anna urania crofutt's Remembrance Book 1846
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In the early 19th century, young women were encouraged to keep friendship books as a way of honoring enduring connections. These "memory albums" were filled with woven samples of hair, lovingly attached with bits off paper or ribbons, accompanied by prose and prayers. Some tokens included requests of "remember me", or offered virtues to follow. Braided whisps of hair embellished with woven paper hearts were cherished as tokens of love and friendship. "United as this Heart You See: Memories of Friendship and Family",
Expressions of Innocence and Eloquence Selections from the Jane Katcher Collection of Americana, edited by Jane Katcher, David A. Schorsch, and Ruth White |
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Anna Urania Crofutt Birth: 31 Dec 1823, Newtown, CT Father: Mother: Spouse: Burr Rowland (9 Apr 1822 - 15 Dec 1894) #204244181 Marriage: 24 Aug 1842, by Lucius Atwater, Danbury Death: 23 May 1894 Burial: Wooster Cemetery, Danbury, CT Memorial ID#: 204244199 Possible parents: Bennett Crofutt & Amelia C. Platt |
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Story of Friendship
The precious genes this book contains May you keep till time shall end, And as you look these pages o'er As you have often done before A___ their number you may see This lock of hair - Remember Me 
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Advice to a Young Lady As in youths bright path you go, Where many a flower's reveal'd, Remember those that fairest show. Have sharpest thorns conceal'd. Be this charge written on your breast And let not time anul it, Whatever flower you like the best Examine ere you cull it. ~ C.J. Feb 3. 1842 |
Friend Ann
May happiness be thine And peace thy steps attend Accept these lines from one That's now an absent friend. S. Stiles, New York, March 12 / 46 
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Hope Hope is a place of calm refuse To every mortal given, A flower we cultivate on Earth To reap the fruit in Heaven - Edward D. Ritton Gaylordsbridge, July 2nd, 1846 
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Her languishing head is at rest Its aching and thinking are ore This quiet immoveable breast Is heaved by affliction no more Luceana Rowland Died August 23rd 1844. Ae 24 years 6 mos 18 days |
If you have wisely nurs'd the flowers That spring profuse in vernal bowers, And trained their blossoms gay, The fruits of youth, in virtue spent Ripe judgement, peace, and rich content, Shall bless your summer day 
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