Ilinois to Kansas by Covered Wagon, 1874

February 17th, 2012

My brother gave me a photocopy of a newspaper article titled “Yeager-Patterson Family History”. Its source is not noted, but it appears to be from a Sumner County, Kansas newspaper from the late 1960s or early 70s. Here’s the first part, detailling my father’s mother’s family’s journey from Illinois to Kansas:

The Yeagers and Pattersons (John D.) came to Kansas, in October of 1874, the grasshopper year, from near Ottawa, La Salle County, Ill. Frank [Francis Marion] Yeager had almost frozen to death as he came home from work at a neighbor’s where he was shelling corn. That spring, he was unable to work, so hoped to find land in a warmer climate.

He came to visit relatives near Atlanta, Kan. He didn’t like it there. Someone told him to go to Oxford in Sumner County. There was good land there on the Arkansas River; so he hired a horse and rode over to Oxford and went to a land office. The land agent, Abbot, took him five miles south and in the mile east, he found what lie was looking for. He wrote his father [Joseph Yeager Sr.], who came out, by train to Wichita, which was the end of the line, and hired a horse and buggy and came to Oxford to look at the land. They purchased three farms in that mile and one a mile south, and returned to Illinois to dispose of their property there.

Here is the account of their journey to Kansas as told by Mrs. John Patterson [Cecilia F. Yeager], and taped by her son Glen, of Leavenworth. She was 82 years old when this was taped. She lived to within four days of her 104th birthday, dying February 26, 1959.

“We all sold our crops, our cow and pigs, four of them, and with $250 started out on the great adventure on September 22, 1874. My two brothers J.[Joseph Jr.] W. Yeager, wife and three children, Frank [Francis Marion] Yeager, wife [Amelia Louisa Patterson] and one child [Eva B. Yeager], and a Bill Weston who drove father’s team and wagon (wagons were covered). Brother Joe had an extra horse and we had a two year old colt “Fly”.

When we started, we had a sheet iron stove and we thought we would cook our dinners as well as supper and breakfasts. Just one day was enough of that. It wouldn’t cool and took so long to cook so after the first day we ate cold dinners and cooked supper and breakfast. I had packed a three gallon jar of butter before I left, being oetween 20 and 25 pounds, so we had butter all the way. We had a 20 pound cheese to start with. We bought another in Iowa and another in Kansas. We had plenty of sorghum, too. Every night we would cook a large kettle of potatoes and sometimes had sweet potatoes, too. We bought our bread of course; they were one pound loaves. Once we bought thirty-two loaves at once for $2.00, four loaves for a quarter, and ate six of them for dinner. We bought beef and pork steak for supper and breakfast and had a large coffee pot full of coffee for breakfast. We bought milk and had cream for coffee and milk for the children. We kept well.

We stopped two Saturdays at noon and did some washing and rested the horses. We rested two Sundays, too, and traveled the rest of them. Had a sick horse one evening. Along toward evening when we saw some hay, we all would stop and buy enough for the horses to feed that night. We were only in rain one day in Illinois and the rest was quite pleasant.

We left our home on Tuesday, September 22, 1874. We crossed the Mississippi River on the next Tuesday at Burlington, Iowa, on an open barge only large enough for two wagons and teams. The other two teams when they saw their companions pulling away from shore, had to he held hack, to keep them from attempting to swim the Mississippi. We went west about halfway across Iowa and turned south into Missouri on the next Tuesday, and crossed the Missouri River on a bridge at Leavenworth, Kan. the next Tuesday. We went to Big Springs and stayed a day and two nights with Uncle Jake (Jacob) Yeager. A week from the following Friday we landed in Oxford and there (rented) a store building until we could arrange to move out to our farm. This was October 23, 1874, our trip having taken 31 days.

