Bobby didn't have a master's degree from a prestigious college. He wasn't a President or CEO of a well-known company. He didn't have great wealth financially. But he was blessed with a large family for which he had a deep love. He was the young father of a son and two daughters at the age of twenty three, another son when he was thirty three and he cherished them with a loving heart. They married and multiplied and gave him grandchildren, five boys and one girl but his time came before he had any great grandchildren but he would have loved them dearly. He had many aunts, uncles and cousins on both the Brown and Brewer side of his family. He had five living grandmas when he was born and I am including a picture of them on this memorial. God gave Bobby a love for the land…he loved to sow…then watch the crops grow working from sunup till sundown getting the seeds in the ground and when the time came to reap the crops the process started all over again. When he mowed the hay, there was a fragrance to rival any brand of expensive perfume in any high price retail store.
God also blessed Bobby with the love of animals…cows, calves, pigs, chickens, turkeys, and dogs. Two of his best friends were Porky, a shar-pei and Bob, a fiest mix who accompanied him everywhere he went on and near the farm. Porky sat on the passenger side with the appearance of a man and Bob rode next to Bobby, laying his head on Bobby's right arm. They would ride out in the pasture in the pick-up truck during calving time and watch the little calves frolicking around their mamas with their tails held high, never getting too far away. When they went into the hog house, Bobby would prop his arm on the highest board of the stall and watch the baby pigs scrambling and fighting with each other and squealing at the top of their voices trying to get to the table for some of mama's savory milk.
In his lifetime I would not guess as to how many chickens and turkeys Bobby raised. He loved to watch the babies scratching in the box lids of feed and throwing it all over each other and when they got a little bigger he would tease them by whistling and they would raise their heads high thinking it was a hawk.
Yes, Bobby was a FARMER! And I was fortunate enough to be his wife. We both were raised on a farm and had no desire to live anywhere else. When he was ill, he made two remarks that I cherish in my heart. When he was in the hospital, he was sitting in the recliner because he couldn't lie down on a bed and he reached over and patted me on the hand and said "You're the best thing that ever happened to me". On another occasion, he said "Mama, we've never had much money, but I've been happy". No matter where he went, he never met a stranger and one of his grandson's is just like him...no matter where he goes, he enjoys every body's conversation! Would you say we were both blessed in our lifetime?
-Marlene Clapp Brown
Wife of Bobby
God also blessed Bobby with the love of animals…cows, calves, pigs, chickens, turkeys, and dogs. Two of his best friends were Porky, a shar-pei and Bob, a fiest mix who accompanied him everywhere he went on and near the farm. Porky sat on the passenger side with the appearance of a man and Bob rode next to Bobby, laying his head on Bobby's right arm. They would ride out in the pasture in the pick-up truck during calving time and watch the little calves frolicking around their mamas with their tails held high, never getting too far away. When they went into the hog house, Bobby would prop his arm on the highest board of the stall and watch the baby pigs scrambling and fighting with each other and squealing at the top of their voices trying to get to the table for some of mama's savory milk.
In his lifetime I would not guess as to how many chickens and turkeys Bobby raised. He loved to watch the babies scratching in the box lids of feed and throwing it all over each other and when they got a little bigger he would tease them by whistling and they would raise their heads high thinking it was a hawk.
Yes, Bobby was a FARMER! And I was fortunate enough to be his wife. We both were raised on a farm and had no desire to live anywhere else. When he was ill, he made two remarks that I cherish in my heart. When he was in the hospital, he was sitting in the recliner because he couldn't lie down on a bed and he reached over and patted me on the hand and said "You're the best thing that ever happened to me". On another occasion, he said "Mama, we've never had much money, but I've been happy". No matter where he went, he never met a stranger and one of his grandson's is just like him...no matter where he goes, he enjoys every body's conversation! Would you say we were both blessed in our lifetime?
