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ISAAC BONSELL CRISPIN.  The first Crispin, Silas, came from England in 
1690.  He was engaged by William Penn to assist Thomas Holme in 
completing the survey of the City of Philadelphia.  

Isaac Bonsell Crispin was born March 15, 1852 in Hillsboro, Ohio.  His
father was Nathan Wright Crispin, and his mother, Priscilla (Murphy)
Crispin.  He had one brother, Francis Marion, and a sister, Catherine
Elinore.  His mother Priscilla, died, and Nathan remarried a widow, Mrs. 
Elizabeth Windsor, at Oscaloosa, Iowa.  Nine children were born from
this union; Jerome, John, Martha, Maria Adeline, Caroline, Ann, Belle,
Charles A., and Henry.  The family moved to California, settling first 
in alexander Valley.  Mr. Alexander told them they could have all the 
beef they wanted to eat, if they would give him the hides.  Later, they 
moved to Oregon.

Whether Isaac went with them is unknown, but he next appeared on a 
sheep ranch on the north side of the mouth of Alder Creek.  While there 
he met a young wido, Harriet Susan (Clay) Owens.  She was born in 
Keetsville, Mo., October 12, 1855 to W. H. Clay and Sarah Jane 
(Cureton) Clay.  The Clay family had settled on the Mendocino Coast.  
One of the Clay children, the late Amanda Bishop, was the first white 
child born in Manchester.  The other children were: Mrs. Sarah Standley 
(mother of the late Admiral Hal Standley), Mrs. Annie Bowen, Mrs. Nana 
C. Iverson, Miss Nettie Clay, Charles, William, John, Louis, and Harris 
Clay. 

Isaac married Mrs. Owens in Ukiah in 1875.  After their marriage, Isaac 
ranched with his brother-in-law, "Doc" Stanley, in Sherwood Valley for 
awhile.  He bought a piece of property there in 1875 from a man named 
Joseph Conrad.  With his new bride and her little child, Evelyn Leota 
Owens (1873-1953), they moved into the moutains between Boonville and 
Point Arena.  Their first small ranch, in Mountain View, was west of 
the Boonville-Manchester road on what is now known as the Piper Ranch.  
Mr. Crispin took this up as a claim, and proved up on it in 1887.  He 
raised stock, peeled and sold tan bark, as well as hauling it for his 
neighbors over the Adams Ridge Road to Pt. Arena.  Seven of their 
children were born there, one dying in infancy.:  Clara Belle 
(1875-1964), Sarah Jane (1879-1963); Nathan Henry (1882-1967), Charles 
Arthur (1885-1960); Adelaide Marie (1888--); Ruby Ester (1882-1956).  
Mr Crispin bought a piece of property in 1890 from John J. Smalley.  
This was located closer to Boonville.  In the early 1890s he moved 
there with his family.  He built a two-story home.  This house stood 
until the 1950's until it burned down.  Two more of their children, 
Hazel Muryl (1894) and Alice Harriet (1896) were born there.

Mr. Crispin's father, Nathan, and various members of the family proved 
up on adjoining lands, and this property remained in the family until 
1961.  Isaac was Postmaster, for some time, at a small Post Office on 
his ranch, which was called "Comfort".   He rode to Boonville once a 
week to get the mail for the Post Office.  He also ran a general stock 
ranch on the Comfort Ranch.  He cleared land on the Brushy Mountain by 
hand and planted grain fields and fruit trees.  His hams and bacons 
were the delight of the neighborhood.  He also, at one time, made 
butter, packed it, and sold it.

He was a Republican.  The name, Bonsell came from Isaac's grandfather 
John Crispin's wife.  She was a widow and was name Phebe Bonsell.

Mr. Crispin loved his mountain home, and at the time of his death in 
Boonville, Sept 1, 1922, stated that he "hated to leave the mountains."  
His wife, Harriet Susan, passed away in Healdsburg May 30, 1931.  They 
lie in rest, side by side, in Evergreen Cemetery at Manchester.

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To Aunt Esther:  This is a copy of what was submitted, with the 
exception of one minor addition according to Jean.  I am ashamed of the 
typing, but I ended up with just the right amount of copies so won't do 
it over today.  Will perhaps type some more later and mail you a better 
one. 

                            Love,

                              Leona