Thursday, December 31, 2009

Two Great Posts About Harpers Ferry

I would like to recommend a great Blog to my readers. The Blog is called History Matters - The Historical Musings of Jerad Frederick, and he is a fellow blogger here at I hope you enjoy his blog and particularly these two posts about The Sesquicentennial at Harpers Ferry

 The first post is a detailed account of the Friday Night Events at Kennedy Farms and the walk to Harpers Ferry. A walk I wish I could have done, if my knees were better. But at least I was a participant in the events Friday evening.

The second post is a detail accounting of the Raid with great citations.

Please let Jared know that you enjoyed his blog!

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Wordless Wednesday - Owen Brown, Son of John Brown Plaque

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Thursday Treasure - Traditions

I just read this wonderful post about Christmas Traditions on footnoteMaven's blog, and it started me thinking about my family's traditions and Christmas past.

Tradition of the trees:  Yes I said trees. We had one in the living room, standing over 7 feet tall with a branch span of around 6 feet.  The tradition of each child having a small tree in their room, covered in our own personal decorations (more about them later). The tradition of the entire family climbing into the family station wagon to  go down to the Christmas Tree lot to pick it out. We never had  fake trees, only real trees in our household.

Memories of my mother watering the tree with an empty glass coke bottle. Needles falling onto the carpet, some to be vacuumed up immediately, and others working their way down into the nap waiting to be discovered in July, a secret promise of things to come. Daddy climbing the old metal stool-chair to get the decorations down from the attic.

Tradition of the decking the tree: what memories I have of the boxes of decorations. Gold, silver, red, green, blue, smooth, shiny, new, old, small, large, every conceivable shape, size, color, and texture. Here are the small plastic balls, not much bigger than a large marble, that hook together to form a chain. The glass bird that clips to the tree branches with its full, feathery tail hanging down. The glass, gold icicles that were always hung closest to the tree trunk. Decorations that Jane, James, and I made in school, childish concoctions of paper, glue and glitter, slowly fading and falling apart, yet still placed in the prime positions for all to see. Gold and red glass beads strung on waxed thread for draping as garland on the tree. Just when you thought our main tree could hold no more decorations, we brought out the thin, shiny, silver icicles that we hung so thick our green tree looked silver.  With the many string of tree lights turned on, the tree sparkled and colors danced everywhere you looked.

Tradition of personal ornaments: My favoirite tradition was the new ornament that Jane, James and I received each year. This is one tradition that I have kept alive for my children. Each year a new ornament is presented to each child. Each one has a story behind it:  the teddie bear for the son that collected them, the nutcracker for the son who collected them, the Star Trek ornaments to celebrate the movies we saw together, the glass birds bought by Grandma, the musical instruments exactly like the instruments the boys play in school, all of the ornments have a meaning and a memory attached to them. While my mother was alive, the boys often received two ornaments a year, one from me and one from her. Last year I gave the boys a John Brown ornament from the National Abolition Hall of Fame, while this year I needlepointed a reindeer ornament for the boys and for Geoffrey's fiance, Lucia. And so the tradition continues.

Tradition of Food: My family always had two Christmas meals. Christmas Eve at our home and Christmas day at Grandma and Poppa's house. We always had relish trays packed high with radishes, celery, carrot sticks, olives (to were on your fingers), green onions, and pickles - bread and butter and sweet pickles. On Christmas, after all gifts were open and shared with one and all, we drove to Grandma and Poppa's house for Christmas Lunch! More yummy food including the Cook Family Fruit Salad - made with oranges, pineapples, bananas, and sweet condensed milk. Not healthy, but oh so yummy. We also had a tradition of making candy - lots of candy. Fudge, Almond Roca, Divinity, Orange Nut Roll, Coconut Haystacks, Peanut Brittle, Caramels. This is one tradition that I have not really continued with my children.

Tradition of the Gifts: After Christmas Eve dinner at our house, we would retire to the living room and everyone was allowed to open one gift. This early gift helped the little ones get over the "I can't wait till morningism" and allowed for a calmer opening of gifts.  One of the younger children handed out one gift to each person and then we opened them one at a time and oohed and aahed over the contents.Then cookies and milk left out for Santa and the children were put to bed. I have continued the one gift on Christmas Eve with my children.

