Happy 98th Anniversary Ruby & Ganny!

From The Annals of Sandy Spring, Volume V, 1929-1947, edited by Herbert Osburn Stabler, published by American Publishing Co., copyright 1950, p. 181:  On June 7th [1940], the Brigham children gave Reuben and Marjorie a reception in honor of their 25th anniversary.

More on Aunt Elsie

My dad's cousin Petie surprised me last night with two photographs of Aunt Elsie and an essay written by our Aunt Sissy. Although Elsie Brooke Snowden did not have any children of her own, her great-niece Petie definitely received Elsie's aesthetic inheritance. First, I would like to say a few words about Petie.

Artist Petie Brigham is a landscape painter working mostly in alkyd oils but I've seen some of her lovely watercolors and sketches as well. Her subjects are usually the sea, beaches, sounds and marshes of the Outer Banks. She studied painting in Woodstock, NY from 1969-73. Her approach to painting is to work from the abstract, loosely at first, toward realism. Petie layers paint opaquely and transparently, juxtaposing subtlety-mixed neutral colors against brighter more saturated color, until she achieves a sense of atmosphere and distance, but not necessarily detail, that reads to her eye. I am privileged to have two of her paintings hanging in my home. Petie Brigham lives and works on Roanoke Island. She is passionate, intelligent, and delightful to visit. Her work is custom-framed by Lynn Atkins Custom Framing in Manteo--Lynn is equally delightful. Petie's artwork is available through Greenleaf Art Gallery in Duck, North Carolina.

Marjorie Brigham Miller was the author of the essay below. We lovingly call her Aunt Sissy. She was Petie's aunt and my great-aunt. In turn, Aunt Elsie was Sissy's aunt and Petie's great-aunt. Sissy was 23 years old when Elsie died on December 21, 1945; Sissy was 72 years old when she wrote this down for Petie. There are some minor typos and historical inaccuracies, but I have not corrected them. I will share this essay with you as it was given to me, same as it was given to Petie. As Petie wrote to me, our Aunt Elsie "was a Mystery Woman in many respects."



Elsie Brooke Snowden

Excerpt from a letter written to my niece in Virginia with requested information about my Aunt Elsie Brooke Snowden. (Written in 1994 by Marjorie Brigham Miller)

This morning I have betaken myself to a faraway place, where only the green fields, distant hills, morning mist and lovely sounds of the birds claim my attention. Ever since you asked me to write a little about Elsie, my mind has been crowded with such a myriad of thoughts of her that had been stored away for many, many years. The mere mention of her name brought such a rush of childhood memories, with a combination of deep sadness and affection which swept over me so suddenly my eyes were filled with tears. All at once I realized that this woman, my aunt, had influenced my whole life, probably more than I had ever before realized, and I had an overwhelming desire to pull back as many memories as I could, to be given the privilege of, as an adult, being able to absorb the impressions and lessons and images with which she fired my childhood imagination so long ago.

There was always an air of sadness about her, and I always knew her life was a hard one. She was the eldest of five children and the two pictures that come to my mind are the first of her as a child with a pouty mouth, a toddler early displaced by other babies. The same mouth in adulthood became sensitive in early years and then firmly, grimly set as the dreams faded and the cruel years of the Great Depression made earning a livelihood next to impossible in the fine arts world. She had one fling at world travel; and that as a companion to a wealthy lady who traveled a few weeks “abroad” in Europe. On that wonderful journey, she sketched enough vistas and objets d’art to last all her life and had great memories of Rome and Paris.

Foremost among her talents must surely have been her gift for portraiture for which she won the Corcoran Art Gallery Gold Medal. As far as I know, any training she received was there, and it was there also she met her two dearest lifelong friends. There was the hint of an early love, but I never heard much about it. I only know she always seemed a very pensive, sad kind of person who had a deep sense of appreciation for beauty and nature and enjoyed funny situations and little jokes. She always made me feel that “if you could see something, you could draw it” and I always believed it and listened enraptured as she explained the wonderful mysteries of color, mixing, perspective and balance. Her teaching has remained with me all my life, although it was only the tag-along fun of a little girl watching a friendly aunt who enjoyed answering all my questions. I still remember the importance of ox-gall, the fragility of pastels, the sin of leaving brushes stiff with paint – not because she ever let me do any art work in her studio, but just because I was fascinated just to be allowed to watch her and listen to her.

