A Whole Lotta Family - Person Sheet
A Whole Lotta Family - Person Sheet
NameDavid Obediah Brown 
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13Birth23 Mar 1864, Cedar Twp, Boone Co, Missouri13
Death20 Jul 1926, Jefferson City, Cole Co, Missouri13 Age: 62
BurialNew Liberty Cemetery, Ashland, Boone Co, Missouri1698
FatherWilliam George Brown (1816-1879)
MotherMary Jane Martin (1824-1900)
Spouses
Birth15 Feb 1864, Cedar Twp, Boone Co, Missouri13
Death5 May 1925, Jefferson City, Cole Co, Missouri Age: 61
FatherJames William McCarty (1828-1904)
MotherDulcinia Gorton Martin (1834-1916)
ChildrenLouella Adeline (1888-1956)
Eugenia Perry (1893-1960)
Thomas Wells (1894-1933)
Julia Dovey (1895-1975)
Alpha Omega (1899-1984)
Delphia Oberia (1899-1959)
Notes for David Obediah Brown
DAVID OBADIAH BROWN
David Obadiah Brown is my maternal grandfather. He was the only grandparent that I saw. My mother rode a horse, carrying me in her arms, for my grandfather to see. I was less than eight months old, as he died when I was eight months old. My mother said we had a good time. I would run my fingers through his beard and we both laughed.
Therefore what I am writing about my grandfather is what I have been told. He was called “Tobe”. When he was very small an older brother who was on leave from the Civil War, picked him up and sat him on the fireplace mantle to tell him good-bye. He called him “Tobe” which was the name of one of his officers. The brother did not return from the war. The carpetbaggers hanged Toby’s father on an apple tree limb. His wife and kids cut him loose before he died. My mother had a bullet that was shot in their heavy log cabin door during the Civil War.
David Brown was average in height and built stocky. He was a very stubborn man. We inherited his heavy hair. A cousin that remembered him told us how he washed his face when he came out of the fields. He would take a wash pan of water that had been pulled from cistern outside. Grandpa would cup his hands and splash the water on his face. While he was at it, he would do the same to his hair.
This grandfather excelled on the dance floor. He would take his young daughters to neighborhood dances. Our grandmother was an invalid, so he took the girls. They usually walked across frozen fields and climbed over barbwire fences to a neighbor’s house for the dance. The neighbor would move the furniture out of the living room. The neighborhood musicians would play, and sometime Grandpa would call a few of the dances. All the young girls wanted to dance with “Toby”, as he was a good dancer, they wanted to improve their dancing skills. This embarrassed my mother.
“Tobe” enjoyed children. He bought James, one of his first grandsons, a cowboy outfit. My mother talked about a trip they took to Jefferson City in a wagon so the kids could see the Christmas lights. Coming home they covered up in the straw with heavy quilts and almost froze. My mother saw a small brass bucket filled with an orange and candy on this trip. She wanted it so very much. When the school had their program two little bucket shone from the tree for the Brown twins.
The family lived in a log cabin on Cedar Creek. It had an upstairs where they slept. I saw the cabin before it was torn down. A cousin,”Woody”, took pictures of it which he shared with me. David moved his bride Addie McCarty in with his mother, which didn’t provide good living conditions for either woman.
He fathered five daughters and one son. The father and son did not get along. Uncle Tom asked not to be buried in the same cemetery with his dad. The request was granted.
After the kids left home and his wife died, he lived alone. We would go and visit our grandmother when she stayed with different daughters. He had an appendix attack and rode a horse from his home to Jefferson City, where he collapsed on the hospital steps. He asked for a drink from the home place, and the kids brought it to him, against the hospital rules. He lived about a year after his wife died.
The Brown home place was near Claysville, Missouri, which is on the Missouri River not too far from Jefferson City, the middle of the State of Missouri. The grandchildren had a reunion in 1988 and toured the farm and found the foundation of the log cabin. We walked to Cedar Creek and saw the big grapevines that hung from the trees on the creek bank, that our parents told us they used for swings. We viewed the creek that our parents had to cross to get to school. We remember how our grandmother worried about getting her children home when the creek flooded. We could visualized the log covered with ice that our mothers scooted across to get to school shall never forget Shirley, a cousin, raising her voice and calling to our grandparents on the creek bank that day.
Grandpa Brown loved to eat pork backbones behind the heating stove. He would pick the meat from the bones.
