Rose Crabtree
(from the website: Reflections on Wyoming)
Rose Crabtree's election to a two-year term on the Jackson Hole, Wyoming Town Council got special attention because she out-polled her husband, Henry, in the process. Not by a whisker, either: 50 to 31. Furthermore, Henry Crabtree was the sitting mayor at the time of the election.

Henry's mother left them in charge of a hotel when she left Jackson in 1917 and her son and daughter-in-law became the owner-operators. Known for the fine table she could spread, known for the comfort and hospitality of their hostelry, known for the generosity to those down on their luck, and known for surviving and thriving in good times and bad, the Crabtrees had only scoundrels and varlets as enemies: the good townsfolk loved them. The literature of the day shows that the large round table at the Crabtree Hotel was the favorite spot for dignitaries and visitors to share their stories.

They were roll-up-the-sleeves and get-the-job-done sort of folk, the Crabtrees. Henry's trade was carpentry and woodworking. For their entire adult lives they put forth to people the work of their hands and so it was that they thrived. Small wonder, then, that the townsfolk found it easy to cast their votes for Rose, not so much as the competitor to Henry, but as his equal.

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