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Wednesday, July 31, 2019

Chez les Canses: Chouteau's Town Before Kansas City


“The period of time from [Berenice Chouteau’s] advent, until now, marks an era of history, an era of transformation and development over more than half of the continent such as we may safely say the world has never witnessed before.”
                                                -John Calvin McCoy, November 1888

Telling the story of the first settlement of what would be Kansas City would never be complete without covering the first white settlers in this region. Before there was a Town Company purchasing land at the site of Kansas City in 1838, there were a few dozen French Catholic families that uprooted their lives in the St. Louis area and followed a young man and his stoic wife westward across the newly established state of Missouri to establish a fur trading post along the river.
John Heller painting depicting fur trading in the
wilderness of St. Louis. This would be a similar site to
what would have been seen at the future site of
Kansas City.



After the Louisiana Purchase, Americans led by William Clark established Fort Osage, 25 miles east of the future site of Kansas City, in 1808. Its purpose was to provide a military presence in the territory and to develop a healthy relationship with Native American tribes- especially the Osage. In addition to its purpose as a fort, it also functioned as a government-operated fur trading post that was in operation until 1822.

The end of Fort Osage in Missouri meant that business for independent fur traders could begin.  This early commerce on the western side of Missouri was launched when a newly-married couple took a risk by settling on the edge of the frontier. The future of fur trading in western Missouri would be directly connected to them, and Kansas City likely wouldn’t have developed without the Chouteau’s enterprising spirit.

But before we talk about this incredible journey and what was accomplished in only a few years, we need to examine what was up in this area before they took the gamble in the wilderness on what was the westernmost edge of the United States.

As fate would have it, the Chouteau family is linked to the two largest cities in Missouri. Francois Gesseau Chouteau was born in 1797 in St. Louis, Mo., son of Jean Pierre Chouteau (1758-1849). The area at the time was under the control of the Spanish. His uncle, Auguste, co-founded St. Louis 33 years before his birth.

Oil painting of Berenice Chouteau. No photos exist
of her. Courtesy of Native Sons.
His family was strengthened by their relationship with Native American tribes. As French fur traders and merchants, the Chouteau family operated St. Louis Fur Company which held the rights to fur trade with the Osage tribe in that area. Francois, known as “Gesseau” to family and friends, was particularly close to the Osage- so close, in fact, that at the age of seventeen he became a father for the first time after a relationship with an Osage woman named Marie.

The fact of the matter is that these French fur traders oftentimes had Native American wives or relationships with Native American women.

In 1819 at the age of twenty-two, Francois further connected his enterprises by marrying eighteen-year-old Therese Berenice Menard, simply known as Berenice to family and friends. Berenice was the daughter of Pierre Menard, a French-Canadian fur trapper who settled across the river from Ste. Genevieve, Mo. in Kaskaskia, Illinois and served as the first lieutenant governor of that state. She was described as being strong and healthy with a personal connection to Native Americans. As a child, she had played alongside Indian children in Kaskaskia.


St. Louis traders were ready to take over the fur business abandoned by Fort Osage. Twenty-two year-old Francois and his eighteen-year-old wife, Berenice opted for an interesting honeymoon. Kansas City founder John C. McCoy wrote in his memoirs, “Berenice first saw this place in 1819, when on her way from St. Louis to the frontier trading post of the Black Snake hills (St. Joseph). It was her bridal tour with her husband on a keelboat, requiring about six weeks to make the trip.” 

Well isn’t that romantic….

Even contemplating how stressful this would be- paddling up a river moving at an average of six miles per hour- in a keelboat to the wilderness is petrifying.

On this journey, the young Chouteau couple saw the opportunities that could arise along the convergence of the Missouri and Kaw Rivers and planned to return to the area to establish a new trading post for the American Fur Company.

