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Did you know about the Missouri Amish?

Highway sign warning of Amish buggies in Jamesport MO (Scarborough photo)Most of us know about the large Amish population in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, but not many are aware that there are Amish in the Midwest as well.

We visited one such community — little Jamesport in bucolic northwest Missouri.

These are “old order” Amish, with the strictest requirements for plain clothing (no buttons, only pins) and they avoid using electricity, automobiles, gas-powered farm equipment, etc.

The result is a plain and simple life that has become a small but growing tourism draw in this part of the state.

I did not take any photos of the Amish for the blog because they forbid “graven images” of people, but the ones we spoke to were friendly and patiently answered a few polite questions about their lifestyle.

Our room at the Arbor House Country Inn, Jamesport MO (Scarborough photo)

We stayed at the very comfy, well-supplied Arbor House Country Inn (hurray for their free WiFi!) which is right near “downtown.”

We’re talking a four-way stop sign and that’s it, folks.

There are several small antique and gift shops near the four-way, and a very helpful Visitor’s Center, but our favorite places to visit were the Amish businesses just outside of town.

Local business signs in Jamesport, MO (Scarborough photo)

After watching the busy bidding at the weekly Amish produce auction (which we just stumbled upon) my teenage daughter and I also admired beautiful quilts and furniture at Sherwood Quilts and Craft Shop, owned by Verna & Menno Graber, 1091 U Hwy, (660) 684-6802.

There was also an amazing variety of bulk foods and unusual items at H & M Country Store, owned by Sarah and Laverne Beechy, 21910 Hwy 190, (660) 684-6344.

I’m working up a possible travel article for a Texas newspaper, so can’t spill all the beans, but do consider a stop here if you’re traveling across northern Missouri.

I wish we’d stayed longer.

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Kansas City, here we come

The 18th & Vine Historic District, Kansas City (Scarborough photo)It’s always a pleasure to find a likable city that I previously knew nothing about. Kansas City is a gem.

Big enough for visitors to feel that bustling urban energy, yet small enough to be accessible for families, I think KC would be a great place to live as well. There’s a good cross-section of activities and interests, and the parks and fountains everywhere really add to the ambiance.

There are good itinerary suggestions here for the KC novice.

My teen and I visited two popular sections of town in the afternoon and evening. First up was the Country Club Plaza shopping area; the name is a little misleading because the architecture and art are Spanish/European and the colorful 15-block section was built in the 1920’s when that part of the city was “the country.” Many of the stores and restaurants are upscale chains that you can find elsewhere, but there are local spots, too. It’s very pretty and walkable, with free parking.

We were hungry as the evening wore on, so when the restaurant waits were too overwhelming at the Plaza, we drove to the historic 18th and Vine district for a fabulous Southern cuisine dinner (“Soul Food with Elegance”) at the Peachtree Restaurant. We still had to wait a little, but it was worth it. I had some terrific catfish with black-eyed peas and collard greens, and my teenager had the meatloaf. The sweet potato rolls were divine. We were a little underdressed since we hadn’t planned on ending up there, but the staff made us feel most welcome.

The soft live jazz during dinner made up for not having time to take in the show at the nearby Blue Room, which is attached to the American Jazz Museum. Minors are allowed with an adult, so it’s a good venue to take older kids to hear live jazz performances.

The Negro Leagues Baseball Museum is also right up the street in this historically black section of town. Anyone who likes baseball should pay a visit to this tribute to players who had “a league of their own” until baseball was finally integrated when Jackie Robinson was recruited from the Kansas City Monarchs to play for the Brooklyn Dodgers. The Negro Leagues actually lasted until the 1960s before they folded.

Tossing a grenade over the top in a life-size diorama, National WWI Museum in Kansas City (Scarborough photo)

The next day, we spent a lot of time at the huge National World War One Museum, a highlight of Kansas City that opened in December 2006. Most Americans know little about WWI since we weren’t involved on a large scale for very long, but I had a grandfather who served aboard the USS VERMONT and a great-uncle who was gassed in France, so I’ve long had a personal interest.

