Brown, Martha Simpson (Mrs. R.M.)
8/23/1972
1882-1972 |
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| “She walks in beauty, like the Night of cloudless climes And starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and Bright meet in her aspect and Her eyes.” Byron Martha Brown, wife of the late Reverend R. M. Brown, was born December 13, 1882 in Columbus, Missouri, the daughter of Hugh Simpson, a native of Armadale, Scotland and Annie Wright, a native of Rliosllanchrugog, Wales. She was reared in Searcy, Arkansas and graduated from Galloway College, a Methodist institution where she served as editor of her college paper and was valedictorian of her class. At age 19 she came to Louisiana for her first teaching position in Melville where she met her future preacher husband who was then managing a store and saving his earnings so that he could return to school in preparation for the ministry. She often told how she waited seven years for Robert just as Rachel waited seven years for Jacob. As bride and groom, they went to their first pastorate in 1910 to Simmsport, Louisiana. To this union were born five children, Annie Ruth, now Mrs. J. W. Maththews Jr., Miriam, Alfred, Robert and Sue, (now Mrs. D. L. Dykes Jr.) Martha Brown was a unique and rare individual of keen intellect and possessing great charm and a delightful sense of humor! She was a devoted wife, mother and minister’s wife. She died August 23, 1972, at the age of 89, and is survived by four children, her older son, Reverend A. M. Brown having preceded her in death June 6, 1971. Her memorial service was held in Couch Chapel of First Methodist Church, Shreveport, Louisiana on August 25, 1972. Dr. Douglas McGuire of Baton Rouge Louisiana, Dr. Jack Cooke and Reverend Porter M. Caraway conducted a Beautiful service. Her grandsons, Robert L Brown Wesley Brown, James A. Matthews, Robert Matthews, Stephen Brown and Reverend David R. Dykes served as pallbearers. The following lines express very aptly the feelings of her children: “We find the world a joyous place because she made it so. She helped to set the merry pace for all our feet to go. The songs and laughter that we hear are echoes of her own. And so through many a coming year we’ll reap the joy she s sown. |
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| Source: Journal Louisiana Conference, 1973; p. 132 By Mrs. D. L. Dykes, Jr. | |