Just the mention of the name ”Elsie” brings a picture to my mind of large serious sea-blue eyes, an ample sensitive mouth, and a mass of strawberry-blonde hair piled above a sad, pale face.

Blessed with a very practical and forward-thinking little Quaker mother, she was ever somewhat at odds with her viewpoint. After my grandmother gathered her girls together and gave them a brief explanation of feminine hygiene and an even briefer summary on the facts of live, Elsie’s only comment was: “I think the whole thing is perfectly disgusting!”

Ever the artist and aesthete, she recoiled as her elderly semi-invalid little mother would retire for her afternoon nap and say, “Now, Elsie, thee has two hours. Go and paint!” So many nights, her weary but inspired artist-daughter could be found painting beautiful flower still-life creations by the flickering light of a kerosene lamp. After a hard day’s work keeping house in a large old house and caring for her demanding, aging parents, the spark of her talent still managed to produce lovely rich creations on her canvas.

In order to make money when the market would not demand expensive oil paintings, she put “pride in her pocket” and taught herself heraldry – researching it out at the Library of Congress. She did coats of arms and sold them, framed, for $25.00 each, hating every minute of the exacting, detailed, unimaginative work, all the while longing to be working with her beloved oils.

Her only years of freedom were the two or three she had lived alone in a Washington, D.C. basement studio-apartment at Henderson’s Castle on 16th St. After that it was back to the old family home “Ingleside” in Ashton with no electricity, an aged pump, woodstoves and in later years, needy parents.

Somehow, almost osmotically, her appreciation for beauty, her love of color, delicate fragrances, the exquisiteness of Nature – all seemed to absorb into my own being, just from sharing days with her. I realize now how great was the privilege of my brief association with her and I wish the world of art could have known her better. The cursing blight of those hard years must have smothered many great creative talents, forced to scratch out a livelihood under rigorous, grueling conditions. Like Monet, she gardened all her life, carefully raising the flowers she wanted in her pictures. The delicate blues, soft rose tones and pure whites for light effects, the rich golds, crimsons and tawny oranges to group with rich blue plates and aged crockery.

The rare opportunities to do portrait work gave us glimpses of the depth of her talent, kin to that of the Dutch Masters and sadly, not many remain in the family. She requested that all unfinished works be burned at her death. Looking back, I'm reminded of Wordsworth’s “Lucy”. “She dwelt among untrodden ways” and spent her life at a period when times were hard and maintaining even “genteel poverty” was almost impossible.

She longed for a trip, a rest, a break from so much care. In her mid-fifties she required surgery for abdominal malignancy. She welcomed the “rest”, saying to her sisters, “I am the only one of you girls who has never had a good rest in the hospital”. She enjoyed the cards, flowers, pretty lingerie and being cared for. Two days after surgery, she died in her sleep – the one thing in her life that was easy. Until I began to write, I had never realized the indelible mark my dear aunt left in my personal outlook on life. Perhaps her greatest legacy lies in the great appreciation of beauty she gave by example, which I, in turn, have so enjoyed sharing with my children. She never knew them, but a lot of what they know and are may well have come from what she taught me by attitudes and example. To me, she was what Robert Henri would term “a true art spirit”.

[More on Elsie Brooke Snowden's life and artwork is here.]

Marjorie Brigham Miller

BERLIN - Marjorie Brigham Miller, 89, of Berlin died Jan. 28, 2012, with family by her bedside.

Born Feb. 22, 1922, in Washington, D.C.; the daughter of Reuben and Marjorie (Snowden) Brigham. Graduating with a bachelor's degree from the University of Maryland School of Nursing in 1944, she continued her nursing career until retiring in 1986. On July 18, 1944, she married Robert Whitley Miller at her parents' home in Sandy Spring, Md. Their life together was spent in New Jersey, Maryland, Massachusetts and eventually settling in Vermont in 1960. Marjorie and Robert were married for 42 years prior to his death July 25, 1986. She also served as a lieutenant in the Medical Corps in the U.S. Army 1944-1945, stationed in the Philippines. Her nursing career spanned 42 years in many areas of hospital nursing including working in the first intensive care unit at the now Fletcher Allen Health Care to nursing supervisor at Central Vermont Medical Center from its opening in 1968 until 1986. Her family, profession and encouraging young people were always important to her. She is remembered for her kind words, positive outlook, high professional standards, talent as a mentor and teacher to those she worked with and the ability to add humor to most any situation.