Originally known as Chez les Canses (village of the Kanza), the region offered many chances to expand the Chouteau’s St. Louis fur-trading business. In the fall of 1821, Louis Berthold was sent up the Missouri with his wife, two employees and his stepson to prepare for this new trading post on the south bank of the Missouri River just opposite of Randolph Point. Randolph Point was a famous crossing place for the Indian tribes of the north and south sides of the Missouri River.

Just a short time later, “a party of Indians came along and tore down their cabin and ordered them to leave the country on pain of losing their scalps or lives if the order was disobeyed.”

So much for friendly relations with the Native Americans!

Instead of leaving, the little company moved to the north side, built a simple structure, and awaited the arrival of the Chouteau’s.

In early 1822, Francois Chouteau came back to western Missouri with around 35 employees, three keelboats of supplies and merchandise for the Indian trade, his wife, and two young children.

1840 map drawn by Fr. Nicholas Point showing 26 Catholic families in
Kansas City. Map adjusted by John Dawson to show current locations.
The journey would have been tough without two babies in tow. I have some serious respect for Berenice.

They erected extensive log buildings on the north side near Randolph Point in Clay Co., cleared the dense forest of river bottom lands and began trade with the Native Americans. Two Indian trails ran nearby, offering trade from every direction- by land and by water.

Following Francois and his wife in 1825 were twenty-one year old Cyprian and sixteen-year old Frederick, brothers of Francois. Their mission was to expand their fur trading business even further to the west. At first, Cyprian settled on the south bank of the Kaw River about six miles from the mouth while Frederick moved about eight miles above Topeka and traded with the Kaws at Horseshoe Lake.

More on these two brothers in a minute.

In April 1826, a flood destroyed all six buildings at the trading post. As luck would have it, the land to the south- which was on higher ground and had better river access- had been ceded a year prior by the Osage and was open for settlement.

A second post in 1827 in the heart of what would be Kansas City, only in operation for one season, sat at the foot of the river on the south bank near Troost Ave. The Chouteau’s acquired several hundred acres, including a working farm. Francois moved his trading post a final time to the south bank of the Kaw about two miles above the city of Argentine. 

A major cholera outbreak in 1827 slowed the Chouteau’s progress. Berenice baptized 75 dying Indian children, lost two of her own children, sewed shrouds for those that died (including using her own wedding gown as fabric), and established relationships with the Kanza, Seminole and Osage tribes. 

Again, Berenice was tough as nails.

Frederick Chouteau (1809-1891)
By the early 1830s, at least one hundred French Catholic families settled into the area, and many of these families included Native American “half-breeds” from the continued relationships with tribes. The Chouteau trading post was the center of activity. All these families were involved in the fur trade, and most lived in the West Bottoms near the mouth of the Kaw River.  Most of the French fur traders inhabiting the area were married to Blackfoot Indian women. This became known as the “French Bottoms” and the Native Americans called it “Chouteau’s Town.”

This sociable society was renowned for having regular dances and celebrations that could be seen- and heard- for miles. Most ran small farms; no large businesses existed except for a grocery store and tavern. The old square- vieux carre- was erected and used as a common area for the French Catholic families. As Kansas City would later develop, this old town square was kept in-tact and is now known as the River Market today.

Life for these French Canadians was far from easy. In the book Cher Oncle, Cher Papa, the everyday lives of these rough and tumble settlers was described as pretty taxing. The changing river, government regulations and illegal competition of Indian annuities resulted in some good and some not-so-good years.

The process of how these French Canadians survived in the new marketplace along the Missouri River surrounded around the time of year. “When the fall harvest of furs arrived, the post boomed with activity, then settled in for a hard riverfront winter,” Dorothy Brandt Marra described. “With spring, the cycle began anew.”

Cyprian Chouteau (1804-1879)
Francois continued his business ventures by acquiring several hundred acres in the East Bottoms and a steamboat landing spot known as Chouteau’s Landing. In 1838, tragedy struck when Francois- later coined “The Father of Kansas City”- passed away (some records indicate it was a heart attack while others state he was killed by “a stampeding horse”), leaving his trading post, 1,200 acres and his sons to take over the business.

