Finally - An Explanation of Edward H. Crane, III, Not at all what I expected.

 

Edward Harrison Crane's Family History

Nothing shocking in the Crane Family past.  But interesting insights on what might have sent Crane in his chosen direction.  

About Edward Harrison Crane, III,starting with Ed's great-grandfather.

Father: Thomas Crane, born in Isle of Man.

Mother: Elizabeth Jones, Bourbon Co. Kentucky

Informant:  Elizabeth T. Crane (The wife of Edward Harrison Crane, M. D.)

Dr. Edward Harrison Crane, Senior (I)

Dr. Edward H. Crane, Senior, was a physician and surgeon. Practice in ears, eyes, nose, and throat. 

Born: 18 December 1875, in Massillon, Cedar County, Iowa. 

Burial:  6 May 1946, Inglewood Cemetery, Inglewood, CA

Date of Death: 2 May 1946, at 1:25PM.

Married:  Marriage: 9 Oct. 1906, Iowa

Spouse:  Elizabeth Thom Crane

Elizabeth Thom Crane

Born: 27 July 1881,  Correctionville, Woodbury, Iowa,

Died:   31 July 1951, Los Angeles, CA.

Residence at time of death: 8617 Rindge Avenue, Playa del Rey

(Ed's grandfather moved several times during his career and moved to Venice, CA, where his son was practicing medicine in later life.  Eventually, he and Elizabeth Thom Crane, moved in with their oldest son, Edward Harrison Crane, Jr. and his wife, Mary Barbara Greene Crane)

Bio from FindaGrave

“Dr. Edward H. Crane, brother of C. E. Crane passed away in California on May 2, 1946.

Edward H. Crane was born in Monticello, Iowa, and reared on a farm near Battle Creek, Iowa. He passed away after an illness of 7 weeks in the Good Samaritan hospital in Los Angeles following an operation for gallstones at the age of 70 years.

He took his medical course at Iowa City, Iowa, and post graduate work at Harvard. He practiced at Odebolt and Cedar Falls, Iowa.

He specialized on the eye, ear, nose, and throat for the past 25 years.

He retired from active practice in Inglewood, California, where his son, Dr. Edward H. Crane, Jr., and his two daughters, Mardo and Mrs. Betty Warner live. His son, George Thom, was killed overseas just before the war ended.”

The couple had four children:

Mardo Clarivelle Crane(Eldest, born in 1908)

Dr. Edward H. Crane, Jr.

Elizabeth Crane (Mrs. Betty Warner)

George Thom Crane, born 4 February 1914. Died 15 August 1945 on Cabu Island in the Philippines.  He is buried at Manila American Cemetery and Memorial

 

Mardo lived in Los Angeles, when she was not flying, and never married.  

Mardo Clarivelle Crane

Born: 10 Sep 1908, California

Died: 13 Mar 2000 (aged 91)

Education:  UCLA, majoring in physical education and psychology and a Masters Degree from Columbia.

Career: Mardo was a member of the Women Airforce Service Pilots during World War II. She was in WASP class 44-1. Mardo is also known for starting the "Powder Puff Derby" women's air competition in 1947. Her other activities related to flight and women are long and impressive.

Mardo was in aviation all of her life and was also a prominent member of the Los Angeles 99s.

She earned her pilot license in 1933.

 When the war broke out, she joined as a test pilot for WAFS/WASP (Women’s Auxiliary Ferrying Service/Service Pilots). After the war was over, she enlisted in the U.S. Air Force, retiring from the military as a 1st Lieutenant.

 There is a biography about Mardo at the Los Angeles 99s  

     Mardo in the pilot's seat

Ed Crane's father was II.

 Dr. Edward Harrison Crane, Junior, (II)

Born: 1910, Iowa, United States

Died: 1997

Married: 12 June 1938 to Mary Barbara Greene

Mary Barbara Greene:

Born 22 August 1917, Huaa, Hawaii

Died: 29 February 2009, Ashland, Jackson, Oregon

 One child of the marriage:

Edward H. Crane

 

 Here is Cato's Ed, who never mentioned his Aunt Mardo and was a serial sexual exploiter of women and led the charge away from action using the free market.

Edward Harrison Crane, (III)

Born: born 15 August 1944 in Inglewood, CA

College: Attended the University of Redlands 1962

               Transferred to the University of California, Berkeley in 1963.

               Earned an MBA from the University of Southern California.

Career:  Worked as a money manager in Los Angeles until discovering the far more lucrative career provided by the Kochs in 1974.  

 

 

 

Commentary for The All Powerful and Omni-Potent Cult of the Sperm ...and other emotionally satisfying myths The Myths of Science and Their Agenda

 See the article, written when I founded the Women's Institute for Individual and Political Freedom around 1998.  The graphic below was created to illustrate the article. If you have a photo of Bruce, Lagasse, who you get to know a little in the commentary, please share the picture with me.  I'm putting up a short biography for him here.  

I first met Bruce Lagasse soon after I joined the Libertarian Party.  Ed Wolford signed my first membership card, he being the person in charge of state memberships, I think he was Secretary.  I had first met Ed when we were both passing out literature for Barry Goldwater, Jr., who was then running for Congress around 1968 - 1969.  I was delighted to find he and his new wife, Cynthia Gant-Wolford, were members and did not live very far from us.  Us includes my then husband, Ronald Edward Kellett, who soon after this took part of my name and became Ronald Edward Foster, over my objections.  