Traditions of Santa: When I was in Jr High my parents remodeled our house and bricked up our fireplace, so Santa had to visit us through our front door from then on. But the biggest Santa tradition in our house was that he left at least one of our Santa gifts in our rooms. In fact, that is how I learned there was no Santa Claus - I awoke and saw my dad putting my portable record player in my room on Christmas. Santa left the rest of his presents and our stockings under the tree in the living room. In our house Santa left unwrapped gifts. The whole family all had to be up and in the living room before we started opening gifts and going through our stockings. Santa always brought us an orange, candy canes and nuts in our stockings, traditions that I have continued with my kids. The orange and nuts are a continuation of a tradition started in the Brown Family Line, by Annie's daughter Bertha.

NEW TRADITIONS: My friend and neighbor, Judi, and I have created new traditions for our families at Christmas. Our two families spend Christmas Eve together snacking, singing carols and doing "Christmas Crackers" that are home made. The crackers have jokes, hats, toys and treats inside. Then we all gather around for the readings. Her husband reads the Bible story about christmas and then my husband reads Twas the Night Before Christmas. Then we tuck the children into bed.  On Christmas Day, our families share Christmas lunch together.

I hope you enjoyed my memories of Christmas Traditions. I hope you and yours have a very Merry Christmas with your family and your own traditions


Tuesday, December 22, 2009

The Final Resting Place - Musings of a Genealogist

I did not fully understand funerals, casket viewing, or visiting grave sites until I was over 40 years old. I have only been to 4 or 5 funerals in my entire life, and never visited grave sites until recently.  My maternal grandparents passed away when I was in Jr. High school, and while I remember that my mother went to Arizona to take care of the details, we as a family never discussed their deaths, if they were cremated or where they are buried. Since my family never discussed such things, I never gave them any thought.

My paternal grandparents both passed away after I moved away from California. I did not go home when notified of their deaths, because my family did not have funerals for them. I did go home to be with my Dad when my Mother passed away, but again we did not have a funeral for her as she was cremated and her ashes were scattered in Monterrey Bay.

During the past three decades, as I have research and studied my family history, I have all but ignored the information about funerals and burials. Since I never gave any real thought to my immediate family's burial information, why should I care about those who passed away hundreds of years ago?

But all of that is changing now.  The more time I spend working in the family history, the more I have the nagging feeling that I want to know where the "bodies are buried" and have started thinking about my own arrangements. I have visited quite a few of the grave sites of my ancestors: John, Mary, Annie, Ruth, Ellen, Sarah, Owen, Hannah, Watson, Oliver, Martha, Ellen, Bertha, George, and Cora. Participating in the events leading up to and including the burial of John Brown was so moving that I now find myself wanting to visit and leave flowers at my grandparents and mothers graves, but alas they do not have graves  for me to visit (except the ocean).

All of this has started me thinking about future generations - if I, someone who never gave a second thought about death and eternal resting places, has a such a strong desire to visit her mother's grave, and feels such a strong need to visit graves of her ancestors, how will her descendants react to the lack of graves in this span of generations?  What Am I Going To Leave My Descendants???????

I have, until now, always wanted to be cremated and have my ashes scattered, just like my parents and grandparents. But now, after the Year of John Brown, when I have traveled across America visiting historic sites and family grave sites, I find that I have a desire to leave a place of interment for my descendants to be able to visit me and feel the closeness that I have felt when standing near my ancestors graves. Now I have questions about what to do after I die. Cremation or burial? If cremated do I want the ashes spread or placed in urn or interned? Do I want a full grave site or a small niche with a plaque? What about headstone wording? Where do I want to be remembered, in my childhood home of California or Texas, my home of the past 30 years? So many new questions.

Guess Fred and I have some long hard discussions ahead of us, as I try to figure all of this out. Keep you posted.

Written for the January 2010 edition of the Graveyard Rabbits Blog Carnival, Topic: The Final Resting Place.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Festival of Postcards - The White Issue - Black and White Postcard

See the full Festival of Postcards here -

The black and white postcard I chose to present for your viewing pleasure is titled: "Tomb and Old Homestead in Essex County, N.Y., where "John Brow's Body Lies a-Mouldering in the Grave." Copyright 1908 by W. L. Erwin. I purchased this postcard on ebay.