Later in life, her days were spent writing, reading, gardening, knitting, hand-quilting, enjoying hearing about the accomplishments of her children and grandchildren and living each day with the belief of "make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes."

She is survived by her children: Robert Miller and wife Gail Pataky, of Charlottesville, Va., Anne Wall and husband Jonathan Wall, of Ely, Nev., Margaret Whittaker and husband Kenneth Whittaker, of Wenham, Mass., Stephen Miller and wife Cynthia Johnson, of Calais, Frank Miller, of New York City, Christine Koonz and husband Jeff Koonz, of Middlesex, Richard Miller, of Middlesex; 10 grandchildren; nine great-grandchildren; and many close nieces and nephews.

She is predeceased by her husband, Robert Miller, and her three brothers.

A memorial service will take place in July 2012. Memorial contributions will be used to establish a scholarship in her name for a U-32 High School student entering the nursing profession. Donations may be sent c/o Chris Koonz, 273 East Hill Road, Middlesex, VT 05602.

Published in Times Argus on February 18, 2012

Profiles of Reuben Brigham

From the website of the Association for Communication Excellence in Agriculture, Natural Resources, and Life and Human Sciences:

The Reuben Brigham Award is offered in memory of Reuben Brigham (1887-1946), a native of Marlboro, Mass., and graduate of the University of Maryland. He served as an extension editor and 4-H Club agent in Maryland and was called to the Federal Extension Service office in 1917 to develop an editorial and visual aids service for extension editors. Brigham traveled the nation, conferring with editors and directors, and helped states develop their own editorial offices as separate units.

He organized the American Association of Agricultural College Editors and served as its president, secretary and treasurer. He established the Extension Service Review in 1939 and participated in the Farm and Home Hour of the National Broadcasting Company. During the Depression, he helped develop action agencies of the Agricultural Adjustment Administration. As head of a regional section of the AAA information office, he ensured that extension staffs were involved in that organization’s information plans. He later was appointed assistant director of the Federal Extension Service and was associated with extension directors, the land-grant college association and policy-making committees of the U.S. Department of Agriculture. Brigham died in Chicago while attending a meeting at the National 4-H Club Congress.

The Reuben Brigham Award, established in 1947, is reserved for a communicator, including a public relations or advertising professional, who has made a a major contribution in the field of agriculture, natural resources, or life and human sciences at the regional, national or international level. Active and retired members of ACE, a land-grant college or university staff, or USDA staffs are not eligible for the award. (Click for a list of past winners.)

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A profile from the ACE retirees website:

Reuben Brigham. President 1924-25. U. S. Department of Agriculture

Reuben Brigham was born Dec. 13, 1887 in Marlboro, Mass. He was the son of a farmer and professor of agriculture. He graduated from the Maryland Agricultural College (later the University of Maryland) in 1908. For the next five years he operated a farm in Maryland, then returned to the university in 1913 to serve as secretary of Alumni Affairs to the university president. When the Smith-Lever Act established the extension service later that year, he joined the Maryland College of Agriculture staff where he was their first extension editor and 4-H club agent.

In 1917 he joined the U.S. Department of Agriculture’s extension service in Washington, D.C. to develop an editorial and visual-aids service for extension editors. He also started the Extension Service Review magazine in 1930.

During the depression years of the 1930s, he joined the Agricultural Adjustment Administration (AAA) where he was in charge of a regional section of the “Triple A” information office. In this position, he “saw to it that the college editors of the nation were used in all information plans and that the local state extension staff, including the editor, was not by-passed. . ..” He later returned to the extension service and was named assistant director.