We had no bad luck on the road; only once we had a scare hut it proved to be only a scare. As we were coming through Platte County, Mo., not far from the home of the James boys who were train robbers and were thought to be dangerous, we met two men on horseback with their revolvers in their holsters on the saddles. It was the middle of the afternoon, but we thought nothing of it, but in an hour or so, the same two men passed us again and turned in their saddles to look into our wagons. We all noticed that. Then there was a fork in the road not far ahead of us and they turned in their saddles and motioned us to come the road they were taking. This was the road we took as there was a sign at the fork pointing to that road to go to Leavenworth. That night we camped in a nice little valley and as usual, we headed our wagons north, south, east and west with room at the back of each wagon for the horses to stand tied to each wagon. In the night we were awakened by a noise as of something taking a step or two and then silence. We listened a bit, then John raised up and peeked out the small hole in the back of the wagonsheet, and behold Belle, one of Joe’s horses, had come untied and was moving a step at a time and getting some grass. We were all awake, we found, and our fears relieved.

On this trip to Kansas, Joe Yeager [Jr.] once stated that their caravan met more than 300 wagons returning to the eastern states from Kansas where drought and the ravages of the grasshoppers had discouraged settlers. They heard some dire reports of conditions in Kansas. He also recalled having his 31st birthday somewhere in Iowa on the long tiresome trip to Kansas.

The day we drove into Oxford, we wrote a letter and sent it right back, that we were in Oxford and then father [Joseph Sr.] had his sale and they came as quick as they could; (Coming by train to Wichita and down to Oxford in a hired hack.) It was about the first of November before they got here. We moved to our farm in December and they built father’s house. He bought the material and had it all fitted and ready to put up, in Illinois. (Thus the first pre-fabricated house came to Sumner County.) A man who lived across the creek came to father and offered to put up the house for—what do you suppose now? Twenty-five dollars. He put up that house for twenty-five dollars. A dollar then was as big around as a hogshead.

The house on our farm was 10 ft by 14ft. made of cottonwood boards, up and down and battened with narrow thin boards. The boards warped and in some places were split. I can see Grandmother Patterson yet, going around with a case knife and a rag, stuffing them in the cracks to keep out the cold. We thought it too small as I had two beds and so we got some dimension lumber at a sawmill and pine boards and shingles in Wichita and built a lean-to bedroom 7 ft. x 14 ft. where we put our beds and my hope chest, which was a wooden box that in those days all dry-goods were shipped in. In the 10 x 14: room we had a bench for water pail and to wash on, a cupboard made of boards, a bureau, table, six chairs, flour barrel, stove and woodbox. The floor was of wide boards. Merton was born in that house November, 1875 and Mabel in May of 1880.

Before we moved down on the farm, we bought a Texas cow, paid $25.00 for her. She wouldn’t let a man milk her. When the men were hauling the goods from Wichita, we Lost our best horse, one father had given me. The summer of ’75 we had no ground broken out except enough for a garden, which did fine. That summer, John bound wheat on a Marsh Harvester, (two men bound the wheat as it was cut) for Mr. Somerville twelve days, receiving $2.00 per day. When the wheat was threshed, they asked him if he would haul a load to Wichita for them. Wheat was $1.00 a bushel and as high as $1.20 per bushel and they paid 15 cents a bushel for hauling. He thought lie could make $6.00 as 40 bushels was as much as they could haul and it took them 10 and one-half days to get it there. He took a load and lost another horse. Cost him $5.00 to have a veterinarian and get her hauled away, so now we had only one three-year horse. Father bought us an old mare and we broke out 19 acres, and John and brother Frank rented thirty acres of Somerville. He furnished the seed which left 15 acres for Somerville and seven and one-half acres for each of us. That fall (1875) father sowed our home place (this was done by broadcasting the plowing and sod breaking by a walking plow) and John harrowed it in.

 

Here’s the family of FM Yeager and AL Patterson a little later, circa 1890:

yeager/patterson family, Sumner County Kansas

sometimes the magic works

January 30th, 2012

Even in a weak economy, even with old media in a hyper-technological world, sometimes inspiration and hard work pay off. Exhibit A: David Imus. Who is David Imus, you may ask. He’s a guy you makes old-fashioned paper maps. By himself. In his garage. He’s good at it.