W. L. Erwin produced most of the early twentieth century postcards relating to John Brown, Harpers Ferry, WV and North Elba, NY. Using a mixture of black & white photographs and period pen & ink drawings, the Erwin produced cards dominated the John Brown postcard market.

This postcard features two views of the John Brown Farm in North Elba, NY. The top view is of John Brown's gravestone. The bottom view is of the farmhouse as it looked in 1908. I have supplied detailed information about the two views below.


History of the Headstone:

There are five names on the headstone. This stone was originally carved as a memorial for John Brown's grandfather, John Brown (1728-1776) who was a Captain in the 8th Company, 18th Regiment of Connecticut during the Revolutionary war, who was buried where he died, near New York City, NY. This stone rested in small cemetery near Simsbury, Hartford, Connecticut, marking the family plot. When John's mother, Hannah, died in 1831 the stone was replaced with a larger marker.

In 1858, Brown had the old gravestone shipped to his farm in North Elba, where he arranged to have an inscription carved on the back honoring his son, Frederick, who was killed and buried in Kansas in 1856. Prior to his hanging on December 2, 1859, Brown left instructions to have his name as well as the names of Oliver and Watson, who died during the Harpers Ferry Raid added to the stone and placed at the head of his grave.

The headstone was originally free standing and open to the elements. A wooden case (shown in the postcard) was erected to protect the stone. A glass case was later erected around the stone.

Front of Grave stone

In Memory of  Capt. John Brown
Who Died At New York Sept. 3 1776
in the 48 year of his age


Born May 9, 1800
was Executed at Charleston, Va.
Dec. 2, 1859


Born Mar. 9, 1839, was
Killed at Harper's Ferry
Oct. 17, 1859

Back of Grave stone

In memory of FREDERICK
son of John & Dianthe Brown
Born Dec. 21, 1830, and
murdered at Osawatomie
Kansas, Aug. 30, 1856
for his adherence to
the cause of freedom

Born Oct. 7, 1835, was
wounded at Harper's Ferry
Oct. 17 & Died Oct.
19, 1859

History of the Farmhouse

The two story high, wood frame house was home to the Brown family from 1855 until 1863, when the family moved to California. Brown's son-in-law, Henry Thompson, originally built the house for approximately $100.00 in 1855. The original house was 30 x 25 feet with three rooms on the ground floor: a parlor, John and Mary's bedroom and a kitchen/dining area. The upper level was open and served as sleep quarters for all of the children. Temporary walls, or curtains, were installed to give privacy on a limited level. There was also a rough excavated basement for food storage. The house was heated with two stoves, a cooking stove in the middle of the kitchen and a smaller warming stove inn the parlor.

The Farm was owned by the Browns from 1855 to 1866, when it sold for $700.00 to Alexis Hinckley, a neighbor who had been renting the farm from 1863 – 1866. Hinckley sold the property to a coalition headed by Kate Field in 1870, for $2000.00. The coalition rented to the farm to Reuben Lawrence who lived in the house with his wife and eight children. To make the small house livable for this large family, many additions were made to the house. The picture on the postcard shows the house with additional porches on the front and rooms added to the back of the house. Look closely and you can see two of the Lawrence women sitting on the porch. The Lawrence family continued to live at and operate the farm until 1914. Various other caretakers lived in the house until the 1920s when the caretaker house was built.

In the 1950s the John Brown Farmhouse was restored to the original status.

  1. James A Beckman, Postcard History Series: Harpers Ferry, Copyright 2006, ISBN 0-7385-4291-1 Published by Arcadia Publishing, Library of Congress Catalog Card Number 2006924193
  2.  Edwin Cotter, Site Assessment and Analysis for use in the preparation of A Master Plan For John Brown Farm State Historic Site, June 1988
  3. Sate of New York, John Brown Farm State Historical Site, Office of Parks, Recreation and Historic Presevation, Printed 4/2004

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Two Great Op-Ed Pieces from the Adirondack Daily Enterprise

John Brown, a live one

POSTED: December 10, 2009

Adirondack Daily Enterprise

To the editor:
Having attended many of the events commemorating the execution of John Brown, I was impressed how the "faithful" - those devoted to the cause John Brown fought for - pay their respects very quietly, for personal reasons, without much notice from the larger world. While there was fanfare and attention to the marking of 150 years, the small number who make this pilgrimage feels like a select crowd. Obviously we haven't reached a consensus of his historical relevance, worthy of a broader appeal to our population - even from the safe distance of 150 years.