Pierre Menard Chouteau, known as Peter, was the second oldest of Francois and Berenice’s children. Turning sixteen years old just ten days after his father died, he was quite young to take over the booming fur trading business. Francois’ brother, Cyprian did as much as he could to help manage his brother’s interest.

At this point, the land of the future site of Kansas City had been sold to the Town Company and the fledgling city was being platted nearby the Chouteau post.

By 1842, Frederick moved to Johnson County, Ks. and made his home with the Native Americans. He was adopted into the Shawnee tribe and was supposedly offered a position as chief but refused. He married three Native American women and was the father of fourteen “half-breed” children.

Dang.

In June 1844, another tragic flood destroyed much of what was left of the French traders in the area. Berenice was forced to move the warehouses, her homestead and the large farm to even higher ground. The post was, according to John McCoy, “utterly obliterated with and ruined by a deposit of from two to six feet of sand left over a large portion of the land.”

The original families living in the French Bottoms suffered as well; the flood swept away their cabins. Many young men never rebuilt and opted to move to the mountains to the west. Other early settlers, including Berenice Chouteau, decided to stay in the area.

So did Cyprian and Frederick.

The Bluejacket-Chouteau home in Shawnee, Ks. in cir. 1882. The house was later known as "The Groves."
Courtesy of Johnson County Historical Society.
Cyprian bounced back in forth between Kansas City and Kansas Territory, settling for years in Shawneetown in Johnson Co. In 1856, he retired from the Indian trade and took up farming. He bought a farm which included a house built by Henry Bluejacket (yes, like the road). The house was said to have been built in 1840. Cyprian added to this original house, and its grandeur was known far and wide. The house was “a landmark” off the Fort Leavenworth military road and stood as a stunning representation of the French architecture these pioneers loved so much.

To be clear, the Chouteau's were slave owners, and both Frederick and Cyprian brought this into Kansas Territory until the free staters made this lifestyle next to impossible. In fact, Cyprian stayed in his large home near Shawneetown until the Civil War made it hard for he and his family to stay safe in Jayhawker territory. Some accounts say he was "burned out" of his home by Quantrill's Raiders. He fled back to Kansas City and built a home at 412 Charlotte. Some records indicate the sturdy brick house was built by John C. McCoy.

Cyprian Chouteau's home at 412 Charlotte shortly before it was torn down.
Courtesy of Missouri Valley Special Collections, KCPL.
The home stood for 100 years until the bulldozers took another landmark.

I’m getting really tired of using the words “bulldozers” and “razed” when telling the stories of Kansas City’s history.

Like real tired.

Naturally, when I discovered the unfortunate fate of Cyprian’s house in Kansas City, I became very curious about this home Cyprian Chouteau built near current-day Shawnee. What happened to this “landmark” that people referred to even up until the 1940s?

Was it hidden beneath a more modern structure?

This happens more than you think, so I held out hope as I looked into the Cyprian Chouteau home in Johnson County.

I was hoping for a happy ending, you know.

My research found that Cyprian sold his Johnson County house along with 137 acres in 1877 to a man named Patrick McAnany. The house was referred to as the “Bluejacket-Chouteau House” and later, the McAnany clan called it “The Groves.”
McAnany stone house addition off the back of the Bluejacket-Chouteau homestead in Shawnee, Ks.
Courtesy of Johnson County Museum

The house and land miraculously stayed in the McAnany family for generations. In 1913, the family added a rock home attached to the back side of the original wooden frame structure built by Bluejacket and enlarged by Cyprian.

In 1932, the family sold the home and slowly sold off the land to be platted into subdivisions. The house stood on the original military road, and this small stretch of street was renamed “McAnany Drive.”

Subdivisions including “McAnany Estate” and “Choteau Manor” (no one apparently checked on the spelling) stand today from near 53rd and Switzer and to the west. Scrunched tightly in between this land is none other than McAnany Drive.