He died unexpectedly Dec. 6, 1946 while attending the National 4-H Club Congress in Chicago—one week short of his 59th birthday. Following Reuben Brigham’s death, Past President Frank Jeter (North Carolina) said, “Brigham has as much to do with the successful formation and organization of the American Association of Agricultural College Editors as any other one single person.” Since 1947 AAACE/ACE has given the annual Reuben Brigham Award to honor the contributions in agricultural, home economics, and rural communication of a person outside its membership—the organization’s highest award.

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And finally the culmination of a recent research project by Scout Jim Bikel titled "Reuben Brigham: Legend Unveiled," dated March 21, 2009, about the founder and first scoutmaster of Boy Scout Troop #264. He presented his project to the 10th annual Montgomery County gathering for National History Day. I had the pleasure of meeting Jim Bikel--a very nice young man--and I think he did a great job here. I have inserted two minor corrections into the text, which appear within brackets and are italicized:

Introduction

As part of a competition for an extracurricular activity known as National History Day, I did a research project on Mr. Reuben Brigham, commonly known to you as the troop’s founder. National History Day is a competition that is similar to a science fair for history. This year, the NHD had a theme of legacy. They recommended that we each pick a person from any period of history to research, and to focus on their lasting impact on the community, nation or world. While others focused on more well-known characters such as John Wilkes Booth, Walter Reed or Dr. Bird, I chose a lesser known character that I knew impacted me. Reuben Brigham, I knew, founded our scout troop in 1927. I knew nothing else about him, and didn’t expect much. Instead, I found he left much more than a scout troop behind. Be aware that I write about only what I was able to find out, and it is likely that some information is missing.

Childhood Years and Early Background

Reuben Brigham was born in Marlboro, Massachusetts, on December 13, 1887. His early years were spent growing up on a farm. His father taught him the farming methods himself, and Reuben also went to many different schools. He grew up not only in America, but in several other nations, including Germany and Japan. Sometime, he moved to the United States again and settled in Ashton, MD. He went to the University of Maryland (known back then as the Maryland Agricultural College), and he then graduated in 1908. After his graduation, he farmed for five years until his life became interesting.

Parcel Post

Ever wonder how that package came to your door? Ever wonder who started the Parcel Post? Farmers in the United States long wanted a government parcel service, due to the high prices that private companies would require. You often had two choices with items. You could pay more than half the worth to ship your products east or you could let them rot while you haul them yourself over the Appalachian Mountains. The reverse was true with getting something. If you needed, say, a Model-T car-to-tractor conversion kit so you could use a gasoline engine instead of a stubborn mule to plow your fields, you would have to pay the evil railroad companies more than twice the value of the kit to ship it to where you could pick it up, or you could take the dangerous route east yourself to get the part, leaving your farm unattended and spending hard-earned cash on gasoline and such. The National Grange, a large nationwide organization that farmers used to unionize and advocate for farmer rights, had turned a blind eye to it. Mr. Brigham, of the Olney Grange, wasn’t about to let a good plan go to waste. (The Olney Grange was a branch of the Maryland Grange, a branch of the National Grange, which was formed as unions won battles in industry while envious farmers still struggled.) By encouraging congressman David J. Lewis to test its soundness in Congress, he managed to get it through. There were many points at which the Honorable David J. Lewis admitted he felt like giving up. He said that through Mr. Brigham’s bottomless enthusiasm, he managed to gain enough support to get the legislation passed. Farmers and city folks nationwide loved it. A farmer now did not have to spend near as much to get a stupid part, so he was able to expand his farm more rapidly, and the customers ended up paying much less due to the significantly lowered shipping costs. The only downfall to this legislation was that the railroad companies were going bankrupt (eventually leading some of them to unite as CSX.) So next time you receive a package at the door, think about how it all started-from that same man who founded our scout troop.

