Grace Brown Forlorn Love and Murder

Grace Brown Forlorn Love …

Grace Brown

Grace Mae Brown (March 20, 1886 – July 11, 1906)

Why do you cry Grace Brown,
Is it because he won’t marry you?
Sweet dear one, your love is forlorn,
You beg till he gives in to a promise,
To wed you and be a father to the unborn,
A smile brightens your sad face,
And your heart is filled with joy,
You hope your little one will be a boy.

A romantic trip he plans for you dear,
Dry your eyes and shed not a tear,
A simple ceremony in the mountains,
In the little chapel you would marry,
Among the beauty of nature by the lake,
Oh! how your heart soars to carry
This child in a life so blissful,
With your beloved, as you wished for,
Before the wedding a romantic boat ride,
He rows out far, where you fall over the side.

Cry for the life you wanted Grace Brown,
For in Big Moose Lake of the Adirondacks,
You did not know you were to drown,
On a cold dark day as the mists arose,
Love was in your heart, murder was in his,
Now there is seen your weeping ghost,
As you wander above water with the mists,
Searching for the lover you once kissed,
Cry for the love that was so forlorn,
As your arms cradle the baby never born.

Grace Brown
Big Moose Lake

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Author’s Note

In July of 1906, Chester Gillette murdered Grace Mae Brown. They had an affair and she
became pregnant. Chester did not want to be tied down to her and a baby. He loved dating other
women and mingling with the high society his Uncle was part of. He preferred the glamorous,
wealthy young women.

Chester gave in to Grace’s crying and begging, promising to marry her. He planned a trip to the
Adirondacks in upstate New York. Before they were to be married, Chester begged Grace to go
on a boat ride on the beautiful lake to the other side for a picnic. You can learn more about this
story at Murder of Grace Brown, or at The Murder Trial of Chester Gillette.

 

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I have always liked to write.It is important to me that I write with spirit and heart. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions. Thank you for visiting.
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I have always liked to write. It is important to me that I write with spirit and heart. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions. Thank you for visiting.

2 thoughts on “Grace Brown Forlorn Love and Murder

  • April 21, 2018 at 6:29 PM
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    Well told tale of deceit and murder, Phyllis. You work sparkles when driven by historic facts and circumstance and you’re such a wonderful story teller. Great work and very much enjoyed.

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    • April 21, 2018 at 6:35 PM
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      Thank you so much, Tony, I appreciate your comment. I love delving into historical events and working with it. Take care.

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