A Short History of a Family on the West Side of Phoenix
by Frederick L. Crandall
2010
This is a note to Lel, Drucie, Russ, and Tom about our roots. We all are affected, inspired, and taught the lessons of life by the people we know best, our own family. But what about the stage upon which we acted out our family drama, those hallowed walls that kept out the weather? Shouldn't that house be remembered also? Within the confines of "2646" we arrived from Santa Fe, New Mexico, a young family to first learn and remember our first trial of life, duties, privileges, and revelations. Under that roof came friends, family, new loved ones, and eventually grandchildren to hear mother's jokes and witty stories and to taste Dad's hamburgers and "chili" beans on Saturday nights.
I remember a lot of painting, mowing lawns, vacuuming, picking up and evicting careless coachroaches from Claire's room who happened to be discovered. Across those rooms and floors were birthdays and sad events, laughing and some consternation. Tom relayed to me last year that he still awakes at night remembering every wall, door and detail as he walked thru that old house in his memory. It had some very unique details and spaces not to mention a very prominent place in the development of the neighborhood and wards in which we lived. It was close to West High and Heard School, the Encanto Golf Course, Fairgrounds, and other memorable Phoenix landmarks.
The "Boom" days of the growing Phoenix area are now gone but the house is still there. I drove by it every year for many years searching for the familiar facade with one house on each side making up the short block. From 1955 until it was sold in 1986, the Crandalls made an impression on those around them. The Huffs, Klecks, Andersons, and others in the neighborhood still remember and can point wihout hesitation to where the Crandalls lived. So come with me for a moment and add your memories to mine as we review the "Life at 2646 North 20th Avenue".
-Frederick Crandall
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| Evidence of Post Danish/Europe trip on the left wall. The famous picture wall on the right. The top of the special green arm chair used for lounging in creative positions. |
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| The wood fence was installed along the concrete drive. 1965 Plymouth looks just like the one I (Rick) drove in the mission field. |
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| 1970: Dad always checked the fluids, the tire pressure and washed the windshield. You could always count on him checking the condition of your vehicle. Marilyn Tsosie is Assistant Car Inspector. |














In the last picture, I think that might be Hudson lying on the floor. It's definitely not David.
ReplyDeleteLELLA comments: "The memories of 2646 and of the neighborhood and the ward are very powerful. my greatest memories come from after I married and Dad started up the Saturday Night Hamburger event to entice Ben and I to come and visit on a regular basis. He issued the invitation the week after our marriage and it morphed from there. Then Ben and I moved back into the ward when we bought the old Pomeroy house at 532 W. Virginia. So those memories are very strong. That is why I always go back to the "home ward" to visit every time I am in town. David and Ben and I will be attending chruch there after the reunion on Sunday June 19th, which also happends to be Father's Day. Anyone else want to come with us? Catherine and Karen are going home before, but Elizabeth and Kurt may be coming wih us. We ought to have a whole contingent of Crandalls show up-- 9am at the old building on Ashland. thanks for posting the pictures, etc. If I think of anything else, I'll let you know.
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