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Friday, March 31, 2017

From the Border Wars to a Landmark Lost: The Legacy of Marcus Gill





"It has been said that, at its best, preservation engages the past in a conversation with the present over a mutual concern for the future."
- William Murtagh

Preservation, whether through buildings or through stories, can link us to some of the most exciting times in American history.

In Jackson Co., antebellum evidence of the men, women and children - and slaves- that lived in turmoil along the border during early settlement are erased from our view. It takes a lot of digging and even more creative thinking to piece together the extraordinary change from farms and fields to the mapped-out metropolitan areas we have today.

It's time to rediscover another fascinating family that knew this area all-too-well.
Col. Marcus Gill

Colonel Marcus Gill has some seriously deep roots in the soil surrounding New Santa Fe in Jackson Co., Mo.

What makes Marcus Gill stand out from all the others?

Well, it could be because part of his vast land is a park today. Or maybe it's the fact that his son was one of Kansas City's mayors.

Or that he was extremely outspoken about many political issues.

... and he was friends with the notorious William Clarke Quantrill. Like, good friends.

However you look at it, Marcus Gill has a history that is worth telling.

Marcus Gill was born in Bath County, Ky. in 1814. He came from a family of abundant means, living in an area called Gill's Mill, Ky. He was the third oldest son out of 13 children. His father, Samuel Creswell Gill (1783-1854) was the son of a Revolutionary War vet and had a vast amount of land in Bath Co., Ky.

Samuel Gill is an example of a rags to riches story. When he married his wife, he had nothing to his name. His only earthly possessions were one bay pony, a dollar in money and a featherbed. 

A map indicating the approximate location
of Gill's Mill near Owingsville
In true pioneer perseverance, this didn't stop Samuel. He and his wife, Sarah hopped on the back of their pony and moved to Bath Co., Ky. near Owingsville. Within a short amount of time, he had bought an expansive amount of land and built a mill that served in the area.

This is where their fourth child, Marcus was born. This large homestead included at least three slaves at one time.

Marcus was a natural leader even as a young man in Kentucky.  Early on, he developed a great interest in military affairs. When a militia was organized in his area, Marcus learned to use a musket and joined.  

He quickly raced to the top; he was the leader of this "fine old regiment" and marched as a colonel - a title he used his entire life.

In 1837, Marcus married 19 year-old Sarah Ann Bruton. By 1840, he had surpassed his father in the slave category and had four slaves.

Things moved quite quickly for Marcus; in 1841, his father opted to sell his expansive farm of 1,045 acres to his son for the bargain price of $10,000. 
Tri-Weekly Maysville Eagle newspaper clipping
April 2, 1846

Woh.

That equates to over $250,000 in today's money- quite the spread for a young man. 

Marcus must have been an industrious young fellow; in 1842 at the age of 28, he was appointed postmaster of Gill's Mill.

Tragedy hit Marcus and his little family in 1846 when his wife, Sarah died in childbirth. They had four children: Enoch (1839), Turner (1841), Leah (1843), and Sarah Ann (1846-1848).

Ten months later, Marcus married his wife's younger first cousin, Mary Jane Bruton Foster, a widow with two children. 

In fact, in stereotypical Southern fashion, Mary was actually double cousins with his first wife - sharing relations on both their mother and father's side.

Stories like these always take me aback- a man marrying his wife's cousin? But this was pretty standard during this time period. A man wasn't exactly expected - or equipped- to rear children.

With over 1,000 acres to care for, Marcus needed help. He continued to add to his chattel. By 1850, he owned 19 slaves ranging from 50 years old to seven months old.

Seven months old.
A rare slave record from October 1859 showing Marcus Gill purchasing "a negro woman Renetta" and her "child girl
9 months old." Courtesy of Missouri Valley Special Collections

You'd think that Marcus had it made- he had no reason to leave an area where he had such a deep connection and expansive land. But, alas, Marcus was a man of industrious tendencies.

Maybe Marcus felt as if it was time to venture out to a new land where he could get more bang for his buck.

He sold his farm and mill in Gill's Mill, Ky., which had doubled in value in the decade he owned it. Over $500,000 in today's money was tucked into his pocket as he pushed onto the next adventure.
Etching of a Kentucky flatboat on the Mississippi River

In March 1854, Marcus packed up and moved to Missouri. He constructed a large flat boat with covered decks. Piled high were his belongings, a year's worth of supplies, wagons, farming implements and between 20 to 25 slaves.  

Slave labor propelled the power to the boat while Marcus took the wheel.

At St. Louis, he employed a steamer to tow him up the mighty Missouri River and into the one year-old village of Kansas City. 

According to descendants of Marcus Gill, no soon after he docked, a suave gentleman approached Marcus and presented the opportunity to buy 115 acres of land in Kansas City- land that would be now part of the heart of the city.
Mary Jane Bruton-Gill, 
Marcus' second wife

It was up for the bargain price of $1500.

Marcus took this proposition as being utterly preposterous and even added to family that he came close to "spitting in the fellow's face."

This, of course, was a mistake that Marcus scrutinized over for years to come; the land would have been worth millions in just a few decades.

