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A Merchant At Rest in the Rowland Cemetery In Caldwell County, Kentucky
This is a photograph that I took of the headstone marking the grave of my great-great-great grandfather, Patrick Henry Calhoun Brown in the Rowland Cemetery in rural Caldwell County, Kentucky. He was known by his friends and neighbors as “Coon,” which was a take on his middle name, Calhoun.
Coon was born June 18, 1836 in Caldwell County, Kentucky to Leonard L. Brown and Sarah Cartwright Brown. His mother was the daughter of Justinian Carl Cartwright, a veteran of the American Revolutionary War.
He married Jane Guess, my great-great-great grandmother, in Caldwell County in 1856. She was the daughter of James Guess and Celia Stewart Guess. Coon and Jane were the parents of five children: James, Henry, Robert, Idona, and Mary Alfaleen. Mary was the youngest child and was my great-great grandmother.
In the 1860 Federal Census for Caldwell County, Kentucky, Coon was listed as residing in the rural community of Enon with his wife and two young sons. The fact that he was married with two young children is why Coon was able to avoid military service during the United States Civil War which began in 1861.
Coon Brown owned and operated a general store in the Enon community for many years. He was also a founding member of the nearby Walnut Grove Baptist Church in 1876 and served as a deacon there until his death. This church is still in existence today. During his lifetime, Coon was regarded throughout the community as being a fervently religious man who attended church every time the church doors opened. He was also known for his long winded, almost never ending prayers during which he sweated profusely.
Early one Sunday morning, the Brown family readied themselves for the Sunday services at the Walnut Grove Baptist Church. Coon’s son, Robert, was a prankster at heart and sought to provide himself and his siblings with some much need humor. He took a deck of playing cards, wrapped them carefully in Coon’s handkerchief, and then returned them to his father’s suit coat.
Just as always, Coon was called upon by the church pastor to pray. Coon stood to his feet and began his long and winding message to God. As he did so, drops of sweat began to roll down his forehead. Robert and his siblings watched anxiously from the corners of their eyes as their heads were bowed. Coon reached into his pocket, pulled out his handkerchief, and proceeded to spill 52 cards all over the floor as he spoke with God. In those days, a deck of cards was considered to be a pack of “52 demons” that were taken out and played by ungodly sinners. It can be assured that the ensuing aftermath was unpleasant for Coon and even more unpleasant for his children when they returned home that day!
Jane died in Caldwell County on August 19, 1896. Coon remained a widower until he married Lizzie McQuigg on July 17, 1902 in the town of Eddyville, Kentucky. On their wedding day, he was 66 years old and she was 25. They had one child, Clifton, who was born in 1903. Clifton died three years later after his bedclothes caught on fire while he played near the fireplace.
Coon died at his home in the Enon community on April 3, 1911 at the age of 74. His funeral was held at the Walnut Grove Baptist Church and was heavily attended by members of the community. He was buried beside Jane and his son Clifton.
Luddite, i am not. Technology is my friend. i love my sewing machine, kitchen aid mixer and washing machine like the rest of the world. But, I think that i am being misunderstood lately. Especially what i am doing by not being a consumer for a year. (it could be more) I want to use what we have, not waste our earths precious resources (we have used 30 percent in the last three decades), refashion my clothes and grandma's that i inherited, make things for my family, not kill trees, live on natures bounty. i am not moving backwards in time, i am moving forwards. i am not leeching myself and praying to be healed, i am not sick or crazy, i just care.
A friend asked me yesterday at a lunch party (and I am grossly paragraphing this as I was on my third glass of wine) why I live like I am in a 3rd world country. The answer is, I don’t. We are literate (we read a lot of books instead of watching tv), we are not over populated and suffering (we have housing), we are not forced to work in sweat shops by big capitalist corporations, we have the best health care in the world (according to the WHO) and it’s free (our taxes pay for it), we have an abundance of fresh, wonderful food, I could go on and on but you get my point. Just because we use cotton cloths instead of toilet paper and we don’t buy stuff, doesn’t make me a freak does it?
Or does it; hi my name is Riana and I have not bought anything except for food for four and half months. I am a recovering shopping shoe/jacket/handbag addict. I gave away half of my closets, but there is still more to be given away. In my not shopping, I have become more creative, more joyful and more satisfied. I realize finally that I have an individual responsibility to make my world a better place to live, but I don’t preach this to people. I blog about it, I make it part of our life everyday, but I don’t force my rules on anyone else. As much as I would love to pick up a bullhorn with the Rev Billy and tell the masses to “stop shopping”, and “back away from the Starbucks”, I don’t. I don’t shop and I am really super content. Really.
Because that was the next question from across the table, was I really happy or justifying it to myself that I am where I am (meaning poor instead of rich) so I have to defend it. So very strange, but maybe I am an oddity: I have been on food stamps, I have been rich, I have been poor, I have seen both sides of consumerism and found out what makes me truly exultant. Self-sustainability, gardening, foraging, feeding my family home cooked meals, being frugal and creatively finding a use for everything that we already have make me strangely the happiest person in 36 years.
Gandhi (my 3rd world compatriot) said:
Be the change that you want to see in the world.
This is my world. And this is the path that we are on: it’s absolutely beautiful, it’s incredibly inspiring, it’s manna milk and honey heaven on earth. And nope, I am not justifying it, and nope, I am not turning back, why would I? The road has just begun.
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