Obituary:
Rushford Spectator newspaper
Rushford, New York
Thursday, May 29, 1890
MRS. CHAPMAN BROOKS.
The funeral of Mrs. Chapman Brooks was held at the residence of her daughter, Mrs. C. W. Woodworth, Friday afternoon [May 23]. The services, which were brief, were conducted by Rev. Wallace, midst a profusion of flowers - a fitting emblem of the beautiful, of which she was an ardent admirer. She was laid to rest by the side of her husband in the village cemetery.
She leaves five children, Mrs. Reminton of Topeka, Mrs. Alley and Mrs. Atkins of Nunda, and Mrs. Woodworth and Homer Brooks of this place. For several years she has made her home with Mrs. Woodworth, where every wish has been gratified and she has received the kind and loving care of a daughter.
Mary Maria Brooks was born in the town of Bristol, Conn., May 9, 1802. She removed with her parents while quite young to Otisco, Onondaga county, this state, where she remained until her marriage with Chapman Brooks, Feb. 22, 1822.
Mr. Brooks, whose home was also in Otisco, had in the early spring of 1820 put a pack on his back and on foot and alone came to Rushford and bought of the Holland Land Company some acres of land (now owned by Columbus Proctor) cleared a portion, built a log shanty, and then returned to Otisco for his bride.
In a few days after their marriage they started for their new home. There was no vestibuled train to convey them, or obsequious porters to attend to their wants and wishes, but instead, a span of horses, a lumber wagon, capacious enough to carry the bride, groom and driver, as well as the wedding outfit, which consisted of bureau, stand, table, bedstead, bedding, spinning wheel, etc., and a few day's travel brought them safely to their own door. Many and many a time has Mrs. Brooks interested the young people, telling the manner of their living which to them seemed too strangely funny to be true. Not long since she was telling some school girls about boarding the school ma'am years and years ago, and said "I lived in a log shanty with no door and no chimney, with only one room and one bed, but we bored some holes in the logs in one corner of the room, put in some stout sticks, peeled some slippery elm bark, braided it and made rope and interlaced it in the sticks, making a comfortable bed." Her brooms were of hemlock boughs tied to a handle, but later they had the peeled splint brooms, which were luxuries. She described the first meal she ate in Rushford at a neighbor's by invitation. A Johnny cake was made and baked in an iron bake kettle, potatoes roasted in the ashes, salt pork cut into mouthfuls, fried and dished up on a huge pewter platter, which was placed in the center of the table without table cloth or plates. Each person had a fork and they broke their bread and dipped it in the pork gravy also their potato, and a large yellow bowl of water was passed around as each might feel a desire for a swallow. A long shrill toot on the dinner horn announced to the neighbors that some one was sick or in trouble and needed help. Their social gatherings were mostly in the evenings of winter, when, on an ox sled, they went several miles, meeting the neighbors for some distance around. She told of riding through the woods one night to see a sick neighbor a mile or so away, with the doctor, not in his one horse chaise, for the doctor was on horse back and she on a pillion behind him. Many times she has told of Mr. Brooks taking a bushel of wheat on his back and going to Pike for some necessary - speaking particularly that at one time he took a yard of starched of cloth, and when questioned as to what use one yard of cloth could be put to, she said, "Why it made two white dickys for Mr. Brooks for Sunday best, as his shirts were brown, home made tow and linen."
Mrs. Brooks is nearly, if not the last of the old settlers of the town. She has seen every house built now standing in the village, with one or two exceptions.
Her name was enrolled among the first members of the Presbyterian church at its organization and she remained a consistent, devout member thereof till her death. She was sympathetic in her nature, ardent and sincere in her attachments to family and friends. Although the years of her life numbered many and her hearing and vision were somewhat impaired, she never lost her keen interest in the activities of life, retained her love for the bright and beautiful things of the world, and her keen sense of humor was never lessened. She was "Grandma Brooks" to all the neighborhood, and to the young children her name was a synonym of love and good will.