For $5,895 ($25 an acre), Marcus Gill bought from Dabney Lipscomb, founder of New Santa Fe, a large stretch of land in Washington Township. His farm butted up to the town to the south, following the curves of the Santa Fe Trail, stretched to 114th Street to the north, bordered Kansas Territory to the west, and went just past Wornall Rd. to the east.

He built a log home from the walnut trees on the land. The house was just south of Minor Dr. near present-day Summit St.

Two slave cabins steps away from what would be a free state to the west were built to shelter his 20+ slaves.
Another slave record showing Marcus Gill purchasing a "negro boy named Amaus" for $550.00 in Oct. 1859

I'd say that's tight quarters.
The Gill family by 1860 had expanded to include a total of eight children living. Susan (1848), Sally Ann (1852), William (1856), Mary (1859) and Louella (1860) joined the older three children from Marcus' first marriage. Two children, Henrietta (1848-1852) and Marcus, Jr. (1854-1857) passed away and were buried on the Gill farms in both Kentucky and Missouri.

Life along the Missouri-Kansas border was far from low-key. Years of the Border Wars in the 1850s had boisterous men such as Gill up in arms. He, along with many of his neighbors, were hellbent on hunkering down and staying on their land no matter the price.


June 19, 1855 newspaper article
From the Squatter Sovereign (Atchison, Ks.)
Keep in mind that Marcus was one of the largest slaveowners in Washington Township.

This should have made him a target.

He and many of his slaveholding neighbors participated in many pro-slavery conventions and fought tooth and nail to keep this institution alive and well. Col. Gill once again showcased his leadership skills and showed that he was not about to go down without a fight.

He considered slavery to be his right. Bleeding Kansas was steps away; Jayhawkers unjustly pushed onto neighboring lands with weapons in hand. Somehow, he managed to stay somewhat safe from their mayhem.

According to his granddaughter, "There were few of the lawless ruffians who dared to interfere with his affairs."

Ah, but Marcus was miraculously good at picking friends that could help him out in a pinch.

Who better to keep in your company than a man that would soon become a household name- a man feared by the free-soilers that settled into Kansas Territory?!

William Clark Quantrill was one of Marcus' allies at the heat of the impending war.

In fact, Quantrill- a teacher at the time- spent the winter of 1860 at Gill's New Santa Fe home. According to historians, Quantrill "became a great favorite" of the Gill family.

To be a border ruffian meant you were on the move. Quantrill couldn't quite stay squatting anywhere for long. But in his early ruffian days, when he was praised as being a "great shot," Quantrill's services were needed by none other than Col. Gill.

The relationship between Gill and Quantrill continued through 1861. Gill hired Quantrill to escort him to safer territory.


Liberty Tribune article from April 24, 1861
Col. Marcus Gill saw the writing on the wall. It was far from safe in New Santa Fe with the impending war. His most valuable movable chattel were in danger. He needed to get his slaves to safer country.

So to Texas Marcus went, leaving his beloved farm behind.

Col. Gill didn't go alone; 50 men, women and children (including neighbors) went along for the long trip to Texas.

A newspaper article published in the Cass County Democrat and republished in Liberty, Mo. magnifies the event of Gill leaving for calmer countryside.

The account was made to be an event of celebration- showing us today that the democratic pro-slavery views were especially common in eastern Missouri.

A little "negro boy" riding a donkey (alluded in the article to be related to Abraham Lincoln) carried a secession flag.

The biggest and loudest of the bunch was from an elderly slave, most likely belonging to Gill, who waved his hat toward the Confederate flag and shouted, "Hurrah for the Cotton States!"

Wow. Just wow.

This whole account makes my skin crawl and raises so many unanswered questions.

How on EARTH did these slaves proclaim they were FOR slavery?

It's hard to decipher what could have possibly be going through these unjustly held prisoners of slavery. So many- correction... MOST of the accounts of true viewpoints of slaves has been lost.

Most likely they wanted to forget what it was like to be chattel.

Regardless, Marcus made his way with wagons-full of family, slaves and belongings to Texas with Quantrill in tow.

Marcus' two oldest sons, Enoch and Turner, enlisted in the Confederacy. Enoch B. Gill, later a well-known attorney, enlisted in Waul's Texas Legion in 1862 and later in the Missouri Infantry. Enoch suffered the tyranny of war when he left a leg on the battlefield.

Turner Anderson Gill enlisted in the 6th Missouri Infantry and was wounded at the Battle of Corinth. He was held as a prisoner of war and later released. That didn't stop him; he then enlisted with Shelby and saw combat at the Battle of Westport.

Turner was mayor of Kansas City in 1875-1876.

The aftermath of the war was vividly clear to Col. Marcus Gill and his newly emancipated slaves.

He had the harshness of reality to face.

Before the war, he swept down to Texas with the best money could buy. He was worth a fortune pre-war, but as he returned to Jackson Co., Mo. in 1865, he was a completely different man...
A Confederate note for $1,000

... With a different caravan.

He had traveled to Texas as a true Southern gentleman but returned with little more than a pair of Mexican ponies harnessed with raw hide.

That was it.

One of the iron yoke used on this humble return journey is still in the possession of his descendants.

