Ladies and gentlemen, in the summer of 1889, nearly a year after John Brown was fatally shot at the Parker House in uptown Hillsboro, a jury of 12 men found Marion DeCalb Britton, Brown’s brother-in-law, guilty of second-degree murder.
Ladies and gentlemen, in the summer of 1889, nearly a year after John Brown was fatally shot at the Parker House in uptown Hillsboro, a jury of 12 men found Marion DeCalb Britton, Brown’s brother-in-law, guilty of second-degree murder.
As we let those 12 men discuss the murder case in the jury room back in June of 1889, let’s take a few moments to examine the case that was presented in a packed courtroom at the Highland County Courthouse.
As we let those 12 men discuss the murder case in the jury room back in June of 1889, let’s take a few moments to examine the case that was presented in a packed courtroom at the Highland County Courthouse.
Ladies and gentlemen, as I write this, it’s the 126th anniversary of the day that John C. Brown was shot and mortally wounded at the Parker House in uptown Hillsboro.
Ladies and gentlemen, as I write this, it’s the 126th anniversary of the day that John C. Brown was shot and mortally wounded at the Parker House in uptown Hillsboro.
Ladies and gentlemen, as I write this, it’s the 126th anniversary of the day that John C. Brown was shot and mortally wounded at the Parker House in uptown Hillsboro.
Ladies and gentlemen, around noon on Saturday, Aug. 4, 1888, John Brown was sitting in front of the Parker House Hotel in uptown Hillsboro. He was talking to a friend.
Ladies and gentlemen, around noon on Saturday, Aug. 4, 1888, John Brown was sitting in front of the Parker House Hotel in uptown Hillsboro. He was talking to a friend.
Standing outside a two-story farmhouse a few miles west of Hillsboro, a group of more than a dozen people pose for a family portrait. The men are wearing suits; the ladies have on their dresses. A mother standing on a walk-out balcony above the front porch positions her young toddler on the railing.
Standing outside a two-story farmhouse a few miles west of Hillsboro, a group of more than a dozen people pose for a family portrait. The men are wearing suits; the ladies have on their dresses. A mother standing on a walk-out balcony above the front porch positions her young toddler on the railing.
I wrote a column last year about the player that fans voted “Greatest Red Who Ever Lived” back in 1969 and Joe Morgan once called “The best of us all.” Following that trip down memory lane, HCP Publisher Rory Ryan told me he had heard a story about how Edd Roush was once ejected from a game for sleeping in the outfield. It’s 100 percent true.
I wrote a column last year about the player that fans voted “Greatest Red Who Ever Lived” back in 1969 and Joe Morgan once called “The best of us all.” Following that trip down memory lane, HCP Publisher Rory Ryan told me he had heard a story about how Edd Roush was once ejected from a game for sleeping in the outfield. It’s 100 percent true.
Get this: Life is a test for something worthwhile; it is not a test that can be easily passed. The test is aimed to try out the mettle you’re made of; you can’t “soldier” through; you can’t “lay down” on your job and come in with the winners.
Get this: Life is a test for something worthwhile; it is not a test that can be easily passed. The test is aimed to try out the mettle you’re made of; you can’t “soldier” through; you can’t “lay down” on your job and come in with the winners.
You would probably guess the main reason Edd Roush is my favorite Red is because of his surname (or that we’re distantly related); but more than anything, it’s because that was one of the first times my Granddad sat me down and told me stories of days gone by. And until he passed away in 2006, my Granddad told me so many priceless stories, stories I cherish … and times I miss.