Some descendents of JOHN THOMAS BRAWN, - born 1848 in Great Gidding, and died 1917 in Kimbolton – had a family reunion last June. Essentially, we are the Victoria, Vancouver, Calgary contingent of John Thomas’ Grandchildren.
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On the weekend of June 5, 2005, my sister Gayle, my brother Larry and I hosted the BRAWN reunion at the Sons Of Norway Country Club near Mission BC. Like the other relatives attending the event, we are all grandchildren, or great grandchildren of John Thomas Brawn of Great Gidding. About half of us are descended from his first wife, Eliza Knighten, also of Great Gidding, and the other half from his second wife, Julia Ellis with whom he married in London.
The Sons of Norway is a weekend getaway of campgrounds, cabins, swimming pool, hall, and giant kitchen. Green - and tall with fir trees, it is nestled in a valley, by a creek, on the north side of the Fraser River about one hour east of the City of Vancouver in British Columbia, Canada.
For me, the party began on a warm but cloudy Friday afternoon after a morning of intense shopping and rental pickups. Trickling in like squirrels to a bag of peanuts the campers and cabin renter relatives joined with their photos and memories in the hall.
In the evening, Ian, the Boy Scout leader cousin prepared what I think he called a MAGIC FIRE. A secret Boy Scout recipe that instantly lights cedar to a rip roar. He stood 2 meters away, then snapped his fingers, and, like magic, flames exploded from the teepee’d tall firewood. Its tongues of orange brilliant against the dark, dark nite. We roasted smokies, hotdogs and ate chips. Oh it was a wonderful time, many got tipsy, others drunk, some stayed up really, really late.
The next morning I awoke later than I should have, and when I got to the hall, my sister had already laid out the light pastry and muffin breakfast. It looked gorgeous. The remainder of the cousins had already arrived from the Best Western Motel in Mission (about 15 minutes away) to mingle and drink coffee. The afternoon was full of bocce ball, swimming, colouring contests, picture taking, and for some of us, dinner preparation.
Before I could commence my cooking duties, I had to go to town to buy, in addition to other things, the wine my mom offered to provide. And as well, to buy beer. The wine selection was easy: "Gray Monk" to symbolize the Nicholas Ferrar colony at Little Gidding, and "Something Fox, or Fox Something" to symbolize Gidding’s historical sport of fox hunting. The beer selecting was even easier. I bought cases of Kokanee, Labatt’s and Canadian.
Upon my return to the hall, the tables were being set. My sister made adorable BRAWN Coat of Arms placemats to rest on white table cloths. A yellow napkin represented our crest’s yellow square, and the green jeweled glass candle holders would be lit to represent our dragon. (We don’t know if we’re descended from the Brawn’s with the original coat of arms, but we were for that night.) A Calgary cousin trimmed each setting with a little chocolate box gift.
Meanwhile in the kitchen, we were drumming up a feast of immense proportions. We did everything ourselves, - except the Baron of Beef. When the food was near completion, we designated an experienced chef/caterer cousin to carve the beef. During the meal, we gave out prizes, a few thank yous were said,- thank you so and so for this, and so and so for that. After this, my mom treated us to a little story about her early 70’s trip about visiting the family in Kimbolton.
Despite the perfectly well cooked beef, the plates, and my discomfiture, the dinner was exquisite! After the tables were moved aside, dance music ensued.It was a wonderful time, many got tipsy, some got drunk, some stayed up really, really late. And we still had many cases of beer left over.
By early Sunday afternoon, most of the Brawns had left. They had planes and ferries to catch taking them back to Calgary and Vancouver Island. The Sons of Norway, as I suppose its name implies, is full of Norwegians that frequently potluck in its hall. After the English had left, my sister Gayle’s went door to trailer, to cabin door inviting the Norwegians to consume our beef and beer for lunch.
The reunion was a wonderful success and a perfect experience.
Thanks for your interest in our reunion.
Kirsten Brawn
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