Once Upon the Prairie
The Conductors
Daniel was the runaway’s name.
His life filled with misery and
pain.
Maddie and Owen, their families, too,
Knew what they needed to do,
Help Daniel travel that “underground
train.”
The two became part of the plan.
Together they spied on the mean old
man.
Kansas, bleeding at the time,
Saw good men fight across the line.
Could slavery be stopped with a ban?
Dressed as a girl, Daniel sought to
be free.
He was hid in an old, cottonwood
tree.
They could not know how effective
the train became.
Each worked in secret, with only
conductor as a name.
Risking all so free others might be.
PLEASE NOTE THIS BLOG CHANGES FIRST AND THIRD WEEKS OF THE MONTH.
Be sure to check out The Story Teller's Corner and Up the Family Tree.
Be sure to check out The Story Teller's Corner and Up the Family Tree.
Maddie
This is ten-year old Maddie again. I live in Kansas Territory in the new town of Lawrence. Popular sovereignty exists in Kansas. The people of Kansas are to vote on whether or not the Territory joins the Union as a free state or as a slave state. Border Ruffians from the adjoining state of Missouri fought with the free-staters. The Eldridge Hotel was ransacked and burned during one fight. My cousin, Own, and I were not downtown that afternoon. That was the day we helped Daniel, a runaway slave, move closer to freedom.
Mama and Papa are proud of me for the sacrifice I made to help Daniel. My determination to stop slavery gave me the courage I needed. I can't tell you about it now, but you can read more about my adventure soon.
Mama and Papa are proud of me for the sacrifice I made to help Daniel. My determination to stop slavery gave me the courage I needed. I can't tell you about it now, but you can read more about my adventure soon.
Hello, Spring
My mother used to quote the following phase: Spring is sprung, the grass
is rize. I wonder where the flowers is.
For 30 years my husband and family ran a greenhouse business called The
Green Thumb. For us spring did not arrive on March 21. It arrived weeks earlier
as we hurriedly got seed into the ground and cuttings transplanted. Days were
filled with four-inch pots, cascading baskets and flats of assorted flowers and
vegetables. It included sunny days where one could almost see the plants
growing and cloudy, cold days as the plants struggled to survive and not
develop botrytis. Loading trucks and vans at night to go out first thing in the
morning was always part of each day. The job was a 24 hours a day, seven days a
week job.
This diversification of our farming operation allowed us to send our boys
to college. My older son got a degree in greenhouse management and ran the
operation for a dozen years; even he grew weary of the many hours. We sold the
business and expanded the farming part.
While I miss the flowers each spring and the beauty of poinsettias at
Christmas, spring has become just that-a renewal of life for us. I especially
like the opportunity of going out to eat on Mother’s day or Thanksgiving instead
of working in the greenhouse filling orders. I didn’t get that option for 30
years.