The Confederate bonds that Marcus had invested heavily in were now worthless.

I can only imagine the return journey was much quieter than his departure.

Regardless of the harsh realities and financial ruin Marcus faced, he showed his true pioneer mentality- the same mentality that guided him as a young man- and pushed to restore whatever he had left on the border in Jackson Co.
Atchison Daily Champion article from
April 28, 1876 showcasing the
"showdown" between Enoch Gill &
Jesse Noland

When he returned, he found that his house was standing but all of his movable possessions had been stolen. His fencing surrounding his large acreage had been torn down.

He had work to do, and work he did.

In August 1871, an accident where his ankle was crushed by a Texas longhorn had him never the same.

By 1884, enough was enough. The ankle injury to 70 year-old Gill had him in constant pain. He and his wife decided that the mineral springs in Plattsburg, Clinton Co., Mo. would benefit Marcus and his pain.

Instead of selling the beloved farm he had fought for, Marcus opted to gift his land to his children. The main house that he had built was gifted along with 90 acres to his daughter, Susan Bruton Gill McGee (1848-1901). She was the second oldest of Gill's daughters.

Everyone was given land except for his oldest daughter, Leah.

Geesh. What did she do to leave her out of a pretty large inheritance?!

Well... that's a wee bit complicated...

A newspaper article in 1876 sheds some light on the situation. Leah's husband, Jesse Noland, had received some property from Marcus Gill before his jaunt to Texas. Marcus had been indicted for forgery but believed that the charge was due to the actions of his son-in-law, Jesse.

Col. Gill believed the forgery was his son-in-law's doing, but allegedly Jesse was going to let him take the fall for it.

On the public square in Independence, a true "showdown" occurred between Marcus' son, Enoch B. Gill and Jesse Noland.

Pistols were drawn but Enoch had the upper hand. Before he could fire, the marshal intervened and both were arrested- but not before Jesse struck Enoch with "a serious blow" to the face.
1894 four-generation family portrait
(L-R) Mrs. Marcus Gill, Susan Celeste Nelson,

 Susan McGee & Nellie Gill McGee Nelson
Reminder: Enoch lost a leg in the war.

I guess that didn't stop him!

This event and the charges mentioned may be why Marcus decided Leah didn't get the property where the house stood - or any property at all.

Leah later divorced Jesse, but the damage had been done.

The house went to Susan McGee, second oldest daughter and wife to Allen B.H. McGee (1815-1903). Col. McGee was the son of one of the first fourteen original landowners in Kansas City.

During this time, 119th St. in Kansas from Nall Ave. to State Line, which now changes into Minor Dr. in Missouri, was called Gill Road. The road led directly to the Gill homestead that Susan now owned with her husband.

A.B.H. McGee was only two years younger than his wife's father, Marcus.
Creepy.

They married in 1869 at her father's home. In fact, each of the Gill daughters were married in front of the original fireplace that adorned the front parlor at the homestead.

Plattsburg's pleasant, healing waters weren't enough to save Col. Marcus Gill from the end. On Dec. 9th, 1886, he passed away from a bacterial infection and blood poisoning from his fatal yet old wound from 1871.
A.B.H. McGee I, Susan Gill McGee's husband

Marcus' widow passed away eight years later.


Susan and her husband lived a happy marriage and maintained the well-manicured Gill farm until her death. Her only son, A.B.H. McGee II inherited the property.

The house was greatly enlarged and further improved in the early to mid 1900s, making it one of the largest and well-respected old homesteads in Washington Township. The house became known as the Gill-McGee house, or oftentimes just the McGee house.

The 20-room home was continuously occupied by the family until 1959. At this point, development had driven sales in the south Kansas City area. J.C. Nichols and other large real estate companies were buying up land and platting subdivisions.

J.C. Nichols had purchased the Gill-McGee property. Not an organization ready to turn down the chance to make a dime, they rented the old home and the land.
A rare aerial shot of the Gill-McGee home taken about 1955. The home is visible in the top right-hand side. A carriage
house and multiple barns were part of the expansive property. A lake is seen in the top of the photograph along with a dam.
The lake and land surrounding it (13 acres) comprises Migliazzo Park today.
Courtesy of the McGee Family
By the early 1960s, streets were being paved.

As Santa Fe Trail was partially rerouted and the streets were beginning to resurrect on the once-picturesque landscape of Marcus Gill's land, the chances of the house being saved were plummeting. The 100+ year-old homestead had engineers on the prowl.

The house had become somewhat unkempt by the 1970s; regular maintenance by J.C. Nichols was not a priority. As Verona Hills subdivision blossomed on the nearby land, time was running out to preserve the property.

Planned street map for Verona Hills, circa 1965
State Historical Society of Missouri

Even the newly-formed Historical Society of New Santa Fe was trying to find the funds to see if the house could be moved in order to be saved.

Efforts by concerned residents such as Doug Harding, a UMKC student and historian who resided in the 1970s at the Gill-McGee farmstead, went unanswered. There were even proposals, including the South Development Area Plan that had Martha Truman Dr. passing through Verona Hills to State Line Rd.

So why couldn't the Gill-McGee historic farmstead be an attraction near this road?

