She had many dear friends. Then there were her children 
and later, her grandchildren. She had a devoted interest in all of 
them, as well as in her Mother and Father, her brothers and 
sisters and in fact, all of her relatives. Len's cousin, Lon Reeder, 
and his family lived in Colorado Springs. The two Reeder families 
were together frequently. Their daughter, Rita, and Lucy Marie 
were close friends and remained so always. 

At this point it is well to bring in items from Mother's (Jane E. 
Brown's) diary: 

Feb. 15, 1927. I left Kansas City at 8:45 a.m., reached Colo- 
rado Springs at 4:00 o'clock. Kit (Kittie) and Arthur met me 
at the depot. In the evening Kit drove me to the hospital to 
see her daughter, Marie, and my new great-grandchild, Nor- 
ma-Lou. Marie feels well and Norma-Lou is dear and pretty. 

July 17, 1927. I am leaving Kittie's to return to Orange. Len, 
Kittie, Marie and Art came with me to the station. Kittie and 
Marie gave me crystal beads. Len presented me with a new 
$5.00 bill, and Arthur gave me a souvenir letter-opener as I 
was leaving. Kittie was in tears. 

July 25, 1931. I have been at Fred's home in Portland all 
this week. Florence will arrive from California tomorrow. 

Kittie will arrive from Colorado Springs tomorrow also. 
Kittie arrived on time. Both Fred and Louie met her at Port- 
land Station and brought her here to Fred's, where I had 
dinner ready. Stanley also came and Claude was here. Next 
day Louie came and took Kittie and me to his farm home at 
Manor, near Vancouver, Washington. 

August 27th, 1951. Louie brought Kittie and me to Fred's 
this P.M. and has taken Kittie and Florence to the baseball 
game at Portland tonight. 


Kittie enjoyed these visits to her brothers' and sisters'. It broke 
the routine of regular hfe in Colorado Springs. During these years 
Wilbur was living in Chicago, Fred in Portland, Louie at Manor, 
Marie in Seattle and Ansie and Raymond in Southern California. 

The years passed routinely for Kittie in the home on West Colo- 
rado Boulevard in Colorado Springs. She took pleasure in her 
children and in her grandchildren, many of whom lived nearby, and 
she never forgot her Mother. Here is an excerpt from one of her 
letters to her Mother: "Mama dear, I am so glad to get cards from 
you, as you say so much on a card and you have so many to write 
to. You have always been the most thoughtful Mother in the world 
and always, always have used such good judgment with all of us. 
Oh, how much I love you." 

In 1954 Kittie had a stroke which left part of her body para- 
lyzed and, after a lingering illness, she passed away in her home on 
March 5, 1955. During the long illness preceding death, her 
daughter, Marie, assumed the responsibility of the loving care of 
her mother. No daughter could have served her mother better. 

Kittie's son. Brown, recently wrote the following as he thought 
about his mother: 

She was and still is the greatest influence for good that I can 
remember. As I look back on my childhood, I recall that she 
and she alone was responsible for the atmosphere of happiness 
and well-being that was ever present in our home. We were 
poor, but because of her we didn't know it. My Mother had 
the most mirthful, hearty laugh that I ever heard, and during 
times of adversity it usually managed to straighten things 
out. I've never known anyone who was so proud of her back- 
ground and her family, and she instilled that same pride in her 
children. She also taught us the value of knowledge and how 
necessary it was to be able to enunciate and speak clearly and 
well. She read to us whenever time permitted. She made Bible 
stories come alive and we never tired of her accounts of her 
childhood in Portage, Wisconsin. She made and helped me fly 
my first kite. She could not swim, but she took me to a nearby 
millpond when we were living in Adrian, Missouri, and sat 
on the bank while I learned. She was afraid of lightning and 
always gathered her children together on the feather bed dur- 
ing thunder storms. What a courageous person she was! In 
1905 we lived high in the mountains of Colorado in a small 
town called Cameron. Two days before Christmas Mamma 
took me on the train with her to Cripple Creek, some five miles 
away, where she exchanged her year's savings of Green trad- 
ing stamps and a little cash for presents for the whole family. 
We had to come back on the electric line that only went as far 
as Hoosier Pass. Now Hoosier Pass, through the woods and 
up the mountain, was over a mile from our house. We left 


Cripple Creek about dusk, loaded with packages. We didn't 
know that a snow storm had swept through the pass while we 
were gone. When we stepped off the car, more than a mile 
from home, we were in about two feet of snow. We started 
down that trail and the farther we went, the deeper the snow 
became. We fought our way along for what seemed like an 
eternity and 1 didn't see how we could possibly make it, but 
my mother never gave up. Finally we saw lanterns coming 
toward us. My father had organized a search party and they 
found us just in time, or we might have frozen to death. 

My mother was so appreciative of little things. One summer 
I saved enough to buy her a new copper-bottomed wash boiler. 
The price, as I remembered it, was about two dollars and fifty 
cents. I'll never forget how happy it seemed to make her. She 
loved people, even when they imposed on her. Many times 
we had friends and relatives stay with us when I knew that 
she was so tired she could hardly move and yet she never 
complained. When I was 14 I developed a bone disease of 
some kind in my right hip that put me to bed in traction for 
almost a year. Never ever will I forget her endless energy and 
patience while nursing me. When she passed away it left a 
void that can never be filled, but 1 thank God every day for 
the time that He shared her with us and for giving us such a 
wonderful mother. 

J. Brown Reeder 

Descendants of Rush S. and Jane E. Brown 

Through their daughter, Janet May, "Kittie," 
and her husband, Len Reeder 


lames Brown Reeder, born January 3, 1899, in Adrian, Missouri. 
Married Grace Dexter Britt, April 24, 1929. She was born June 23, 
1907, in Sallis, Mississippi. Her father's name was James John Britt. 
Her mother's maiden name was Virgie Beatrice McDaniel. 

Lucy Marie Reeder, born April 22, 1902, in Pueblo, Colorado. 
Married Arthur X. Johnson, September 23, 1925. He was born May 
23, 1897, in Ordway, Colorado. 

Robert Ronald Reeder, born May 17, 1907, in Adrian, Missouri. 
Married Dorothy Jones, 1949. She was born July 17, 1917, in Iowa. 
Robert died March 19, 1958. 



Children of James Brown and Grace Reeder 

(Through Kittie — J. Brown) 

James Arthur Reeder, born June 29, 1933, in Baton Rouge, Loui- 
siana. Married Leone Guthrie, December 30, 1958. 
Sally Marie Reeder, born October 8, 1936, in Marshall, Texas. 
Married Jules E. Schneider. 

Daughter of Lucy Marie and Arthur X. Johnson 
(Through Kittie — Lucy Marie) 

Normalou Johnson, born February 4, 1927, in Colorado Springs. 

Married William Schwab, August 24, 1946. Marriage ended in 

divorce. Married Jack A. Cook, December 23, i960. He was born 

in Hollywood, California. 

Daughter of Robert Ronald and Dorothy Reeder 
(Through Kittie— Robert) 

Janet Kay Reeder, born December 7, 1949, in Colorado Springs. 

Married Richard A. Hayhurst. 


Children of James Arthur and Leone Reeder 
(Through Kittie — J. Brown — James Arthur) 

Mary Virginia Reeder, born November 3, 1959, in Austin, Texas. 

James Arthur Reeder, Jr., born May 11, 1961, in Shreveport, 


Elizabeth Colby Reeder, born November 2, 1963. 

Children of Jules and Sally Marie Schneider 
(Through Kittie — J. Brown — Sally) 

Susan Britt Schneider, born September 27, 1962, in Dallas, Texas. 

John Baker Schneider, born July 14, 1968, in Fort Worth Texas. 

Children of William and Normalou Schwab 
(Through Kittie — Lucy Marie — Normalou) 

William A. Schwab II, born October 24, 1947. Married Marlene 

DeWitt, June 20, 1969. 

Jane Marie Schwab, born March 26, 1950. Died June 1, 1969, 

as the result of an automobile accident. 

Arthur Paul Schwab, born January 9, 1954. 

Daughter of Richard and Janet Kay Hayhurst 
(Through Kittie — Robert — Janet Kay) 

Kimberly Diane, born September 28, 1969, in Colorado Springs. 


Part II 

Chapter 7 



(Fourth child of Rush S. and Jane E. Brown) 

He believed that, 

"A conscientious regard for all spiritual 
and eternal things is an indispensible 
element of all true greatness." 

— Webster 

Zona gale in one of her books, wrote, "Portage, Wisconsin. It 
seems strange that the majority of the people in the United States 
have not heard of it. On one bank of the river it lies. Homes border 
the bank with lawns sloping down to lilacs and willows. The current 
is lazy and preoccupied with leisure for eddies. On the opposite 
shore is a feathery second growth of maples and hickory trees, 
looking as if they must shelter white temples. On such a scene our 
back doors and windows look out as folk occupying box seats." 
It was into this scene that Fred Rush Brown was born and where 


he lived the first seven years of his life. He was born July 9th, 1880. 
When he arrived there were three children in the home ahead of 
him — Ansie, age seven, Wilbur, age four and Kittie, age two. It can 
be imagined that Mother was very busy taking care of three active 
youngsters, together with the new addition, a baby boy. It also can 
be imagined that Father was a busy man with a family of six to feed 
and clothe. It is well that he was capable and had a good position as 
engineer of the Portage Water Department. 