So is the house still there?

I had to drive by and find out for myself.

What I saw resembled the old stone home that the McAnany’s built attached to the original Chouteau home- it had been greatly altered over the years, but I was confident I was onto something. What was missing, though, was the old Chouteau frame house.

Current-day view of what I believe to be the remainder of the Chouteau house
in Shawnee, Ks. This is the 1913 addition built by the McAnany's.
Then, an inquiry to the Johnson County Museum confirmed my suspicions. In 1939, the oldest part of the home was torn down because of extensive termite damage.

Ugh.

“Only the rock part attached to the back, added by the McAnany’s in 1913, is standing on the old military road.”

Another one bites the dust.

Today, it is quite hard for us to imagine what once was when this area of the country has done very little to preserve the buildings and structures that were once so important- so prominent- to the birth of our city.

The trading post in Kansas City was officially closed in 1857, but the impact of the Chouteau’s on the future site of Kansas City is unmistakable today. We have nothing left to mark their importance- no landmark past a few Chouteau Society markers and a trafficway- to property commemorate the early beginnings of Kansas City. They have been all but erased as progress in our city seems to always include the demolition of our past.

After the death of Cyprian in Kansas City in 1879 and the death of Frederick in Westport in 1891, the children of these men claimed their Native American ancestry and left for “Indian Country.”
Artist rendering of the proposed Chouteau Heritage Fountain in North Kansas City, Mo.

Berenice, coined “The Mother of Kansas City,” died in 1888 and was buried next to her husband in St. Louis. She outlived all of her nine children. In her lifetime, she was able to see with her own eyes the creation of a city where a trading post once existed. When she passed, the town along the bluffs had grown to a population of 156,000.

The bronze statue displayed at City Hall of
Francois Chouteau. This will later be moved
to the Chouteau Heritage Fountain.
She came on a canoe, traveled back and forth to St. Louis on a keelboat, saw the rise of the powerful steamboat and saw the city burst at the seams as the railroad weaved through the landscape.

The Chouteau name is synonymous with “The City of Fountains,” and it is more than appropriate for there to be a project in the works that tells the story of the Chouteau’s, their fur-trading business and their relationship with the Native Americans. 

If you ask me, this project is well overdue.

In partnership with the City of Fountains Foundation and Kansas City Parks and Recreation, three statues, designed by sculptor Kwan Wu, will depict a scene of Francois Chouteau trading with the Native Americans. They will be perched atop water cascading over eight foot limestone rocks. The Francois Chouteau and Native American Heritage Fountain will be on the west side of Chouteau Parkway south of I-35 and north of Parvin Rd. 

The sculpture of Francois Chouteau is already complete and on display in the Rotunda of City Hall. The Foundation has already raised half the money needed for this extensive project, and the hope is to have all funding in place so that the fountain will be complete before the 200th anniversary of the first trading post, established on the north bank of the Missouri River.  To learn more about this project and to donate, go to www.chouteaufountain.org.

Artist rendering of the Chouteau Heritage Fountain scene to
be depicted of Francois and Native American traders.
Telling the story of Kansas City is intertwined with the ambitions of Francois and Berenice Chouteau and Francois’ two younger brothers, Cyprian and Frederick. Without much fear, these pioneers uprooted their lives to live in the wilderness of western Missouri. These French-Catholic fur-traders are at the very foundation of the City of Fountains and should be a name synonymous with the history of our great city.


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Thursday, May 31, 2018

Twelve Stories of the History of the Kansas City Metro: Year Two in Review!





It’s hard to even fathom that it has been two years since I started this journey of telling the stories of Jackson County pioneers. The stories never run dry; one search inevitably leads to another. I try my best to be extremely thorough in my research while also not losing the human interest of these incredible events, people and places.


