While driving around still searching for the little schoolhouse that my mom and I tried to buy 30 years ago, I have made some discoveries.
I have not written about the schoolhouse, I don't think. It was on an acre of land, deeded by a farmer to the school district, and was actually two stories tall, as they had taken the upstairs storage and converted it into four eaves bedrooms. Downstairs, the living room still had the chalkboards on two walls.
There was a huge kitchen across the back, and a mudroom with shelves built in, for canned goods to be stored.
Mother and I contracted to buy it, but our big house in town would not sell. These were the eighties, and interest rates were in the teens, for those of you who remember.
After almost a year, we let the nice people out of the contract, and a few months later, I drove out there to look at the little building again... and it was gone, totally gone. I could see the foundation, and there did not appear to be any signs of fire, etc..
The little barn that stood behind it was still there.
I have never found anyone who could tell me what happened to it, and where it was moved.
So... I have driven up hill and down dale for the last few weeks, hoping to find the site once again, and see if I can find someone who has lived in the area for many years, and can tell me.
Look what I found today:
Three Muleteers... look what I found! This one's for you, and FH and Catanian!
Isn't he handsome?
Love this old red barn. I wish we had one just like it!
See that whiskey barrel?
About ten minutes after this picture, where the boys were being BOYS, the bottom fell out of it.
It's going into one of the garden beds to corral mint next year.
Always a silver lining.
I need another platform now, for the third goat, who is coming home tomorrow morning!
Then, while whizzing along a wider road, I saw the top of a stone on the hill, and made a quick turn.
I've said it before... I love old cemeteries.
This one is maintained very well by the City of Bonner Springs. Way to go, Bonner!
Walton Ollie Currie... Approved by all and loved so well,
Tho young, like fruit that's ripe, he fell
His parents rest just behind him. If you notice, next to their leaning stone are a group of other, older stones that have broken apart over the years.
These stones were in a pipe fence enclosure.
There were probably a dozen Civil War veteran's stones. How, you may ask, did a man from Ohio end up in a tiny graveyard in Bonner Springs?
Along with about ten guys from Illinois and Missouri?
Did you ever hear of "40 Acres and a Mule"? Yes, the Homestead Act brought all these veterans to the Midwest. After the war, they drifted west and south, and took up their little homesteads, leaving behind their mothers and fathers and starting new families and traditions in Kansas.
Here they lie, in their adopted land.
"Budded on earth to bloom in Heaven"
Her name is in the dirt, but next time I go, I'll take a brush and gently brush it away so people can read her name.
Some of the stones look almost brand new.
This is another Civil War veteran.
And some are almost invisible... yes, there are TWO stones in there.
I'm taking some clippers next time.
These three are separated from the rest of the cemetery.
I have a theory.
We are in "free" Kansas, it was NOT a slave state, though I know of many cemeteries here where African American people were buried separately from others.
I think there are graves in between, and I'm going to run down to the Wyandotte County historical society one of these days soon, to find out about it. This cemetery is just over the line in my home county, Wyandotte.
We had a terrible cholera epidemic here in the 1850's... and I am wondering if there are many unmarked graves, or graves that have been swallowed by the earth.
I love history.
Many of these stones read
"Gone but not forgotten".
I came home to this:
Yep, I've got to make MORE salsa!
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