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Changing Frontiers: Ode to the Family Farm and Way of Life ~ 2000

Home built by Charles Patterson (grandson of Thomas Patterson) built in 1895, burned down 1898

Home built by Charles Patterson (grandson of Thomas Patterson) built in 1895, burned down 1898

I wrote this just as my three sisters, brother, and I were on the verge of selling our family farm in 2000.

The Iowa Farm has been a cherished place by six generations of Scotch-Irish-English descent, the Patterson-McLennan families.  I can only imagine what my forefathers and foremothers found as they arrived in Benton County, Iowa.  Then, in 1999, the sixth generation made a difficult decision… to sell the farm.  Why?  Well, times change, families change, and ways of life change.  The quest for efficiency and profits has left small farms a dying breed.  Many have fallen into disrepair as the small family farmer desperately hangs onto the only livelihood he has known.  Unfortunately, many of these men and women turn to supplemental incomes in order to cling to the earth they have worked.  In these times, a family can rarely thrive on 160 acres.  Instead, the sixth generation owners of the Patterson-McLennan family are determined to use the values instilled in us by our ancestors along with the proceeds of selling the farm to embark on another new frontier.  These values are gifts beyond the land itself and include: intuition, determination, honesty, integrity, and faith in God to name a few.  We pray that we will incorporate these values on our walk in a new frontier.  But from where did these values and this wonderful Iowa farm come?  It all began in 1854.

At first appearance to Thomas Patterson and his son David, it may have been just what the pioneer heart was seeking.  Moderate slopes with few rocks, tough sod, adequate drainage, and perhaps there were a few trees along the lower areas.  Word was out that the glaciers some eons ago carried some of the richest soil to these parts of the country.  Being farmers from Ohio, they likely envisioned the land as a rich source of livelihood for the family and hopefully generations to come.  The rush was evident as many potential homesteaders flocked to new, untouched parts of the New Frontier.  Thomas and David probably compared several possible tracks of land that would be most suitable for their needs.  Then they must have excitedly laid claim to a small homestead by driving stakes that carefully identified their new found territory.  With light hearts and big smiles, they must have returned to Ohio to share the promising news with their family.  While traveling back to Ohio to share the news of their claim, did they daydream of this new land and its potential?  Did they question how they would carry out their grand plan?  Who in the family would leave their home in Ohio to return to the new land in Iowa?  What challenges and rewards lied ahead?  How would the family receive the news or had they wired ahead to inform them?

Thomas and Elizabeth Ertel Patterson, parents of David, decided it was David who would return to Iowa and to the land that was staked.  It would be his homestead.  Thomas being a cabinet and wagon maker carefully made a covered wagon for David.  Then in 1855, a year after they staked the land, David left Ohio for Iowa and became a true pioneer.  What worldly possessions accompanied him in the wagon?  Did they include some food supplies and staples, tools, clothing, extra boots, bedding, an oil lantern, a gun, photos, letters of encouragement, a family Bible?  How long did the trek across the plains and crossing the Mississippi take?  Which route did David take?  What a leap of faith for the pioneers who left their homes for the New Frontier.

These pioneers were also called sod busters as they worked in earnest to work the land by breaking through the virgin sod to find rich Iowa soil beneath it.   Who can fathom the seemingly endless hours, days, months, and years of courage and strength that this young and determined man spent just clearing the land?  Within two years of arriving in Iowa, David married Elvira A. Kennedy, of Scotch descent, who was a very willing partner in creating their homestead.  David and Elvira and their children labored earnestly to nurture crops of corn, sorghum, soybeans, hay, and oats.  What livestock did they have as well?  Likely a dairy cow or two and a coop of chickens would have been the bare necessities for a growing family.

Farm women in those days devoted themselves to the endless details of home life.  What creativity it took on their part to be frugal!  For these pioneer mothers, daily tasks may have included: candle making, cooking over a wood cook stove, tending to the family’s vegetable garden and fruit trees, putting up the summer’s bounty of vegetables and fruits, hand sewing the family’s clothing and bedding, instructing the children in schoolwork, gathering eggs, churning butter, milking the family cow, plucking goose and chicken feathers, and keeping the family’s hearth warm.  And in this part of Iowa, it was not unlikely to encounter a few curious passersby from time to time.