In Harding's "Study of Verona Hills," where he proposed the farmstead be restored, he wrote, "If J.C. Nichols [is] a pioneer in urban and suburban development, why not continue that noble tradition?"

This is not what happened.

Janice Bugler Reeves lived from 1969 until 1977 with Doug Harding and others at the Gill-McGee house. She has fond memories of this diamond in the rough hidden amongst the trees off Minor Dr.
A drawing by Janice Bugler Reeves of the Gill-McGee Farm

This was in the heart of the 1970s; several people at this time called the Gill-McGee house their home and were extremely proud of its provenance.

Janice fondly recalled, "I am so grateful I was able to be a part of the house- that I was able to live in a place with historical meaning and background."

Features of the oldest part of the home- a part these young tenants knew had history- included walnut hardwood floors with square wooden nails holding the sturdy structure into place.

The fireplace where all of Marcus Gill's daughters were married was in the smallest of the rooms that Janice remembers.

Reminder: these young kids knew the history of the home. And they embraced it.
Janice and friends gathered at a 4th of July barbeque at the
Gill-McGee House in 1976

An addition, most likely added by A.B.H. McGee II in the early 1900s included imported French toilets, a bidet, two ballrooms- one upstairs and one down in the basement, three fireplaces and a Turkish bath.

Yes. A Turkish bath.
This place was stylin' in its day!

If these young 20-something borderline hippies knew that the Gill-McGee house was historical, how did the owner, J.C. Nichols not?

Well, that was J.C. Nichols' claim.

According to Janice, J.C. Nichols was willing to sell the house....

For $20,000.

That was a steep price for a house that desperately needed restoration.

J.C. Nichols had made their suburban plans for mass settlement, and it did not include the historic Gill home.
This dramatic photo featured in the Kansas City Star shows how construction halted when demolition began.
The oldest section of the house is visible on the right-hand side.

In 1978, just shy of 125 years after Col. Marcus Gill constructed a log cabin, Janice and her friends' lease wasn't renewed and bulldozers began the demolition of the historic home.

I'm getting really tired of writing "bulldozed" in my blog posts.

. . . I digress.
One of the historic barns burned in a fire prior to the
destruction of the home. Minor Dr. can be seen in
the background.

As destruction of the Gill-McGee farmhouse continued, it became clear that the "old" farmhouse was older than they had originally thought. As the demo crew dismantled the home, walnut logs were exposed.

Demolition stopped immediately and a phone call to J.C. Nichols was made.

Moe Courville, a J.C. Nichols employee and an owner of one of the first homes built in Verona Hills, received the phone call at the Plaza office.

He immediately went to the site to see what was up.

Almost 40 years later, Moe vividly remembers the scene. "Exposed was a three-room log cabin with hand hewn walnut timbers."

Moe remembers vividly that construction stopped for months in order to decipher what to do with this property.
The oldest part of the home with the log cabin hidden underneath

A decision was made. J.C. Nichols donated the home to Jackson County Parks and Recreation. According to an article published in the Kansas City Star, the oldest section, built by Marcus Gill and visited by Quantrill in the winter of 1860, was to be moved to Lake Jacomo.

By Lake Jacomo, they mean the future sight of Missouri Town.

But this historic structure didn't get its happy ending- or so it appears.

The Gill-McGee farmstead - the oldest part of it- was to be repurposed as a mill at Missouri Town according to the Kansas City Star.

Yes, a mill.

Maybe they could have aptly named it "Gill's Mill."

What truly happened after this is a mystery in and of itself. Janice Bugler Reeves visited the site with friends after they had moved to see what was discovered underneath the walls.

With her friends in tow, they took off to visit their beloved residence one last time so they could check out the original log cabin that had been neatly hidden underneath plaster.
Janice Bugler Reeves and friends went back to the house to see the log cabin exposed. This is the original front
entrance of the home and shows the hand-hewn logs. At the top, the partial remains of the rest of the house
are visible, including the chimney from a later addition.

Even now, the emotional connection that Janice feels for this farmhouse is evident. "I was damn lucky to live there, and I got to share it with so many people along the way."

The old timbers were hauled away, and from what Janice heard later, they were destroyed by a fire in a warehouse.

Seriously.

Here's what I do know: there is no mill at Missouri Town.

Jackson County Parks and Recreation believes that the logs were donated to Missouri Town and may have been used to fill in logs where needed within its multiple buildings.

I can only hope this is the case and fire didn't consume the logs.

The Marcus Gill farmstead was lifted away in pieces, but not before some of the lucky few took some memorabilia from the property.

Janice grabbed some old hooks from a closet in her bedroom. Doug Harding snuck away with the mantlepiece from the newer section that had the verse, "A world of strife shut out, A world of love shut in" carefully painted by one of Marcus Gill's relatives.

And even Moe Courville felt a connection and gathered a few square nails to take home with him.

See, that house had something special about it.

Sometime later when grading was completed and roads were constructed, the stone wall that neatly surrounded the farmstead was erased from the landscape.
That stone wall, as several documents explain, was built by Marcus Gill's slaves.
Marcus Gill Farm monument at
Migliazzo Park (119th & Pennsylvania)

And so more history was hauled away in the dumpsters.