Rushford Spectator newspaper
Rushford, New York
Thursday, May 29, 1890
MRS. CHAPMAN BROOKS.
The funeral of Mrs. Chapman Brooks was held at the residence of her daughter, Mrs. C. W. Woodworth, Friday afternoon [May 23]. The services, which were brief, were conducted by Rev. Wallace, midst a profusion of flowers - a fitting emblem of the beautiful, of which she was an ardent admirer. She was laid to rest by the side of her husband in the village cemetery.
She leaves five children, Mrs. Reminton of Topeka, Mrs. Alley and Mrs. Atkins of Nunda, and Mrs. Woodworth and Homer Brooks of this place. For several years she has made her home with Mrs. Woodworth, where every wish has been gratified and she has received the kind and loving care of a daughter.
Mary Maria Brooks was born in the town of Bristol, Conn., May 9, 1802. She removed with her parents while quite young to Otisco, Onondaga county, this state, where she remained until her marriage with Chapman Brooks, Feb. 22, 1822.
Mr. Brooks, whose home was also in Otisco, had in the early spring of 1820 put a pack on his back and on foot and alone came to Rushford and bought of the Holland Land Company some acres of land (now owned by Columbus Proctor) cleared a portion, built a log shanty, and then returned to Otisco for his bride.
In a few days after their marriage they started for their new home. There was no vestibuled train to convey them, or obsequious porters to attend to their wants and wishes, but instead, a span of horses, a lumber wagon, capacious enough to carry the bride, groom and driver, as well as the wedding outfit, which consisted of bureau, stand, table, bedstead, bedding, spinning wheel, etc., and a few day's travel brought them safely to their own door. Many and many a time has Mrs. Brooks interested the young people, telling the manner of their living which to them seemed too strangely funny to be true. Not long since she was telling some school girls about boarding the school ma'am years and years ago, and said "I lived in a log shanty with no door and no chimney, with only one room and one bed, but we bored some holes in the logs in one corner of the room, put in some stout sticks, peeled some slippery elm bark, braided it and made rope and interlaced it in the sticks, making a comfortable bed." Her brooms were of hemlock boughs tied to a handle, but later they had the peeled splint brooms, which were luxuries. She described the first meal she ate in Rushford at a neighbor's by invitation. A Johnny cake was made and baked in an iron bake kettle, potatoes roasted in the ashes, salt pork cut into mouthfuls, fried and dished up on a huge pewter platter, which was placed in the center of the table without table cloth or plates. Each person had a fork and they broke their bread and dipped it in the pork gravy also their potato, and a large yellow bowl of water was passed around as each might feel a desire for a swallow. A long shrill toot on the dinner horn announced to the neighbors that some one was sick or in trouble and needed help. Their social gatherings were mostly in the evenings of winter, when, on an ox sled, they went several miles, meeting the neighbors for some distance around. She told of riding through the woods one night to see a sick neighbor a mile or so away, with the doctor, not in his one horse chaise, for the doctor was on horse back and she on a pillion behind him. Many times she has told of Mr. Brooks taking a bushel of wheat on his back and going to Pike for some necessary - speaking particularly that at one time he took a yard of starched of cloth, and when questioned as to what use one yard of cloth could be put to, she said, "Why it made two white dickys for Mr. Brooks for Sunday best, as his shirts were brown, home made tow and linen."
Mrs. Brooks is nearly, if not the last of the old settlers of the town. She has seen every house built now standing in the village, with one or two exceptions.
Her name was enrolled among the first members of the Presbyterian church at its organization and she remained a consistent, devout member thereof till her death. She was sympathetic in her nature, ardent and sincere in her attachments to family and friends. Although the years of her life numbered many and her hearing and vision were somewhat impaired, she never lost her keen interest in the activities of life, retained her love for the bright and beautiful things of the world, and her keen sense of humor was never lessened. She was "Grandma Brooks" to all the neighborhood, and to the young children her name was a synonym of love and good will.