The Agricultural Department

Ever hear about the United States Department of Agriculture? (You know, that government agency that inspects meat, leaving a sticker on it if it looks good enough?) It was originally started to help farmers and ranchers become educated about their actions, work, and sanitation, and to clean up the meat-packing industry scandals. According to the Agricultural Extension Service, he was called to the Department of Agriculture in 1917 to take charge of producing visual and editorial materials. After serving a year in the army, he returned to the agricultural department. He worked in the Agricultural Extension Service, which was created for the purpose of gathering the above stated materials. In the Extension service, he created a magazine which is still published today, known as the Agriculture Extension Service Review. In 1933, he was placed in the Agricultural Adjustment Administration (remember learning about FDR’s New Deal in History Class?). There he developed a regional contact division, which was used as a public relations committee for the AAA and other depression and wartime agencies. (The AAA was later deemed unconstitutional by the Supreme Court.) Another of his extension jobs was being the 4-H Club leader to Maryland, and he eventually became the top figure in the national 4-H Club. The 4-H Club was an organization founded to teach farm youth the basics of farming and how to do it the right way (preventing another Dust Bowl), and to give farm youth a proper education and upbringing. In his work, Mr. Brigham was very dedicated. He would not give the people he needed to contact a telephone call or a proper letter, but instead he would go out there in person and talk and become friendly with the farmers. He was so attached to his work that he died of an ailment when he went out west to contact a few farmers in 1946.

Mr. Brigham and War

In 1918, a year after Reuben joined the Agricultural Department, he joined the army. He fought as one of millions of “doughboys” fighting in WWI for the Allies against the Central Powers. He only fought for a single year, and not too much is known about his actions, most likely because he was no one of high rank. Reuben’s children were all involved in WWII. His son, David Brigham, served in the Pacific, and his other son served in Europe. His daughter became an army nurse. Mr. Brigham understood how the Axis Powers saw the war from their point of view, instead of just the Allied view, having grown up in Japan and Germany himself.

Mr. Brigham and Family

As stated before, Mr. Brigham’s father had dragged Reuben’s childhood all over the world. Mr. Brigham married Marjorie Snowden on June 7, 1915 at Ingleside (Queen Anne's County, MD) [*correction by Barb - Ingleside was the name of Francis Snowden's home located south of Ashton, MD, on what is now Route 650 New Hampshire Avenue]. Mr. and Mrs. Brigham were devout Quakers, and played a role in the Sandy Spring Friends group. As stated before, Reuben had three children. His first son, David Lewis Brigham, was named after Congressman David J. Lewis, a friend to Mr. Brigham. He had a second son, whose name I cannot find [*correction by Barb - Reuben had two more sons named Francis Snowden Brigham and Arthur P. Brigham, both of whom are deceased]. His daughter, born on February 22, 1922, was named after her mother, to become Marjorie Amber Brigham [now Marjorie Brigham Miller]. Marjorie, (the daughter) is still alive. She lives in Vermont, and helped me with my MDHD project. David Brigham married Gladys Beall in Rockville on December 28, 1938. David and Gladys Brigham had a son, who was also named David. This David Brigham, grandson of Reuben Brigham, is the person who has his name on a plaque on the bell structure in front of Sherwood High School. David Brigham Sr. died in 1999, and he had written a memoir about his father for the troop (also posted on the website). Reuben, having died in 1946, is buried on his property in Ashton next to his wife, Marjorie.

Property and House

Mr. Brigham bought his property from Francis Snowden in 1921. He built his house, named Glyndon, and that house still stands. It is visible at 1022 Olney-Sandy Spring Road, Ashton, MD. Our troop used to do our annual primitive there, but due to a problem with the neighbors, we have used the Haviland property as a substitute. (I will not discuss this too much, because I am bound to get it wrong, not knowing all the details.) On his property, he and his wife are buried as previously stated side-by-side. Besides the grave markers, there are different memorials honoring him, one from the American Legion Post #68, (which he helped found after WWI and which is still the sponsor of the troop), another from the University of Maryland Class of ’08 (1908, not 2008), and another from “Friends in Agriculture”.

Brigham and Youth

Mr. Brigham believed in the proper upbringing of rural youth. This is visible through the 4-H clubs he was involved with. David Brigham Senior has already written his brief memoir about the Troop’s history, so I shall not restate that. To access it, follow this link.

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Correspondence from the late 1940's between Reuben "Shorty" Brigham and John William Firor are housed in Duke University Library's collection of Firor's papers, indexed here but not available online. Measuring in at 6'6" tall, this "Shorty" must be our Reuben.