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
Anna Urania Crofutt
Birth: 31 Dec 1823, Newtown, CT
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
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
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
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
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
Her languishing head is at rest
Its aching and thinking are ore
This quiet immoveable breast
Is heaved by affliction no more
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