You may wonder; why is this place in Kansas City?

The museum docent that I talked to felt that because the big Liberty Memorial was built in 1924, there has long been a tangible monument here specifically to commemorate the Great War. They’ve always collected WWI documents and artifacts, so opening the Museum was a logical next step. The focus is not just Americans in the War, but the War as a whole. It’s very comprehensive.

quote from a British soldier at the National Museum of WWI in Kansas City (Scarborough photo)

There are excellent videos, dioramas and displays, even little “Reflection Rooms” where you can sit and listen to selections of WWI-era music, poems, prose and personal histories.

In school, most kids only learn that the War started because of some mess in the Balkans, and they have to memorize a tangle of alliances that they don’t care about, so I strongly recommend this Museum to make this turning point in history come alive for them.

I’d love to return to Kansas City someday; it was a pleasure to visit.

Just remember that there’s a Kansas City, Kansas and a Kansas City, Missouri right next to each other, so check Web sites to see which side you’re going to.

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My BlogHer 07 panel is liveblogged

BlogHer '07 Fun

Each panel here at Chicago’s BlogHer 07 conference is “liveblogged.”

A person writes up the running stream of words from both speakers and audience, and then posts it quickly on a blog so that others can read about what’s happening almost as though it was live.

Our “Finding and Following Your [Blogging] Passion” panel with me, Christine Kane and Carmen Staicer is posted now on the BlogHer site — thanks to the fast fingers of Laurie White from lauriewrites

My brain’s exploding from a great day of info and networking — time for the evening cocktail party overlooking the Chicago skyline from Navy Pier.

Woot!

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Talking about blogging: Chicago’s BlogHer Conference

BlogHer '07 I'm  Speaking

We’re here!

For the next couple of days, I’ll be one of the speakers at the fabulous BlogHer blogging conference at the Navy Pier in Chicago, IL.

I’m on a Day One panel with talented musician Christine Kane and buff health enthusiast Carmen Staicer, who is also Mom to the Screaming Masses (don’t tell me you don’t have time to work out; she has six kids.)  We’re talking about “finding and following your [blogging] passion.” 

There are still plenty of posts for me to write about our Midwest road trip to get here to Chicago, plus the city itself….we saw the fun musical “Wicked” the night we arrived and did the Chicago Architecture Foundation tour on the river yesterday.  Teenage daughter also checked out the Navy Pier yesterday while I did some conference stuff.

Never mind the posts that I still want to do about the Colonial Williamsburg area.  

Good thing I have plenty of writing fodder for the next few months. 

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Rut Nut: Finding the Santa Fe Trail

Well, we found the sign but couldn't see the ruts (Scarborough photo)During our visit to the town of Council Grove in the Kansas Flint Hills, I was determined to see some of the original ruts left by the wagons that set out from here to travel the Santa Fe trail.

A helpful guide at the Kaw Mission House told me that there were ruts to see both east and west of town, but from her description, one set was better marked than the other.

Even though that one was a little out of our way, I decided to drive out and see it.

My teenage daughter and fellow traveler was of no use; she was zonked out, still recovering from her all-night reading of the new Harry Potter book.

I drove to the west and found the helpful “Santa Fe Trail Ruts” highway sign that pointed down a unpaved side road. Leaving clouds of dust behind the minivan, I drove hopefully for about a mile, and then found the sign.

Like a complete geek, I jumped out with my camera to look over a fence at….a lot of grass.

The ruts are actually big dents or impressions (called “swales,” about 20 feet wide) in the ground, since the wagons would travel 3 or 4 across. You’d think I could see a big sunken area, but no luck. Apparently the ruts are much easier to make out at certain times of year when the vegetation is not so thick.

Grateful that I had not awoken Her Grogginess just to look at more Kansas grass, I laughed at myself, took a picture of the sign, and for the next few days I was happy to drive a minivan that had bits of old Santa Fe Trail dust clinging to the rear bumper.

