On a cold December morning, a baby girl was born to Leslie & Patsy Brown, one who would love her family dearly & grew up to be a beautiful woman.
We just called her "Rose". I remember wondering why in the world my Grandma would name her baby after a flower. It wasn't until later in my life that I realized what a beautiful name it was, & it fit my Aunt perfectly. And only after I began doing family research, did I realize her given name was Emma Rose, which I think fit her perfectly.
My first memories of Uncle Jack & Aunt Rose are when they lived on that old gravel road, just a few miles away from Grandma & Grandpa Brown. Their house sat on a hilltop and had a long winding driveway. I remember Dad pulling in & gunning the gas pedal while our car chugged up the steep driveway. It was quite an exciting thrill ride!
Aunt Rose inherited the love of gardening from her Momma.
Rose & Jack were married just a few weeks before our parents.
At Mom & Dad's 50th anniversary celebration, we insisted on Rose & Jack posing for a picture also. They weren't ones to celebrate.
One of Dad's favorite things to do was to spend a few days out in the country, near Eldon, on Rose & Jack's few acres. There was a beautiful little pond which was kept fully stocked for the fishing pleasure of only family & a very few choice friends. Rose made sure that no one else "fished out" her pond!
Rose, Duane, & Fern...the Brown Siblings
Rose's family meant more to her than anything. While her parents were living, she made sure they were provided for. She faithfully wrote letters to her beloved Momma several times a week. She loved her sister, Fern, so much...in spite of any arguing they did! And her baby brother, Duane, was always special.
In late August, 2003, Rose suffered a stroke. She never came home from the hospital, passing on September 2, 2003, at the age of 88 years.
a name that I have grown to love