Obituary:
Rushford Spectator newspaper
Rushford, New York
Thursday, May 29, 1890
MRS. CHAPMAN BROOKS.
The funeral of Mrs. Chapman Brooks was held at the residence of her daughter, Mrs. C. W. Woodworth, Friday afternoon [May 23]. The services, which were brief, were conducted by Rev. Wallace, midst a profusion of flowers - a fitting emblem of the beautiful, of which she was an ardent admirer. She was laid to rest by the side of her husband in the village cemetery.
She leaves five children, Mrs. Reminton of Topeka, Mrs. Alley and Mrs. Atkins of Nunda, and Mrs. Woodworth and Homer Brooks of this place. For several years she has made her home with Mrs. Woodworth, where every wish has been gratified and she has received the kind and loving care of a daughter.
Mary Maria Brooks was born in the town of Bristol, Conn., May 9, 1802. She removed with her parents while quite young to Otisco, Onondaga county, this state, where she remained until her marriage with Chapman Brooks, Feb. 22, 1822.
Mr. Brooks, whose home was also in Otisco, had in the early spring of 1820 put a pack on his back and on foot and alone came to Rushford and bought of the Holland Land Company some acres of land (now owned by Columbus Proctor) cleared a portion, built a log shanty, and then returned to Otisco for his bride.
In a few days after their marriage they started for their new home. There was no vestibuled train to convey them, or obsequious porters to attend to their wants and wishes, but instead, a span of horses, a lumber wagon, capacious enough to carry the bride, groom and driver, as well as the wedding outfit, which consisted of bureau, stand, table, bedstead, bedding, spinning wheel, etc., and a few day's travel brought them safely to their own door. Many and many a time has Mrs. Brooks interested the young people, telling the manner of their living which to them seemed too strangely funny to be true. Not long since she was telling some school girls about boarding the school ma'am years and years ago, and said "I lived in a log shanty with no door and no chimney, with only one room and one bed, but we bored some holes in the logs in one corner of the room, put in some stout sticks, peeled some slippery elm bark, braided it and made rope and interlaced it in the sticks, making a comfortable bed." Her brooms were of hemlock boughs tied to a handle, but later they had the peeled splint brooms, which were luxuries. She described the first meal she ate in Rushford at a neighbor's by invitation. A Johnny cake was made and baked in an iron bake kettle, potatoes roasted in the ashes, salt pork cut into mouthfuls, fried and dished up on a huge pewter platter, which was placed in the center of the table without table cloth or plates. Each person had a fork and they broke their bread and dipped it in the pork gravy also their potato, and a large yellow bowl of water was passed around as each might feel a desire for a swallow. A long shrill toot on the dinner horn announced to the neighbors that some one was sick or in trouble and needed help. Their social gatherings were mostly in the evenings of winter, when, on an ox sled, they went several miles, meeting the neighbors for some distance around. She told of riding through the woods one night to see a sick neighbor a mile or so away, with the doctor, not in his one horse chaise, for the doctor was on horse back and she on a pillion behind him. Many times she has told of Mr. Brooks taking a bushel of wheat on his back and going to Pike for some necessary - speaking particularly that at one time he took a yard of starched of cloth, and when questioned as to what use one yard of cloth could be put to, she said, "Why it made two white dickys for Mr. Brooks for Sunday best, as his shirts were brown, home made tow and linen."
Mrs. Brooks is nearly, if not the last of the old settlers of the town. She has seen every house built now standing in the village, with one or two exceptions.
Her name was enrolled among the first members of the Presbyterian church at its organization and she remained a consistent, devout member thereof till her death. She was sympathetic in her nature, ardent and sincere in her attachments to family and friends. Although the years of her life numbered many and her hearing and vision were somewhat impaired, she never lost her keen interest in the activities of life, retained her love for the bright and beautiful things of the world, and her keen sense of humor was never lessened. She was "Grandma Brooks" to all the neighborhood, and to the young children her name was a synonym of love and good will.