The baby was given the middle name of Rush, after his Father. 
The years sped along and he soon entered the elementary school 
which his older sisters and brother attended. When school opened 
that certain September, Kittie took her young brother by the hand, 
walked him with the others and proudly presented him to the 
teacher in the first grade room. Fred liked his teacher, liked school 
and did exceptionally well in the 'three R's.' He had finished the 
second grade when Father decided to leave Portage. Father had 
come to realize that he could progress no farther there in his chosen 
vocation. He was urged by friends to come to Seattle as it was a 
growing, bustling, young city, with many opportunities. 

In the early part of 1888 the move was made. Father quickly 
found a position as engineer of the Seattle Cable Car System. Home 
was on Natchez Street which later became 19th Avenue. The chil- 
dren, including Fred, attended school regularly during the time that 
the family lived in Seattle, which was approximately five years. It 
was in 1893 that Father decided to change vocations and made the 
move to the farm in Missouri (as has been noted elsewhere in this 

Fred enjoyed life on the farm in Bates County, Missouri. He 
liked the freedom that open space allowed. He liked his pets. He 
liked going to school with his brothers and sisters. He liked to 
please Father and Mother with successful completion of daily chores. 

One day while Fred and Wilbur were hiking in the woods at the 
lower end of the farm they noted a crow's nest high in a tree. Fred 
climbed the tree and helped himself to a newly hatched young 
crow. He and Wilbur took it to the barn where a nest was made in 
a box. It took a few weeks of feeding and care by the two boys but 
in the end they were rewarded by having a very tame and mis- 
chievous crow which was a delight to all. 

It should be admitted, however, that the crow was not always a 
delight to Marie, age seven, and Raymond, three. Often while they 
were playing in the yard he would fly down from a tree and attempt 
to alight on their heads, causing them to scream and run. But Wil- 
bur, Fred and Louie enjoyed their pet. 

One time the boys discovered that rats had gnawed a hole in the 
floor of the corn-bin in the barn. There was a considerable amount 
of corn in one corner of the bin. The rats were a nuisance and 
Father wished to get rid of them. Fred conceived a plan. He tied a 
long string to a shingle and placed it on the floor beside the hole. 


The boys watched through a crack. Several rats arrived and were 
eating the corn when Fred pulled the string, sliding the shingle over 
the hole. The noise made the rats dash for their exit which no 
longer existed. Never were there such consternation and confusion 
among dumbfounded rats! They probably wondered, "Where did 
the hole go?" Their lives were quickly dispatched, giving a feeling 
of successful achievement to the boys. 

Fred was a normal, bright boy, who, among other things, loved to 
read. He enjoyed stories of adventure and exploration, of Indians 
and outlaws. He read tales of sheriffs who were 'quick on the draw' 
and because of this quickness were able to capture many a badman. 
The thought of being 'fastest on the draw' captured Fred's imagina- 
tion. He wondered if he could be fast in whipping out a sixshooter. 
He decided to explore the possibility. It so happened that Father 
kept a revolver in a dresser drawer in the downstairs bedroom where 
he and Mother slept. One morning Fred went into the bedroom 
and found the gun. When he saw that it was not loaded he placed 
it inside the belt of his trousers and began drawing it out quickly, 
aiming at his image in the mirror and pulling the trigger. Five times 
he repeated the procedure. Each time he seemed to improve. It 
seemed an easy maneuver. For the sixth time he placed the gun in 
his belt, hesitated a moment, then drew, aimed and pulled the trigger. 
There was a terrific bang and a shattering of the mirror! Fred was 
startled! He was frightened! What would Father say? Mother came 
rushing into the room. She, too, looked frightened. "What hap- 
pened?" she asked. "Oh Fred, are you all right? What were you 

Fred, who showed signs of crying, soon regained his composure 
and explained that he was practicing the 'fast draw.' Mother calmed 
him and said she was very glad he was not hurt. 

"But what will Father say?" asked Fred. 

Sometime later Mother met Father as he was coming in from the 
fields. She told him about the event of the morning. Fred rather 
dreaded his Father's arrival for he expected a scolding. However, to 
his relief. Father said, "Son, I'm blaming myself, not you. I thought 
I had taken all the shells out of that gun. I'm very thankful that you 
were not hurt." 

The broken-mirror episode ended Fred's interest in becoming a 
sheriff and being 'fastest on the draw.' 

The years passed along and Fred grew to young manhood. There 
was a serious side to his character which caused him lO think of his 
future. He often asked himself, "What work will I get into that I am 
fitted for? What can I make of myself? What about office work? 
What about railroad office work?" 

Father encouraged Fred to give careful consideration to the latter. 
Father was influenced by the success of his cousin, W. C. Brown, 
who learned telegraphy and started as an operator at Charles City, 
Iowa, for the Milwaukee and St. Paul Railroad. He advanced from 


that position, a step at a time, until he finally became president of 
the New York Central Railroad. 

Fred wrote a letter of application for office work and sent it to the 
Chicago, Burlington and Quincy Railroad. He received an answer 
and after further exchange of communications and the filling out of 
numerous forms, the reply came that he had been accepted. Fred 
was excited, yet filled with mixed emotions at the thought of leaving 
home and entering the business world. 

It was early in the year of 1899. The family had lived in Missouri 
for approximately five years. Father had become disillusioned about 
prospects of reasonable profits from farming in that area. He longed 
for the West, especially the State of Washington. He put the farm 
in the hands of realtors in the towns of Adrian and Butler and before 
long it was sold. 

It was just at this time that Fred received his assignment to report 
to the office of the Railroad in Chicago. It was a good looking, neatly 
dressed young man who said goodbye and waved farewell from the 
train. Mother had tears in her eyes, just as she did some time before 
when Wilbur left for Pleasant Hill, Missouri, where he had obtained 
a position. 

The family was growing smaller. Wilbur and Fred had left home. 
Kittie was gone also, for she had recently married. So when the 
family left Missouri in 1899 there were only five members — Father, 
Mother and the three children, Louie, Marie and Raymond. 

Fred liked the position in the office of the Chicago, Burlington and 
Quincy Railroad in Chicago. He found those with whom he worked 
to be very friendly, and he in turn was considerate of those with 
whom he was associated. Being endowed with a keen mind, he 
quickly learned the routine of handling the paper work in connec- 
tion with the purchasing, warehousing and shipment of supplies. He 
had found a suitable room in a private home, so it seems his first 
venture into a world away from home was working out satisfactorily. 
Mother wrote letters to him frequently and he was good about re- 
plying promptly. 

Fred's brother, Wilbur, had married Kathryn Zick on April 7, 
1899, and they were living in Pleasant Hill, Missouri. A letter which 
Kathryn wrote to our Mother mentions Fred: 

A letter from Fred to Wilbur received this morning tells of 
his promotion to Chief Clerk in the Supply Department. I am 
glad, for Fred is a good, deserving boy and we love him dearly. 
Tomorrow I will write and ask Fred to come down the morning 
of December 24th and be with us Xmas. He could leave here 
Xmas night and be back to work Tuesday morning. Will you 
insist upon his coming. Mother, for it will be so lonesome for 
him alone in Chicago? Your loving Kathryn." 

So Fred and Wilbur and Kathryn had Christmas together in St. 
Joseph, Missouri. 


Fred continued to advance in his work, winning the confidence of 
the top officers of the company. By 1908 he had shown such abiHty 
that he was asked if he would like to be placed in charge of the 
Supply Division in St. Joseph, Missouri. This was another promotion 
and Fred promptly answered in the affirmative. This decision meant 
more than was realized at the time because later, while living in St. 
Joseph, he met an attractive girl named Florence Westpheling who, 
in 1909, became his wife. Fred was now twenty-nine. Florence was 
born in St. Joseph on April 7, 1886, which would make her twenty- 
three. Their first child, Fred, Jr., was born June 9, 1910, and the 
second child, Claude Raymond, was born in Aurora, Illinois, Octo- 
ber 18, 1911. 

The Chicago, Burlington and Quincy Railroad had a semi-merger 
or working agreement with the Union Pacific. In 1912 the latter 
company asked if it might have Fred Brown as the general manager 
of its Warehousing and Supply Division in Portland, Oregon. Fred 
gladly accepted the assignment because he would then be closer to 
the other members of the family. Too, when given a choice, he 
preferred to live in the West. 

Fred's business activities for the next years are outlined in this 
article by his son, Claude: 

About 1918 father left the Railroad to become plant manager 
for the Guy M. Standifer Shipbuilding Corporation in Van- 
couver, Washington. He remained with this company until 
1921. With the closing of the yard and the selling of all the 
equipment. Dad left to become the first manager of the Port of 
Vancouver, a position he established and put on a firm business 
basis. While occupying this position he was admitted to practice 
before the Interstate Commerce Commission in Washington, 
D.C., as an expert in Inland Waterway Transportation. He 
made several trips to Washington, D.C., to appear before the 
Commission in connection with construction of the lower 
Columbia River Bridge at Long View, Washington. He argued 
for a high bridge rather than a draw-span which would impede 
water traffic to the Upper Columbia ports, including Portland 
and the Inland Empire. He was entirely successful with his 
arguments and today a high bridge stands at Long View. 