How eternally grateful they must have been each year if they had good weather, good crops, and good health.  David knew the land’s value as a source of food for humans and livestock.  Fortunately for him, his father Thomas returned in 1861 to acquire even more acres bringing the total to 160 acres so that the family homestead was enlarged to support the family.  The family had great faith in God Almighty to help them through the lifecycle that is typical of farm life.  Those who rely on the land for a living are ever mindful of a Greater Power to provide for them, especially when at the mercy of nature.  One can only imagine the devout faith they displayed as they read Bible passages, gathered with friends and family, and shared in communion on Sunday mornings to praise God for the week’s blessings.

Throughout the years, David and Elvira carefully recorded their bounty and tallied the homegrown products they sold to surrounding neighbors and folks afar that knew of his reputation.  Found in some of his farm ledgers are notes of honey, grapes, strawberries, and apples, which they sold.  He eventually purchased additional land where he was to build a thriving nursery.  People as far as Nebraska purchased his young nursery stock, which he carefully shipped via the Chicago Northwestern Railroad.  As part of a successful marketing tool, David had a catalog available, which depicted accurate; color pictures of the mature fruit that these fruit trees would eventually bear.  The catalog was entitled, “The Iowa Valley Nursery Catalogue.”

Out of David and Elvira’s eleven children, their son, Charles, continued to farm the homestead.  Charles married Della Jackson, an Ohio girl, on October 21, 1891, whom he met on a visit back to Ohio.  They had two daughters, Julia Elvira born April 7, 1895 and Geneva Lavone born February 11, 1897.  Charles and Della continued producing crops and livestock that kept the family in business.  The family was active in the Belle Plaine community, which lied four miles to the Southwest.  Having the railroad as a means of transportation, created a thriving little city complete with brick paved streets, churches, school, and a variety of local businesses.  As a young man, Charles carefully carried a young hard maple sapling to a low spot south of the home.  He positioned it in the right type of soil and tended it in order that it would eventually provide some nice shade.  As Charles’ father was a nurseryman, the farm was beautifully landscaped with shrubs, bushes, fruit canes, and the much-needed windbreak to the North and West of the home.  So Charles was no newcomer to nurturing trees.  This maple sapling that he carefully planted and nurtured over the years grew to the circumference of 23 feet, taking nearly three adults’ arm spans around the trunk.  It stood its ground for 100 years until a series of windstorms battered it, leaving only its trunk and one large limb.  In 1999, it was removed, as it no longer thrived, but instead posed a safety hazard.

Charles Patterson (middle) planted the tree as a young boy. Photo taken in early 1960s. The tree stood until the late 1990s.

Charles Patterson (middle) planted the tree as a young boy. Photo taken in early 1960s. The tree stood until the late 1990s.

Charles also was an accomplished carpenter, having built a new house on the homestead.  Unfortunately, when their daughter, Geneva, was just 18 months old, the home burned to the ground.  However, given no other choice, he rebuilt a home on the same foundation.  During the rebuilding, the young family lived in a small outbuilding, which eventually served as their carriage house and car garage for succeeding generations.  Charles also built a two-story home at 1705-11th Avenue in Belle Plaine.  His finishing details and millwork of the oak interior trim were quite impressive.  In 2000 both of the homes that he built are still occupied, but no longer owned by family members.

On February 14, 1917, Charles and Della’s only surviving child, Geneva, married Horace McLennan, the youngest of Lachlan and  Lodosca (Plumb) McLennan’s four children.  They homesteaded in the Hartwick area.  McLennan’s were of Scottish descent and Plumb’s of English descent.  Horace and Geneva lived on the Patterson homestead to continue farming.  Horace continued farming under the often-judgmental eye of his parents-in-law, who fiercely wanted to preserve their fine reputation.  He worked the rich soil.  In early spring he carefully prepared it for planting.  Then he cultivated the rows of crops to rid them of crop-threatening weeds throughout the summer.  Finally he would complete the annual cycle by harvesting the crops from late September through October.  Thus the cycle continued year after year, generation after generation.   In 1942, Charles and Della acquired an additional 160 acres north of Belle Plaine and farmed it as well as the other 160 acres.  This gave Horace additional acres to farm.