A few years ago, a client of mine (Bob Lorentzen of Bored Feet Press) started distributing a line of maps by Imus Geographics. It was a semi-big deal at the time; the maps were/are extra groovy and they’d won some awards. But still, they were obscure and the idea of big wall maps of large areas was very retro. A couple of years passed, and they sold OK, but unspectacularly. Then, all of the sudden, the orders started pouring in. An article on Slate.com extolling the praises of the Imus USA map was the primary instigator. Interviews with a couple of NPR programs, posts on blogs, articles on other sites, a news story on an Oregon TV station, and more continued to build on the momentum.

Imus’ maps are available from quite a few places on the web, but you should get yours from Bored Feet. Yes, you should check out the USA map, but you should also explore the whole line of Imus Geographics maps.

genealogy redux

January 28th, 2012

Several years ago, I spent a whole heapa time putting together my family tree. While it took a lot of my time, I didn’t really do anything resembling original research, I just assembled my brother Ric’s stuff, my aunt Beth’s material, notes from various other family members, info from dozens of websites, etc. I put it into a modern gedcom format and created a site for it using PhpGedView. Once the site was up, I pretty much ignored it.

Anyway, last fall, in the Great Web Host Updating Debacle, the site stopped working. For some reason, in the new host configuration, the db script wasn’t working to connect to the database. I was too busy fixing my clients’ sites and doing my regular work to worry too much about it then, but things calmed down a bit at the start of the year, so I resurrected the monster.

Once I got it working, I realized that either my data wasn’t as complete as I thought or some stuff got lost in the shuffle. Information like grandparents’ death dates, which I have easy access to, was missing. So, I started filling the missing info in. And adding pictures and newspaper clippings. And returning to old research dead ends. Even after several years, the dead ends still are dead.

Charles Thomas Yeatts, Stella Susan Ann Barnard, and two of their children

But, my workload hasn’t eased up that much. I don’t have time to fall into bottomless time pits. If any family members out there want to add stuff, it’s pretty simple to set up an account on the site and make changes.

You can visit the site here.

Grrrrrrrrr…

October 31st, 2011

The vast international conspiracy to make lots of really stupid projects for me that I can’t bill to anyone goes into warpdrive…

My usually reliable web host, Verve Hosting, had the bright idea to upgrade their servers. They sent me a note about it, with some of the things I should look out for.

If you are using custom nameservers (nameservers based on one of your domain names) you will need to update the IP addresses for those nameservers.

PHP will be configured with suphp on the new server. This will eliminate the need for permissions of 777 on files/folders that need write access by the webserver. Once all of the sites are moved I wil run a command that will change the permissions of all php files to 644 and all folders to 755. With suphp, any files or folders with permissions of 777 will generate an error message on your website.

Certain php options, for example php_flag or php_value directives, will need to be moved from .htaccess files to the website’s php.ini file.

Outdated applications may not work with the newer version of PHP so please make sure your apps like Joomla, Drupal, Mambo, etc. are updated with the latest version of the software.

The new server uses a different IMAP/POP3 mailserver. For POP3 accounts that leave a copy of read messages on the server, the new server will see these as unread, which will cause your mail app to download the messages again. Unfortunately, there is no way to prevent this. It will only happen for people who leave a copy of their messages on the server, and it will only happen the first time you check your email on the new server.

The migration of websites to the new server will begin at 12:00 a.m on Saturday, October 15th. The migration is expected to be completed by midnight on Sunday, October 16th. The old host1 server will remain online and be accessible until November 14th.

Oh, boy. I’ve got almost thirty sites on that server, and they’re promising various sundry incomprehesible discombobulations. The changeover happened. One of my sites immediately went down entirely. It was one that another developer had started, and I’d taken over. While it uses PHP throughout, the pages all have the .html extension. The changeover messed up the .htaccess file which told the server to treat .html files as .php. The only solution I could conjure up to get that site back online quickly was to rename every single page on the site and change the links within the site. Pooptastic.

I still haven’t figured out how to get the upload scripts in my various WordPress installs to work in this configuration. Actually, that’s one reason for writing this post. Does the upload script work for this, newly updated WP install? I’ll try to upload a new photo:

looking WSW from Mt. Lassic

looking WSW from Mt. Lassic

Well that’s interesting. It doesn’t work on the blogs people actually read. What’s different about this one?