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Big Country: The Kansas Flint Hills

Grasses and hayfield, Flint Hills region, Kansas (Scarborough photo)The first thing to address is the term “Flint Hills;” yes, indeed, eastern Kansas has hills.

It is definitely not all flat cornfields as many think, including me before I came here. The prairie has a lot more personality than that. Travel writer Rolf Potts grew up near here and lists the Flint Hills as one of ten spots to revel in America.

After we left the site of the original Little House on the Prairie in Independence, and my teenager made her midnight rendezvous with Harry Potter at an Emporia bookstore, it was time to drive a little of the Flint Hills National Scenic Byway (Kansas Highway K-177) and investigate some small towns along the way.

I wish we’d had more time in Emporia to explore the home of Pulitzer Prize-winning Emporia Gazette editor and author William Allen White, but we’ll just have to come back.

After my daughter’s all-night Harry Potter read-a-thon (from just after midnight until she finally shut the book, having finished around 9:30 — yes it’s nice to know that my generally obsessive personality has carried over to her quite well) we loaded up for Cottonwood Falls.

There’s not a whole lot going on there, especially on a sleepy Saturday around noon, but we admired the ornate Chase County Courthouse and had a pleasant lunch (and a lot of coffee!) at the swanky Grand Central Hotel. It seems a little strange to put an upscale hotel here, but there were plenty of people in it, so hurray for the money they bring to the area.

Just a mile or two up from Cottonwood Falls is the headquarters for the Tallgrass Prairie National Preserve. From the Web site,

“The preserve protects a nationally significant example of the once vast tallgrass ecosystem. Of the 400,000 square miles of tallgrass prairie that once covered the North American Continent, less than 4 percent remains, primarily in the Flint Hills of Kansas.”

There are three guided bus tours that take visitors away from the main Preserve building and out into the prairie, trackless and mostly treeless, as it has been for hundreds of years. The rocky soil made this part of Kansas unsuitable for plowing but great for cattle grazing (and bison grazing, when bison still roamed here.) This saved it from development.

Kansas humor in Strong City on the Flint Hills Scenic Byway (Scarborough photo)

I liked the silence, the constant breeze, and that the prairie grasses are their own ecosystem, with all sorts of plants and bugs and critters moving around if you bend down and watch closely for awhile.

It’s like the ocean; a vast nothingness until you pause and take a closer look.

We kept driving up K-177, taking in the views, until we reached Council Grove, a resupply and jumping-off point for the Santa Fe Trail (complete with the small Last Chance general store.)

There is a self-guided driving tour set up to see the major sites and buildings; pick up a map and tourist info at the Kaw Mission building.

You can catch a bite to eat at Hays House Restaurant and Tavern, which claims to be the oldest continuously operating restaurant west of the Mississippi.

Yes, you can order a buffalo burger here, but we had to get going to reach Kansas City.

For more detailed info by a local guy, check out Bill Smith’s fun blog The Flint Hills of Kansas.

If you have an opportunity to even just drive through the Flint Hills, get off of the Interstate and do it. It will really give you and your family an appreciation for our country’s pioneer heritage.

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Stepping inside the Little House (on the Prairie)

Little House side view (Scarborough photo)I had a wonderful experience today; my teenager and I visited the Kansas site of the original Little House on the Prairie, from the beloved series of books about pioneer life by Laura Ingalls Wilder.

After our stop in the historic Stockyards of Fort Worth day before yesterday, and a great time at the Chisholm Trail Heritage Center in Duncan, OK yesterday, we rolled across the Oklahoma-Kansas border and made a quick detour to see the Little House, thirteen miles southwest of Independence, Kansas.

As a child, I devoured the Wilder books and still have my well-thumbed paperback set, so this was a must-stop on our Midwest Road Trip from Texas to Chicago and back.

The tiny, rough one-room cabin is a labor of love reproduction of the house using the materials and methods of the day.

