The Rice family and the territory of Kansas

From 1858 to 1926, a period of 48 years, Kansas was essentially the “home state” for our Rice family. 

Our immigrant ancestors, Edmund and Thomasine Rice, arrived on the United States continent in Massachusetts about 1638, possibly Sudbury. Through a period of nine or ten generations the family migrated from eastern Massachusetts, through New York, and on into Kansas, arriving some two hundred years later, in 1858. The first to arrive in this prairie state when it was just beginning to find its rightful place in our nation was Julia Martha [Potter] Rice along with her mother Julia Geraldine [Turner] Potter, and her two sons Edward and Francis.

Julia in an autobiography describes the move.

Julia’s autobiography

My marriage was an unhappy one.  I left my home March 5, 1854.  Edward Potter Rice, my oldest child was born Sept 2, 1851.  Francis Jay was born Nov. 27, 1853.

     My cousin Armina Turner, spent a year with me and when I left Logansport I accompanied her to her father’s home in Janesville, O., where I spent ten months and united with the Market St. church, Rev. L. G. Leonard, pastor.  I returned to Logansport and took Eddie, who had remained with his father, and proceeded to Fond du Lac, Wis. whither my uncle had removed.  When I left Logansport my mother’s home was with cousin Mary Wilson until her death, Sept 18, 1854.  In the spring of 1856 my mother came to uncle’s.  In the spring of 1857 she with myself and two children went to Belleville, Canada, and spent sixteen months with Aunt Pamelia Jones (mother’s sister) and family, Uncles Gideon and Benjamin Turner’s families.  I taught school six months during our stay there. In Oct. 1858 we came to Jefferson Co. Kansas, where my Uncle Harry was then living.  In the spring of 1859, I commenced a select school in Oskaloosa.  I boarded one term in Mr Macomber’s family.  Then with Mr. Benton’s family, till Jan. 1860 when I rented rooms where I kept house and taught, my mother and little boys coming from uncle’s to live with me.  I purchased lots and contracted with Mr. Benton to build a house.  We moved into it in May, 1860, where I continued teaching.

     Oct. 28^th 1860 my beloved Eddie died of typhoid fever after an illness of ten days.

     In 1865 I bought property in Topeka with money from my father’s estate.  We moved there Aug. 1^st.  I taught a select school four months, then in the public school a few weeks; was taken ill and resigned.  In the spring of 1866 I commenced keeping boarders.  I lived in Topeka twelve years, moved to Valley Falls with Frank in 1877. Dec. 6^th. My mother died on Jan 17, 1875 and was buried in Oskaloosa by the side of Eddie.

Francis married Rose Heiz Hefty in Valley Falls, Kansas and their three children, Edna, Zelda, and Leslie, were born in the State. At the beginning of the 20^th century, Francis retired from the ministry and the entire family removed to a small farm in northwestern Arkansas. 

In 1912 Leslie Rice and his new wife, Grace Rich Rice, moved to Garnett, Kansas, and then onto several other locations as Leslie changed administrative positions. In this state, four of their five children were born.

In 1926 Leslie and Grace and the four children left Kansas and moved to Sherwood, North Dakota where their youngest child, Lawrence, was born. Leslie and Grace did not renew their residence in Kansas, and never left North Dakota. Both are buried at Mott, North Dakota.  Our Rice family has since remained expatriates to the state of Kansas.

Kansas

A)    Oskaoosa (as of 2010 population was 1113):
Julia Martha Rice, her mother Julia G. Potter, and her two sons, Edward and Francis moved to Oskaloosa in 1860. Here Julia Martha built a house and settled in as a teacher.  The same year her son Eddie died of typhoid fever and is buried in the Pleasant View Cemetery.

B)    Topeka (as of 2010 population was 127 473):
Julia Martha Rice
- Mother to Francis Jay Rice. Moved to Topeka from Oskaloosa, Kansas in 1865 together with her mother Julia G. Potter and her son Francis Jay Rice.
- Francis Jay Rice studied at Washburn College where he received his ministerial degree. He moved from Topeka in 1876 to become a minister at Valley Falls, Kansas (C).
- Julia G. Potter died in Topeka in 1875 and was buried at Pleasant View Cemetery in Oskaloosa beside her grandson Eddie Rice.