 

And then, just when I thought I was more or less through the trauma of server upgrades, the same client with the .html – .php problem contacted me. His blog was kaput. All it produced was a database connection error. I tried to login to his control panel. The login didn’t work. I tried to login to my main control panel, to get into his (I have a reseller account). Didn’t work. A quick, panicked scan of the various sites on that server revealed a strange mix of OK sites and database problems. And no way to connect to any of the control panels.

I contacted Verve’s support. They got back to me quickly. Someone had hacked into my account, gotten into some of the sub-accounts, and sent a bunch of spam. I needed to change my master password. I did that. Still couldn’t login. Back and forth with support. Many times. Eventually, after banging my head against the wall all day, I managed to get the relevant passwords changed and logins working and get back to where I thought I was already.

One advantage of payroll jobs over self employment: when crap like that happens when you’re on a payroll, you get paid for your time. When crap like that happens and you’re self-employed, who ya gonna bill?

you really, truly, can’t make this up…

August 15th, 2011

I don’t usually pay much attention to the ads on my gmail account, but this one caught my eye. And blew my mind.

Keep “Hanoi Jane” off TV

Sign Petition to keep Hanoi Jane off this major TV network!

Nothing says “move America forward” better than wallowing in some forty-year-old, stupid political theatre from a movie star.

my great-great grandfather was an SOB

July 31st, 2011

Samuel Oliver Bereman, my mother’s father’s mother’s father, left a journal of his adventures in the Civil War. I’ve had “plans” for some time to do a video blog project, following his journal through the South, visiting battle sites, interviewing historians, and profoundly ruminating. Eventually, I’d take the vlog footage and condense it into a two hour movie that I could sell, take to film festivals, etc. Next time I have a few thousand spare bucks and a couple of spare months… oh, well.

While my snarky family members generally refer to him by his initials, family letters refer to him as “Ol”, short for Oliver, his middle name, contrasting with his father, Samuel Emerson Bereman. I’ll use Ol here.

Anyway, a year or two ago, a bunch of my extended family members got together; I was unable to attend. A box was put aside for me with a bunch of Bereman stuff and miscellaneous tidbits from other branches of the family. Among these papers was Ol’s papers documenting his promotions and his discharge from the military after the war. It seemed like these were cool enough to throw up on the web and see if anybody cares.

Ol’s promotion to Sergeant

Ol’s promotion to First Sergeant

Ol’s discharge

There are a number of interesting documents in this box, including newspaper clippings of the deaths of several Bereman cousins and some personal letters. I’ll try to post a bunch of them as time permits.

facebookification of everything

April 21st, 2011

Sometimes the magic works, and sometimes it doesn’t. I’ve been experimenting with WordPress plugins which connect to Facebook. My first effort was something called Simple Facebook Connect. That one’s a frightful misnomer. If there were any justice in the world, they wouldn’t be allowed to use the word “simple” in the title. In order to use the thing and it’s allegedly fantabulous functionality, one must create a special Facebook App. Fifty-seven WTFs and sixty-three huhs? later, I managed to create an app (or at least I thought I did) and copied and pasted the long strings of jibberish into the correct (?) places. I activated several of the features, and voila! Nothing happened. No FB anything anywhere. I have no idea what went wrong or how to troubleshoot the thing. Somewhere along the way, I even lost track of what I was trying to do exactly. So I gave up on that one, and tried some other plugins.

Next up was the WordPress Facebook Like Plugin. Now that one is simple. It just took a few seconds to download, install, and activate. Now I have like buttons on all the posts that nobody ever reads.

Now, the newest of the bunch: Embed Facebook. Their description says:

Embed Facebook lets you embed various Facebook objects (album, event, group, note, photo, or video) in a post or page. You just need to paste the URL of a Facebook object anywhere in a post or page, the plugin will automatically embed it for you.

Sounds good. I’ve downloaded and installed it, so here’s a test. Here’s a gallery from my new artist page:

http://www.facebook.com/media/set/fbx/?set=a.179823632069443.55989.178206532231153

And here’s the artist page itself:

Garth Hagerman Photo & Video
Artist  |  fans  |  View on Facebook

facebook and the perpetually steep learning curve

April 14th, 2011

One reason I’m broke all of the time is I spend an awful lot of unbillable time learning new stuff and re-learning not-so-new stuff that I don’t use enough to keep fresh in my crowded little brain.

