Edith Stanley Andrus (1872-1950)

Edith Stanley Andrus Crane
Grandmother Edith Crane
Born:	1 Apr 1872 Brookline, New York
Died:	26 Sep 1950 Grand Rapids, Michigan
Father:	Roderic Kinsey Andrus
Mother:	Katherine Elizabeth Leinweber
Siblings	Edith Stanley Andrus Elizabeth Helen Crane
Married:	19 May 1897 Cincinnati, Ohio
Spouse:	Guy Gilman Crane
Children:	Gladys Faith Crane Dorothy Andrus Crane Roderic Dwight Crane Baby boy Crane Elizabeth Helen Crane

Obituary

Grand Rapids Press, Wednesday, September 27, 1950:

Illness Is Fatal

To Mrs. Crane

Mrs. Edith Stanley Crane, 78, longtime resident of Cincinnati, Ohio, who had resided with her son-in-law and daughter, Mr. and Mrs. Hubert Houser of 359 Bristol rd., NW, since the death of her husband last April, died Tuesday in Butterworth hospital after a two-day illness.

Mrs. Crane was the widow of Guy G. Crane, a former utilities executive in Michigan, Ohio and Maine. She was a member of the First Presbyterian church of Walnut Hills, Cincinnati suburb, and was active in music circles in Cincinnati many years.

Surviving are three daughters, Mrs. Houser, Mrs. Donald Price of Petoskey and Mrs. Alonzo Boothe of Cincinnati; one son, Roderick Crane of Battle Creek, and a sister, Mrs. Elizabeth Helen Andrus of Cincinnati.

Funeral services and burial will be at Cincinnati.

Article

Grand Rapids Press, ca May 1947:

Four-in-One

There'll be Celebrating at the Houser Home

Guy Gilman Crane (1874-1950)

Guy Gilman Crane
Young Guy Crane
Born:	19 May 1874 Flora, Illinois
Died:	10 Apr 1950 Cincinnati, Ohio
Father:	Dwight Kellogg Crane
Mother:	Orena Elizabeth Gilman
Siblings	Delos Orin Crane Cora Eliza Crane Charles Clyde Crane Guy Gilman Crane
Married:	19 May 1897 Cincinnati, Ohio
Spouse:	Edith Stanley Andrus
Children:	Gladys Faith Crane Dorothy Andrus Crane Roderic Dwight Crane Baby boy Crane Elizabeth Helen Crane

Obituary

Grand Rapids Press, Tuesday, April 11, 1950:

Retired Utilities'

Executives Passes

Guy G. Crane, 76 of Cincinnati, Ohio, who was widely know in Grand Rapids utility circles when he served as manager of the electric light department at Lansing and as manager of the gas services at Owosso, died late Monday night at his home in Cincinnati.

Mr. Crane was the father of Mrs. Hubert L. Houser of 359 Bristol-rd., NW, and had been a frequent visitor in Grand Rapids.

He is survived by the widow, Edith; three daughters, Mrs. Houser, Mrs. Donald Price of Petoskey and Mrs. A. M. Boothe of Cincinnati, and one son, Roderick of Battle Creek.

Funeral services and burial will be at Cincinnati.

Tributes

The Rockford Morning Star, undated clipping:

ELK HERD GATHER

TO BADE GODSPEED

TO GUY G. CRANE

Tributes Paid Departing

Water Superintendent;

Remembrances Given.

Rockford lodge of Elks gathered around the banquet board last evening to do honor to Guy G. Crane, retiring superintendent of the city water department, and to bade him farewell before he left their midst to go to Lansing, Mich. He was presented with a Rockford watch and his wife was given a silver vegetable dish, also made in Rockford.

Fredrick Truman Main (1844-1937)

Fredrick Truman Main
Uncle Fred
Born:	24 Aug 1844 Pembroke, New York
Died:	10 May 1937 Harbor Springs, Michigan
Father:	Samuel Main
Mother:	Hannah Maria Perkins
Siblings	Miles Main Burton Main John Lewis Main Jarvis Whitman Main Daniel Canfield Main Francis Newton Main Fredrick Truman Main Harvey Perkins Main Franklin R. Main
Married:	12 Apr 1875 Hastings, Michigan
Spouse:	Amelia A. Judd
Children:	Sadie M. Sweet Main

Fredrick Truman Main was born 24 August 1844 in Pembroke, Genesee, New York, son of Samuel Main and Hanna Maria Perkins.

Fred served in the Civil War Co. F. Reg. 100th Vol. For his efforts he was given land in Harbor Springs, Michigan where he spent the remainder of his years helping the Native Americans in the area.

His home is on Spring Street at the base of the boardwalk in Harbor on the left. His niece Minnie Pearl Main's daughter Isadora Minerva Price Sallows lived in the house for years as a summer home.

Fred married Amelia A. Judd on 12 April 1875 in Hastings, Michigan. He died 10 May 1937 in Harbor Springs, Emmet, Michigan. He was cremated at White Chapel Crematorium Birmingham, Michigan on 12 May 1937.

Fred is buried in the Lakeview Cemetery, Harbor Springs.