In April 2017, I wrote,  “I want to use my words to make people feel like they are a part of this amazing growth of Jackson Co. when it was just farmlands and trails to the West.” This continues to be my mission one word, one post and one article at a time. In the past two years, my blog has been viewed over 200,000 times! As I continue to write, some of the posts become buried and harder to locate. I know that many of you could be new to my writing, so I want to take the chance to do another “Year in Review” so that you can easily access and share some of the cool stories written in the past year. Just click on the link to be able to get to each post!

This story truly changed my direction of writing and hit me especially hard. I joked with my friends and family that this was going to be difficult for me to write- I am used to writing about people that are long gone- not writing about an event that people living in the area remember as if it happened yesterday.

I am extremely proud of this story. I spent hours interviewing people, collecting never-before-seen photos of the damage and pieced together the events of the evening of May 20, 1957 from the start of the tornado to its end. I was able to put together the most accurate list of casualties – correcting spelling errors of many names- from the first victim to the last. But more importantly, this story captures the true fury and power of what many current and former residents of Kansas City remember like it was yesterday. To read more about the Ruskin Heights Tornado, click here!
I waited years to finally get the green light to write about the house that inspired me to take this path into historical research and writing. This house, known to many as the Watson Place Inn, was reportedly a stop for travelers on the Santa Fe Trail in the town of New Santa Fe. It also happens to be directly across the street buried behind brush and trees from where I grew up- and where my mother still lives. The land, which originally included Timber Trace subdivision and Blue Hills, was owned by some of the most colorful characters of early Jackson County History. Although the house is no longer for sale, learning the history about it- starting with the oldest section in the middle of the home- shows us the importance of preserving the very few historic landmarks left in Kansas City. To read more about the Watson Place Inn, click here!
 
What we refer to today as Watts Mill, thanks in part to the shopping center named in its honor, was of major importance in the early history of the area. By the 1830s, there was a mill operating at current-day 103rd and State Line that ground corn and flour for thousands of pioneers. After Anthony B. Watts bought the mill and passed it along to his son, Stubbens, the “Fiddling Miller of Dallas” continued to entertain local pioneers. Today, some evidence remains of what once was an important stop near the Santa Fe Trail. To read more about Fitzhugh-Watts Mill, click here!


One swift move by a frustrated Brigadier General changed the way the metropolitan area developed. Gen. Number No. 11, issued August 25th, 1863, virtually destroyed the families barely hanging on in midst the Civil War. The people in the area had been under constant attack well before the cannons fired at Fort Sumter; the area had suffered so much due to the Border Wars. When Brig. Gen. Thomas Ewing felt the pressure from one Kansas senator named Jim Lane and the Lawrence Massacre left people demanding action be taken against the bushwhackers and their sympathizers, Gen. Order No. 11 was the result. This order forced elderly men, women and children to flee their homes in Jackson, Cass, Bates and part of Vernon Counties. To understand the Civil War and the history of the Kansas City metro, one must read and comprehend what this order against U.S. citizens did. To read about Gen. Order No. 11, click here!



To understand my mission behind the creation of this blog, you need to understand how much this pioneer church destroyed in 1971 impacted my own personal journey. Because of the Santa Fe Christian Church, I began to research the people behind its inception. The piles of notes and copies from the archives had me scratching my head. What do I do with all this information? The result was The New Santa Fe Trailer. This church, founded in 1869 and partially ravaged by fire in 1969, was at the heart of me truly understanding what history looked like in my small Southern Jackson County neighborhood. This gave me access to people- to stories. My involvement with the Little Blue River Chapter, NSDAR in erecting a marker at the site of where this church stood became invaluable to me. In fact, this same Chapter presented an award to me – a national award! – in April of this year for “excellence in historic preservation” for all the work I have done through my blog. But the real story behind my love of these people and stories starts with the Christian Church at New Santa Fe. Please take a few to learn about its inception and unfortunate demise. Click here!

