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Warren Crandall

Do you have any surnames in your tree where it appears that everyone with that surname goes back to a common ancestor? For me, I believe that everyone with the BRILES surname has ancestry going back to Randolph county, North Carolina. And, when I see the surname CURREY (spelled with the ‘e’), I stop and pay attention.

However, I’m not sure that everyone with the CRANDALL surname have the same immigrant ancestor. So, when my grandmother, Pauline Mentzer Briles, would talk about the CRANDALL ranch I did not assume that she was related to the CRANDALLS of Crandall Ranch. She did tell me that she had worked on the ranch as a young girl. Pauline’s grandmother, Salome Crandall may be related to Warren Crandall of Crandall ranch. Unfortunately, proving such a relationship will prove difficult.

An obituary for Warren Crandall provides a lot of information about him and his success.

LeRoy Reporter (LeRoy, Kansas
23 May 1913

Page 1

Two Well-Known Fathers Are Called

Warren Crandall and J. Q. Wilson of This Community Are Called by Death

Warren Crandall
After lying practically at death’s door for several weeks, Warren Crandall, a pioneer stockman and one of the most prominent citizens of eastern Kansas, died at his home seven miles west and south of Le Roy Friday morning, April 16th at the age of seventy-nine year, eleven months and thirteen days. Mr. Crandall’s ill-health has been frequently mentioned in these columns for several years.
Warren Crandall was of sturdy Revolutionary stock. His father, Joseph Crandall, was a member of the famous Boston Tea Party. Warren Crandall was born in Elyria, Lorain county, Ohio, June 3rd, 1833. His fat[h] died when he was only two years old. from Ohio he moved to Warren county, Illinois, where he grew to young manhood. In October of 1860 he married Miss Isabelle Jones. His life-mate died May 29th, 1905.
Three children survive him. They are Lewis E. Crandall, Warren Crandall, Jr., and miss Ollie Crandall. They all live on the big ranch of over 5000 acres.
Warren Crandall’s influence was always on the side of progress. Through himself and his estimable wife the Christian church at Crandall was largely supported. He never forgot a friend nor did he ever fail to appreciate even the smallest favor shown him. He was a good neighbor and adored by his family.
About ten years ago, he spoke the following in regard to himself into a phonograph and the record is still preserved:
“In the spring of 1851, when I was eighteen years of age, I started with two ponies to cross the plains. I crossed the Missouri river near Council Bluffs, near where Omaha now stands, on the 9th day of May with Capt. Evans, one of General Fremont’s old guides. From that time on I did not see a dwelling house until the 20th day of August.
“In the fall of 1852, with twenty-seven others, I went prospecting in the Sierra Mountains of California. we were caught in a snow storm and for six weeks we did not taste bread or coffee. We lived on plain jerked deer meat.
I followed mining for three years and ran a pack train for three years from Crescent City to Happy Camp. These were the happiest days of my life. I employed Mexicans for help. When I started up a mountain, I would give them a drink out of a black bottle which was customary in those days and they would begin to sing in Spanish.
From Crescent city I went to San Francisco, to Panama, Aspenwall, New York and Illinois.
After my return to Illinois from California in 1858 I left with a party of three for Kansas. After a journey of three or four weeks, traveling with carriage and baggage wagon, camping near small streams and sleeping under our wagons at night, we reached LeRoy in August.
I bought 240 acres of land lying northwest of LeRoy. I returned to Illinois and stayed about two months and came back to Kansas bringing with me the Rice family and wintered on my land the following winter. In February Rice and I camp u Turkey creek and bought the claim where the house now stands for a yoke of oxen and twenty dollars. This was then known as the New York Indian lands.
In October of 1860, I married Miss Isabelle Jones. In December, I went to Ft. Scott and pre-empted my land. In 1861, the war broke out.
The Indians were passing to a fro and in 1863-64 about 5000 Indians camped on the Neosho river and I employed some of them to gather corn for me. As time passed on I bought more land and the ranch now contains over 5000 acres.”
As indicated in the foregoing short sketch, Mr. Crandall’s was a life full of activity, hopes, disappointments, difficulties and successes. It was not all sunshine with him. It took a stout heart and an indomitable will-power to go through what he did. With his helpful life companion he suffered all the hardships and privations of pioneer days – the droughs, grasshoppers, failures of crops and losses of stock. Through it all he emerged eminently successful, leaving to his children and grandchildren wealth beyond the hope of his most sanguine expectations.
But better than all that, he left to his posterity a name that has become a synonym of honor, integrity, kindness and good fellowship. His word was as good as a surity bond. His hand was always open to one in distress.
The great love and esteem in which he was held by all the people was evidenced by the unprecedented attendance at his funeral last Sunday afternoon. Eighty carriages and buggies brought in his neighbors from many miles around and thirty-five autos carried friends form Burlington, LeRoy, Aliceville, Neosho Falls and Yates Center.
Rev. H. g. Lamb spoke feelingly and eloquently of a good man gone. Excellent music was furnished by LeRoy singers under the direction of Rev. Shirley.
The floral decorations were magnificent. The interment was in the Crandall Cemetery.

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