Marriages (July 7)

Brosmer - Willett

Utica Saturday Globe, June 29, 1907

 

 

Fred E. and Eula B. (Willett) Brosmer

Norwich [Chenango Co., NY]:  At St. Paul's parsonage at 3 o'clock Tuesday afternoon occurred the marriage of Miss Eula B. Willett, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. W.H. Willett, of Keene, N.H., and Fred E. Brosmer, of Norwich.  They were attended by Miss Mayme Daley and Lem Brosmer, a niece and brother respectively of the groom.  The bride was attired in a neat traveling suit of brown chiffon panama.  A luncheon was served to the bride and groom and a few relatives at the home of the groom's parents on South Broad street and Mr. and Mrs. Brosmer left on an afternoon train amid a shower of rice and confetti for a bridal trip to Utica, Richfield Springs and Oneonta.  They were the recipients of many beautiful gifts.  The bride is a graduate of Keene grammar school in the class of 1904 and previous to her departure from her New Hampshire home was tendered a surprise by her many friends and showered with gifts of linen and silver.  The groom is a popular employee of the Norwich postoffice. After July 1, Mr. and Mrs. Brosmer will be at home at 88 South Broad street.

 

Juliand - Coan

57th Anniversary

Bainbridge Republican, January 30, 1880

 

JULIAND - COAN:  Married in Guilford, Conn., January 28th, 1823, by the Rev. David Baldwin, Mr. Richard W. Juliand, and miss Lucretia Coan.

 

When a husband and wife have seen their fifty-seventh wedding day, they may well be said to have reached the golden age of matrimony.  The venerable host and hostess, who received a few friends at their hospitable home "on the hill" last Wednesday evening, have arrived at that period, and with the mellow light of life's declining sun shining upon their heads, they stood before the assembled guests implying by their actions that they were ready to repeat the pledge of mutual affection which they exchanged more than half a century ago.  Time has not chilled their hearts, though it has scattered its snows of many winters in their hair, and with its rough hand traced here and there, its furrows on their brows.  It was truly refreshing to look upon their bright, genial faces when we consider how many years have passed from Time into Eternity since they first plighted their troth at the altar.

 

Within the period of time which has elapsed since our dear friends were made one, nations have been divided, empires overthrown, kingdoms set up, and the very face of nature in many parts of the world, has changed.  But there has been no change in the bridal couple who entertained us so handsomely the evening of their recent anniversary, save that which years produce on the outer shell of humanity.  In soul and spirit the bride and bridegroom of that evening were the bride and bridegroom of fifty-seven years ago.  This is an age of improvements; but there are some things which cannot be improved.  One of them is old fashioned affection.  It is most beautifully illustrated in the lives of the two esteemed friends of whom we are speaking.  Though one, from infirmity and age, is deprived of a great deal of his own self-dependence, yet the other watches over him most tenderly and affectionately and administers to his every want.  We see in them the picture of love triumphant over time, which Burns doubtless had in his mind's eye when he wrote that most touching of all ballads:  " John Anderson, my Jo."  For more than fifty years they have traveled together the pathway of life, through storm and sunshine trusting and clinging to each other, and though they are now old in years, yet they are young in heart, and are happy in the love of one another.  In the name of the guests present at their fifty-seventh anniversary, we wish them a safe and pleasant journey to the end of their earthly pilgrimage. 

 

We trust that the remainder of the sea of life over which they may, by Gods providence, be permitted to sail, will be tranquil and placid as an inland lake surrounded by mountains, and that ,as they draw nearer and nearer to the haven where they would be, and to which we are all bound, may "the peace of God which passeth all understanding" be theirs.   E.L.J.