When I read a newspaper account about the quadruple homicide of a mother, son and two farm hands at the heart of current-day Leawood, Ks., I had to know more about it. Further research showed that another double murder led the Johnson Co. Sheriff to a Cass Co. native named Bert Dudley. And boy, does he have an interesting story to tell. To read more about this complicated and captivating early 20th century homicide case, click here!

I was intrigued when my uncle, who lives in Peculiar, Mo., contacted me and explained he had read a small piece about the discovery of an old log cabin hidden underneath a more modern structure. When I read more and found out that this cabin could be linked to one of the most controversial orders in American History, Order No. 11, I had to write about it. Don Peters, a historian and log cabin enthusiast, walked me through how he came to know about the cabin and its incredible history. Could it be where Gen. Ewing met with Sen. Jim Lane to discuss the Lawrence Massacre and enacting a harsh order on thousands of citizens? The cabin is set to be reassembled late summer at Belton Memorial Park. To learn more about this cabin, click here!


When did people start having full-sized Christmas trees? When did people string lights on their homes and trees? And how did the Plaza lights even become a “thing?” These were questions associated with the KC metro that I sought out to answer. Learning about the first Christmas tree assembled in Westport, the first electric lights strung from a tree – when electric lights were considered unsafe- and learning about how one strand of lights changed the way the skyline of the Plaza looks from Thanksgiving night until early January was incredibly interesting. To learn more about these three unique Christmas stories, click here!

We don’t think much about paved roads unless we travel off the beaten path in rural areas. But the history of the road system in South Kansas City involves political influence, the sectioning out of land, and the development of small towns in between. The earliest of the roads of the area is linked to the Santa Fe Trail, yet later roads depended on the building of bridges such as the Red Bridge. The development of the railroad was yet another reason our roads look the way that they do. To read more about the interesting early history of the road system, click here!


Inspired by local history buff John Dawson, I had to know more about a street in current-day downtown Kansas City that seemed to have just been erased from the records. There just wasn’t much about Pearl Street (1st Street) to even begin to find. When you travel to downtown Kansas City or even look at a map, have you ever wondered why the roads running north and south start at 2nd St.? At one time, the millionaires- the founders of the Town of Kansas – lived on Pearl Street Hill. To learn more about this incredible street now cut away from our view, click here!
After a visit to the Shawnee Indian Mission with my students, I was inspired to really investigate the namesake of Johnson Co., Ks., Rev. Thomas Johnson. When I learned he owned slaves in Kansas territory, was elected on the pro-slavery ticket to the Territory Legislature, switched sides during the Civil War, and was murdered I had to know more. He is one controversial man that historians have a hard time piecing together. To read more about Rev. Thomas Johnson, click here! 

I had my eye on this cemetery for years but just didn’t even know where to start. Mount Pleasant Cemetery is a hidden gem inside current Timber Hill Estates subdivision just east of 125th and Wornall Rd. Even though it was one acre surrounded by beautiful homes, it was desecrated and forgotten even by those living around it. The cemetery dates back to even before legal settlement of this area of Jackson Co. (1840!) and is an important piece of our early history. The ground sinks in spots where a body rests without a headstone. Read about how we helped save this historic cemetery and how the effort continues– click here!]

This concludes one more year and twelve more incredible stories!

When I first started this journey with the Santa Fe Trailer, I didn’t know where it would go or who would even take the time to read what I had discovered. I certainly knew it was important to continue to fight to save our history before it is lost and forgotten. Two years later, I still am inspired by the families I meet, the readers I encounter and the stories I continue to find on these lost and forgotten pieces of our incredible city. If you read one of my stories and now look at the area just a little bit differently- or you share some tidbit of information you learned from an article I’ve written as you casually drive down the road with a friend- then I’ve done by due diligence.

This has been about finding a way to share the history of what was once on top of the land we now own, travel through or admire from a distance. We all should know our unique history, and I’m so happy to have been able to share it with you all.

*This piece is dedicated to the late Nancy Henning, one of my loyal readers and a local lover of history and her husband, Jack who were taken too soon.

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