Morgan County Democrat. (McConnelsville, Ohio) 1886-1943, 1935-01-10
Renrock

"He is Fallen That grand old
man in the Ohio M. P. conference,
Rev. F. "A. Brown, D. D. In his
| day he was one of the leading lights
! in the old Muskingum conference.
In the centennial year of 1876,
when the annual conference con-
vened at Raga's chapel, Hoskins-
| Vile, Rev. Frank Brown was ap-
/ pointed to this Renrock circuit, then
/ known as Pisgah circuit. He, was
returned for five consecutive years,
one of the most beloved and pop
ular ministers that ever rode the
circuit. He was one of those strong,
rugged, energetic men who started
out in life by learning trade.
He was blacksmith. That type of
man who, if robbed, stripped of his
clothing, left by the way-side would
soon be on his feet again. He lived
in McConnelsville during his pastor
ate here. Truly good man is gone.
1t was a dark, rainy, murky
night, and while we were slumber-
ing, the sound of church bell en-
tered into, and became part of
our dream. 1t was that strange
phenomena, when some outside dis
turbance exactly fits the action of
the dream. The changing tones of
the bell were real. Some of the
church people had gathered to
watch the old year out and the new
yoor in rrhora u1ara no noacurpd in
tervals between the strokes of the
bell,-it did not, ''toll the knell of
parting day." but, on the other
hand, it was vibrant, resonant,
awakening, heralding not only a
new day, but new year. But with
al that, "yet a little sleep, little
slumber, little folding the hands
to sleep" Turning over, we con-
tinued our journey in dreamland.
But at the break Of day, when the
cock continued his Growing, we
aroused to our senses,-and where
were we? Six hours into the new
year, on the voyage of life" to
sail from January's port, if kind
Providence permits, to December's
remotest day. Heave the anchor!
Spread the sails! Draw in the gang
plank! We're going! But hold
Not so FAST Is the old vessel sea-
worthy? Has she been inspected?
We fear not. Look at the barnacles
on the old hull from last years
sailing. A broken spar, he jib-
boom splintered, and the sails
from the main, to the top-gallant.
all torn and frayed But the old
ship must sail, and perhaps repairs
can be made during, ''the calms.'
But see! Who are the people park
ing their cars in full view of the
wharf? They are approaching, even
coming up the gang-way! Who can
they be? They are our kin-sons,
daughters, in-laws, grandchildren,
great grandchildren all to see us
off. What have they in their
hands? Grapes, figs, pomegranates,
the fat of the land" This pic
ture, folks, given in sea-faring
sense, symbolizes our starting of
the new year. To us it was sur
prise. And while the sons and |
daughters, and all down the line, to
the tiniest great grandchild, were
feasting, and the walls of the old |
home resounded with music and |
mirth, gaiety and touch of high |
life, hushed and solemn process
sion was threading through the
streets of Cambridge, bearing to the |
last resting place, all that was NOR
tai of Rev. Frank Brown, who, |
more than so years ago officiated |
at the wedding. Such are the var
led scenes of life.
Tsukasa Oda, Japanese student |
at Westminster college, Maryland,
occupied the pulpit here Sunday. |
His presence brought out rather an
unusually large congregation. He