Edmund Wright Brooks - Marriage, Family and Death

Marriage, Family and Death

On 29 June 1859, he married, Lucy Ann Marsh (1835–1926), daughter of Richard Marsh (1795–1878) of Strood, draper, and Ann Marsh (born Morris, 1793–1891).

There were four sons and six daughters, including Herbert Edmund Brooks (1860–1931), Alfred Brooks (1861–1952) and Howard Brooks (1868–1948), who succeeded him in the cement business. According to DQB and Digest Register at Friends House, the children were:

  • Herbert Edmund (born 18 May 1860, Kingston – died 1931)
  • Alfred (born 9 November 1861, Guildford – died 1952), grandfather of Anthony Brooks
  • Edith Annie (born 9 February 1863, Guildford – died 22 June 1890)
  • Charles (born 1 August 1864, Guildford – died 1948)
  • Lucy Ellen (born 3 September 1866, Guildford – died 1948)
  • Howard (born 8 May 1868, Guildford)
  • Ethel Mary (born 17 April 1870, Grays)
  • Mabel Winifred (born 11 November 1872, Grays)
  • Gertrude (born 12 February 1875, Grays)
  • Florence (born 22 March 1877, Grays)

He died at his home, 'Duval', Grays, 22 June 1928.

Of the nine surviving children, one resigned Quaker membership in 1886 and three more in 1915. His daughter Mabel Winifred (b. 1872) remained a Friend and married, in 1897, Henry Jeffrey Simpson (1868–1938) an employee and later partner in the family cement manufacturing company.

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