- Dorothy Frances Rice, daughter of Leslie and Grace Rice was born in Topeka on March 28, 1915

C)    Valley Falls (as of 2010 population was 1192)::
- Francis J. Rice began his ministry at the Baptist Church in 1877.
- Rose Heiz Hefty moved here with her foster family from New Glarus, Wisconsin in 1866. Here she met Francis Rice in 1876, and they were married in the Baptist Church in 1880. In 1882 they moved to Augusta, Kansas.

D)    Augusta (as of 2010 population was 9274): Edna Rice (June 3, 1883) and Zelda Rice (June 7, 1885) were born in Augusta.

E)     Salem (as of 2010 population was 249): Leslie Francis Rice was born here on March 7, 1889. This is very likely in error. Salem as his birthplace is mentioned in the obituary for Leslie Rice, as well as in notes belonging to Virginia Rice Bohn. Topeka is named as his birthplace in Leslie’s application to study at U. of North Dakota and also in his draft notice.  I assume that the info in the obit comes from Virginia who was probably in error. The birthdate is, however, correct.

F)     Francis Jay Rice, Rose Rice, and their three children moved to a small farm north of Siloam Springs, Arkansas. It was here that Leslie met his wife, Grace Rich, who lived several miles east of the farm. Francis and Rose are buried in Siloam Springs

G)    Ottawa (as of 2010 population was 12 649): Leslie F. Rice achieved his Bachelor of Science degree at Ottawa University. Graduated in 1911

H)    Garnett, Kansas (as of 2010 population was 3415). Leslie and Grace Rice moved here in 1912. Here was their first residence in Kansas. Leslie taught school here from 1912 to 1914

I)       McDonald (as of 2010 population was 160):  Franklin Jay Rice was born here on May 19, 1918. Leslie Rice was superintendent of schools here from 1916 to 1919

J)       Norcatur (as of 2010 population was 151): Virginia Rice was born here Oct. 7, 1920. Leslie Rice was superintendent of schools here from 1919 to 1921

K)    Colby (as of 2010 population was 5387):  Mildred Rose Rice was born here on Jan. 18, 1923. Leslie F. Rice was superintendent of schools here from 1921 to 1924

Take The Time

Recently I received a package of photos and mementoes from my Uncle Joe Ebertz. In his kindness, he sent the package to me in case the enclosed items might be of value towards researching the Rice family history.  The intention was confirmed by the contents which consisted of several photo albums, some letters, and numerous loose pictures, all once owned by our grandfather Leslie Rice and later preserved with care by our Aunt Millie Ebertz. 

However, much to my disappointment, nothing within the package was dated, or identified. And even though everything was preserved with care, all is pretty much unusable, except maybe for general historical reasons.  Very little contributes to remembering our Rice family members of the past.

The pictures mounted by Granddad Rice are all to naught. He didn’t take the time to label, date, or name them.  And yet, these must have been important to him. And they certainly would have helped us to better describe and remember our Grandfather.

I won’t destroy these.  Everything will be passed on. Until, someday, someone will ask the question “why?”

Our memories are neither permanent, nor decipherable to others unless put on paper or recorded on some device. What we remember, what we have experienced, that which was a part of our lives, both important and trifle will be long gone if it is not preserved for the future.

Just the other day, while browsing through the internet in search of long lost relatives, I ran across this silly little poem.  Silly in the sense that it doesn’t have poetic literary recognition, and probably never will. But it sends a message, to you and me.

Strangers in the Box 

By Pamela A. Harazim

Come, look with me inside this drawer, 

In this box I've often seen, 

At the pictures, black and white, 

Faces proud, still, serene. 

I wish I knew the people, 

These strangers in the box, 

Their names and all their memories 

Are lost among my socks. 

I wonder what their lives were like.

How did they spend their days? 

What about their special times? 

I'll never know their ways. 

If only someone had taken time 

To tell who, what, where, when, 

These faces of my heritage 

Would come to life again. 

Could this become the fate

Of the pictures we take today? 

The faces and the memories 

Someday to be tossed away? 

Make time to save your pictures, 

Seize the opportunity when it knocks, 

Or someday you and yours could be

The strangers in the box.

A sad truth is reflected by this poem. Granddad Leslie Rice’s pictures have now become  “strangers in the box”.

Take the time… record what we remember.  It’s easy. Use a video camera or a cell phone and record things you remember from times past.  Going to school, a school teacher, a childhood friend, your home and house, going swimming, graduation, your  first job, your mom, your dad….. the possibilities are endless.  The value is beyond measurement.

