John Ross Alexander was the son of Samuel Stevenson Alexander and Thurzy Ross Alexander.

He was first married to Missouri Ann Owens. (April 01, 1858, in Helena, Karnes Co., Texas) They had a son, Lewis Edward Alexander, born 7/15/1859 in San Saba, Texas. His mother, Missouri, died 12/12/1859. It is said Lewis was taken care of and adopted (November of 1859) by his Aunt, Martha Alexander Lewis. It is not clear why he kept the Alexander name.

John married Mary Lamb on 10/17/1861 in Burnet, Texas
These children were born to them. John Thomas, Fannie,
George Wallace, Leon Abram, James, Nora Elizabeth, Charles Ross, Twins Clyde and Kate and Olive Rebecca.

John and his wife, Mary are buried in the Alexander cemetery.

ALEXANDER, John Ross - 29 April 1924
From the Burnet Bulletin

April 29, 1924, marked the passing of John Alexander, a pioneer citizen of Burnet County, who died at the home of his son, L. E. Alexander, after an illness of several weeks.

The remains were carried to Mesquite, where interment was made in the old family burying ground, five miles south of Lampasas.

Deceased was preceded in death some two years by his devoted wife; also by an infant son many years ago, and a son, Leon, some six or seven years. He is survived by the following children:

L. E. of Burnet,
G. W. of Levelland, Texas
C. R. and Clyde of Trinidad, Colorado
Mrs. Fannie Harris of Gary, Indiana
Mrs. O. D. Baker of Gause, Texas
Miss Kate of Dallas
and Mrs. J. E. Wolf of Naruna.

All of his children present at burial except C. R. and Clyde. He is also survived by two sisters, Mrs. Eliza Mullins and Mrs. Lizzie Mostella of Lampasas.

"Uncle Johnnie", as he was affectionately known, was born in Fayetteville, Arkansas, April 3, 1833, and moved with his parents to Texas at about the age of 16 years, settling at what is now Georgetown, where he grew to manhood.

On April 1, 1858, he was united in marriage to Miss Missouri Owens at Helena, Karnes County, Texas. After less than two years of wedded happiness, she died; leaving an infant son, the present L. E. Alexander.

On October 17th, 1861, he was married to Miss Mary Lamb, at Burnet, Texas. For the first few years after their marriage they made their home on Mesquite Creek, afterward moving to Burnet, where he engaged in the mercantile business for several years; then moved out seven miles north of Burnet, settling at what was known to old timers as Underhill Spring, where he spent the remainder of his life with the exception of a few months spent visiting his children in different parts of the state.

Here with his faithful companion, rearing their large family of children to manhood, and womanhood, all of whome are worthy and respected citizens.

Owing to an early accident, he was unable to enlist as a soldier in the Confederate army, but served as Captain of a band of Rangers organized for the protection of the homes and lives of the inhabitants of Burnet and surrounding territory, when the very name of hostile Indians struck terror to the hearts of the people. He faithfully discharged that duty and could tell many interesting and thrilling stories incident to that time.

He united with the Christian church in early life, living in that faith until claimed by death.

He was of quiet and retiring disposition, making it necessary to know him intimately to appreciate his real worth. He was possessed of a fine sense of humor, which was the delight of his friends. Even when strength was failing, and worn with suffering, there were flashes of that good humor witch often brought smiles to those in attendance.

As he grew older and depended on others to help him make decisions, his usual remark was: "I want to do what is right." That seemed to have been the guiding principle of his life, causing him to live at peace with his neighbors and having the respect and confidence of all with whom he came in contact.

In the last years of his life, with bodily strength failing, with eyesight and hearing greatly impaired and often lonely, berift of his devoted companion, there was never a murmur, but a quiet resignation, a cheerful patience, a Christian fortitude beautiful to see.

Surrounded by friends and loved ones, ready with toying hands to do all in their power to make him comfortable, their hearts were wrung by the thought that he was slipping away from them, but knowing of his longing to be at rest and realizing that each hour only added to his suffering, it was easy to say when all was over that it was better for him.

He was comforted and sustained by his faith in the risen Lord, calling upon his name to the end.