|Birth: ||Jun. 19, 1831|
|Death: ||Aug. 2, 1895|
The following item was written in the Carthage Daily Patriot, Friday Morning, April 23, 1880 showcasing many of Carthage's businesses.
Can be found near northeast corner of square. Mr. Brown commenced business in Carthage on a very small capital. A through practical knowledge of his business was his only stock in trade, but that mechanical skill has brought him success, and today we find him engaged in manufacturing and dealing in carriages, buggies, wagons, phaetons, rockaways, etc., and doing a general repairing business. He employs seven men and could employ as many more if he only had the room. However, this defect will soon be remedied as he intends to enlarge his buildings and to give room for his increasing business. Mr. Brown is recognized as the most skillful mechanic in his line in the State.
Excerpts of memoirs of Arthur Lee Brown,
son of Charles Brown
Published in Jasper County, Missouri
Tombstones & Historical Misc Vol 16
Complied by Coleen Belk
"My father, Charles Brown, was 60 years old in August 1891. He was born near Bangor, Maine on June 19, 1831. He owned a Blacksmith & Carriage Shop at the corner of Grant St. and 3rd. [in Carthage, MO.]
He was a kind man, chewed Star tobacco. Also known as an excellent craftsman.
My mother was 36 years old on January 8, . Mama was born in 1855 in Maumee, Ohio.
"My father came to Carthage in 1867, three years after serving from 1861 to 1865 in the Union Army in the Missouri Engineers. Papa and Mama were married in Joplin, Missouri on October 13, 1879; 24 years difference in their age.
"Papa did not care for gardening. He raised chicken but would buy chickens we ate. He was active in the G.A.R. (Grand Army of the Republic)
"Uncle Jim Deagan, Mama's oldest brother, and Aunt Kit lived a block north of us on Maple Street, and George Kelley lived just north of them.
"I went often to my father's shop - it had three forges, anvils in front of each. The wonder to me was the hack saw that cut iron.
"I recall when my father returned from St. Louis, Missouri where he had gone in April to attend the funeral of General William Tecumseh Sherman. Many G.A.R. members attended and some must have gotten high on the long trip home, and I recall the lecture he got from Mama.
Christmas  was the last in the old house.
"During the early spring my father had a new house started. We moved the two frame rooms to the rear of the lot to live in and the brick section was torn down. I will go into detail on the building of this house;
"As I stated, the lot was below street level. The new foundation was built of solid limestone from nine to 7 feet high according to grade. Old man Huffer and son, English stone masons, built it for a plan of seven rooms and bath. Garrison Avenue was being cut down to grade at that time and 1200 loads of soil were dumped in the lot to bring it up to street level. The three flues were built on a rock base in the basement with brick up through the house. Mr. Ross of the Carthage Planing Mill was contractor for the frame structure and Sam Boggess was the head carpenter. (This house burned in 1937)
"I saw this house go up day by day. The entire house was plastered on wood lath. The foundation plan made a basement, or cellar under the entire house. An L-shaped porch extended on one-half the back side and in the back. The old house had cistern water with a hand pump located in the kitchen. This cistern being underground of 500 blls [barrels] capacity was located under the back porch of the new house, only winter rains were allowed in it.
"We moved to the new house in early December. Mama bought some new furniture. The parlor chairs were each in different color pulsh, also a golden oak folding bed with a 6' oval mirror and a wood pin to put in bed when down to keep it from folding up on you, The floors were wall to wall Brussels carpet and the gas fixtures had colored glass shades. Carthage did not have electricity until the next year.
"My father was a Republican and Uncle Jim was a Democrat. They would sit on our front porch in the evenings to smoke cigars and argue. Papa had the best argument at that time because Cleveland had a mess like Truman had 56 years later.
"I remember Papa had told us about July 1st that on the 4th he would get a livery team and surrey and take Mama, Ed [Arthur's brother], and me for a ride. That afternoon I was dressed up sitting on the front steps waiting. Papa walked up the front walk and said he was not feeling well - went in the house and laid down. He never left the house alive.
"To this day I don't know what the illness was. Dr. Thomas, who lived across the street from us, was in twice a day. Also Dr. Brooks was called in. The weather was hot. I went to stay with Mr. Hill, an old G.A.R. friend of Papa's at his farm 6 miles east of town. Mr. Hill was a widower and had a rundown farm. He did the cooking and I sure got my fill of applesauce, corn on the cob and bacon.
"On Sunday, July 29, a driver and livery rig drove up and said I was wanted at home. Driving in I could see the four electric lights they had put on the 175' courthouse tower, the old style, sputtering type.
The courthouse had just been completed.
"When I got home I found Papa was very low. Aunt Ellen, his youngest sister, was there and a Mr. Reid, a G.A.R. member, was night nurse. Papa failed rapidly and passed on at 9:55 A.M. on Friday, August 2. I was at his beside.
"The funeral was at 2 P.M. on Sunday, August 4. A very large crowd attended. He was laid away in park Cemetery and my mother has rested beside him since August 12, 1935."
(bio by NJBrewer)
Kate D Deagan Brown (1855 - 1935)*
Plot: Bl 16 Lot 5 Sp 6
Created by: TS Lundberg Nee Sternbur...
Record added: May 02, 2011
Find A Grave Memorial# 69220044
"The blacksmith was the most important person in a Western town. He knew everybody. Everybody came to him for horseshoes. He knew what these people were like and where they lived. When anyone wanted to find somebody, they went to the blacksmith."|
Added: Jul. 10, 2013