Case in point: Facebook. I started an FB account a year or so ago, largely so I could figure out how to do stuff for a client. I fiddled with it a bit, solved the immediate problem, and moved on… I thought. It didn’t grab me as being immediately useful or profitable for my own stuff. But old friends started tracking me down, I linked my YouTube account to my FB account, I started posting some photos, I started getting some photo fans, and so forth.

Gradually, I began to realize the power of the giant monster that is Facebook. I realized that several of my other clients should at least have “like” buttons on their sites, even if they don’t want to set up their own business FB pages. So, I went to work figuring out how to use some of the FB widgets, and incorporating them into existing database-driven sites. That was pretty simple once I figured out what the bleep I was doing. But figuring the bleep out took a while. So, it wound up being a total of a couple of billable hours spread around three different clients, and eight or so hours of banging my head on blunt objects.

Today, I started work on a new client’s site. She wants a WordPress site (this is a WP blog) with built in FB functionality connecting to her event’s FB page. Seemed simple enough in the abstract. But, it’s a whole new can of worms, learning-curve-wise. In order to do her site as a credible professional, I have to figure out how to use a new set of tools, using my own WP blog and my brand spanking new FB artist page (Garth Hagerman Photo & Video) as guinea pigs.

So, first I had to start the FB Artist page, then update my blog so it’s running the current version of WP. Next, I install the FB plugins.

At least I get to put some time into promoting my photo stuff.

paradoxes of my life

January 28th, 2011

I want to go camping for weeks and months on end; I want to garden.

I don’t want to bother with money; I don’t want to design my life around money; I want to have enough money.

I want to travel; I want to put down roots.

I want to arise and photograph the dawn; I want to snooze comfortably ’til ten.

I want to march vigorously all day; I want to sip pina coladas at poolside—no, scratch that—I want to sip single malt scotch from a stainless steel flask at lakeside.

I want to live on the cutting edge; I want to be a curmudgeonly fart.

I want to live simply; I want the latest and greatest tech toys.

I crave solitude; I need others.

I want to live forever; when it’s over, I’ll want to have lived.

I want flavor; I want health.

I strive for clarity and simplicity; I revel in contradictions and paradox.

the magic formula for theatrical glory

January 3rd, 2011

I really don’t know what to do with the data life hands me sometimes. A coupla weeks ago I finished the run of a play. I was acting as Marley, and half a dozen minor roles, in a one-hour adaptation of A Christmas Carol at the Mendocino Theatre Company. It was a smashing success. Why?

I’ve done many shows at MTC. I’ve acted, I’ve stage managed, I’ve directed, etcetera, so forth, and so on. The typical MTC production goes something like this: A bunch of people toil away for months (for little or no pay), trying to squeeze every subtle, meaningful nuance out of an excellent script. The show opens. About twenty or so people a night show up. They yawn. They clap politely at the end, then they promptly forget about the whole thing.

This production started as a staged reading. We’ve always known that Christmas shows are great from a marketing standpoint, but they’re tough to pull off, as everybody is already tooo busy during the holiday season. But people should be able to make time to fling together a staged reading.

The staged reading thing turned into a cartoon snowball rolling down a mountain. We got a pianist. We got cute kids to sing songs to open the show. We choreographed a little dance number. We got nice costumes. We got an elegant lighting design. We learned our lines.

Once the show opened, we has a little show that was… I don’t know… elegant? meaningful?

Whatever it was, it did well at the box office, pretty much selling out nearly all the shows. And people seemed genuinely moved by it, too. But what were the keys to its success? The familiar story? Dickensian magic? The lean, condensed adaptation? The acting?

What lessons is MTC supposed to draw from the show? Stick to familiar material? Short shows? Simple, emotional plays? Keep the staging very simple? Make sure there are always some cute kids in every show?

I’m flummoxed.

But, you can see the show for yourself and derive the formula for theatrical glory. The show’s on Youtube.