From 1932 to 1942 we lived in Portland where Dad was with 
the Army Engineers as an Inland Waterways specialist. His 
next move was to join the Guy F. Atkinson Construction Co. as 
auditor. This meant a move to Long Beach, California, where 
this Company had the contract to build the Naval Base. When 
this was completed he went with the same Company to Rich- 
land, Washington, during the construction of the Atomic Plant. 

After this. Dad and Mother moved back to Portland where 
he rejoined the Army Engineers with which organization he 
remained until his death. 


In his earlier adult life Dad loved fly fishing. Later we all 
went camping a good deal in summer months. This, Mother 
loved too. For a time he liked to play golf, but in later life Dad 
led a quieter life, enjoying bridge, at which he and Mother were 
experts, and reading, which always was his favorite pastime. 

Dad was a quiet, gentle man of deep convictions. He was 
respected and loved by all who knew him well. While he was 
serious minded, he also had a subtle sense of humor. He was an 
honorable man who had the love and loyalty of his family — 
and this was his greatest satisfaction. 

Descendants of Rush S. and Jane E. Brown 
Through their son, Fred R. Brown 


Frederick Rush Brown, Jr., born June 9, 1910, in St. Joseph, Mis- 
souri. Married Martha Wespheling. Frederick died September 9, 
1970, in Portland, Oregon. 

Claude Raymond Brown, born October 18, 1911, in Aurora, Illi- 
nois. Married Mary Jane Brown. She was born May 19, 1916, in 
Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Her father was Carl Samuel Brown. Her 
mother's maiden name was Madeline Ellen Dowling. 


Children of Frederick, Jr., and Martha Brown 
(Through Fred — Frederick, Jr.) 

James Timothy Brown 

Mary Frances Brown 

Molly Anne Brown 

Nancy Elizabeth Brown 

Stephen Brown 

Children of Claude and Mary Jane Brown 
(Through Fred — Claude) 

Bridget Ann Brown, born January 6, 1947. 

Michael Frederick Brown, born March 2, 1948. 

Paul Mathew Brown, born July 6, 1952. 

Claudia Ellen Brown, born March 19, 1953. 

Mary Kate Brown, born July 30, 1954. 

Molly Jennifer Brown, born March 13, 1964. 


Part II 

Chapter 8 


(Fifth child of Rush S. and Jane E. Brown) 

"Because he lived, a man in need 
Was grateful for a kindly deed 
And ever after tried to he 
As thoughtful and as fine as he." 
— Edgar Guest 

The fifth child of Rush S. and Jane E. Brown was born in Por- 
tage, Wisconsin, September 16, 1884. He was the newest arrival in 
a family in which he found two sisters and two brothers — Fred, who 
was four years old, Ansie, eleven, Kittie, six and Wilbur, eight. How 
busy Mother must have been with the cooking, sewing, laundering, 
housekeeping and the mothering of five healthy, active youngsters. 
One imagines the relief it must have been to Mother and Father when 
at night the children were tucked away cozily in bed. 

Louie was three when goodbyes to Portage were said and the move 


was made to Seattle. There Father became the engineer at the plant 
where power was developed to operate the cable car system. In due 
time Louie started to school and thoroughly enjoyed it. One after- 
noon, on returning home, he was beaming with satisfaction and said, 
"Mama, I can write! I can write, 'I see a cat.' Let me show you!" 
Pencil and paper were found and Louie wrote the sentence correctly. 
But the amusing discovery to Mother was the manner in which he 
wrote the sentence. He began at the right hand side of the paper 
and wrote the sentence backwards! It was perfectly copied from the 
teacher's blackboard. It began with 't' and ended on the left with a 
capital 'I'. Mother praised her little son for his achievement as a 
sentence writer, realizing that his elation was good for the growth 
of a healthy ego. Soon enough, perhaps tomorrow, he would learn 
that sentences are written from left to right. 

Louie was sixteen when the family moved to the farm at Manor. 
He was a capable and conscientious boy and Father found that he 
could assume responsibility and be depended upon to assist greatly 
with the work. During the haying season he would work atop the 
hay on the wagon as the men on the ground pitched it up to him. He 
could keep the load growing evenly and symetrically so that there 
would be no slip-off as the huge load of loose hay traveled toward 
the barn. During the thrashing season he could be seen high up at 
the front of the thrashing machine. His job was to cut the twine on 
the bundles of grain as they were tossed up to him on their way to 
the mouth of the separator where roaring rotating disks separated 
the grain from the straw. 

When it came to laying out and digging a drainage ditch, Louie 
could take a ball of twine with several small stakes and a shovel and 
in a few days have as straight a ditch as was ever mapped by a 
surveying crew. 

With the work of re-roofing the large barn. Father gave his seven- 
teen year old son much responsibility. Louie responded by using 
the chalk line with accuracy and nailing the shakes neatly in their 
long, straight rows. A hired man carried the bundles of shakes up 
the ladder and placed them where needed. When the job was com- 
pleted, Louie was given the credit for as good-looking and neat a 
roof as ever was put on a barn. 

How good it is for any young man's ego to be praised for suc- 
cessful achievements! Father and Mother assigned their children 
tasks which were within their ability to perform and gave praise 
for successes. Such recognition surely contributed to the develop- 
ment of normal, healthy egos. 

Manor had a good baseball team which was supported enthusias- 
tically by the community. The uniforms were gray with blue trim, 
and the word manor appeared across the shirt front. In the league 
were the villages of Pioneer, Eureka, Camas, Brush Prairie and 
others. One of the best players covered second base. He was Louie 


Not far from the house, at the edge of the orchard, there were two 
bee hives which contained vigorously active swarms of bees. It was 
surmised that there must be a goodly supply of honey in those hives. 
How to get it was a topic which had been discussed many times. It 
was remembered that bees could sting! One time Louie overheard a 
neighbor telling Father how, when he wanted to take honey from 
his bee hives, he 'smoked the bees' — that is, he blew smoke into the 
hives. This rendered the bees harmless and the honey could be taken 
with ease. The next day Father and Mother drove into Vancouver. 
Louie thought about 'smoking the bees', and how pleased the folks 
would be to find a pan of honey when they returned. How delighted 
they would be that he, Louie, had solved the honey problem. Al- 
though Father did not smoke, there was a cigar in the house that had 
been given to him. Louie got the cigar. He proceeded cautiously 
around to the back of one of the hives, lit the cigar, bent down and 
blew smoke into a small screened vent hole. He stayed in this bent- 
over position, puffing and blowing smoke into the hive for ten or 
more minutes until he thought the bees must be stupified into a 
harmless state. Now to get the honey! When he stood up he suddenly 
found he was not steady on his feet — the trees in the orchard, the 
house and the ground were blurred and going 'round and 'round. He 
felt dizzy. He felt sick to his stomach and he lost his breakfast. He 
got to the house, then to his bed and lay down. When the folks got 
back from town some time later, they found a very pale, chagrined 
son. He explained what had happened and how much he had wanted 
to surprise them. He was assured that they sympathized with his 
desire to please and appreciated his motive. The next day Louie was 
himself again. It should be added that in his entire life that was the 
first and last time he ever smoked any form of tobacco — or tried to 
get honey out of a bee hive. 

On an adjacent farm lived Addie Bolin, an attractive girl, with 
whom Louie fell in love. The romance developed and they set a 
wedding date. On December 14, 1904, in Vancouver, Washington, 
they were married. A home was established in Leavenworth, Wash- 
ington, where Louie went to work for the Great Northern Railroad 
as a fireman. The work was extremely strenuous, for in those days of 
coal-burning engines all coal was shoveled by hand into the roaring 
furnace of the enormous locomotives. Louie was not a large, robust 
man and it was a miracle that he survived those years of man-killing 
toil, shoveling tons of coal into a furnace which burned it as fast as 
two hands and a youthful body could supply it. 

Louie's perseverance and conscientious attention to details at- 
tracted the notice of officials. After a few years as a fireman he 
was promoted to engineer and given a switch-engine position in the 
freight yards in the Interbay section of Seattle. Compared to the 
work as fireman on trains out of Leavenworth, this was far less 
strenuous and, on the whole, Louie enjoyed it. An opportunity arose 
for him to transfer to similar work in Vancouver, Washington, and 


then in Portland. Louie accepted both of these changes. 

An incident occurred while he was engineer of a switch-engine in 
the Portland yards where passenger trains were made up. While 
switching a private car and connecting it onto a passenger train, 
Louie learned that the occupant of the private car, with his staff, was 
W. C. Brown, president of the New York Central Railroad. Louie 
knew that W. C. Brown was a first cousin of his Father and sent a 
message to him in his car. In a few minutes appeared our distin- 
guished cousin, walking along past the various coaches up to the 
engine, where he greeted Louie warmly. They exchanged greetings 
and family information for some time. The remainder of the train 
crew stood back in open-eyed astonishment as they saw the railroad 
president and their engineer in such informal and enjoyable conver- 
sation. Among other things, W. C. Brown wanted to know about 
his first cousin. Rush S. Brown, for they had known each other well 
in former years. As the train had to be made up, goodbyes were said 
and Mr. Brown returned to his private car. 

The goal of any young man starting as a fireman on a railroad is 
to become eventually a passenger-train engineer. This was true of 
Louie, and it came to pass. He was punctual, capable, conscientious 
and most dependable — traits which earned him recognition. In due 
time he was promoted to the position of freight-train engineer and 
finally became a passenger-train engineer on the S.P. and S. (Seattle, 
Portland and Spokane Railroad). He had reached his goal and had 
his own regular run. 