With each succeeding generation, farming techniques improved as the means of power changed.  Many techniques done by hand or by horsepower were replaced by steam powered engines.  Yet, horse drawn farm machinery was still a mainstay on many farms as not everyone could yet afford steam-powered or gasoline-powered engines.

A farmer, who relied on horsepower and more primitive tools or implements, also relied on an important craftsman…a blacksmith.  Horace’s mother was a Plumb and her father, Henry, was the original blacksmith in Belle Plaine.  Many area farmers visited him on a regular basis for his honed skills of fitting horseshoes, creating fine hand tools, and making necessary implement repairs.  He spent many a sweltering day at the forge, shaping and hammering and at his pedal powered whetstone, sharpening tools.  Henry provided an essential ingredient to farm life and provided a living for his family, who came from Ontario, Canada.

Horace and Geneva carried on the longstanding tradition of their mutual families’ work ethics.  With the help of hired men, Horace worked the land.  Livestock included cattle, hogs, chickens, and sheep.  The team of horses continued to be a vital component to crop farming.  Of course, horses were the main form of transportation for most farm families.  Cars were gaining popularity in larger cities and only for those who could afford such a luxury.  However, gasoline engines provided ample energy in powerful tractors and eventually replaced the strong team of draft horses.  Tractors opened up a whole new world for farmers.  Plowing, planting, cultivating, and harvesting crops became more efficient.   Putting up hay for the livestocks’ winter food supply also became much easier due to the addition of tractor power.  Finally, the only horses remaining on farms were for riding pleasure, horse show competitions, or perhaps drawing an occasional buggy.  As time passed, Horace and Geneva added a car to their way of life, making Cedar Rapids, Des Moines, and other Iowa cities quite accessible.

As a farm wife, Geneva had a passion for gardening and turned their house yard into a lush and ardent retreat.  She convinced Horace into creating a fishpond in the northwest corner of the property, which was composed of concrete in a kidney bean-shape.  A number of smaller, porous limestone boulders were hauled from the MacGregor, Iowa area to be used in the surrounding landscape near the pond.  Geneva’s nursery roots were evident as the home landscape included arborvitae, forsythia, privet, and lilac bushes to name a few.   A large gardening area boasted a variety of vegetables, strawberries, raspberries, grapes, gooseberries, and asparagus.  A number of fruit trees kept the family supplied with fresh fruit in season and canned jams or fruits year round.  What a lovely setting for the family with the well-planned and maturing landscape.

1962 Belle Plaine Centennial, Geneva Patterson McLennan wears a pioneer dress and bonnet that she made

1962 Belle Plaine Centennial, Geneva Patterson McLennan wears a pioneer dress and bonnet that she made

One area of the backyard was graded to be flat so that croquet could be enjoyed in the summer as entertainment for family and guests.  Horace built an outdoor barbecue out of bricks complete with a handsome chimney.  Before gas powered mowers were added to the list of yard maintenance necessities, Horace or a hired hand would cut the lawn with the hand powered, push mower.  This was quite a task if the lawn had grown a little too long.  As the fourth generation owners of the farm, Geneva and Horace proudly referred to it as Sunset View Farm.  With its location at the crest of a slope, the farmhouse had a spectacular view of the sunset on the western horizon.  On clear evenings it was a sought-after scene for many to enjoy.

Nothing was more exciting for Horace than spending time watching the thundering steam locomotives that pulled in and out of Belle Plaine on the Chicago Northwestern line.  Being such an enthusiast, he wrote a song, “Railroad in the Sky” in his later years.  As jet transportation became a means of transportation, Horace was quite impressed by the two parallel white trails of steam left behind the jets as they flew overhead.  This sight reminded him of railroad tracks, inspiring him to write his song.

