Trails to the Farm, Part 3

Note:  The historical/genealogical facts and statements here are based on mountains of research that I conducted from 1998 to date.  The book “Prairie Paths” was written based on this research and facilitated greatly by the research and findings by Bonner Ruff.  His prior work made my research easy, especially with the advent of the internet and!

And to my  mother’s dismayed question, “Are you just naturally nosey?!!!”, a resounding YESSSSS!!!! Finding new clues and documents and letters just feed the fire.  I have a detective’s heart and canNOT help myself!  🙂


Preparations began for the trip west. Charles Henry, the oldest child, who was eleven, recalls the family’s parting from Pennsylvania.

How anxious we boys were for the dray-man who took our baggage. I shall never forget how Grandmother Gephhart put her arms about my shoulder and wept and bade me promise to come back to see her when I became a man, and I can still feel the pat Grandmother Stevens gave me on the shoulder we never saw them again, though they lived to be very old. Arriving at the train, Grandfather Stevens saw us placed as Mother wept, and then without a word stalked out of the coach, our last sight of him. Charles Henry Ruff

But the children, being children must’ve been excited.  Not only were they riding a train for the very first time but they were going to live in a new state!

Their arrival three to four days later in Larned was met by Charles who was surely as anxious to see them as they were to see the wild, new plains they would be inhabiting.  The story goes that they boarded the new lumber wagon and set off for new adventures.  One of their daughters recorded,

We were jubilant over the fun of riding after this manner and every bump added to our merriment.  We traveled until nightfall, over the old trail.  We stopped at what was called the halfway house, stayed all night and in the morning resumed our journey.  Father was constantly calling mother’s attention to the wonders of the new, new country, and mother declaring she had seen nothing yet.-Mabel Ruff Thomson

Charles Ruff circa 1915

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5 Responses to Trails to the Farm, Part 3

  1. Kathy LN says:

    great job…will enjoy watching you learn how to blog. I’ve got to try your soup recipe too.


  2. The Queen says:

    You do realize that many of my recipes originate with the Lupfer cousins?! 🙂 me learning to blog will if nothing else be entertaining…


  3. Myna Copeland says:

    I love, love, love the history! It breaks my heart for the grandparents to never see their grandchildren again. It is hard to comprehend in this day and time. I am so thankful for all the information that I have on my family. I wouldn’t feel complete without it. And yes, I am nosey too about what went on in our families. Whether good or bad, that is what makes us who we are. That’s life.


  4. The Queen says:

    You are so right! These stories are what makes us US! Big Boss thinks it’s hilarious that I am now one of those ladies from The Hysterical/Historical Society that he and Rasco used to run from! Serves him right.


  5. MYNA says:

    We actually have a Coke County Genealogy Society. It started about a year ago and we have a lot of fun ” diggin up bones!”


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