Name: Leroy Carson White
From: The Westmoreland Recorder,
Leroy Carson White was born in Cass county, Michigan, April 20, 1846 and died at
his home near Haigler, Nebraska, May 30, 1933, being 87 years, one month and
eleven days of age at his death.
Date: June 8, 1933
He moved with his parents to Iowa and from there to Ontario, Kansas in 1857, and
thence to Coal Creek and later to Havensville. He was one of the pioneers who
helped in the development of his adopted state. He was one of a group of twenty
young men who drove ox teams in a freighting expeditions from Fort Leavenworth
across the plains to Salt Lake City in 1866 and was the last of this group to
lay down his life.
He was married to Julia Case in 1885. To this union were born nine children,
five sons and four daughters, one daughter, Augusta, passed away in infancy. In
1919 he moved to Haigler, where they settled on a farm two miles north of town,
where he resided until he was called to answer the summons of death. Eight of
his children together with his wife survive him. The surviving children are:
Ivan L., Akron, Colorado; Leo R., Craig, Colorado; Raymond, Herman, Alvin and
Mrs. Lucy Spangler, of Haigler, Nebraska; Mrs. May Immenschuh of Wamego; and Mrs
Nellie Repp of Manhattan, Kansas. He also leaves a brother, John White of
Havensville, twenty-eight grandchildren, and one great grandchild to mourn his
He was a kind and loving father and husband; one who believed and taught his
children by precept and example. "If you can say nothing good about your
neighbor and friend, say nothing at all. "
Through all his suffering, which was intense at times, he was patient and
uncomplaining, always considerate of those who cared for him. He was devoted to
his family and longed to have them with him once more. All but one were able to
get home to be with him a few days before death claimed him.
The following lines were written by one of his daughters, Mrs. Nellie Repp,
Manhattan and express the spirit of Mr. White's life.
Let's make the best of every day/e'en though the pathway is strewn with
trouble./ The friendship and trust in our fellow men/often through the cloud one
little sunray/will banish them all like a bubble./ It may be the thoughtfulness
of a kind friend, or the sweet voice of our neighbor --/ to lighten our load and
our labor,/It costs very little, that smile on our face --/ We can make it shine
and we've found our place,/Our Master may say, "Well done", / Lend a kind and a
voice of cheer/To those who are sad and in doubt/We must do our best every day
we are here/For we only pass this way once.