Horace and Geneva had two children, Virginia born February 24, 1918 and Charles (Chuck) born May 12, 1926.  Upon reaching adulthood, Charles farmed with Horace.  They farmed the home place as well as the west place (4 miles southwest and just 2 miles north of Belle Plaine).  By this time, the David Patterson farm, which originally was home to the nursery, passed onto succeeding generations and was eventually sold to someone other than family.  Following his return from the Korean War, Charles continued farming.

On October 24, 1954 Chuck married Roberta (Betty) Vale at the First Presbyterian Church, Anaheim, California. They met while on vacation with their respective families of origin.  Together they had six children: Diane, Charlene, Robert, Laurie, Susan, and Charles, Jr.  Robert died at one day of age.  Continuing the farm tradition and raising a large family, required careful planning from Chuck and Betty’s partnership.  At times this was quite challenging for Betty.  While she had some exposure to farm life through her Grandparents’ Carmitchel, Betty had been raised in Kansas City and Los Angeles, which were quite different environments than Iowa’s farm life.

During his farming career, Chuck purchased more efficient machinery than what he had used early on.  Combines could harvest 6-8 rows of crops at a time!  Adding dual tires to the tractor provided the extra traction to pull larger and heavier plows through the moist spring soil.  Power was emphasized as more and more farmers went into debt to purchase stronger, larger, and more efficient machinery.  What an event to hear of one of the neighbors spending $60,000 for a combine in the 1970s!  Unfortunately, as crop yields increased, demands also increased.  The farm economy became more volatile as corporations muscled into rural America.  The American economy ebbed and flowed and the farmers seemed to be more vulnerable.  Tremendous debts were incurred by small rural farmers who were forced into purchasing larger and more expensive machinery in order to keep up with the demand for crops.  One of Chuck and Betty’s more devastating times was when they had to apply for a 16% loan in the 1980s at a time when they were financially vulnerable.   In hindsight, building a new home on the farm had proven a risky move and placed an extra financial burden on them.  Plus, Chuck was beginning to experience chronic health problems, which made it more difficult for him to farm.  It became more evident that trying to raise a family and continue farming on 160 acres was nearly impossible.  Therefore, they elected to rent the farm out to another area farmer and Chuck took a full-time job with the Belle Plaine School district.  This was the beginning of the end of the family’s farming tradition on this farm.

Chuck McLennan Plants Seed Corn

Chuck McLennan Plants Seed Corn

In 2000, as sixth generation owners of this farm, we can now look back and see many wonderful times.  However, we can also peek back and see the changing landscape of the small family farm and the associated struggles that crept in while our parents farmed.  We have our distinct memories of growing up as farm children, the scents, sights, textures, sounds, and flavors that only living on a farm can provide.  As mentioned earlier, we have the treasured values that our preceding generations have passed along to us.  It is now our responsibility to cling to what is left…those values, our memories, and a bright future filled with hope and opportunity.  The farm gave endlessly and passionately to six generations.  It WAS a new frontier to Thomas and David Patterson.  Now it will serve as a new frontier to the five of us, Diane, Charlene, Laurie, Susan, and Charles, Jr., as we move into the future with our succeeding generations.

McLennan Family circa 1966

McLennan Family circa 1966

Cartwheels of Glee

Great-Grandfather's Journal Transcribed in 1983

Great-Grandfather’s Journal Transcribed in 1983

Can I tell you that I am doing cartwheels of glee? A task that I have kept on my “Family History To Do List” for the past four years since our 2010 trip to Scotland has finally been accomplished! I have completely transcribed my great-grandfather Lachlan McLennan’s autobiography that he wrote, resulting in 97 pages and close to 65,000 words. Carol McLennan, the lovely wife of my Dad’s first cousin Harold, transcribed Lachlan’s journal back in 1983 from its original state to a typewritten one. It hit me several years ago that having it transcribed again into a digital format would be best for this era in which we live, for as each time the typewritten copy is photocopied it lost a bit of its typewritten clarity. What is even more remarkable is that the original autobiography that Great-Grandfather penned, survived the house fire in which Lachlan tragically perished, some of its pages singed by the fire when it was recovered. What a heartbreaking ending for Great-Grandfather in 1935, just over two weeks after his final journal entry.

