1840 -

Home    Search    Print    Login    Add Bookmark

• Birth	May 1840	No. Stonington,New London,Connecticut
  Gender	Female
  Person ID	I35839	Brainard (Brainerd) / Foster / Fish
  Last Modified	09 May 2005 00:00:00
  Family	Hosmer A. BROWN, b. 7 Sep 1830, No. Stonington,New London,Connecticut
  Married	1 Jan 1869	St. Paul,Minnesota
  Family ID	F15676	Group Sheet

• Notes

  BROWN GENEALOGY, Vol. 1, Boston, The Everett Press Compnay, 1907, byCyrus Henry Brown, pages 47 & 48. They both received common school educations in their native town.Miss Frink completed her education at the Connecticut LiteraryInstitution, Suffield, Conn. She united with the Third Baptist Church inher native town at the age of sisteen and never changed her membership.After their marriage they went to Brownsdale, Mower Co., Minn., to live,where she died Aug. 1, 1900. Appended is a copy of one of her many poems. MEMORIES by Mrs. Hosmer A. Brown I'm sitting to night in my prarie home, And the pruple twilightflings Its dusky folds round the sadden'd soul Where memory sits, andsings. Of the days of my sunny-hearted youth, That passed on downy wings. She brings me dreams of my far off home; The tree close up by thedoor; I bend my ear to catch the sound Of the waterfall's muffled roar;And watch, where the lilies at anchor tide, For the slip of the flashingoar. I forget that beneath the homestead roof Stranger voices the echoesawake. 'T is a dream -- the loved and the lost are there, With heart toofull to speak, Again I kiss the lines of care On brow and furrowed cheak. My brother, with his golden hair Swept back from a brow like light;How plain, across the mists of years, He rises to my sight! His lipsstill wear their olden smile, His eye is sunny light. One night his feet grew weary, He closed his earnest eyes; And whenmorning walked the hilltops He was singing in Paradise, And echoes rollround my haunted soul From out the starry skies. And one -- Oh! softly speak her name, And reverently, and low; Shewalks upon eternal hills Where stainless lilies blow; But just within thepearly gates She waits for me, I know. Her saintly face shines on me still Through the twilight calm andclear; I bend my ear to the sighing wind, Her voice I seem to hear; Itwhispers "Peace" to my waiting soul, And I know that she is near. Ah well, I shall meet them all again When I reach that shoreunknown, With its wondrous city, pearly gates, And everlasting throne.