The only land that remains largely untouched from Marcus Gill's frontier farm next to the Santa Fe Trail is at Migliazzo Park.

Yes, Migliazzo Park, named after a commissioner of KC Parks and Recreation.

But all of these decisions, however controversial, didn't stop some of Gill's descendants from making sure Marcus' name didn't go completely erased.

Byron Shutz gifted a monument to the K.C. Parks Board in honor of his great-great grandfather, Col. Marcus Gill. Thus, visitors to Migliazzo Park can learn a little about this incredibly zealous pioneer.

Local residents around the Verona Hills area may not know much about the land, but some have actually heard of Marcus Gill.

And here I am today, wishing that I could change the past- that I had the ability to erase the destruction of the Gill-McGee house.

That's a little hypocritical of me, honestly.

We can't erase the past, even with bulldozers. But we certainly can be mindful of what is going on around us- so that we don't make these same mistakes.

An antebellum Kansas City home which stood at the outbreak of the Border Wars, hosted Quantrill, miraculously survived the Civil War unscathed, housed a future mayor, and became millionaire A.B.H. McGee's pride and joy was cast away into the endless sea of trashed landmarks.

Today, we must work to preserve, learn and treasure the homes that can be saved. And just like the painted mantlepiece that was salvaged from the clearing of the Gill-McGee house, we can look upon the now-altered landscape and imagine a sturdy house that was definitely more than just a home.

It was a treasure.
Home
By: Dora Greenwell
(1821-1882)

Two birds within one nest;
Two hearts within one breast;
Two spirits in one fair,
Firm league of love and prayer, 
Together bound for aye, together blest.

An ear that waits to catch
A hand upon the latch;
A step that hastens its sweet rest to win;
A world of care without,
A world of strife shut out,
A world of love shut in.


The fireplace at the Gill-McGee homestead showcasing
the verse on the mantlepiece
The Gill McGee Farm 1854-1978
The back side of the Gill-McGee house shows how the home was in need of maintenance. Janice recalled that
they had to paint the front of the house themselves.
Hand-drawn map by Janice Bugler Reeves showing the locations of buildings during her stay
at the Gill-McGee Farm from 1969-1978
*A special thanks to Janice Bugler Reeves and Moe Courville for being open to discussing their memories. Photos of the Gill-McGee house were all provided by Janice Bugler Reeves.



Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Grandview Farmhouse Features 140 Years of Grand History


Sometimes I feel like a detective of the past, trying with all my strength, wit and might to peel back the layers of the facts that have emerged and digging for more. There is always more to find. Any historian or genealogist can tell you this.

In my last post, I exposed the little-known story of the Vaughn family, their homestead lying two miles from present-day downtown Grandview and three miles from the now-demolished border town of New Santa Fe. 
Arrington Road as it winds toward the house

When I drove the two lane, windy road of 139th Street from Martin City back in November to get a glimpse of the land the Vaughn's owned, I was astonished at the scenery that had, before this point, eluded me. 

I'd never been down this country road that hasn't changed in over 150 years. With every curve, my anticipation mounted. Just past Prospect Avenue at 139th, the street swerved to a hard left, turning into Arrington Road in Grandview, Mo.

And there it was.

I slowed down to a crawl. Atop one of the numerous rolling hills of Washington Township, on the edge of Grandview at 13811 Arrington Road- on land that once was inundated with the Border Wars, Jayhawker attacks and even birthed a few of the infamous Quantrill Guerrillas- stood a stunning home with a canary yellow door that took me back to a time when pioneers persevered and pushed past some of the horrors of the era.

I knew from the architectural style that it didn't date to the period of Josiah Vaughn's ownership, but I certainly knew it was old.
The Wyatt House- cir. 1879 at 13811 Arrington Road as it appears today

So that means the house has a story. And houses have memories deep within the crevasses of each floorboard, trim piece and original window.  

The earliest history of this very land can be read in my post from January where I covered the birth of hatred that mutated into the hunting of free state Jayhawkers with William Quantrill (to read this, click here! A Quantrill Raider's Revenge on the Border and Beyond)

It should be noted that after the Civil War, these pioneer families persisted and rebuilt what they could, many leaving the wreckage of Missouri.

But others had opted to overcome. Josiah Vaughn was one of these men.

And so was Wyley Wyatt.

When I first laid eyes on this historic home nestled far away from suburban subdivisions, cityscapes and crowded streets, I needed to know more. When I found out it was built by a man named Wyley Wyatt, I was sold.

I mean, come on. This guy's name is awesome! 

Thus I am going to reveal to you the story of a brave dude who started from scraps and built himself a sturdy, beautiful home on land that had already seen so much.
William Wyatt (1782-1856) headstone
at the Blue Ridge Cemetery

Wyley was born in North Carolina on October 12, 1839. He was the youngest son of William and Mary (Landreth) Wyatt. At 12 years old in 1851, Wyley and his family moved by covered wagon to Jackson County, Mo.  The nearest large settlement at this time was Westport, and the birth of New Santa Fe on the border between Missouri and Kansas was in the same year he settled with his family nearby.

He was the youngest of fifteen children. Gulp.

