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two daughters. His second son, Hon. Peter Chardon Brooks, who was born at North Yarmouth 6 January 1767 and died in Boston 1 January 1849, was named for one of his father's Harvard classmates, Peter Chardon, who died prematurely in the West Indies in October 1766, the son of an eminent Boston merchant of Huguenot descent, whose house stood at the corner of the present Bowdoin Square and Chardon Street, on the site recently occupied by the Bowdoin Square Baptist Church. The family of Rev. Edward Brooks was in straightened circumstances after his death; but the young Peter Chardon Brooks, starting in business in Boston about 1789 as a marine-insurance broker, rose to be one of the most eminent merchants of Boston, and accumulated a fortune. He resided in Boston in the winter, and passed his summers on his ancestral acres in the western part of Medford, where he built a large mansion house. At various times he held public office in the Commonwealth, serving in both branches of the St
Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 28., Medford and her Minute Men, April 19, 1775. (search)
isburg campaign, and past the age of military service. Seizing his flintlock as his wife asked if he were going without his dinner, he answered, I am going to take powder and balls for my dinner today, or to give them some. Another was the Rev. Edward Brooks. From his house near the old slave wall on the Grove street of today, he too went over to Lexington, and with full-bottomed wig, rode on horseback, his gun on his shoulder. From the garret window of that house his son, Peter, prompted arlestown road where, as they reached the top of Winter hill at the edge of early evening, they witnessed the running fight upon the exhausted British. To these Minute Men from other towns, as they passed the house from which her husband, the Rev. Edward Brooks, had ridden off in the morning, Abagail Brooks served chocolate—chocolate, but no tea. It was at this house, too, where that militant man of God extended Christian hospitality to a wounded enemy, Lieutenant Gould of the King's Own, wounde
Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 30., The Brooks Estates in Medford from 1660 to 1927. (search)
which in turn was torn down in 1915 to make way for the new development. The life of the Reverend Edward Brooks was characteristic of the period. The words of his son are well known, He was a high 3d.2. We have, then, in the one family, Capt. John Brooks, Lieut. Caleb, Thomas and the Reverend Edward Brooks all leaving hot-foot for Lexington. The diary of a British officer, MacKenzie, recent10 s 6d per Dozen, and his best old Stamp 12 s cheaper by the Dozen. As is well known, Rev. Edward Brooks died a sacrifice to his patriotism. While serving as chaplain on the American frigate Hao different members of the family and were probably unsettled and unused. At the death of Rev. Edward Brooks the land was appraised from seventy pounds an acre for that south of his house near the cose Episcopal clergymen. It was heroic and consecrated inheritance. The second son of the Rev. Edward Brooks was the well-known Peter Chardon Brooks. The era in which Mr. Brooks lived corresponded
arm, and has for its background the home of the Rev. Edward Brooks, which stood on the west side of Grove strenner today, or give them some. Another was the Rev. Edward Brooks. From his house opposite the old slave wal. To the minutemen Abigail Brooks, wife of the Rev. Edward Brooks, served chocolate. At nightfall her husbanme—5.00 P. M., April 19, 1775. Exterior of Rev. Edward Brooks' home on Grove Street, showing house. Under ts killed at Lexington.) Abigail Brooks. Rev. Edward Brooks. Her husband. Lieutenant Gould. Of the Kiny fortunate chance seen or heard aught of the Reverend Edward Brooks, my husband, this woeful day? boy. Reaup in huge white wrappings, is leaning heavily on Mr. Brooks' shoulder.) Abigail. My dear husband! You aref liberty. Lt. Gould (rousing with a shudder). Mr. Brooks, this is a most fateful day! Is it possible thatt's Day. Especially real seemed the return of Rev. Edward Brooks with the captured officer of the King's Own w
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