-Marlene Clapp Brown
Wife of Bobby
Bobby didn't have a master's degree from a prestigious college. He wasn't a President or CEO of a well-known company. He didn't have great wealth financially. But he was blessed with a large family for which he had a deep love. He was the young father of a son and two daughters at the age of twenty three, another son when he was thirty three and he cherished them with a loving heart. They married and multiplied and gave him grandchildren, five boys and one girl but his time came before he had any great grandchildren but he would have loved them dearly. He had many aunts, uncles and cousins on both the Brown and Brewer side of his family. He had five living grandmas when he was born and I am including a picture of them on this memorial. God gave Bobby a love for the land…he loved to sow…then watch the crops grow working from sunup till sundown getting the seeds in the ground and when the time came to reap the crops the process started all over again. When he mowed the hay, there was a fragrance to rival any brand of expensive perfume in any high price retail store.
God also blessed Bobby with the love of animals…cows, calves, pigs, chickens, turkeys, and dogs. Two of his best friends were Porky, a shar-pei and Bob, a fiest mix who accompanied him everywhere he went on and near the farm. Porky sat on the passenger side with the appearance of a man and Bob rode next to Bobby, laying his head on Bobby's right arm. They would ride out in the pasture in the pick-up truck during calving time and watch the little calves frolicking around their mamas with their tails held high, never getting too far away. When they went into the hog house, Bobby would prop his arm on the highest board of the stall and watch the baby pigs scrambling and fighting with each other and squealing at the top of their voices trying to get to the table for some of mama's savory milk.
In his lifetime I would not guess as to how many chickens and turkeys Bobby raised. He loved to watch the babies scratching in the box lids of feed and throwing it all over each other and when they got a little bigger he would tease them by whistling and they would raise their heads high thinking it was a hawk.
Yes, Bobby was a FARMER! And I was fortunate enough to be his wife. We both were raised on a farm and had no desire to live anywhere else. When he was ill, he made two remarks that I cherish in my heart. When he was in the hospital, he was sitting in the recliner because he couldn't lie down on a bed and he reached over and patted me on the hand and said "You're the best thing that ever happened to me". On another occasion, he said "Mama, we've never had much money, but I've been happy". No matter where he went, he never met a stranger and one of his grandson's is just like him...no matter where he goes, he enjoys every body's conversation! Would you say we were both blessed in our lifetime?
-Marlene Clapp Brown
Wife of Bobby
God also blessed Bobby with the love of animals…cows, calves, pigs, chickens, turkeys, and dogs. Two of his best friends were Porky, a shar-pei and Bob, a fiest mix who accompanied him everywhere he went on and near the farm. Porky sat on the passenger side with the appearance of a man and Bob rode next to Bobby, laying his head on Bobby's right arm. They would ride out in the pasture in the pick-up truck during calving time and watch the little calves frolicking around their mamas with their tails held high, never getting too far away. When they went into the hog house, Bobby would prop his arm on the highest board of the stall and watch the baby pigs scrambling and fighting with each other and squealing at the top of their voices trying to get to the table for some of mama's savory milk.
In his lifetime I would not guess as to how many chickens and turkeys Bobby raised. He loved to watch the babies scratching in the box lids of feed and throwing it all over each other and when they got a little bigger he would tease them by whistling and they would raise their heads high thinking it was a hawk.
Yes, Bobby was a FARMER! And I was fortunate enough to be his wife. We both were raised on a farm and had no desire to live anywhere else. When he was ill, he made two remarks that I cherish in my heart. When he was in the hospital, he was sitting in the recliner because he couldn't lie down on a bed and he reached over and patted me on the hand and said "You're the best thing that ever happened to me". On another occasion, he said "Mama, we've never had much money, but I've been happy". No matter where he went, he never met a stranger and one of his grandson's is just like him...no matter where he goes, he enjoys every body's conversation! Would you say we were both blessed in our lifetime?
-Marlene Clapp Brown
Wife of Bobby
Inscription
'Going Home'
We would be 'Going Home' after we passed from this earth.
My oldest daughter, Karen (Sissy) and I designed the headstone using photographs of Bobby and me the last time we went to the coast. Bobby was walking down the beach 'Going Home' toward 'God's hands'. Bobby enjoyed the lighthouses, and what would it be like at the coast without one. We chose our favorite image of God's Hands from several examples.
I chose dogwood branches and red birds for the front of the stone. The dogwood signifies that Christ died on the Cross for us and the red birds signifies that God gave us a wonderful gift that Bobby and I enjoyed so much and was our favorite bird. When he was not able to do anything much, he would watch the number of red birds at the feeders to tell me how many there had been that day.
Gravesite Details
Well Kept
