This typewritten poem written by my great grandfather, George McClelland Browne, was found in his little leather wallet/folder from his Station Agent days in Delhi, Minnesota, 1901; his name and date stamped on the wallet. He was quite sick with Bright's Disease, which caused them to move out West at the doctor's advice.
By A P-O-I-T. ### My Masterpiece.
Written on a bed of sickness which accounts for the degree of sadness, melancholy, and sobriety, running through the piece.
I wish I was a (sic) angel,
With robes of snowy white,
I'd fly around the universe
And scare the folks at night.
I'd sing in people's closets,
And haunt them in their rooms,
With songs of sweetest music,
And most melancholic tunes.
I'd show myself to lots of folks
To hear what they might say;
then would say out loudly,
And vanish quite away.
I'd promenade Fifth Avenue
In goods which weren't in style,
I think there'd be somebody then
Who wouldn't crack a smile:
I'd move in obscure corners
And frighten all my Aunts;
I'd fix the boasting coward
Who is not afraid of "ha'nts""
I would visit Brother Jackson
in his pulpit, tall and grand,
And write on the Bulletin Board, in Greek,
"World's coming to an end:"
I'd stay out in the barnyard
And hide behind the doors
To jump out at my Uncles
When they do their evening chores.
I'd bother people half to death;
And serenade my cousins
With furious yells, until they'd think
There were ghosts by the dozens.
I'd haunt Professors' studies,
And thumping dusty desks
And make the learn-ed fellows think
The house was full of spooks.
And through the photographic lens
Present an apparition.:
'T would make my dearest brother
Even doubt his own condition.
I'd make Aunt Etta jump and yell,
She would appear diff (illegible) 'antic'
The lightest word from one unseen
Would drive her nearly frantic.
I'd travel round to Germany
And p'raps I'd go to France;
And rise before the Chinamen
To see the darlings dance.
I'd move about quite noiselessly,
in groups of fearful Spanish;
And grin a most unearthly grin,
And shout to see them vanish.
I would extinguish all the lights
In all the different churches;
And take the fowls mysteriously
From off their midnight perches.
I think I'd have just lots of fun
If I but were a spirit;
I'd make folks think their time had come-
Or something mighty near it.
Sunday, June 14, 2015
Good morning dear friends around the world! So I was poking around adding stuff to my Family Tree Maker via Ancestry.com last night (you know, little green leaves, lol!). I decided to work on a paternal line of my husband's. His genealogy is so full of fantastic stories! Mine absolutely pales in comparison, Puritan founding fathers cannot hold a candle to Mormon pioneers! Last night's "family story of the night" was a gem. My husband's great, great grandfather turns out to be a famous person within the Mormon community and history, at least. (This is the second reknowned -in -Mormon -circles great grandfather of his, the other being Henry Grow, architect of the Mormon Tabernacle here in Salt Lake City). Well this one, is Edwin Rushton from Leek, Staffordshire, England, from a (happy, singing) family of silkmakers there. He and some of his family including his parents and a sister were converted to Mormonism and made there way to America, coming to Nauvoo, Illinois via New Orleans up the Mississippi River. Then the fantastic stories begin (and yes, I was looking at my husband rather askance as I read these to him last night, wondering what on earth was in his genes!). He apparently became intimate friends with the founder of the Mormon faith (or prophet as they refer to him) Joseph Smith. Joseph Smith, met him personally as he made his way into the community in Nauvoo. Some of Edwin's family was already settled there, and a young girl named Sarah led him through the forest to where these family members were residing. Several years later, in Utah Territory, he married that young girl, taking her as his second or third wife, I forget now which. That girl is the one my husband is descended from. THEN, Edwin had a "Vision" which led him to unearthing a Seer Stones (these are things that Joseph Smith came across in the founding of his religion), making Edwin one of a handful of close friends of Joseph Smith's to find such a Stone, just like those Joseph Smith had found previously. Apparently it is clear, something like a crystal?!, and resides with a descendant currently somewhere in the Salt Lake City area. There is much written about this in many books and is quite a famous incident in the faith, etc. After many troubles and travails Edwin and his (first) wife make their way to Utah, where he marries more wives and has many children. Second famous incident he is mainly responsible for, and which an entire Wikipedia article is devoted to, along with many books, much documentation and scholarship: "The White Horse Prophecy". (Looking very askance at husband at this point)...Edwin Rushton recorded down this prophecy which involved the disintegration of the U.S. government, and even had Russian Czars in it somewhere! It was later proven to be fabricated, as it was supposed to have been words of Joseph Smith's in the 1850's but was apparently, instead, created by Edwin Rushton in the very early 1900's. The church repudiated this prophecy and many have attributed it to an elderly man writing down memories, some of which were quotes of Joseph Smith and some of which were his own creations. Ok, well that is enough of a genealogy and history lesson for today, I'm' sure! LOL!!