MEMORIES. V. Terry

Burgess Franklin Brown

My grandfather was born in Tennessee, was part Cherokee Indian. When he came to Kansas, he came in a covered wagon, Indians were living all through the prairie states, buffalo roamed everywhere at this time.

He settled in Sylvia, Ks and lived in or around there until he died. He was crippled since he was in his late teens, kicked by a horse, walked with a cane for years. He could drink coffee as hot as anyone could make it. He was an impatient and gruff person, all us grandchildren were a little afraid around of him.

(Shown left to right: Ruhama Fenton Brown, Chet Brown, and Burgess Franklin Brown).

MEMORIES BY VELMA DORA COCHREN TERRY

Memories of her Grandparents by Velma Dora Cochren Terry.

Ruhama Isadora Fenton Brown
My grandmother, on Mother’s side. A very tiny little lady, the first real Christian I came in contact with. She belonged to the Church of Christ, was a firm believer in God and left her Christian testimony whatever she went. First church I ever attended was with her. We stayed with her every summer for a week. She made the best tomato soup I ever tasted. I never saw her mad; the most patient of people. She died when I was 14.