Source:
The poem is copywrited by © 1997 by Pamela A. Harazim.

Oak Hill Cemetery at Siloam Springs

Oak Hill Cemetery

Julia Martha Rice was born on July 11, 1826 in Mayville, New York, a picturesque, comfortable village on the shores of Lake Chautauqua, not too far from Lake Erie.  Julia was a devout Baptist, values and beliefs which she passed on to her only surviving son.

One can easily surmise Julia’s life as being characterized by difficulties and challenges above and beyond what most of us experience today. As a young girl, she experienced the difficulties of a psychologically disturbed father. As a young anticipatory mother, she married and then later divorced an apparently dominant, and in her mind, unbearable Gilbert Rice.  Taking her two boys in the middle of the night, first to Ohio, then Canada, and at last to frontier Kansas, Julia arrived at Oskaloosa, Kansas in 1860 only to experience the death of her oldest son Edward in October of that same year.

In a short autobiography, Julia writes:
“I was born July 11, 1826 in Mayville, Chautauqua Co. N.Y. I attended school most of my life in my native village, except the summer of 1839 when I attended the Academy in Fredonia.  The winter of ’39 – ’40 I spent with my parents at my sister’s in Logansport, Ind. Where I attended a select school.  The following fall I went with my parents on a visit to my father’s parents residing at Plymouth Hollow, Conn.  They died soon after. In the summer of 1840 my father had an attack of insanity, caused by a fall from a horse when he was (9) nine years of age.  The attack lasted six weeks.  The following year it came on earlier and lasted longer, and the same way each succeeding year till it became permanent.  He died in Utica Insane Asylum Feb. 25, 1848.

…..

In Nov. 1840 I was baptized in Chautauqua Lake by Rev. Orrion (?) Dodge and united with the Baptist church of which Mr. Dodge was pastor.

…..

On Oct 5, 1845 I was married in Mayville to Gilbert J. Rice of Logansport where I went to reside.  My marriage was an unhappy one.  I left my home March 5, 1854.  Edward Potter Rice, my oldest child was born Sept 2, 1851.  Francis Jay was born Nov. 27, 1853.

(Julia, her mother and the two boys lived in Belleville, Canada for 16 months before traveling on to her uncle’s pioneer home in Jefferson County, Kansas.)

In the spring of 1857 she with myself and two children went to Belleville Canada, and spent sixteen months with Aunt Pamela Jones (mother’s sister) and family, Uncles Gideon and Benjamin Turner’s families.  I taught school six months during our stay there.  In Oct. 1858 we came to Jefferson Co. Kansas, where my Uncle Harry was then living. In the spring of 1859, I commenced a select school in Oskaloosa.  I boarded one term in Mr Macomber’s family. Then with Mr. Benton’s family, till Jan. 1860 when I rented rooms where I kept house and taught, my mother and little boys coming from uncle’s to live with me.  I purchased lots and contracted with Mr. Benton to build a house.  We moved into it in May, 1860, where I continued teaching.

Oct. 28^th 1860 my beloved Eddie died of typhoid fever after an illness of ten days.

In 1865 I bought property in Topeka with money from my father’s estate.  We moved there Aug. 1^st.  I taught a select school four months, then in the public school a few weeks;  I was taken ill and resigned.  In the spring of 1866 I commenced keeping boarders.  I lived in Topeka Twelve years, moved to Valley Falls with Frank in 1877 Dec. 6^th. My mother died on Jan 17, 1875 and was buried in Oskaloosa by the side of Eddie.”

In a letter to be opened only upon her death, Julia wrote on her birthdays (the underlining and quotation marks are Julia’s):

On July 11, 1896
My Dear Frank,
     Today completes my threescore years and ten of life!  God has been very good to me.  He has not dealt with me in according to my sins!  “The mistakes of my life have been many, the sins of my heart have been more!”  I cannot now expect to tarry long on earth.  I hope I may not be wait with patience my appointed time to go and dwell with loved ones on the other shore.”

On July 11, 1897
Another year of my life has Gone!  I wish I may grow wiser and better as life wears away!

On July 11, 1899
Two more years of my life have passed.  May I fulfill the purpose for which my life is spent.

On July 11, 1900
Another year has passed.  I would wait patiently the days of my appointed time.  I realize my strength is growing weaker.

On July 11, 1901
Seventy five years of my life completed.  How long O LORD, terriest thou?

Julia Martha Potter Rice died at Fernbrook Farm on October 15, 1906. “Sometime we’ll understand”. 