This historic importance of what Brown accomplished and stood for appeals to me as a creative person who identifies with underdogs, radicals and revolutionaries. Brown transcends the ordinary domain of bookish historians and - I think - would appeal to our local independent thinkers, especially in the context of a predominately white North Country demographic, and in stark contrast to the template of tourism and sports infrastructure of Lake Placid.

These events did "diversify" our neighborhood, yet briefly. We heard from Maria Suarez, who was enslaved in America in our lifetime, who afterward was wrongly imprisoned in the U.S. for more than two decades. One attendee reminded us of our local imprisoned population who are easily forgotten.

Through scholarly presentation, theatrical and literary presentation, spiritually inspired musical performance and solemn ceremony, we experienced a rich expression of how one life can touch many.
Peter Seward

Lake Placid
Excellent tribute to a great martyr
Adirondack Daily Enterprise  12.14.09

In my earliest memory I see myself as a very small boy, looking upward with
awe at the green, bearded giant with his arm over the shoulder of a Negro
boy. I wanted to be that boy, to be that loved.

I grew up next to John Brown's grave; I bought a California home beside
Mary's grave, lived there a decade, returned to live now where I started, on
Great Lot 94 in North Elba next to John Brown's Lot 95. My father, like his
father, was born in John Brown's house; he told endless tales of the place,
relayed by Lyman Epps Jr. and others who lived and died in the magnetic aura
of John Brown. Figure out John Brown, and you'll have figured out America.

North Elba and the world owe a debt of gratitude to Naj Wikoff, organizer of
this past week's John Brown Coming Home festival, which took place exactly
150 years after John Brown was dropped to his death on the gallows at
Charles Town, Va. (now part of West Virginia) and the ensuing week as his
widow Mary Ann Day Brown brought him home and laid him in repose beneath the
huge Labradorite in their front yard. (See this paper, prior editions, for
the coverage of all events.)

The great abolitionist's great-great-great-granddaughter was a remakable
presence throughout the festival. In Tuesday's snow, Alice Keesey Mecoy,
descendant via Annie Brown, and I went to the graves of the first Ellen
Brown, who died here in 1849, and Martha Brewster Brown, Oliver's widow.
Martha died soon after childbirth, within days of her child's death, in the
dead of 1860's winter at John Brown's farm - "collateral damage." She was
with Annie near Harpers Ferry the previous summer.

Russell Banks gave a powerful reading from his novel "Cloudsplitter" at the
Heritage House in Westport Sunday last. Setting up Owen Brown's attitude
about race, he read, in Owen's voice, "A black person made me constantly
conscious of my whiteness." He went on, "Whenever I was aware of my
whiteness, I was ashamed. Race consciousness is wrong like sex
consciousness." Owen proceeds to describe the "cure" for this condition - to
adopt "a permanent feeling of separation from his tribe," meaning from white
folks. This is exactly my case, diagnosed in better words than I would ever
have come up with. Persons sensitive to our racial dilemma and our polyglot
heritage often feel "outside"; witness Ishmael, the narrator of "Moby Dick,"
as a stereotype.

Pulitzer nominee Kevin Bales reminded us of the vast extent to which slavery
has persisted through the 20th century to now. Mr. Bales' plea for abolition
was followed by the testimony of Maria Suarez, who, as a legal immigrant
seeking honest employment, was swept up by an employer who turned
sex-enslaving monster - a monster soon murdered by another. She was charged
as an accessory, given a huge sentence in prison and supposed to be finally
deported. Her salvation was an absolute and rare miracle, as the USA today
relies more on angels than on justice.

Saturday evening's St. Eustace ceremonies included some of the finest
oratory and music ever heard in these parts. "Ironweed" author William
Kennedy gave us a hagiographic and ribald account of Russell Banks' life of
literature and always sticking up for the down. He told how Banks arrived in
Cuba too late to help Fidel kick Batista, too late to become Hemingway's
doppelganger, but not too late to endure six-hour rants by Castro on the
merits of revolution. And how, accidentally, Banks failed to become a Che
but succeeded in becoming huge in American literature and a composer of
sweeping, whooping, transcendental essays such as "Dreaming up America."