When the twins were born February 5, 1899, a winter storm hit. The temperature hit a record low. My mother was crying so loud and everyone was trying to take her of her that they almost let Aunt Alpha freeze. “Toby” went to buy the twins shoes. After picking out a pair, he told the storekeeper he wanted two pair. The shoe merchant wanted to know why he wanted two pair of shoes just alike. He told him he had twins, so he gave him one pair free.
When the snow fell in all directions, Grandpa Toby would say it is snowing “cross-legged”. I think of him when I see the snow falling in this fashion. I wished I had known him as a grandpa.
Elsie Baker Jones
Granddaughter
Delphia Brown Baker
Daughter
David Obadiah Brown is my maternal grandfather. He was the only grandparent that I saw. My mother rode a horse, carrying me in her arms, for my grandfather to see. I was less than eight months old, as he died when I was eight months old. My mother said we had a good time. I would run my fingers through his beard and we both laughed.
Therefore what I am writing about my grandfather is what I have been told. He was called “Tobe”. When he was very small an older brother who was on leave from the Civil War, picked him up and sat him on the fireplace mantle to tell him good-bye. He called him “Tobe” which was the name of one of his officers. The brother did not return from the war. The carpetbaggers hanged Toby’s father on an apple tree limb. His wife and kids cut him loose before he died. My mother had a bullet that was shot in their heavy log cabin door during the Civil War.
David Brown was average in height and built stocky. He was a very stubborn man. We inherited his heavy hair. A cousin that remembered him told us how he washed his face when he came out of the fields. He would take a wash pan of water that had been pulled from cistern outside. Grandpa would cup his hands and splash the water on his face. While he was at it, he would do the same to his hair.
This grandfather excelled on the dance floor. He would take his young daughters to neighborhood dances. Our grandmother was an invalid, so he took the girls. They usually walked across frozen fields and climbed over barbwire fences to a neighbor’s house for the dance. The neighbor would move the furniture out of the living room. The neighborhood musicians would play, and sometime Grandpa would call a few of the dances. All the young girls wanted to dance with “Toby”, as he was a good dancer, they wanted to improve their dancing skills. This embarrassed my mother.
“Tobe” enjoyed children. He bought James, one of his first grandsons, a cowboy outfit. My mother talked about a trip they took to Jefferson City in a wagon so the kids could see the Christmas lights. Coming home they covered up in the straw with heavy quilts and almost froze. My mother saw a small brass bucket filled with an orange and candy on this trip. She wanted it so very much. When the school had their program two little bucket shone from the tree for the Brown twins.
The family lived in a log cabin on Cedar Creek. It had an upstairs where they slept. I saw the cabin before it was torn down. A cousin,”Woody”, took pictures of it which he shared with me. David moved his bride Addie McCarty in with his mother, which didn’t provide good living conditions for either woman.
He fathered five daughters and one son. The father and son did not get along. Uncle Tom asked not to be buried in the same cemetery with his dad. The request was granted.
After the kids left home and his wife died, he lived alone. We would go and visit our grandmother when she stayed with different daughters. He had an appendix attack and rode a horse from his home to Jefferson City, where he collapsed on the hospital steps. He asked for a drink from the home place, and the kids brought it to him, against the hospital rules. He lived about a year after his wife died.
The Brown home place was near Claysville, Missouri, which is on the Missouri River not too far from Jefferson City, the middle of the State of Missouri. The grandchildren had a reunion in 1988 and toured the farm and found the foundation of the log cabin. We walked to Cedar Creek and saw the big grapevines that hung from the trees on the creek bank, that our parents told us they used for swings. We viewed the creek that our parents had to cross to get to school. We remember how our grandmother worried about getting her children home when the creek flooded. We could visualized the log covered with ice that our mothers scooted across to get to school shall never forget Shirley, a cousin, raising her voice and calling to our grandparents on the creek bank that day.
Grandpa Brown loved to eat pork backbones behind the heating stove. He would pick the meat from the bones.
When the twins were born February 5, 1899, a winter storm hit. The temperature hit a record low. My mother was crying so loud and everyone was trying to take her of her that they almost let Aunt Alpha freeze. “Toby” went to buy the twins shoes. After picking out a pair, he told the storekeeper he wanted two pair. The shoe merchant wanted to know why he wanted two pair of shoes just alike. He told him he had twins, so he gave him one pair free.
When the snow fell in all directions, Grandpa Toby would say it is snowing “cross-legged”. I think of him when I see the snow falling in this fashion. I wished I had known him as a grandpa.
Elsie Baker Jones
Granddaughter
Delphia Brown Baker
Daughter