According to the Web site,

“Research of the 1870 census of Montgomery County, Kansas, located the ‘Ingles’ family in the eighty-ninth residence in Rutland Township. C.P. Ingles was cited as a 34-year-old carpenter along with his wife, Caroline, and three daughters, Mary, Laura [who became the “Little House” author Laura Ingalls Wilder] and Carrie. This 1870 census and the Ingalls’ family Bible record that Carrie was born on this site on August 3, 1870. The family lived here only a short while as they mistakenly settled on the Osage Indian Diminished Reserve. After hearing that they were to be moved, the family decided to return to Wisconsin. The Ingalls didn’t know it, but six months later, the Osages were moved to Oklahoma and they would have been able homestead the land.

Front view of the reconstructed Little House on the Prairie (Scarborough photo)

In 1977 local volunteers reproduced the Little House with special efforts to build the cabin according to descriptions in Laura’s book.

Many of the landmarks Laura mentions in her book can still be seen on and near the site. Walnut Creek, the bluffs to the north of the home site and the mention of the Ingalls going to Independence for supplies authenticate the site. Dr. George Tann, “Dr. Tan” in the book, who cared for the Ingalls family when they had “fever and ague” [malaria] is buried in Mt. Hope Cemetery in nearby Independence.”

I confess to becoming rather emotional when I read some of the documents posted inside the little log cabin; these books mean a lot to me and it’s always overwhelming when I reflect that they are true stories told by a woman who lived from the days of Conestoga wagons to jet airplane travel.

As I told my daughter, there’s a similarity between Wilder and Anne Frank of the famous diary; although thousands and thousands of people went through the same experiences (pioneer life in the American West and the Holocaust, respectively) it was two people just telling their own personal story who made that crucial connection of understanding with readers all over the world.

One person, one writer, really can make a difference.

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So long, Frank Lloyd Wright

Frank Lloyd Wright's skyscraper (Scarborough photo)       A closer look at the copper panels (Scarborough photo)

You never know what you’ll find on a road trip.

Did you know that architect Frank Lloyd Wright‘s only skyscraper was built in 1956 in Bartlesville, Oklahoma

Today the soaring, slender Price Tower with its distinctive verdigris-copper-clad exterior houses an exhibit area, a swanky restaurant and an upscale hotel.

Now you know….

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State Park secret: CCC cabins at Osage Hills

Our cabin at Osage Hills State Park, Oklahoma (Scarborough photo)This is a quick note about our lodgings after we stopped in Duncan, Oklahoma to see the Chisholm Trail Heritage Center.

After a drive across pretty much the entire state from south to north, we spent the night at Osage Hills State Park near Pawhuska and Bartlesville, Oklahoma.

It’s part of the Osage Nation in the northeast part of the state.

I picked that park because it has little cabins built during the 1930s Great Depression by the Civilian Conservation Corps (CCC,) just like the “Hobbit Cabins” that my family enjoyed so much at Bastrop State Park in Texas.

Entrance to Osage Hills State Park near Pawhuska, Oklahoma (Scarborough photo)

Our Osage Hills cabin was comfy and modernized with a kitchen and bathroom; it was very pleasant to be disconnected from the phone, TV and Internet for one night.

My daughter practiced her guitar and actually let me read out loud to her from the Little House on the Prairie book, in preparation for our visit the next day to the original Little House near Independence, Kansas.

If you ever find a park with CCC cabins, make a point to stop for the night. I think you’ll enjoy them.

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Getting our kicks on Oklahoma’s Route 66

Vintage gas station on Route 66, Oklahoma (Scarborough photo)In our drive across Oklahoma from Duncan to Pawhuska, we only had time for one little smidgen of the Mother Road; the famous Route 66 that runs across the United States from Chicago to Los Angeles.

We hopped off of the Interstate between Oklahoma City and Tulsa.

It was late in the afternoon, so many places were closed, but it was still a lot of fun to see the original motels and vintage gas stations, and drive a nice, curvy, pretty road instead of the ugly freeway.

Check out this Legends of America Web site for detailed info on each part of Route 66, and drive a bit of it if you ever have an opportunity.

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