Sunday, the meaty academic core of the festival was capped by Don Papson's
historical documentation that after the Fugitive Slave Act of 1850, many
fugitives from slavery were moved through the Adirondacks: on Gerrit Smith's
lands, in North Elba, in Wilmington and at other points well off the main
line of the subterranean passage. Papson's huge work has put to death the
canard that no fugitives from slavery were extant at Timbuctoo, thus
validating the plot, the central and obvious assumption that a leopard
cannot shed his spots, upon which Banks built Owen Brown's tale, as told in
"Cloudsplitter." So-called historians who heretofore claimed there were no
slaves in Lake Placid are now debunked. Papson has worked in the trenches
that they ought to have excavated rather than presuming lack of evidence was
evidence of lacking.

Sunday evening's moving performance was a synchronized speaking of text
blended with folk music by Magpie, exulting in the fates of the various
heroes of Harpers Ferry. Monday afternoon, a team of grand Belgian horses
brought John Brown's casket finally home. That evening, Magpie - Greg and
Terry by now - gave the finest two-person play of the last days of John
Brown as he awaited his Dec. 2 deadline. Greg and Terry transmigrated their
obvious love to the hyper-affectionate last days as Mary descended from this
"icebox" into the warm, open arms of her soon-to-be martyr, Old Osawatomie
of the Kansas free state. Magpie's new CD on John Brown will tear your heart
with sweet passion.

Fittingly, John Brown's present-day fanatics wrapped up his 150th year of
immortality at Heaven Hill. It reminded me how the Transcendentalist words
of Ralph Waldo Emerson and David Henry Thoreau (like Naj, he inverted his
name, to Henry David) launched John Brown like a meteor from the shameful
gallows of Charles Town into the forefront of American political symbology
(using Dan Brown's coinage) and our national monomyth (using Joseph
Campbell's term) of always being saved by the hero acting in the name and
place of divine providence.

That day, with Jim McKenna's assistance, I identified a photo from the local
historical society which shows the homestead of Henry and Ruth Brown
Thompson. This house, not previously identified, is presumed the place where
John Brown was feted as he disembarked for his date with destiny at Harpers
Ferry. Also, some say that a young boy, Thomas Peacock, had walked a mile
east from his home to attend the party. This house, extant until about 1960,
was sited at the apex of Uihlein's potato fields, about one-fourth of a mile
due east from Bear Cub's 90-degree bend. These 160 acres were purchased from
Gerrit Smith in 1857 by Amos Lawrence of the Massachusetts Emigrant Aid
Society for $1,000 as security for Mary when John returned to Kansas. He
wrote Mary to give half to Henry and Ruth, to repay Henry for building the
cabin near John Brown's Labradorite. I found the deed for this half recorded
in Elizabethtown.

Anthony G. Lawrence lives in Lake Placid.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

New Poem about Sesquicentennial

Here for the first time ever is a new poem about John Brown and the Sesquicentennial. It was written by a dear friend, who has given me permission to share it with the world on my blog.  Please enjoy!

After Harper’s Ferry
                       by Gwen Gunn

snow began to fall on Adirondack rocks
as wreaths were laid to decorate the Old Man’s grave 
where for one hundred fifty years
he has lain since being hanged

Roy Innis was first    co-founder of CORE
shaky underneath a black umbrella
followed by a line of younger activists
locals from Lake Placid   travelers from afar

like Maria    who told of rape and bondage in Texas   
slavery still exists    but at least it’s now illegal
the horrors of John Brown’s days are fewer
his violence is becoming seen as justified

black folks have always understood that slavery
maintained by force of torture   of loss of family
indeed   of all identity   required force to end it
as slaves were sent farther south after the cotton gin

this peculiar institution grew more profitable
while the fugitive slave law made no free black safe
laws had to be broken to help them
abolitionists were terrorized and killed

passive resistance freed India from Britain
and improved civil rights in the Sixties
by facing detainment    dogs   even death
resistors risked their lives for their cause

but is it fair for an outsider to ask that of the victims?
moral suasion wasn’t winning after our revolution
John Brown couldn’t stand to see more ruined lives
believed he had to fight for those enslaved

American patriots fought to oust the British
the U.S. and Europe fought against the fascists
feeling there was no other way but force
now again we’re in a “just war” to free others

the Old Man in this grave farmed these hills with Africans
when most white people thought them lesser beings
his war against terror was personal    profound
seems in retrospect less mad than many others  

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Upcoming Radio Show Appearance

Featuring an All Star Panel:

The Folk Duo Magpie - Greg Artzer and Terry Leonine
Comedian and Activist -  Dick Gregory
National Congress of Black Women National Chair - Dr E. Faye Williams 
Direct Descendant of John Brown - Alice Keesey Mecoy 

Join us as we discuss the history of John Brown, the Harpers Ferry raid, the December 2, 1859 hanging, the 150th anniversary events in West Virginia and New York, as well as highlight the modern-day battles of abolitionists. 

