the website: Reflections on Wyoming)
Rose Crabtree's election to a two-year term on the Jackson Hole,
Wyoming Town Council got special attention because she out-polled
her husband, Henry, in the process. Not by a whisker, either: 50
to 31. Furthermore, Henry Crabtree was the sitting mayor at the time
of the election.
mother left them in charge of a hotel when she left Jackson
in 1917 and her son and daughter-in-law became the owner-operators.
Known for the fine table she could spread, known for the comfort
and hospitality of their hostelry, known for the generosity to
those down on their luck, and known for surviving and thriving
times and bad, the Crabtrees had only scoundrels and varlets
as enemies: the good townsfolk loved them. The literature of
day shows that
the large round table at the Crabtree Hotel was the favorite
spot for dignitaries and visitors to share their stories.
roll-up-the-sleeves and get-the-job-done sort of folk, the
Crabtrees. Henry's trade was carpentry and woodworking. For
their entire adult lives they put forth to people the work
and so it was that they thrived. Small wonder, then, that the
townsfolk found it easy to cast their votes for Rose, not
so much as the
competitor to Henry, but as his equal.
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