She is buried at Oak Hill Cemetery, Siloam Springs.

Francis Jay Rice died at Fernbrook Farm on March 27, 1936.  He was 82 years old.

Francis was buried beside his mother in the Oak Hill Cemetery of Siloam Springs, Arkansas.

According to his death certificate, Francis died of cerebral arteriosclerosis (hardening of the arteries) leading to a hemorrhagic stroke. There was no autopsy.

Francis Jay Rice was born in Logansport, Indiana on November 27, 1853. (One of the reasons for the picture of Logansport at the beginning of this blog.)

Rose Heiz Hefty Rice died at Fernbrook Farm on March 23, 1945. She died of coronary arrest.

A view of Oak Hill Cemetery. The stones of the Rice family are side by side in the foreground. The stone for Francis Jay Rice and Rose Rice is on the left. Julia M. Rice is on the right.

The entrance to the cemetery is at the upper left-hand corner.

Sources:
Photographs by Norman W. Mills. July 2007
Obituaries are from local newspapers at Siloam Springs, Arkansas
Letter written by Julia M. Rice in regards to her death. Copies in my possession. Location of originals unknown.
Autobiography by Julia M. Rice from Autobiography by Francis J. Rice written probably in 1905.

Photographs from Fernbrook Farm

The following photographs are scanned from an album owned by Leslie F. Rice:

Rose Rice and her sister Kate

Kate or Katherine Heiz was born in Glarus (or Ruti), Switzerland on April 28, 1850. She immigrated with her father Schneider Balthasar Heiz and her mother Anne Maria Vogeli Heiz to New Glarus, Wisconsin in May of 1852.

Other members of the family were:
Balthasar. Born in Ruti, Switzerland in 1847.
Maria. Born in New Glarus, Wisconsin in 1855. She died in 1929 at Monroe, Wisconsin.
And, of course, Rose, born in New Glarus in 1857.

Zelda Magdalina Rice.  Zelda was the second of three children born to Leslie and Grace [Rich] Rice. She was born in Augusta, Kansas on June 7, 1885.  

Zelda was in poor health most of her life, asthma, and thus lived in Phoenix, Arizona for many years. She never married, and her heart and soul were always a part of Fernbrook Farm.

Zelda died in Phoenix of pneumonia at the age of 60 on October 8, 1945. 

Rose [Heiz, Hefty] Rice

Zelda Rice

Katherine Heiz

Francis J. Rice together with his son Leslie holding the first grandchild, Dorothy.  Picture probably taken in 1916.

Rose and Francis at Fernbrook Farm

In August 1903 Francis and Rose purchased a small farm in the Ozark Mountains of Arkansas, about eight miles north of Siloam Springs. 

The dairy farm was hidden in a fertile mountain landscape, surrounded by an impenetrable barrier of brushes and trees. Quietly making its way through this tangle of nature flowed an insistent, but insignificant stream, Little Flint Creek, shallow and small enough to cross, but rocky enough to require caution. From the fern covered sides by the water, Francis and Rose took the name of their new home, Fernbrook Farm.

By this time, Francis had retired from the ministry, although on occasion he continued to preach from the pulpit. Living with their parents were the three children: Edna, Zelda, and Leslie.

Lake Flint Creek

This picture virtually describes the beautiful Ozark area north of Siloam Springs. The lake shown here is from a manmade dam blocking the flows of the Little Flint Creek. It was constructed years after Francis and Rose settled in the area and possibly covers some of what was once Fernbrook Farm.

Early in life Francis was diagnosed as having glaucoma and in around 1877 he lost the sight of one eye.  While serving in Marysville, Kansas he began to have trouble with the other eye and by January 1910, after having retired, Francis was entirely blind.

Of their time on the farm Rose wrote in her autobiography of June 30, 1937:

“We celebrated fifty-five wedding anniversaries at twenty-six of which he was entirely blind.  But do not think of him as a decrepit old blind man. He adapted himself wonderfully well to his condition.  With the help that the family could give him, he learned to read the embossed type.  He had two magazines a month and lots of books.  He had his typewriter and could write to his friends, he frequently preached at neighboring churches and school-houses, he was interested in the farm, he purchased some registered Jerseys and he could find them anywhere.  He could tell a pedigreed animal from the grades.  Not until the spring of 1935 when his hands became palsied, did he become a care in the family.  He was then in his 82^nd year and on March 27, 1936 he passed away.  We laid him beside his mother in beautiful Oak Hill Cemetery.”