Article

Emmet County Graphic, Thursday, July 28, 1932, pages 1, 10:

Old Soldier Tells Touching

Story of Civil War Events

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Fred W. Main, 87, Resident of Harbor Springs 54 years,

Enlisted as Youth of 17, Lost Leg in Fort Wagner

Assault Tells of Early Days In Emmet County

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By C. W. Lucas

“War is hell.”

These terse words are Fred W. Main’s bitter denunciation of war. War that took him as a carefree youth of 17 and made him a professional killer. War that cost him his right leg at 19, and left him maimed and nearly a hopeless cripple for life. War that he helped to fight 70 years ago that has brought him physical anguish every day since, and now as a man of 87, war that brings sleepless nights suffering from a wound that never healed.

Frank Wayne Robison (1948-1991)

Frank Wayne Robison
Woody
Born:	7 Feb 1948 Fillmore, Utah
Died:	4 Feb 1991 Tooele, Utah
Father:	Harold Raymond Robison
Mother:	Maxine Lowder
Siblings:	Baby Robison Frank Wayne Robison Eugene Lowder Robison Harold Lowder Robison Julie Fern Robison Geneil Robison
Spouse:	Kaye Mortensen

Obituary

Saltas, John. Private Eye, February 19, 1991, page 3: J Spot Collateral Damage I don't remember exactly when or where I met Woody. In 1972, I had just graduated from high school and had taken fold with a number of latent hippies, party-monsters, long-hairs, ragamuffins, pool shooters, quasi peace-niks, and hemp philosophers, all of whom where - and remain - remarkably great people. Woody was part of that group. At just 18, and bearer of a low draft lottery number, I did what most sane males in my situation did: I enrolled in college. Armed with the advice of two older brothers who had served in Viet Nam - both decorated - two more who were in the service but not sent there, and the nasty reports from several friends who saw the Ho Chi Minh Trail up close and personal, college did indeed seem prudent. But when Woody had left his high school in Fillmore just a few years earlier, the military likely was not only a ticket out of small-town Utah but a very honorable option. He joined the Marines and served two tours in Viet Nam. With one of the best beards on the planet and a head of hair that rivaled Sampson's, Woody hardly seemed a battle-hardened vet. His gentle, peaceful demeanor and low-caliber temper certainly masked any inner terror. The incongruity was that while most of us pretended to be peace-loving hippies, Woody, the Nam vet, came closest to the real thing. He passed the time as a surveyor, played some tennis, and had a fantastic cacti collection. He loved animals and children, caring for both with a tenderness not usually associated with a large man. His favorite phrases were "wow" and "hey, man," spoken with perfect softness. Woody was not loose with heroic tales of battle. He wore his medals in his heart and in his conscience, not in the puffs of smoke of macho barroom talk. However, as any Viet Nam historian or veteran can tell you, to be a Marine in Viet Nam circa 1967-1969, as Woody was, was not a very healthy place to be. Woody served his country honestly and honorably, but his Viet Nam experience haunted him every day and every night. Some of his high-school friends did not come home alive; Woody, some would often say, simply did not come home. In the few times he talked of Viet Nam, his tales were always horrifying. I don't remember the date or place (a Marine would know), but in a major battle, Woody's unit charged up a valley only to be inflicted with 80% casualties before the battle ended - something like 300 killed or wounded. His worst tale, though, was this: At one base camp, some "soul brothers" were in their tent listening to some "soul music" and "just jiving." Somebody, an American who didn't like "soul brothers," tossed a phosphorous grenade or molotov cocktail into their tent, lighting the tent and the men inside. Reacting to their screams, other men attempted to douse the tent with water from the fire buckets. Trouble was, someone, apparently in junction with the grenade tosser, had filled the water buckets with gasoline. The "soul brothers" all died. In the jargon of today's feel-good military speak, those men were Collateral Damage. So was Woody. Outside of his penchant for collecting guns and shooting them - at targets - not much military remained of Woody after Viet Nam except his deep pride, his "Soldier of Fortune" magazines, and his distaste for war. He was hurt and confused when he returned home to an ungrateful America, and by the poor treatment he and his fellow vets received. If anyone ever epitomized the spirit of "love the troops-hate the war" it was Woody, and despite knowing what he knew, he'd do it again. Frank Wayne "Woody" Robison died February 4, 1991, at home. KIA. Peace at last. We miss you, Woody. You were and are a hero.

DeseretNews.com Archives, Wednesday, February 6, 1991, Page B6:

DEATH: FRANK ROBISON

Frank Wayne "Woody" Robison, age 42, died February 4, 1991 at his home in Tooele.

Born February 7, 1948 in Fillmore, Utah, a son of H. Ray and Maxine Lowder Robison. Member of the LDS Church, he served in Vietnam as a Marine for two tours of duty. He was also a gun collector. 

Survivors: father; brother, Gene, Salt Lake City; sisters, Julie Adams, Grantsville; Geneil Vigil, Tooele.

Graveside services will be held on Thursday, February 7th, 10 a.m. in the Tooele City Cemetery. Friends may call at Tate Mortuary one hour prior to the service.

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