His oldest brother, Solomon Wyatt (the oldest of the fifteen and 30 years older than Wyley) was also a well-known Grandview area settler, deeply impacted by the strife of settlement so close to the border as things over the next fifteen years became extremely shaky.

When Wyley was 16 years old, his father passed away. As the youngest and one of the only still living at home, he took on the tough role of taking care of his mother- right in the heart of the Border Wars.

Simply stated, Wyley was poor. He had no means or financial assistance to help him emerge from what was dealt to him. But during this time period, it was expected- not miraculous- to power through and make your own way.

So he did.

Even with his mother in tow, Wyley picked up the pieces and married Sarah Maxwell, a family friend deeply connected to the southern cause.

His mother, Mary passed away just months before the Civil War began, and Wyley's choices became apparent.... Fight or stay.
The Battle of Lone Jack, one of the events of the Civil War that Wyley was a part of.
From a reenactment for the 150th Anniversary in 2012
Courtesy of Phil Peterson

With everything that Wyley witnessed on the lands where his family had settled in 1851, it should be no surprise that he opted to join the Confederate ranks.

And the first skirmish he witnessed? A battle on his own brother, Solomon's farm off Blue Ridge Blvd. in Washington Township, Jackson County, Mo.

Wyatt knew he was in danger. His brother, Solomon, was a known supporter of Quantrill and his gang. Too old to fight, Solomon participated by offering assistance to these border ruffians.

In an article in the Wichita Daily Times, featuring the nationwide headline of Frank James' death in February 1915, Solomon Wyatt's son named Wiley Wyatt (named after his uncle), described meeting Frank and Jesse James when they were part of Quantrill's Guerrillas. He recalled a battle with federal troops on his father's land and that the men were expert marksman.
Headline in the Wichita Daily Times, Wichita Falls, Tx.
February 21, 1915

Quantrill's men would race their horses full tilt and shoot each other's hats off. They were so accurate that according to Wiley "they would practice near our house, sometimes each one running his horse around a tree and firing a pistol in each hand. They were such perfect shots that the balls cut down the tree almost as smooth as if it had been sawed down."

It wasn't safe with all of this activity for Wyley to stick around - especially being a Confederate. His wife, Susan had to hide him in a wagon-box and drive the way out of town.

The war was lost. Wyley and most of all the men from the area had to start fresh. When many today would have checked out from the pressures of pioneer life, he pushed forward.

By 1866, he and his young family moved to Johnson County, Ks. He built a small cabin, only 12x14 feet, where he lived with his wife and four children under the age of seven.

Uh... Seriously?! 

Wyley's 80 acres of land in Johnson County would be between where Roe and Mission Rd. are today and was just south of 127th St. 


Josiah Vaughn's probate record showing record of payments made by Wyley Wyatt for the homestead

By 1879, Wyley, his wife and his eight children opted to move back to the land they knew well. It was time to move closer to family and build a more stable life.
The house as it appeared in 1985. It was constructed by
Wyley Wyatt between approx. 1879-1881.

Josiah Vaughn's death had opened up a unique opportunity to Wyley. Because Josiah's children had mostly moved out of the Jackson County, Mo. area, his land was up for the taking. And in 1879, Wyley began making payments to the estate so he could purchase 351 acres of choice land.

In a biography of Wyley Wyatt published in A Memorial Record of Kansas City in 1896, it states, "His persistent efforts in good management, together with the dawn of better days, have brought about a marvelous change in his financial condition."

Well, comparing his 12x14 shack in Johnson County to his home that still stands today, I'd have to agree.

A Wyatt family member recalled that while he built his home on current-day Arrington Rd., the family of ten lived in the chicken coop.
The entryway staircase, one of two
in the Wyatt House

Danguhhh.

This is just another reminder that we have it soooooo easy compared to these guys. I mean, a chicken coop? With ten people!?

Just another friendly reminder that I would have been dead in no time. Toast.

Time ticked by, and Wyley was the father of ten children: Mary (1860), William (1863), Sarah (1864), Robert (1866) Lorena (1872), Ada (1876), Lettie (1879), George (1881), Joseph (1883) and Stella (1886).

He built onto his home to make room, adding furnishings and necessities to make life comfortable for his children. They held school in the upstairs and learned the benefits of hard work and determination from Wyley firsthand.

As his children grew, they married and moved to start lives of their own. Youngest child, Joe, just as Wyley had done for his own mother, stuck around to ensure his parents were taken care of and were in need of nothing.
The side porch, the site of the original
entrance to the Wyatt House

Joseph (Joe) Wyatt and his wife Emma stayed nearby and built a small home across Arrington Rd. where they raised their son, Bob, born in 1909. Both Joe and his son tilled the land that Wyley had purchased.

On May 21, 1915, Wyley passed away at his home. Susan followed in 1926.

Joe took over the farm and moved into the "big two story house" as it was referred to- the house built up from the earth by his father, Wyley. Bob, his son, married Mildred Deffabaugh and took residence in the small house his father had built across the street.

In 1958, Joe Wyatt passed away.

In Wyley Wyatt-like fashion, Bob continued on and knew part of his job was to take care of his mother after his father passed away. And he did just that.