After a year or two, it occurred to Louie that there was no higher 
attainment to strive for in railroading. He had become tied firmly 
to engines, time-schedules, semiphores, speed, curves, bridges, lunch- 
pails, overalls and cows-on-the track. Was this the end? Was this, 
after all, what he really wanted? Surely there must be something 
more satisfying to his constant inner urge for greater achievement. 

He realized he was still a young man, only thirty! He now had 
two sons — Donald, who was born September 22, 1905, and Stanley, 
born May 25, 1913. Louie wondered, as he contemplated the future, 
"Why not enjoy the independence and the open-air freedom of a 
farm?" After many periods of discussion with his wife, Addie, the 
die was cast. It would be a farm, preferably back at Manor, Wash- 
ington, where he and Addie had lived as youths. 

The farm he selected and purchased was adjacent to the home 
where he had lived with his folks as a seventeen, eighteen and nine- 
teen year old young man. It was a level farm with good soil, an 
orchard, a home and a large barn. Here Louie, Addie and the two 
boys, Donald and Stanley, proceeded to carry on the usual farm 
activities — growing crops such as potatoes, corn and hay, raising 
pigs for the market, keeping chickens for egg production and in 
general living a healthful, satisfying life. Louie was a perfectionist. 
There could not be a weed in his large potato fields. The rows of corn 
had to be straight. The cows had to be the best Jerseys, the pigs, the 


best Berkshires and the chickens, the best White Leghorns. He took 
pride in the farm— in its neatness, its orderHness and the excellent 
crops it produced. For thirty years the interests and activities of 
Louie and Addie revolved around the farm and community at Manor, 
Clark County, Washington. 

Louie found great interest in homely, unusual events which arose 
in farm life. For example, in a swamp at the lower end of his farm 
he discovered a nest of wild Mallard ducks. There were fourteen 
eggs. Quickly a thought flashed through his mind and he went into 
action — take eight of the eggs and place them under a setting-hen 
in an eggless nest in the barn. The thought was converted into a 
reality and in a couple of weeks there appeared in the barnyard a 
mother hen with eight very pretty ducklings. She was proud of her 
offspring, never realizing they were not of her own kind. She became 
very concerned when, one morning after a rain, the youngsters 
found a pool of water and went swimming with enthusiasm and 
delight, while the mother-hen clucked and clucked with astonish- 
ment. In due time the wild ducks were tame ducks and were a great 
satisfaction to Louie. They were beautifully colored and pretty to 
look at. Their wings were kept clipped so they could not fly away. 
However, after a year or so, Louie let their wings grow. One morning 
he felt a tinge of sadness as he saw his ducks rise upwards and soar 
away to join a flock of Mallards which were flying overhead. They 
had answered the call of the wild. 

Louie's musical talent was evidenced by his ability to play the 
harmonica. Let any tune be mentioned, especially a folk song, and 
he would dash it off with confidence. A scene never to be forgotten 
was a social gathering of neighbors with Louie, seated at the piano, 
playing chords to accompany his harmonica. This small instrument 
was held in his mouth by a rod and wire support resting on his 
shoulders. His music struck a happy response from his listeners. It 
lifted them out of the commonplace into a state of wholesome en- 
joyment. They liked to hear such good old tunes as Annie Laurie, 
My Old Kentucky Home, Rock of Ages, We're Tenting Tonight, 
Home on the Range and numerous others. 

Louie was now in his sixties and his age began to suggest that the 
hard work and heavy lifting, which is a part of farm work, should be 
curtailed. What should be the next move? Why not Southern Cali- 
fornia? He liked the thought. It was not long before the farm was 
sold and Louie and Addie were on the way to Orange. There in 1943 
he rented the home and walnut orchard, which had formerly been 
owned by our Uncle John McDonald. For the next three years Louie 
raised turkeys. Again, his turkeys had to be the very best. Anything 
less than the best was not good enough for him, so success in the 
venture was inevitable. 

Age spoke again, and this time suggested that he retire. He bought 
a home in Fullerton, California. It was a neat, modest, almost new 
house with a large backyard containing avocado, orange and lemon 


trees. There was plenty of space for flowers, and he and Addie 
found enjoyment in producing beautiful blooms. As time marched 
on the years took their toll. Louie's heart began to weaken. On the 
morning of December 14, 1966, it stopped. So, at the age of eighty- 
two, the fifth child of Rush and Jennie Brown was called to rest. 
Louie's son, Stanley, paid this tribute to his father: 

Dad had a great many very fine qualities. He was one of the 
kindliest of men and would not purposely offend anyone. He 
radiated affection for his relatives and friends. Children loved 
him. Visitors were given a warm greeting and made to feel that 
the welcome mat was always out. Dad took pride in his per- 
sonal appearance and was well and appropriately dressed on all 

Dad was a good neighbor and accommodating to a fault. 
He was generous in his dealings with others, feeling that 
everyone should receive full value for everything due him, 
with a little more thrown in for good measure. 

The works of nature were appreciated by Dad. On the farm 
he received great satisfaction from assisting nature in grow- 
ing finer plants which were his commercial crops. After re- 
tirement he enjoyed keeping a neat yard with beautiful flower 

Dad lived a good life, never indulging in questionable habits 
such as smoking or drinking. He was a fine father to his two 
sons — my brother, Donald, and me. 


Descendants of Rush S. and Jane E. Brown 
Through their son, Louie 


Donald L. Broivn, born September 22, 1905, in Leavenworth, 
Washington. Married Delma Irene Jones June 2, 1928, in Vancou- 
ver, Washington. She was born January 15, 1911, in Fort Blakely, 

Stanley K. Brown, born May 25, 1913, in Portland, Oregon. 
Married Lorraine Morris, 1940. Divorced, 1944. Married Florence 
Mae Pascoe, 1950. She was born August 12, 1915, in Butte, Mon- 
tana. Her father was Benjamin Pascoe. Her mother's maiden name 
was Christiana Rowe. 


Children of Donald and Delma Brown 

(Through Louie — Donald) 

Keith Donald Brown, born September 4, 1930, in Creswell, 

Oregon. Married Betty Claree Huff, January 12, 1952, in San 

Luis Obispo, California. She was born April 14, 1933, in Oasis, 

Utah. Her father was Stanford C. Huff. Her mother's maiden 

name was Fay Hazel Johns. 

Kent Louis Brown, born April 30, 1932, in Oakridge, Oregon. 

Married Bobby Ann Peterson, November 20, 1954, in Salem, 

Oregon. She was born July 9, 1935, in Ephraim, Utah. Her father 

was Peter A. Peterson. Her mother's maiden name was Druzella 


Bonnie Gail Brown, adopted, born April 4, 1943, in Eugene, 


Children of Stanley and Lorraine Brown 

(Through Louie — Stanley) 

Kenneth Raymond Brown, born June 23, 1941, in Los Angeles, 
California. Married Sharon Jo Williams. She was born January 
22, 1941, in Clarksburg, West Virginia. 

Ronald Vernon Brown, born July 1, 1943, in Hollywood, Cali- 
fornia. Married Susan Rae Snyder. She was born September 20, 
1943, in Tulsa Oklahoma. Her father was Raymond Snyder. Her 
mother's maiden name was Rosalie Mauler. 


Children of Stanley and Florence Brown 
(Through Louie — Stanley) 

Susan Florence Brown, born February 12, 1954, in Los Angeles, 


Gary Stanley Brown, born May 22, 1952, in Van Nuys, California. 


Children of Keith and Betty Brown 
(Through Louie — Donald — Keith) 

Debra Fay Brown, born October 7, 1952, at Pasco, Washington. 

Nadine Gayle Brown, born April 27, 1954, in Oakridge, Oregon. 

Tammara Claree Brown, born March 27, 1963, in Kennewick, 


Children of Kent and Bobbie Brown 
(Through Louie — Donald — Kent) 

Steven Kent Brown, born April 28, 1956, in Norfolk, Virginia. 

Roderick Alan Brown, born October 3, 1957, in Battle Creek, 


Terry Ann Brown, born December 25, 1958, in Battle Creek, 


Cindy Lee Brown, born February 15, 1961, in Albany, Oregon. 

Children of Kenneth and Sharon Brown 

(Through Louie — Stanley — Kenneth) 

Kenneth Robert Brown, born October 14, 1961, in Encino, Cali- 

Charles Louis Brown, born March 25, 1963, in Encino, California. 
Brenda Jo Brown, born May 23, 1964, in Encino, California. 
Daniel Evan Brown, born April 2, 1968, in Encino, CaHfornia. 

Children of Ronald and Susan Brown 

(Through Louie — Stanley — Ronald) 

Ronald Vernon Brown, Jr., born September 18, 1966, in Pano- 
rama City, California. 

Michael Patrick Brown, born April 2, 1968, in Los Angeles, Cali- 


Part II 


1888 - ig6g 

(Sixth child of Rush 5. and Jane E. Brown) 

She asked no rewards except those which come from unceasing love 
and devotion to her family and friends. 