At the time I first joined our first daughter, Dawn Ellen, later her name changed at her request to Pillsbury, had been born and I was, again pregnant.  Ron joined the LP too, but never renewed or became active.  

The saga of Ron will be told elsewhere, but soon.  

The forthcoming book, which will include the poetry I wrote but did not share with Libertarians - though a part of these were about Libertarians, justice, freedom and other related themes, will be included in the book, the working title of which is Just Desserts.  The choice of title will be explained before the book is published for sale.  

Now, the Commentary, a story about Bruce.  Over the years he confided in me.  I was a good listener and had, by then recognized he was well meaning and true to his own values. 

COMMENTARY

The All Powerful and Omni-Potent Cult of the Sperm ...and other emotionally satisfying myths

The Myths of Science and Their Agenda 

 

Lo, many years ago, when I had more recently left the Libertarian Party behind me as an activist, I ran across the intriguing Aristotelian Theory you will read, title above, written in response to the observation made, reported and then installed as fact in practice and law. 

 

My own experiences with gender bias in the Libertarian Party began with a short discussion on the issue of freedom of choice with a now deceased gentleman named Bruce Lagasse.  At the time, Bruce was editing California’s State Newsletter.  I had been persuaded to organize the collating parties for this monthly event. 

 

At the time, I had been pregnant with my third child for about 9 months.  I knew perfectly well the common assumption was that this meant birth would soon take place. But since each of my previous pregnancies had gone a full 11 months my experience told me there was still a while to go. 

 

Bruce arrived with the printed newsletter, stamps for out of area recipients, rubber bands for grouping by zipcode and the printed labels to be applied.  Two LP members had arrived to help out and consume the Region 11 Cake, which I had, only five minutes before taken from the oven.  The aroma permeated the kitchen and dining room before curling into the living room, where the collation party would take place. 

 

Being an observant fellow Bruce immediately said to me.  “Haven’t you had that baby yet?”  I responded, “No, obviously not.  And since the other two took 11 months I assume this one will also linger for a month or so.”

 

Bruce poopooed my judgement and told me to go to the doctor and get it done. 

 

Bruce, you should know, lived and died a bachelor and likely never saw an infant unless those were mine.  No one else in the LP, with one exception, had a small child, and she was not an activist so did not encounter Bruce.

 

Changing the subject, I shared with Bruce that I had arranged for a midwife to help with the birth, which would take place in our home.  Shock registered on his face.  “You have no right to do that!”  he exclaimed.  I informed him this was my body and my baby and yes, I did. 

 

Bruce countered, demanding to know if Ron, my husband, was going to let me give birth at home.  I told him I was willing to let Ron give birth anyplace he liked if he decided to have a baby, though given his biological preprogramming I did not think this likely.  

 

Putting up with Ron sleeping through the birth of my last baby, the year before, and grumbling about it when he was forced by the nurse in the hospital to wake up when I refused to have any medication for the birth, which was imminent, brought a brief silence from Bruce, which allowed the cake to be served.   

 

“No medications?”  The shock was palpable on his face. 

 

My previous baby had been born with Lamaze Method.  This one was Bradley Technique.   At the time I was training to teach Bradley Technique.

 

As this dialog went on, I had put out the orderly piles of pages to be collated, gotten drinks for the collators, and let them know the cake would not be cut and served until after the newsletter work was finished.  No chocolate fingerprints on the newsletter, that I would not tolerate. 

Bruce, with a satisfied look on his face told me I had nothing to say about where I gave birth.  This was not an issue of rights, but a medical issue. 

 

I fixed him with a stare and said, “Really?” sarcasm dripping slightly off my tongue. Bruce would later be served a very small slice of his favorite Region 11 cake and not be allowed to take the rest home with him.   

 

Ayn was born at home two months later, 13 months younger than her sister, Dawn.  I was alone at the time, a good friend of mine had picked up Dawn and would keep her overnight.  Ron was out in the garage, occupied with his collection of spare parts, bolts and his welder.  He was not missed. 

 

After her birth Ayn turned her head and looked at me, making a deep growling sound.  I have never heard another baby make a sound like that.  Not wanting to stretch the still pulsing umbilical cord, I eased a wrapping blanket around her and brought her up on my belly.  Raising her head slightly her attention was arrested apparently by my breast.  Her legs began kicking motions and her eyes and mouth were wide open.  Slowly, still careful of the cord, no longer pulsing, I repositioned  her close to my breast, ready to assist her.  Not necessary, it seems; she grabbed on like a cat on a mouse and settled in enthusiastically to nurse for a good long time falling asleep with her mouth still poised close to my breast.

 

It was a wonderful birth. 

 

              Dawn Ellen and Ayn Suzanne 

 About Bruce

After several years as Editor of the CA Newsletter Bruce was elected Chairman of the California Libertarian Party in 1978-1979. Elected as a member of the Libertarian National Committee between 1979-81 and chaired the California Libertarian Judicial Committee between 1996-2000. 

Bruce’s assumptions about women were sometimes funny, but at other times outrageous.  I last talked to him not long before he died in 2015 and always considered him a friend.  But A is still A.  Bruce gifted me with the poster he had made of himself on his Everest Adventure, which I cherished.