Father of Otis, Halmet Alphonce, Eustace Leonard, and Wilder B Crandell. Thomas abandoned his family but Charlotte tracked him down but he abandoned his family again. Charlotte then married (?) Eli Cracraft; they had a daughter, Mary Maude Cracraft.
The following poem was written by Thomas Cole Crandell in memory of his brother Wilder Mack Crandell who died in Andersonville Prison, May 1864.
MY BROTHERS GRAVE
I've breathed no sigh, I've shed no tear,
Where Wilder taken his rest,
I've never knelt upon the sod,
That lies above his breast,
He sleeps afar from childhood's home,
Mid strangers graves alone;
And they who pass the lonely mound,
Repeat the word "unknown".
Unknown to them, the mothers hopes
That centered once in him;
Unknown to them, his wife's kind love,
Not death itself can dim
Oh would we but have closed his eyes;
Received his parting breath,
And heard his speak one kind goodbye;
Before he slept in death.
The following poem was written by Thomas Cole Crandell in memory of his brother Wilder Mack Crandell who died in Andersonville Prison, May 1864.
MY BROTHERS GRAVE
I've breathed no sigh, I've shed no tear,
Where Wilder taken his rest,
I've never knelt upon the sod,
That lies above his breast,
He sleeps afar from childhood's home,
Mid strangers graves alone;
And they who pass the lonely mound,
Repeat the word "unknown".
Unknown to them, the mothers hopes
That centered once in him;
Unknown to them, his wife's kind love,
Not death itself can dim
Oh would we but have closed his eyes;
Received his parting breath,
And heard his speak one kind goodbye;
Before he slept in death.
Father of Otis, Halmet Alphonce, Eustace Leonard, and Wilder B Crandell. Thomas abandoned his family but Charlotte tracked him down but he abandoned his family again. Charlotte then married (?) Eli Cracraft; they had a daughter, Mary Maude Cracraft.
The following poem was written by Thomas Cole Crandell in memory of his brother Wilder Mack Crandell who died in Andersonville Prison, May 1864.
MY BROTHERS GRAVE
I've breathed no sigh, I've shed no tear,
Where Wilder taken his rest,
I've never knelt upon the sod,
That lies above his breast,
He sleeps afar from childhood's home,
Mid strangers graves alone;
And they who pass the lonely mound,
Repeat the word "unknown".
Unknown to them, the mothers hopes
That centered once in him;
Unknown to them, his wife's kind love,
Not death itself can dim
Oh would we but have closed his eyes;
Received his parting breath,
And heard his speak one kind goodbye;
Before he slept in death.
The following poem was written by Thomas Cole Crandell in memory of his brother Wilder Mack Crandell who died in Andersonville Prison, May 1864.
MY BROTHERS GRAVE
I've breathed no sigh, I've shed no tear,
Where Wilder taken his rest,
I've never knelt upon the sod,
That lies above his breast,
He sleeps afar from childhood's home,
Mid strangers graves alone;
And they who pass the lonely mound,
Repeat the word "unknown".
Unknown to them, the mothers hopes
That centered once in him;
Unknown to them, his wife's kind love,
Not death itself can dim
Oh would we but have closed his eyes;
Received his parting breath,
And heard his speak one kind goodbye;
Before he slept in death.
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