Marie was born November 25, 1888, while the family was living 
at the Natchez Street address in Seattle. There were five older 
brothers and sisters in the family when she arrived. The oldest was 
Ansie who was fifteen and the youngest was Louie who was four. 
They welcomed the new baby sister into their midst. Kittie said, 
"She's as pretty as a picture." The six children and Father and 
Mother made eight in the home. Quite a houseful! Considering the 
economics of the situation, it was fortunate that Father had a good 
position as engineer for the Madison Street Cable Car System. 

Marie spent the first five years of her life among her five brothers 
and sisters in Seattle. After the birth of a seventh child in 1893, the 
family moved to the farm in Bates County, Missouri. That was the 


Brown home for the next five years. During those years Marie 
started and attended school in the one-room school house, which 
was situated about a mile down the road toward Adrian. She liked 
to get ready each morning and, with her older brothers and sisters, 
start off for those youthful activities, which are usual for the years 
of five, six, seven, eight and nine. 

Her particular joy at home was a pet raccoon which Fred and 
Wilbur found in a hollow log in the woods down by the Grand River. 
It was less than a week old at the time. Marie was faithful in feeding 
it warm milk from a bottle equipped with a nipple. The raccoon 
grew and developed into an interesting and very amusing pet. Marie 
liked to see him wash his food in water before eating it. 

Sad to say, at the age of three years the raccoon met an untimely 
death. On an exploring expedition into the barn, while trying to 
solve the mystery of stalls and hay-mows, he discovered and ate 
some fly poison. That was the end of the pet raccoon. As little girls 
are wont to do on such occasions, Marie wept. 

After five years of experience with agriculture in Missouri, Father 
found he enjoyed farming. He discovered an inner satisfaction in 
growing bountiful crops — planting the seeds, watching them grow 
and reaping the harvest. However, he knew he would rather be out 
West with a farm, preferably in the state of Washington. So, as 
related elsewhere, late in the year 1899 the family was comfortably 
located on the farm at Manor, Clark County, Washington. The 
family was smaller now. There were just three children left at 
home — Louie, sixteen, Marie, eleven and Raymond, six. 

There during the next eight years, until the farm was sold, Marie 
enjoyed the many wholesome, youthful experiences found in a rural 
community. When she was eleven a friend gave her a white kitten 
which was her constant delight and favorite pet. The kitten grew 
into a beautiful white cat which seemed to enjoy the attention be- 
stowed upon it by Marie. All was well until tragedy struck. The cat 
slept in the barn. One cold night, instead of bedding down in the 
hay-mow, he found a nice warm spot in some straw where a cow 
had been lying. The cat curled up and went soundly to sleep. How- 
ever, the cow decided to lie down again, not knowing there was 
another occupant of her bed sleeping directly beneath her. The next 
morning when Louie went to the barn to start milking he found the 
white cat in a very flattened condition, apparently having given up 
all nine lives at one time. Marie cried. The situation was somewhat 
alleviated for her when Father found a suitable box and Whitey was 
given a burial befitting his status. 

Marie's other pet was a yellow canary. It was not only a pleasure 
for her, but for all of us, because there was never a canary that sang 
more beautifully. 

One rainy day, as Marie and Raymond were returning home 
across the fields from a neighbors, they came upon a rabbit, which 
apparently was ill. At least it was stretched out in the grass as 


though it might be dying. Marie said, "Oh, the poor thing. Let's 
take it home and see if we can make it well." The rabbit offered no 
resistance. On reaching home, explanations were made to Mother. 
Marie found a box, put some cloths in it and lifted the sick rabbit 
into the box. It was placed near the kitchen stove for warmth. Before 
going to bed that night, Marie took a look at the poor thing still in 
its bed in the box, seeming to be unconscious. 

During the night a miracle must have happened, for in the morn- 
ing when the folks got up, they found a very-much-alive rabbit 
dashing about looking for an exit. Marie came down stairs, delighted 
with the success of her nursing attempt. She opened a door, the 
rabbit rushed out and left for parts unknown. However, Marie 
began to wonder if it were all worthwhile when she was seen later 
with a broom and dustpan cleaning up after the overnight guest who 
evidently had very bad manners. 

Marie enjoyed the years at Manor. She was the picture of health 
and the most attractive girl in all of that farming area. She learned 
to play the piano and accompanied singers at programs, which were 
given occasionally at the Oddfellows Hall. She was also asked to 
play the piano with Elisha Stenger and his fiddle for the dancing 
that began at the conclusion of a formal program. This created a 
problem for Marie as she was a good dancer and the young men 
insisted that she 'come and dance.' Minnie Cain could play chords to 
accompany the fiddle music so Marie had her opportunities for danc- 
ing, which she dearly loved. The waltz was popular, but it was square 
dancing that brought everybody onto the floor. Elisha Stenger and 
his fiddle were at their best with Turkey In The Straw, Chicken Reel, 
etc. Marie and Louie were active and enthusiastic leaders in their 
respective squares and, both being excellent dancers, added greatly 
to the success of the occasions. Marie had a good singing voice. On 
one of the programs she and Miss Allie Nunn, the school teacher, 
sang a duet. Whispering Hope. It was beautifully done. The audi- 
ence reacted with long applause. 

By 1908 father's health was failing to such an extent that he 
realized he could no longer do his part in carrying on the activities 
of the farm. This was a great disappointment as he had enjoyed 
producing and marketing bumper crops. However, a change had to 
be made, and the farm was sold. Goodbye parties were held and 
Marie said farewell to her many girl friends and boy friends. Before 
long she and the family were on their way to Seattle. There were 
now at home just four in the family — Father, Mother, Marie and 
Raymond. Louie had married and gone to work for the Great North- 
ern Railroad. Father did not have long to live in Seattle. His health 
became seriously worse and on July 18, 1909, he passed away. 

In the same year Marie met George Pinkham. A genuine romance 
developed and flourished from the first meeting. George was the 
gallant type, polite and courteous, remembering all special occasions 
with flowers or candy. He was property man for all stage produc- 


tions at the Moore Theater in Seattle. It was at this theater that all 
the fine plays and musicals stopped while on tour. George arranged 
for Marie to have a good seat for each. The courtship led to a wed- 
ding which took place in 1910 in the home at 340 West 50th Street, 

Marie, as a new bride, took pleasure in decorating and arranging 
all of the details that go to make a cozy and attractive apartment. 
She settled quickly and easily into the routine of good housekeeping 
and the preparation of wholesome meals. George enjoyed his work 
at the Moore Theater. 

They were made especially happy when on August 8, 1911, their 
first child arrived. She was given the name of Mary Elizabeth. Marie 
said, "Just what we wanted, a baby girl." 

Within a couple of years George obtained a lot on West 51st Street 
and began the important project of building a home. Eventually it 
was completed — and a comfortable, two-story home it was. Here 
they lived for many years. 

It was while living in the home on West 51st Street that two more 
children were born — George, Jr., on May 12, 1914, and Jeannette 
Ida, on August 4th, 1919. These were active years for Marie and 
George, the years of friends and entertainment, the years of rela- 
tives, dinners and the theater, the years of caring for three children. 

Some excerpts from Mother's diary are appropriate here: 

Seattle. May 12, 1928. George took Marie, the children and 
myself to see The Little Shepherd of Kingdom Come. I liked the 
book better. 

August 2, 1928. Mary, Evelyn, and I went downtown this 
morning to buy knick-knacks for Jeanette's birthday party. 
Nine girls are invited. She is nine years old. I bought bedroom 
slippers for her. 

August 6, 1931. When we arrived at Seattle today, we were 
told that Marie had been at the hospital all day, since 4:00 a.m. 
and that Mary Elizabeth and Lloyd were the happy parents of a 
son named Samuel Robert Lewis. 

This event made Marie a grandmother for the first time and inci- 
dentally it made our Mother, Jane E. Brown, a great-grandmother 
for the fourth time. 

In the course of time George approached retirement age. Then the 
question arose as to what to do next and where to live. Should they 
remain in the home that they had occupied for many years — the 
home in which their three children had been reared? Or was this the 
appropriate time to make a change? As Marie and George talked of 
plans for the future, it became more and more apparent that their 
interest lay in a change to Southern California. 

It was in 1949 that the decision was made to sell the Seattle home 
and make the move. It was not an easy change to make. Many good 


friends had been made during those active years when home was on 
West 51st Street. There were not only friends to leave, but there 
were also relatives from which to be separated. 

On arriving in Southern California, and after visiting relatives, a 
search was started for a suitable home. The home they liked best and 
the one they bought was located at the corner of El Molino and 
Sacramento Streets in Altadena. (Altadena joins Pasadena on the 
north.) It was an attractive five-room home, rather compact, but 
comfortable. Marie took pride in arranging the furniture and decora- 
tions in a pleasing manner, while George worked at improving the 
landscaping of the yard. In a short time they were well established 

During those years the nationally known Pasadena Playhouse was 
enjoying its greatest popularity. George, who was finding time to 
spare, wondered if he should visit the stage manager to talk about 
part-time employment. He could not work full-time because of 
Social Security regulations. George had had years of experience as 
property-man and stage manager of theaters in Seattle. As the result 
of an interview at the Playhouse he was assured of all the employ- 
ment the regulations would permit and George went back to work. 

Marie was happy to be living in Southern California, not only 
because of the warm climate, but principally because she was close 
to her three brothers and a daughter. Wilbur was living in Pasa- 
dena, Louie in Fullerton, Raymond in Arcadia and her daughter, 
Mary, in San Diego. So Marie and George had frequent visits to 
and visits from relatives. 

