This plant (not sure what it is called) was hand carried from Hawaii by Mom to remember the wonderful, romantc trip she and Daddy took when they retired.  She kept it in the window of her kitchen, and cared for it tenderly.

She told me Trevor always admired it, and told all three of her children (and wrote it down in several places) that she wanted Trevor to have it when she passed.  Trevor was very special to her.  He visited and did errands for her often.  A great nephew!  And he also has an incredibly green thumb!  Maybe two incredible green thumbs!!  

Thank you Trevor for posting this photo!  It almost looks like it is growing into a heart shape.  Love from Mom! 

Although I cannot see you, I feel your presence near.
I will hold you close in memory,
Till I drop my very last tear.

So sleep now with the angels,
And your golden heart let rest.
Although our hearts are broken,
We know God took the best.

So dance beyond those golden gates,
And join our loving Dad.
I'll see you when I'm sleeping,
And pray for you to come.

And although this pain is painful,
And I don’t want to let you go.
I'll wait for death to take me Mom,
So we can together one day glow.

Until that day I'll close my eyes,
and see your smiling face.
I'll lock you up inside my heart,
Until we again embrace.

So rest now my beautiful mother,
I'll never forget how much you have done.
So until my hand meets yours again,
Sleep now in the sun.

Join us for 10 minutes of love, laughter and wonderful memories of Arline.

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This memorial website was created in the memory of our loving mother, Arline Brown, 87, born on July 13, 1925 and passed away on September 14, 2012.  She will live on in our hearts forever.

Arline, a long time outstanding Portola resident, passed away suddenly on Friday, September 14th in Roseville, California where she had recently moved to be near her children and grandchildren.  The day before her death, she had gone to lunch with her daughter, enjoyed her favorite dish, had a tall margarita, and was shopping for her new great-granddaughter due in October.  She was “on top of the world” and loved her new little apartment, the many friends she made at Roseville Commons, and the ability to shop at the Dollar Store near her new home. 

It was known that she was struggling with kidney disease and for that reason her three children moved her to Roseville three months prior to her death to be near them.

Arline’s first job was for the Portola Reporter.  She was 12 years old and was paid $2 a week.  She was a student at Portola High School, and after graduation attended Heald Business College in Richmond, CA.  She then went to work as a Roadmaster Clerk for the Western Pacific Railroad in Portola.  She sold Avon for many years and earned many Awards with her great salesmanship.  In later years she worked as a legal secretary, and retired as a medical transcriptionist.  She taught herself medical terms and was very proud of her skills.

Arline was instrumental in restoring a monument dedicated to her mother who had taken active part in the development of the Portola Park and swimming pool.  The monument was completed in 2012.  She was also very active on the Portola El Tigre website and provided much historical information to Portola residents.   She had a wonderful memory, and loved her computer (especially Farmtown).

Arline was married to her late husband, Charlie Brown, on September 13, 1947 in Portola.  They had a wonderful 54 years together.  She fell ill on their anniversary, and passed away the next day.

Family was everything to Arline.  When her children divorced, her love and friendship continued on with their partners. She is survived by three children, Paula Buerger, Lincoln (born in 1950), and twins Dennis Brown (Sacramento) and Debbie Tudor (Watsonville) (born in 1952).  Also surviving are eleven grandchildren, twelve great-grandchildren, and nineteen nieces and nephews.  Many of the nieces and nephews traveled from California, Nevada and the Midwest to join in the celebration of Arline's life at her home in Portola.  The home has been in the Janes family for over 100 years.  Arline lived there for 79 of her 89 years of life.

Arline was preceded in death by her mother and father (Joseph and Juanita Janes), her siblings Herb Janes, Bertram Janes, Pauline Parrish, and Richard Janes, her son Charles Brown, and her nephew Bert Janes. Her graveside services were held at the Portola cemetery at 12:00 p.m. on Saturday, September 29th.  She was laid to rest in the beauty she had done much to establish and preserve.   A celebration of Arline’s life followed at her home in Portola.

Arline will be sadly missed by her many friends and family.  The family requests that, in lieu of flowers, contributions be made to High Sierra Animal Rescue in Portola (http://www.highsierraanimalrescue.org/).  Arline loved dogs, and her wish was to help out all the little orphan dogs possible.

[Note: The questions from the "Her Life" section were responses she wrote in a book I gave her to complete in 1984. If you would like, leave a story in the "Story" section. It would sure be appreciated. And if you have time, go into the audio gallery and listen to the song Mom wanted played at her memorial, "Look for the Silver Lining".  That's what I'm going to do.]

To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say...
but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you."

It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on.
I need you here badly; you're part of my plan.
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man."

God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night.

When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years
because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.

I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er.
I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.

There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;
but together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too...
that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.

If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain,
then you can say to God at night......"My day was not in vain."
And now I am contented....that my life has been worthwhile,
knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile.

So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low,
just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.

And when it's time for you to go.... from that body to be free,
remember you're not going.....you're coming here to me.


We found this in our mother's files.
She left several poems to bring comfort to her children and grandchildren when she died.

Thank you mother for all that you have done,
You took great care, of your daughters and son.

You loved us all from the very start,
with your warm, kind, and loving heart.

Thank you mother, for being strong,
While trying to teach us right from wrong.

If anytime, we had a problem,
you were there to help us solve them.

You'd lift us up, when we were feeling blue,
Thank you mother, for we could always count on you.

You were such an awesome mother,
The love you showed was like no other.

Thank you mother for your dear, sweet love,
Now you'll watch over us from heaven above.

If I be the first of us to die, let grief not blacken long your sky.  Be bold but modest in your grieving, there is a change but not a leaving.

For just as death is part of life, the dead live on forever in the living. And all the gathered riches of our journey:  The moments shared, the mysteries explored, the steady layering of intimacy stored, the things that made us laugh or weep or sing, the joy of sunlit snow or first unfurling of the spring, the wordless language of look and touch, the knowing, each giving and each taking,  These are not flowers that fade, Nor trees that fall and crumble, Nor are they stone. For even stone cannot the wind and rain withstand And mightly mountain peaks in time reduce to sand. WHAT WE WERE, WE ARE.  WHAT WE HAD, WE HAVE.  A conjoined past imperishably present.

So when you walk the woods where once we walked together and scan in vain the dappled bank beside you for my shadow, or pause where we always did upon the hill to gaze across the land, and spotting something, reach by habit for my hand,and finding none, feel sorrow start to steal upon you,

Be still.  Close your eyes.  Breathe.  Listen for my footfall in your heart,

I am not gone, but merely walk within you.


 - We found this in our mother's files.  She left several poems to bring comfort to her children and grandchildren when she died.