Emma continued to live in the two story home built by her father-in-law. Even in the 1960s, there was only power in some of the rooms and there was one bathroom on the main level. Bob's house, the original home his father built when helping Wyley take care of the land, was lived in by he and his wife, Mildred, a school teacher at Conn West Elementary.
Bob Wyatt (1909-1983)
Courtesy of the Kansas City Star

They didn't even have a bathroom inside their house.

Reminder: this was the 1960s!

Retired Grandview teacher Cindy Ledbetter Langensand fondly remembers Mrs. Wyatt, her second grade teacher at Conn West Elementary. "She was such a sweet lady. I'd go to their house on Sunday's and she would make us cookies," Cindy recalled. 

Cindy lived just up the hill and would walk down Arrington Rd. to visit in the late 1960s. Before she would leave, her mother gave her a staunch warning.

"She would always remind me, 'Don't ask to use the bathroom!'" Cindy affectionately recalled.

With no indoor plumbing, a nine-year old Cindy would have been lost when directed to the outhouse.

As Bob's mom, Emma aged, it became harder and harder for her to live alone in the old farmhouse. It became time to take some action.
The duplex today, the historic farmhouse in the background

And by my estimation, Bob was probably ready to have some indoor plumbing on those cold winter nights when nature called.

The solution? Bob built a duplex-style home just to the north of the house his grandfather had put his blood, sweat and tears into in the previous century. He and his wife, Mildred lived in the new main residence and his mother, Emma had her own "mother-in-law suite" with all of the comforts of the time period.

The small house Bob had lived in was rented out to a tenant farmer. Bob plugged away even at his advanced age farming the 300 acres- the third generation Wyatt to till the land.

By 1976, although childless, the couple had 36 years of a lovely marriage under their belt.

But then tragedy struck.
A map published in the Kansas City Star showing
 the location of the plane crash
On the morning of February 17, 1976, Bob was unloading the last bale of hay for his cattle. He hoisted himself up on his tractor and began to drive toward the barn, just a short distance from his new home. 

At the top of a small slope less than 150 yards away from where he was, his 66 year-old wife, Mildred was inside knitting in a back room while his 90 year-old mother was resting in her mother-in-law suite.

Bob heard a distant noise of an approaching plane, not uncommon for the area since the Grandview Airport had been replaced by Richards-Gebaur Air Force base in 1945.

This plane's sound was different. 

As Bob climbed the short hill in the fields nearby, the T-38 fighter jet, on descent to land at the base, seemed to fall from the clouds and scraped on his farmland in the distance. 

Panicked, Bob hit full-speed on his tractor, but the 18 mile-an-hour top speed was a turtle-pace compared to the fighter jet's power sliding across the farmland.
The Wyatt duplex on fire, the wreckage shown
Courtesy of the Kansas City Star

Bob recalled in the Kansas City Star, "I didn't think it would hit my house. In that direction there's a sloping gully and a good rise to the house. I felt sure it would be stopped by the hill."

Spitting jet fuel, gouging out chunks of earth and shaving large branches off the trees, the five ton jet scraped at full speed up the incline, barreled up the hill and became airborne again.

Without any ability to stop it, Bob helplessly watched as the T-38 plowed directly into the northwest corner of the house- right where Mildred had been sewing.

She was killed instantly.

The thrust of the plane carried her body all the way out to the front yard, and saved drawings from her years of teaching second grade in Grandview spewed in small, fiery pieces across the yard. 
My father, Lt. Col. Larry Euston in 1971
with a T-38 fighter jet

My father, retired Lt. Col. Larry Euston, flew a T-38 when he trained with the Air Force; I have seen their power in old videos and countless photographs of my father's days in the early 70s training on this very plane. 

Even though the reason for the crash seems to be unknown, it was on descent to land. Something went terribly wrong.

Neighbors gathered in horror at the site. Part of the house was in flames, but 90 year-old Emma Wyatt was able to get out to safety. Mildred, on the other hand, had no chance of survival. 

And neither did the two pilots. They died on impact as well.

Devastated, Bob watched as they located his beloved wife's body. He had tried to enter the home in order to save her, his clothes and hair singed, but it was too late.

Bob passed away in 1983. His mom, Emma followed in 1990.
Mildred Wyatt (1908-1976)

The Wyatt's lived on this homestead for over 100 years when Bob's estate posted the land for sale. And a man named Robert E. Wilson, owner of Wilson's Paint Store in Grandview, was looking for some land in the area.

There it was- that old, abandoned two story white farmhouse next door to the rebuilt duplex that had been the scene of a freak accident. Included in the sale was also the "tenant house" that had once been Joe and Bob Wyatt's primary residence before the brick duplex was built.

The real value of this land wasn't the structures that sat on it; it was the land. 

Abandoned and boarded up for years, the Wyley Wyatt two story house was said to be worthless and held "zero value of any kind." But Robert Wilson had other ideas.

When I first had the opportunity to meet Kathy Wilson Sutoris, Robert's daughter, it didn't take me long to see what true passion and love she has of the Wyatt farmhouse.