Mary and her children were visiting Marie and George in the home 
on El Molino Street when Marie had a stroke. It came on suddenly. 
She lost, temporarily, the power of speech and much of the use of 
her left arm. Under the doctor's treatment, in the course of a few 
weeks she regained control of the arm and her speech gradually 
improved. However, it never returned to its former fluency. For the 
rest of her life, if she talked at a normal speed, there would be a 
blockage and she would have to slow down and express herself 
hesitatingly. In spite of this slight handicap she always kept her same 
sweet, cheerful disposition. 

Otherwise, Marie and George had very satisfactory years in Alta- 
dena. However, George always had a certain love for the Seattle 
area and often felt an inner urge to return. It may be that part of this 
feeling stemmed from the fact that he had a sister and a brother who 
had homes on Vashon Island, across the Sound from Seattle. Also, 
it must be remembered that Marie and George owned a small home 
on Vashon Island, which was usually rented, but which they could 
have at any time. 

It took some talking on George's part to get Marie to acquiesce 
to the idea of going back to the north. She realized, however, that 
George had made up his mind and wanted to return. So in 1958 the 
home on El Molino Street was sold, a moving van was hired, good- 


byes were said and home for Marie and George was transferred to 
Vashon Island. 

The Island home was comfortable, though small. The summers 
were beautiful and the winters rainy. Eventually age began to leave 
its mark on both of them. George seemed to be failing more rapidly 
than Marie. His legs were partially paralyzed. His voice was weak. 
On October 26th, 1967, a letter from Marie said that George had 
been in the West Seattle Hospital since October 18th, that he was 
being fed intravenously and that he had pneumonia. Age was the 
deciding factor in making it impossible to overcome the disease and 
George failed to recover. 

Marie lived on, in the Vashon Island home. Her son, George, Jr., 
who was somewhat incapacitated with Parkinson's Disease, came to 
live with her and this arrangement proved very satisfactory. By this 
time age was producing a frail condition in Marie. She was now, in 
September 1968, in her eightieth year. She was quite stooped with 
an uncomfortable back, but did not let this affliction prevent her 
from keeping the home neat and orderly. She prepared meals and 
George, Jr. helped with the dishes and did the shopping. Her strength 
was waning perceptibly and her body weakening generally. It was 
deemed advisable to place her in a hospital for tests and treatments. 
While in the Swedish Hospital in Seattle, she fell and broke her hip 
and left arm. This meant the beginning of the end and she seemed 
to sense it. Her daughter, Jeanette, took her by plane to her home 
near Shreveport, Louisiana. Sometime after her arrival Marie had a 
severe stroke which brought about her demise in February, 1969. 
Thus came to its conclusion a life whose love was so generously 
poured out on her cherished relatives. 

Her daughter, Jeanette, wrote the following: 

Mother was a lovely and attractive girl, as shown by a picture 
taken in her youthful years. Her nature was usually winsome 
and optimistic, though during her life there were occasional 
events which must have produced an internal saddening effect. 
It was never shown outwardly, however. Her disposition and 
manner were always those of softness, kindness and tenderness. 

The arts were given a conspicuous prominence in our home. 
Father did very well with oil painting. Mother played the piano. 
Among us three children, Mary Elizabeth had violin lessons, 
George cello lessons, and I, voice training. 

There were also recreation, fun and good things to eat in our 
home. Mother made tasty Lady Baltimore cakes and Pineapple 
Upsidedown cakes, too. What delicious treats they were. It is 
easy to recall in memory the wonderful roast-beef dinners and 
the complimentary comments of guests. 

Mother always had a delightful fragrance about her and 
thoroughly enjoyed perfumes and cosmetics. They were her first 
request if offered a choice of luxuries. During the depression 


years, however, drastic economy was required when only a 
"good dress" or two and one "good coat" were the rule and not 
the exception. Mother denied herself what would ordinarily be 
necessary items in order to keep us children neatly and warmly 

By 1968 we were all saddened by seeing that age was showing 
its effect on Mother. She was very frail. The death of her hus- 
band, George, the year previous, had a depressing effect on her. 
While in a nursing home she fell, breaking her hip and an arm. 
Later, when able to walk a few steps, she was brought to our 
home at Barksdale AFB in Louisiana. It was thought she could 
improve by staying with us. A week after arrival a major stroke 
completely paralyzed her. She no longer could speak. She was 
placed in a nursing home where everything possible could be 
done. She, however, as well as all of us, realized the end was 
near and it mercifully came. She now lies beside her husband 
on Vashon Island, near Seattle. 

Descendants of Rush S. and Jane E. Brown 

Through their daughter, Marie 
and her husband, George W. Pinkham 


Mary Elizabeth Pinkham, born August 18, 1911, in Seattle, 
Washington. Married Sam Lloyd Lewis, 1929. He was born in Waco, 
Texas, December 24, 1907, and died in Seattle, September 23, 1962. 

George Albert Pinkham, born February 2, 1914, in Seattle. Mar- 
ried Tottie Stephenson, 1938. He died September 9, 1970. 

Jeanette Ida Pinkham, born August 4, 1914, in Seattle. Mar- 
ried Maurice Currie Pepin, March 5, 1942, in Seattle. He was born 
April 4, 1917, in Bottineau, North Dakota. His father was George 
Joseph Pepin, born January 12, 1881. His mother's maiden name 
was Viola Marcella Nero, born December 22, 1955, in Denver, 


The son of Mary Elizabeth and Sam Lloyd Lewis 

(Through Marie — Mary Elizabeth) 

Sam Robert Lewis, born August 6, 1931, in Seattle. Married Jessie 
Stark, June 10, 1954. She born September 19, 1934, in Hutchinson, 
Kansas. Her father's name was Stephen Pierce Stark. Her mother's 
maiden name was Elsie Fountain. 


The children of Mary EHzabeth and Barrent Vrooman (Mary EHza- 
beth's second husband) 
(Through Marie — Mary EHzabeth) 

Tom Vrooman, born 1944 in Redondo Beach, California. Died an 

accidental death, 1965, in Nevada. 

Ronald Vrooman, born 1946, in Los Angeles. Married Ann 

Jeffries, 1965. 

Nicholas Vrooman, born 1948, in San Diego, California. He was 

killed in action in the Vietnam War, May 24, 1970. 

The children of George Albert and Tottie Pinkham 

(Through Marie — George Albert) 
Todd Pinkham, born 1938, in Seattle. 

Rodd Pinkham, born 1940, in Seattle. He was killed in an auto- 
mobile accident, 1964. 

The children of Jeanette and Maurice Currie Pepin 

(Through Marie — Jeanette) 

Maury Barlow Pepin, born November 17, 1949, in Pasadena, Cali- 

Elizabeth Jane Pepin, born April 28, 1952, in Washington, D.C. 
Kathryn Amy Pepin, born December 22, 1955, in Denver, Colo- 


The children of Sam Robert and Jessie Lewis 
(Through Marie — Mary Elizabeth — Sam Robert Lewis) 

David Neal Lewis, born August 29, 1957. 

Marcia Lynn Lewis, born April 6, 1959. 

Brad Lee Lewis, born January 18, 1961. 

The daughter of Ronald and Ann Vrooman 
(Through Marie — Mary Elizabeth — Ronald Vrooman) 
Mary Odessa Vrooman 


Part II 

Chapter lo 



(Seventh child of Rush S. and Jane E. Brown) 

God's in His heaven — All's right with the world. 

— Browning 

I WAS THE LAST of the seven children of Rush and Jennie (Jane) 
Brown. I recall that after reaching middle age I wrote to Mother on 
one of my birthdays, saying, "How glad I am that you decided to 
have seven children and did not stop with six. It has been good to 
have the experience of life on this planet. Even though the time 
allotted to us here is short, I would not wish to miss it." So thanks 
be to Mother and Father that there were seven of us children and 
not just six! 

I was born June 5, 1893, in the home on Natchez Street in Seattle. 
Mother afterward related: "It was a beautiful June morning and as 
I looked out the window I could see Mt. Rainier, rising clearly and 
majestically above the Cascade Mountains. I thought right then, 


"We'll give the baby a middle name of Rainier." The first name, 
Raymond, was given in honor of the dominant figure on the Ameri- 
can stage at the time, an actor by the name of John T. Raymond. 

When I was three months old the family left Seattle and began life 
on the farm at Adrian, Missouri. There were eight in the family — 

r* -^ ff 


at age four years eleven months 

Father, Mother and six of us children, ranging in age from Wilbur 
down to me. During those years Father became convinced that he 
would rather live out West again, and preferably in the state of 
Washington. So early in 1899 the farm was sold and the move was 
made to the farm at Manor in Clark County, Washington. There 
were only three of us children in the home by then, as Wilbur, Fred 
and Kittie had stayed in Missouri. Kittie had married. Wilbur and 
Fred, who were now young men, had good positions with well- 
known companies and wished to remain with them. 

The years from 1900 to 1908, from the time I was six until 1 was 
fifteen, were happy ones for me. The farm at Manor was a good 
place for a boy of that age. Each year was filled with adventures. 