After Lachlan immigrated to the United States from Scotland he began writing his autobiography. Initially, there is some retrospection on his part, but it seems that he likely began this life-long writing venture in the early 1870s. What awaits me now is to put it through an editing process plus create at least two additional sections, one of photos and the other a resource section. Then the ultimate goal will be to publish it for other readers to enjoy. Hopefully this will lead me to register for an ISBN number so that the book will make its way to the Library of Congress at some point.

On May 29, 2014, it will have been 145 years since Lachlan, his mother, Catherine MacKay McLennan, two sisters, Kate and Mary, a brother, Evan, and a brother-in-law, Hugh, left Corntown on the lush green Black Isle in the Scottish Highlands on May 29, 1869. They arrived in Kewanee, Illinois on June 26, 1869 where they stayed with dear friends. Six months later, Lachlan boarded the train at the Kewanee Depot and headed west to Brooklyn, Iowa. He writes, “As I walked out from Brooklyn Christmas Day to the home of my sister [Isabella immigrated at a prior time] about nine miles north, I thought the country bleak and uninviting and my prospect did not make a very favorable impression on me.  I was so blue that I regretted coming out to Iowa but I never, after this feeling wore away, regretted it since.”

Researching Poweshiek and Benton County records and perusing old maps of those counties will be part of my next endeavor for the resource section of the autobiography. If you have tidbits pertaining to records or old maps, I would love to be in touch with you. Please check in with me from time to time to see where I am on this journey to honor my Great-Grandfather Lachlan!

A Book Review: Across the Savage Sea

Across the Savage Sea

Across the Savage Sea

Always looking for an inspirational story, I couldn’t help but purchase Across the Savage Sea by Maude Fontenoy, copyright 2004, from a local library’s used bookstore. For the price of $1, I eagerly paid for this book and added it to the autobiographical section of my bookcase.

Maude Fontenoy is a French woman who at the age of 25 set a personal goal to be the first woman to successfully row a boat across the Atlantic Ocean. She managed this as a solo voyager, unsupported except for weather and navigation reports via phone contact. What makes her feat even more intriguing is that she opted not to take the route considered easier, the southern route, but rather to cross the Atlantic along the daunting northern route, notorious for its brutal storms. Even more unconventional, she decided to row from west to east.

Maude took a leave from her Paris real estate agency business, gained some financial support through sponsors to supplement her personal funds, and traveled to Newfoundland, joining her boat that was shipped in a freight crate. Maude’s boat had been christened back in France as, Pilot, for one of her sponsors was the Pilot pen company. Once the Pilot was meticulously assembled to its 24-foot length and her four-months of provisions carefully stowed, Maude’s final preparations revolved around tracking favorable weather conditions, earmarking the day to begin her journey, and savoring the last hot meal, comfy night’s slumber, and warm shower that she’d dearly miss for an extended time.

On June 13, 2003, Maude shoved off the coast of Newfoundland, Canada, from Saint-Pierre and Miquelon, not to set foot on terra firma again for nearly four months. In her book she shares captivating details about the insurmountable strength, both physically and mentally, that were absolute necessities to remain focused and ultimately succeed. Amazingly, just in one storm of the many that she encountered, she and her boat withstood 17 capsizings!  Finally, 117 days after leaving Newfoundland, she stepped foot onto land at La Coruna, Spain, on October 9, 2003 to be welcomed by her family, friends, and supporters.

While Across the Savage Sea is a quick read of 149 pages, I found it thrilling. What I appreciate the most was learning of Maude’s tenacity, courage, and very determined will. In some fashion I can relate to her story. My husband, Steve, rode his bicycle across the United States in 2005 over a 79-day journey. While riding a bicycle with two wheels in contact with the land beneath him was extremely different than rowing across an ocean, I still witnessed his tenacity, courage, and very determined will to accomplish his personal goal, electing to enjoy his journey mainly solo and unsupported.

What I am reminded in reading this book, is that we are all on a journey! Perhaps not rowing across the Atlantic, but we each have our own unique journey through life and our very own story!

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