Brown sisters laid to rest in Saturday services


Funeral services for Lindsay Brown, 8, and Claire Brown, 5, of Perry were held Saturday morning at the Perry High School Performing Arts Center. For the sake of social distancing, the number of mourners inside the center was limited to 100.

At the conclusion of the 45-minute service, a procession made its way to the Violet Hill Cemetery.

The girls’ father, Ben Brown of Perry, is a member of the Perry Volunteer Fire Department, and his firefighting comrades led the procession, bearing the tiny caskets on the PVFD’s 1956 Ward LaFrance fire truck.

Also proceeding were vehicles from the Perry Police Department, Perry First Responders, Dallas County Sheriff’s office, Dallas County EMS, Guthrie County EMS, Iowa State Patrol and many private vehicles.

The procession passed the Perry Elementary School, where mourners waved and wrote messages of sympathy and love on a scroll.

After the graveside service, everyone’s eyes were directed to the skies, where a MercyOne Air Med helicopter flew over in a final tribute to the children.

Lindsay and Claire are survived by their Mom Amy, Father Ben, Sister Katelyn, Brother Eli, Grandparents Dave and Ellen Fuhrman as well as many other people who will miss their smiles and laughter.

The English poet William Wordsworth wrote “We are Seven” to express a child’s conception of death and the unbroken circle of faith.

———A simple Child,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?

I met a little cottage Girl:
She was eight years old, she said;
Her hair was thick with many a curl
That clustered round her head.

She had a rustic, woodland air,
And she was wildly clad:
Her eyes were fair, and very fair;
—Her beauty made me glad.

“Sisters and brothers, little Maid,
How many may you be?”
“How many? Seven in all,” she said,
And wondering looked at me.

“And where are they? I pray you tell.”
She answered, “Seven are we;
And two of us at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea.

“Two of us in the church-yard lie,
My sister and my brother;
And, in the church-yard cottage, I
Dwell near them with my mother.”

“You say that two at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea,
Yet ye are seven! I pray you tell,
Sweet Maid, how this may be.”

Then did the little Maid reply,
“Seven boys and girls are we;
Two of us in the church-yard lie,
Beneath the church-yard tree.”

“You run about, my little Maid,
Your limbs they are alive;
If two are in the church-yard laid,
Then ye are only five.”

“Their graves are green, they may be seen,”
The little Maid replied,
“Twelve steps or more from my mother’s door,
And they are side by side.

“My stockings there I often knit,
My kerchief there I hem;
And there upon the ground I sit,
And sing a song to them.

“And often after sun-set, Sir,
When it is light and fair,
I take my little porringer,
And eat my supper there.

“The first that died was sister Jane;
In bed she moaning lay,
Till God released her of her pain;
And then she went away.

“So in the church-yard she was laid;
And, when the grass was dry,
Together round her grave we played,
My brother John and I.

“And when the ground was white with snow,
And I could run and slide,
My brother John was forced to go,
And he lies by her side.”

“How many are you, then,” said I,
“If they two are in heaven?”
Quick was the little Maid’s reply,
“O Master! we are seven.”

“But they are dead; those two are dead!
Their spirits are in heaven!”
’Twas throwing words away; for still
The little Maid would have her will,
And said, “Nay, we are seven!”


    • They were killed in a car accident. Praying for the family and friends. They will be forever young, loved and missed.


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