School was an adventure. The first two years Marie and I vyent to 
the one-room school which was a quarter of a mile walk up the road. 
Father was one of the three elected school trustees and was the 
leader in the movement which brought about the construction of a 
fine new two-room building. It was in the so-called 'upper room,' in 
grades five, six, seven and eight, that I won many mental skirmishes 


with textbooks and maps. Each school subject had its interests for a 
boy. I Hked arithmetic, spelUng, geography, reading and all the 
other subjects. The last hour of each Friday afternoon was given over 
to a spelling bee or a contest of a similar nature. After one of these 
occasions I went home thrilled with a feeling of elation to tell Mother 
that I had won an arithmetic contest involving all of the pupils in the 
room. (Two of us at a time were sent to the blackboard. The teacher 
read a problem which we wrote on the blackboard and at the com- 
mand of 'go' we proceeded to do the multiplying or dividing or 
whatever process was necessary). So the school had its satisfactions 
for a boy. 

There were daily chores and other work to be done on the farm. 
Louie was a big help to Father until he married and went to work 
for the Great Northern Railroad. After he left, Father kept a hired 
man. Naturally, more chores fell to me. There were always twenty 
to thirty Jersey cows to be brought in from the fields for milking 
each morning and evening. The milk was put through the cream 
separator. The pigs had to be fed; so did the horses, cows, calves and 
chickens. During the summer the hay had to be cut, the grain har- 
vested, the corn cultivated and later cut into ensilage and blown into 
the silo. There were the fall apples to be picked and stored away for 
winter. These were just a few of the constantly occurring tasks on 
our typical farm. 

My first job for pay was waterboy for a group of road workers 
who were rebuilding the dirt road which passed along our farm. The 
pay was fifty cents per day. The twenty days the work lasted pro- 
duced ten dollars, which seemed like a small fortune to an eight 
year old boy. The next job was planting corn by hand on a neighbor- 
ing farm. This paid ten cents an hour, but only for a few days. How 
thrilling it was to earn money! 

I was ten years old when a minor accident happened. Mother told 
about it in a letter written to my sister Kittie: 

Dear Kit, I think I did not tell you how Raymond cut his wrist. 
He and Allie Higdon and George Anderson were teasing Ben 
Bennett (the clerk at the store) and he jokingly told some of the 
large boys to 'put them out,' which they did. Raymond turned 
as they were closing the door (which has panes of glass in it) 
and put up his hand to prevent its closing. His hand struck 
through the glass and the jagged edges cut his wrist dreadfully. 
One of the tendons was severed. He came on home with a 
handkerchief tied around it (Mrs. Higdon tied it) and we took 
him to town. The doctor gave him chloroform and sewed the 
ends of the tendon together with two stitches and took eight 
more stitches in the skin around it. It has healed nicely and will 
soon be strong. 

In spite of all the work to be done by a boy on a farm, there was 


time for recreation. Mother showed me how to make kites. Father 
helped me make a small windmill. How it would whirl when a brisk 
wind blew! There were games with neighboring boys such as ante- 
over and one-old cat. At the age of fourteen we formed a baseball 
team. On rainy Sunday afternoons, when other youngsters came 
to our house, Marie and I would entertain them by getting out the 
game of 'Authors' or 'Flinch' in which we all could join. On warm 
summer days we would find time to walk to the swimming hole at 
Salmon Creek. We had a docile young steer that didn't seem to mind 
pulling us around the barnyard in a little red wagon. The winters at 
Manor were long and rainy, which gave time for reading. I lived 
for hours in the books by Horatio Alger. I idealized the boy in his 
stories who, in spite of hardships and struggles and, by being honest 
and industrious, rose to be a successful and wealthy man. The 
magazine, American Boy, was awaited eagerly each month. 

There was a wholesome atmosphere about and within the farm 
home at Manor. Mother and Father gave us the very best of guidance 
in molding our thinking and actions along good paths. Sunday- 
school was an important event of the week. Somewhere in those 
early years I added to the nightly prayer, "May I be polite, cour- 
teous, obliging, thoughtful, considerate and respectful of others." 

Among my souvenirs is a copy of the Eighth Grade Commence- 
ment Exercises of the Manor School. It is dated May 18, 1907. The 
exercises were held in the Oddfellows Hall. The program included 
"Deathbed of Benedict Arnold," recited by Marie Brown, and "Class 
Poem," written and recited by Raymond Brown. Mother helped 
with the writing of the poem. Some of the verses that come to mind 
are the following: 

Aim at the stars, our motto is; 
A truly lofty aim. 
But we expect to do great things 
And get our share of fame. 

Perhaps you think we've aimed so high 
That we can nothing reach; 
We'll do the best that can he done 
In deed as well as speech. 

Now when we part and on life's stream 
We launch our boats so strong. 
We'll pull the oars and work ahead 
To the port where we belong. 

For some time Father's health had been a problem. By 1908 he 
realized he must give up farm work and retire. The farm was sold 
and those good years at Manor came to an end. It was with regret 
that we said goodbye to familiar boyhood scenes. Change seems to 
be the way of life. 


We moved to Seattle where, in 1909, Father passed away. Mother 
was left with Marie and me. Then in 1910 Marie fell in love with 
George Pinkham and was married. 

During the school year, 1909-1910, I attended Lincoln High 
School in Seattle. In the fall of 1910 I transferred to the new Queen 
Anne High School, graduating in June, 1912. Those high school days 
were gratifying. They were good days, filled with many activities. 
Always there were the challenges of subjects to be studied and 
grades to be earned. There were opportunities to take part in student- 
body affairs. I was Junior Class treasurer, chairman of the Junior 
Prom and business manager of the school magazine, Kuay. I was a 
member of the debate team which won most of its contests in the 
City Interscholastic Debate League. One of the topics that comes to 
mind was, 'Resolved: That the City of Seattle Should Own and Oper- 
ate Its Streetcar Lines.' We were assigned the affirmative and won. 
There were parties, dances and dates. In August of 1911 the Seattle 
Y.M.C.A. sponsored a tour to Mt. Rainier for twelve of us boys. 
The tour included a hike from Paradise Valley to the top of the 
mountain. This took energy and stamina, but it was a thrill to con- 
quer the mountain for which I was named. 

Schooling was continued in Southern California. Mother and I 
were invited to live with her sister, Mary, and Mary's husband, 
Everett Parker, in Orange. Everett and Aunt Mary owned an orange 
and a walnut grove. For a year and a half I attended the Los Angeles 
Polytechnic High School and Junior College. Another interest devel- 
oped, namely, baseball. An item from the school paper. The Poly 
Optimist, of March 31, 1914, read, "Postgraduate team meets Har- 
vard Military School. Poly stars were Fred Strong, Frank Levet and 
catcher, Raymond Brown. Brown collected two timely hits." Under 
date of May 12, 1914, appears the following: "Post-Grads win two 
games. Cross and Brown were the batteries for Poly. The feature of 
the game was the hitting of Levet, Cross and Brown." 

All weekends and summer vacations were spent at Aunt Mary's 
and Uncle Everett's. There was always much work to do on the 
orange and walnut ranches and they appreciated help with it. 

It was decided that the next step in education should be attend- 
ance at the University of California at Berkeley. Encouragement 
was given to the idea by Mother and by Mr. Dunn, principal of 
Polytechnic High School. The following is a copy of a letter written 
by Mr. Dunn: 

Los Angeles, June 26, 1914 
Mr. David P. Barrows 
University of California 
Berkeley, California 

Dear Mr. Barrows: 

This will introduce to you Mr. Raymond Brown, a student 


of the Polytechnic High School, who expects to enter the Uni- 
versity of California in August. Mr. Brown is expecting to put 
himself through the University and is anxious to get work of 
some kind that will enable him to pay his expenses. Any help 
you can give him in that direction will be appreciated. 

I can highly recommend him as a young man of excellent 
character, thoroughly reliable and earnest. He has done excel- 
lent work in the high school and was a student on whom we 
depended for anything that it was possible for him to do in 
connection with student activities. 

Thanking you for anything you may be able to do for him, 
I am 

Yours very truly, 
W. A. Dunn 

There was plenty of work to be found at Berkeley. The first 
year I could be seen each morning in the window of The Quality 
Inn, dressed in a white coat and apron, baking hotcakes. The hours 
of work, from 6:30 to 8:00 a.m., freed the rest of the day for 
studies. The second year found me as a buss-boy at the Cozy Cafe- 
teria. During the third and fourth years I was business manager 
in the fraternity house of which I was a member. Incidentally, 
Jimmy Doolittle, who later became the noted flyer, was a room 

For the first two years at Berkeley my courses were in the field 
of electrical-engineering. Then a minor experience changed the 
course of my life. The Y.M.C.A. asked if I would like to teach two 
nights a week in a school for Chinese pupils in San Francisco's 
Chinatown. The offer was accepted and found to be so satisfying 
to an inner urge to work with people instead of electrical ma- 
chines, that my college major was changed. During the last two 
years of college I took courses in education which led to a Bachelor 
of Arts Degree in June, 1918. 

Throughout those years at the University continuous inspiration 
was received by letters from Mother. Here are excerpts which are 
typical : 

I am most gratified to hear that you are progressing well in 
your subjects, because on those you will depend for your 
future livelihood, and Raymond, you must test yourself by 
going over to yourself, previous lessons, to see how much you 
are retaining. The knowledge you are now acquiring you will 
later have to impart to others, so you see the need of being 

Your letter made me happy because you were so happy. 
Moods are contagious and we are affected by the moods of 

I hope you are studying with a will these days and that you 
have mastered the art of concentration and have learned how 


to study. Public Speaking ought to be helpful to you. I'm 
glad you're taking it. I hope they drill the class in being deli- 
berate and in making every word distinctly heard. 