It almost feels as if it is part of her.
The side of the house pre-renovation in 1985

In 1986, Robert talked to his daughter, Kathy and her husband, Dave about the possibility of fixing up the old farmhouse so they could move in with their two young children. Kathy was an elementary school teacher in Grandview School District and Dave was a regional manager for General Parts.

Weary of the idea, Kathy's father saw the potential. "We'll fix'r up," Robert Wilson proclaimed.

When he bought 100 acres of the Wyatt farm, his intention was to give his grandchildren the same lifestyle he grew up with, complete with summer days fishing, acreage to explore and the safety of a small, tight community. 

Kathy and her husband were admittedly naive enough to say yes... and they never looked back.
An old JR Watkins medicine bottle
dug up on the land

"We were young!" Kathy exclaimed when recounting what possessed them to tackle such a huge project.

Kathy has always had a keen interest in antiques and history. Dave, on the other hand, didn't seem to care one way or the other. But his viewpoint changed as he put thousands of hours of sweat equity into the old Wyatt farmhouse.

He grew to love it just as much as she did.

She laughed when she recalled painting the trim in each room with an art brush, determined to preserve and highlight as many details as she could of her new old home.

With their two young sons in tow, they gutted- and I mean gutted- the 100 year-old farmhouse. When they went into the attic, they found out just how old farmhouses were "insulated."

Old tin cans and thousands of newspapers were shoved in corners throughout the attic. Headlines covering Al Capone and the Wright Brothers added extra intrigue to the charm this home had in every room.

Kathy Wilson Sutoris and her husband, Dave, proud
owners of the Wyatt House for 31 years
Most of the rooms in the home didn't even have electricity when they moved in- but the bones of the house were solid.

Over the years, Kathy and Dave tackled room after room of the four bedroom home. They added a much-needed bathroom upstairs, rewired the whole home and added central air and heating.

When Kathy was removing old wallpaper in one of the upstairs bedrooms, she was met with a surprise on the crumbled plaster walls underneath.

"There they were- signatures of many of the Wyatt's that lived in this home! I could see 'Wyley Wyatt, Martin City' clear as day. He and his family signed the wall!" Kathy recalled.

She worked desperately to find a way to expose these signatures, but the need for new walls was paramount. They laid sheetrock on top of the signatures, but they are still underneath the new walls.

Her children enjoyed living in the country-like setting, exploring the land and finding buried treasure at every turn.

The land always holds secrets from the past- and boy, this land saw some pretty exciting times!

Civil War era MiniƩ ball and musket ball recovered on the Wyatt land
Under the trees, her sons found marbles that the Wyatt children most likely played with during nice spring and summer days. Near the creek, her son unearthed bullets from the Civil War era.

Are they from Quantrill's Guerrillas? Considering the location, quite possibly.

The Sutoris family savored every paint stroke, refinished floor and careful renovation. They reared their children into adulthood on their 67 acres, including a red wood peg barn and outbuildings. 

They hosted parties, including their famous "Shrimp Fest" celebrated with family, friends and neighbors- a local coveted tradition they started years ago. Countless people have built countless memories with them on this historic land.


The dining room, featuring a trap door underneath the floor
to store valuables
But as time progressed and retirement was on the horizon, they made the decision to sell off 63 of their acres, including the peg barn, in 2010, leaving the original Wyatt farmhouse with 3.5 acres of rolling pasture. 

Reluctantly, it's time for Dave and Kathy to surrender the last piece of the parcel at 13811 Arrington Road.

"It's been one of the toughest decisions we have ever faced. But, it's time," Kathy explained with hesitation in her voice.

Dave and Kathy are ready to pass on the Wyatt farmhouse to the next generation that will love it as much as they have. They have opted to sell their 4 bedroom, 2 bath completely renovated farmhouse with the 3.5 acres left of the land.
The beautiful original floors from the dining
 room into the entryway showcasing 
the addition of the front 

"It's going to take a special person - a special family- to build memories like we have in this home," Kathy concluded. 

The Sutoris family just hopes that they can pass their beautiful home with layers of history to people that will love and cherish it as much as they have for the past 30 years.

The Wyatt house - the Sutoris' house- has many, many more years of love to give. 

This special land saw so much pre-Civil War, including the raising of one of Quantrill's toughest fighters. The land was sold to a Confederate veteran with an unforgettable name. Wyley raised ten children in his home, built with his own hands as he rebuilt his life. The land saw change in the distance and an airplane skid across its fields and into the house next door. 

It was saved by a family that was young, ambitious and content on restoring something back to its glory. Board by board, room by room, they revived Wyley's home into a beautiful country home only minutes away from modern conveniences. They brought it back to life.
An added three car attached garage modernized the home

If this ground could talk, it would tell a rich story.

I think of history as being layers of the earth. This land has seen so much pain, sacrifice, triumph, reconstruction and revitalization. This land- and all its history- will have a new perspective when fresh eyes and minds opt to build their own memories on this historic property.

From the Vaughn's to the Wyatt's to the Sutoris family. . . Over 170 years of history prevails upon this land.

Now the land and house are searching for the next chapter.

:)

*This house is NO LONGER FOR SALE and is a private residence. I wish the new owners happy blessings on their "new" historic home! 


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