Name:   Leroy Carson White

From:  The Westmoreland Recorder, Westmorland, Kansas
Date:  June 8, 1933

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.

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 passing.

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.