Truly, Mother was a remarkable person. What a blessing for us 
seven children that she had such a keen mind, and such a dear, 
kindly personality. 

In 1917 all young men were thinking about the war situation. 
World War I was at its height. Should one wait and be drafted or 
should he enlist? In December I enlisted in the Quartermaster 
Corps of the U.S. Army and was sent to Jacksonville, Florida, for 
training. In a short time I was transferred to an Officers' Training 
School. The course was completed in three months, and I was 
commissioned 2nd Lieutenant, Q.M.C., and assigned to the Quar- 
termaster Depot in Chicago. 

At the time of graduation from Officers' Training School a note 
was received from Wilbur. It is inserted here because it illustrates 
how, in our family, there runs a spirit of love and thoughtfulness 
in times of special events. 

Dear Brother, Your success has been remarkable and most 
commendable. Diligence, perseverance and a keen mind have 
carried you to the top and I know the result is truly satis- 
factory to you. Success in any field is like a golf game — no 
matter how well a man does, he feels he should do better — 
a priceless virtue. 

Love and good wishes 

Just before enlisting in November, 1917, and while a senior at 
Berkeley, I married Berenice Browning in San Francisco. While 
living in Chicago, assigned to duty with the Quartermaster Corps, 
our daughter, Raynice, was born on May 16, 1919. She was a 
beautiful baby and a joy to have. 

As soon as the war was over I asked for and received a dis- 
charge from the service. That was August, 1919. Then in Septem- 
ber, one month later, I started a long career in the field of educa- 
tion. The first position was teacher of chemistry and physics in 
Olympia High School, Olympia, Washington. After two years I 
longed to return to California. I applied for and obtained a posi- 
tion teaching in Claremont High School, just each of Los Angeles. 
Teaching in both high schools was thoroughly enjoyable. 

In September, 1923, I cast my lot with the Los Angeles City 
High School System and stayed with it until retirement in June, 
1958 — a total of thirty-five years. During that time I taught at 
Polytechnic, Fremont, Garfield and Southgate High Schools. The 
last eleven years, as the result of a competitive examination, were 


spent as supervisor. This entailed working with the administrators, 
teachers, and, less directly, with boys and girls in the forty senior 
high schools which at that time comprised the Los Angeles City 
High School District. 

Many events occurred during those thirty-five years of active 

at time of graduation from UCLA 

living. Only a few will be mentioned. I saw Raynice develop into 
a very attractive young lady. After finishing high school she en- 
rolled in UCLA where she graduated with honors. At the age of 
twenty-three she married Edwin Lasher, a capable and successful 
business man. In the course of time three children were born 
and their family was complete. 

Then the unforeseen made an appearance. Raynice was found 
to have cancer. Through several operations she carried on bravely 
but the end came on February 13, 1965, at the age of 46. The 
saddest experience of my years was to see this beautiful life slip 
away. I'll always remember her cheerful, "Goodbye, Daddy," as 
I left her bedside on the last visit to her just two days before she 

Among my treasured souvenirs is this letter: 

Dear Daddy, Your painting, which adds so much beauty to 
our living room, is much admired by all who see it. I can't 
really express exactly how pleased I am to have it, but anyway 


here is a great big "thank you" again in writing. I shall always 
cherish it very dearly. 

All through the years, you have done so many nice things 
for me. Daddy, and I remember them all with warm gratitude 
— all the big and little helps and loving gifts that counted so 
much: the checking account you opened for me when I was 
twenty-one, the little savings account you started in Clare- 
mont, and the time I wanted to go on the camping trip to 
Yosemite with my sorority sisters and the lovely suitcase you 
gave me for my high school graduation, which I still have — 
these, to recall just a few. 

You're a kind, wonderful Dad, and I think you should know 
it! I know I've mentioned that many times, though perhaps 
not in the exact words, but I wanted to tell you especially 
so tonight on paper, instead of just thinking it. 

And so — with so much love and appreciation always for 
my Dad. 


At times, down through the years, it takes just such a note to 
make one realize that loved ones are a precious possession and can 
make life's highway a more worthwhile experience. 

While teaching at South Gate High School it became apparent 
that to advance in the education profession it was necessary to 
acquire a master's degree. Consequently, by attendance at Summer 
Sessions at USC, I completed the required courses, wrote a thesis 
and was awarded a Masters Degree in education. 

In 1926, while I was head of the Science Department at Fremont 
High School and living in Los Angeles, Ruth Tyler and I were 
married. She was supervisor of physical education in the elemen- 
tary schools of Huntington Park, California. On January 23, 1938, 
a daughter was born and given the name of Janeen Ruth. She 
was a pretty baby. It was good to watch her progress from a small 
girl to a young lady. After high school she attended college, the 
first two years of which were spent in Church College in Hawaii. 
This is a fine educational institution owned by the Mormon 
Church. Janeen was a capable participant in its activities. After 
two years she transferred to Brigham Young University in Provo, 
Utah, where she stayed until accepting a position as secretary at 
the Mormon Tabernacle in West Los Angeles. 

In 1966 Janeen and John Baloyot were married. He was a young 
man she met while attending Church College. John is ambitious 
and doing well in his position with Hawaiian Airlines in Honolulu. 
They have two fine children, a boy and a girl. Their home is in 
Kailua, across the island from Honolulu. 

In 1934, while I was at Garfield High School teaching U.S. history 
and U.S. government, a group of fellow teachers at a convention 


nominated me for president of the Southern Cahfornia Social 
Science Association. I was elected and for more than a year car- 
ried on the presidential duties of that active organization of social 
studies teachers. 

Community activities seemed important during the years 1933- 
40. At one time the work of the Toastmasters' Club engrossed my 
interest, and I found myself president of the Whittier Toast- 

at time of graduation from Church College, Hawaii 

masters' Club. At another time, having found oil painting to be a 
consuming interest, I became president of the Whittier Art 

It was while teaching at South Gate High School in the late 
1940's that an opportunity developed for advancement. An exam- 
ination was announced for a supervisory position in the downtown 
office of the Board of Education. I took the examination along with 
others and as a result was selected for the position. For the next 
eleven years, until retirement, I was a supervisor in the Senior 
High School area. 

In July, 1949, Dorothy Adams Hawkins and I were married. She 
was also with the Los Angeles School System, first as a teacher, 
then a music supervisor, and finally, an elementary school prin- 
cipal. She was born June 21, 1907, in Hollywood, California. Her 
father's name was Don Leon Adams. He was born December 19, 
1878, in Kansas City, Kansas. Her mother's maiden name was 


Grace Woodward. She was born January 14, 1879, in Cheyenne, 

I retired in 1958, and Dorothy, in 1967. Since then we have 
lived in Laguna Hills, California, in Leisure World. However, it 
has everything but leisure, as we find ourselves as active as ever 
— she, as the president of a womens' club with seven-hundred 
n-iembers and pianist with a chamber music group, and I, with 
golf and oil painting. 

So life's stream flows ever onward, not with a rushing of rapids 
that was once a characteristic, but more slowly now, and deeper, 
as if conscious of a greater understanding of the purpose of all 

Descendants of Rush S. and Jane E. Brown 
Through their son, Raymond Rainier Brown 


Raynice Margaret Brown, born May 16, 1919, in Chicago, Il- 
linois. Married Edwin Lasher, October 10, 1942. He was born 
November 10, 1918, in San Bernardino, California. His father was 
Ramsdell Lasher, born October 28, 1890, in Highland Park, Illinois. 
His mother's maiden name was Ruth Alene Bowen, born February 
28, 1894, in Ft. Madison, Iowa. Raynice died February 13, 1965, in 
Pacific Palisades, California. The maiden name of Raynice's mother 
was Berenice Browning, born April 1, 1897, in Salt Lake City, 
Utah. Her father's name was Frank Browning. Her mother's maiden 
name was Belle Brandon. 

Janeen Ruth Brown, born January 23, 1938, in Whittier, Cali- 
fornia. Married John Baloyot, 1966. He was born October 12, 
1939, in Honolulu, Hawaii. His father's name was Oseas Baloyot. 
His mother's maiden name was Margaret Takahashi. The maiden 
name of Janeen's mother was Ruth Tyler, born August 30, 1900, 
in Decorah, Iowa. Her father's name was Richard F. Tyler. Her 
mother's maiden name was Martha Ann McKay. 


Children of Raynice and Edwin Lasher. 
(Through Raymond-Raynice) 

Jeffrey Lasher, born May 18, 1946, in Los Angeles. Married 

Louisa Francis, 1970, in Denver, Colorado. Her father's name was 

Gus Francis. 

Leslie Lasher, born January 25, 1949, in Los Angeles. 

Suzanne Lasher, born May 28, 1955, in Mexico City, D.F. 
Children of Janeen and John Baloyot. 
(Through Raymond — Janeen) 

John Baloyot, Jr., born September 17, 1968, in Honolulu, Hawaii. 

Jacqueline Baloyot, born March 18, 1970, in Kailua, Hawaii. 


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