Show:                             Make it Plain with Mark Thompson
Network:                       Sirius XM Satellite Radio 
Channels:                      Sirius Left 146 & XM America Left 167
Date:                             Thursday, December 17, 2009
Time:                             6:15pm EST (5:15CST)
Length:                          30-45 minutes
Type:                             Live by phone with callers

Friday, December 11, 2009

The Year of John Brown Comes To An End

"In Saratoga, California, my father, Paul Meredith Keesey, a great-great grandson of John Brown, and here in North Elba, New York, I, a great-great-great granddaughter of John Brown, participated in the ceremonies commingling the soil from John and Mary Brown's graves. Today, though their bodies are buried on opposite coasts, John and Mary Brown have been reunited by the actions of their descendants.

The reenactment of the burial of John Brown and the commingling of soil between John and Mary Brown's graves represent the culmination of 2009 – The Year of John Brown.

I have been both honored and proud to represent the Brown family as I have traveled to and spoken at many of the sites with John Brown historical significance: Red Bluff, Rohnerville and Saratoga, California; Hudson and Akron, Ohio; Charles Town and, of course, Harpers Ferry, West Virginia; and now, North Elba, New York.

Along the journey, I have had the opportunity to connect with many friends I have been corresponding with for years and have met many new friends. Like my ancestor, I do not see strangers, only friends I have not yet met.

The Year of John Brown has been an emotional year for me personally. I have experienced tears of joy and tears of sadness, moments of noise and longer moments of silence, examined the dark ugly side of humanity and celebrated the shining light of humanities greatest moments.

As I have traveled throughout this year, I have felt the presence of my great-great-great- grandfather, John Brown, close by my side -  his hand on my shoulder when I needed comforting, his fingers brushing the tears gently from my cheeks when I wept, and laughing with me in my moments of joy, although I laugh much louder than he did.

Now we come to the end of The Year of John Brown – but it is not the end of the fight. John Brown gave the ultimate gift of his life to end slavery, but we are still surrounded by this most evil of institutions.

During my travels, I have often heard people say, "Slavery ended with the Emancipation Proclamation, or if it does exist, it is only in underdeveloped countries. America does not have slavery." To this I answer, "No, you are wrong. Not only does slavery exist in the undeveloped countries, but in your own backyard. Slavery is not the public selling of another human, but rather the complete control of a person by the threat of violence for economic gain. A slave is a human being with no rights! This atrocity still exists today."

"But what can I do," you ask, "I am only one person. How much difference can I make?"

You must do everything you can to stop this evil:

Support the efforts of civil rights organizations such as C.O.R.E. ( and the NAACP (

Become active in an Anti-Slavery organization like Free the Slaves ( or The Frederick Douglass Family Foundation (

Tell your friends, your neighbors, your family, your children, your teachers – stop strangers on the street and tell them about slavery and the need to end it.

There are so many things you can do, JUST DO SOMETHING!

As we come to the end of The Year of John Brown, we commemorate his death, celebrate his life and pledge to continue the good fight, remember, John Brown was only one man, and look at what he accomplished!"

Alice Keesey Mecoy
Great great great Granddaughter of John Brown
December 8, 2009
Heaven Hill Farm>
Lake Placid, NY

Closing Speech of the John Brown Coming Home Events in Essex County, NY. Heaven Hill Farm, December 8, 2009

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Photographs from the Hanging Reenactment

I will do a write up when I have more time. I am just back from Charles Town WV and on my way to North Elba NY for a symposium on John Brown and then a reenactment of the burial of John Brown.  So until I can write all about it, enjoy the pictures

John Brown exiting the Courthouse  

Mary Brown, Alice Keesey Mecoy, John Brown and Naj Wickoff

Comedian Dick Gregory speaking at Reenactment