Rushford Spectator newspaper
Rushford, New York
Thursday, May 29, 1890
MRS. CHAPMAN BROOKS.
The funeral of Mrs. Chapman Brooks was held at the residence of her daughter, Mrs. C. W. Woodworth, Friday afternoon [May 23]. The services, which were brief, were conducted by Rev. Wallace, midst a profusion of flowers - a fitting emblem of the beautiful, of which she was an ardent admirer. She was laid to rest by the side of her husband in the village cemetery.
She leaves five children, Mrs. Reminton of Topeka, Mrs. Alley and Mrs. Atkins of Nunda, and Mrs. Woodworth and Homer Brooks of this place. For several years she has made her home with Mrs. Woodworth, where every wish has been gratified and she has received the kind and loving care of a daughter.
Mary Maria Brooks was born in the town of Bristol, Conn., May 9, 1802. She removed with her parents while quite young to Otisco, Onondaga county, this state, where she remained until her marriage with Chapman Brooks, Feb. 22, 1822.
Mr. Brooks, whose home was also in Otisco, had in the early spring of 1820 put a pack on his back and on foot and alone came to Rushford and bought of the Holland Land Company some acres of land (now owned by Columbus Proctor) cleared a portion, built a log shanty, and then returned to Otisco for his bride.
In a few days after their marriage they started for their new home. There was no vestibuled train to convey them, or obsequious porters to attend to their wants and wishes, but instead, a span of horses, a lumber wagon, capacious enough to carry the bride, groom and driver, as well as the wedding outfit, which consisted of bureau, stand, table, bedstead, bedding, spinning wheel, etc., and a few day's travel brought them safely to their own door. Many and many a time has Mrs. Brooks interested the young people, telling the manner of their living which to them seemed too strangely funny to be true. Not long since she was telling some school girls about boarding the school ma'am years and years ago, and said "I lived in a log shanty with no door and no chimney, with only one room and one bed, but we bored some holes in the logs in one corner of the room, put in some stout sticks, peeled some slippery elm bark, braided it and made rope and interlaced it in the sticks, making a comfortable bed." Her brooms were of hemlock boughs tied to a handle, but later they had the peeled splint brooms, which were luxuries. She described the first meal she ate in Rushford at a neighbor's by invitation. A Johnny cake was made and baked in an iron bake kettle, potatoes roasted in the ashes, salt pork cut into mouthfuls, fried and dished up on a huge pewter platter, which was placed in the center of the table without table cloth or plates. Each person had a fork and they broke their bread and dipped it in the pork gravy also their potato, and a large yellow bowl of water was passed around as each might feel a desire for a swallow. A long shrill toot on the dinner horn announced to the neighbors that some one was sick or in trouble and needed help. Their social gatherings were mostly in the evenings of winter, when, on an ox sled, they went several miles, meeting the neighbors for some distance around. She told of riding through the woods one night to see a sick neighbor a mile or so away, with the doctor, not in his one horse chaise, for the doctor was on horse back and she on a pillion behind him. Many times she has told of Mr. Brooks taking a bushel of wheat on his back and going to Pike for some necessary - speaking particularly that at one time he took a yard of starched of cloth, and when questioned as to what use one yard of cloth could be put to, she said, "Why it made two white dickys for Mr. Brooks for Sunday best, as his shirts were brown, home made tow and linen."
Mrs. Brooks is nearly, if not the last of the old settlers of the town. She has seen every house built now standing in the village, with one or two exceptions.
Her name was enrolled among the first members of the Presbyterian church at its organization and she remained a consistent, devout member thereof till her death. She was sympathetic in her nature, ardent and sincere in her attachments to family and friends. Although the years of her life numbered many and her hearing and vision were somewhat impaired, she never lost her keen interest in the activities of life, retained her love for the bright and beautiful things of the world, and her keen sense of humor was never lessened. She was "Grandma Brooks" to all the neighborhood, and to the young children her name was a synonym of love and good will.
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