In March of 1904, Julia Martha Rice moved to Fernbrook Farm to live in the care of her son and daughter-in-law. It was during the autumn of 1902 that her eyes also began to fail and within the year she too was blind. Julia died on the farm on October 15, 1906.

Francis and Rose had three children (from left to right): 

Zelda Magdalina, born June 7, 1885 at Augusta, Kansas,


Leslie Francis, born March 7, 1889 at Salem, Kansas.

Edna Julia, born June 3, 1883 at Augusta, Kansas.  

The picture was taken a few years before moving to Fernbrook Farm.

The small dairy farm was a struggle, but was able to help their three children to collegiate educations. All three followed professionally in their Grandmother Julia’s footsteps. They were all teachers.

It was while living on the farm that Leslie Rice met Grace Rich from neighboring Gentry, a beautiful dark hair girl who was to be his future wife and mother to the first generation Rice Kids.

Fernbrook Farm

These pictures are scanned from a photo album owned by Leslie F. Rice. This particular page in his handwriting shows Fernbrook at different stages.

The pictures on the left hand side of the page are of the farm when it was first purchased in 1904. The picture at the right hand corner are from after a new house was built.

Northwest corner of Arkansas

A) Springtown, Arkansas.  This tiny community of 87 individuals (2010), four miles east of Gentry, Arkansas, was the hometown of Grace Lora Rich.  Grace married Leslie F. Rice on August 24, 1912.
B) Gentry, Arkansas. About 5 miles west of Fernbrook Farm. Population was over 3000 in 2010.  Here Edna, Zelda, and Leslie obtained their grade school and high school educations.
C) Fernbrook Farm. The placement on the map is only approximate.
D) Siloam Springs.  In the Oak Hill cememtery in this community of 15 000 are buried Julia, Francis, and Rose Rice.  Siloam Springs is about 12 miles south of Fernbrook, or about 8 miles as the crow flies or by road which existed in 1910.

Sources:
Map of Arkansas. Retrieved from Google. August 2012
Population figures: Retrieved from Wikipedia. August 2012
Photographs: Personal collection

Francis to Rose, Dec. 25, 1880

The following letter was written by Francis J. Rice to his future wife three days before they were married on December 28, 1880 at Valley Falls, Kansas.

Previously, we have been made aware of the conflicts between Rose and her family concerning her marriage to Francis, a minister of Baptist convictions which were in direct conflict with the Swiss Evangelical Reform beliefs of the family Hefty.  In this letter, this conflict really comes to life as Francis tries to both comfort Rose, encourage her, and at the same time attempt to avoid open conflict at the wedding.

Throughout history, conflicts caused by religious beliefs and practices are quite evident at all levels, be it international, national, local, familiar, or between loved ones. Strange, when one assumes that the essential postulates of most religions, at least those of Christian faith, are love, and tolerance, with a focus on the Savior Christ, as opposed to theological details and practices.  If not all of us, most of us, have experienced such conflicts on a personal level. As a kid and adult, such things were a part of my life in regards to conflicts between Protestants and Catholics, as well as nonbelievers and Catholics.  Unbelievable!

Frank’s words truly describe the immense hurt Rose was feeling at the time and on an occasion which should have been one of elation with a joyous view of the future.

The following is a transcript of the above letter:

Dec. 25, 1880

Dear Rose
   Accept my Christmas compliments.
   I regret to say than(t) any change in the arrangements for the ceremony proves to be impracticable at so late an hour.  I should be glad to yield to your father’s wish if it were possible.  I think, however, if he thinks over it, he will see the impropriety of our leaving town to me married.  Such a procedure would reflect upon you and still more upon me, the more so because of my position as a minister.  I certainly could not consent to that.  I think it would be far better for your father and mother to remain at home from the church than that we should be married out of town.  I chose the church, not because I personally preferred it, but because it seemed to my judgment the most suitable place in view of all the circumstances.
   There are no invitations properly so-called, being given.
   No one but the members of the church are spoken to about it.
   Of course, the absence of your father and mother would create some comment.  Should they be present, there will be no comment on them nor on us.  And just this is the point in which suitableness of the church appears.  It will be a place where we can all meet and thus avoid all remark.  It is as just to one side as to the other, to us as to them.
   Personally I should much prefer the absence of your parents to their presence under protest.  But we must defer to public opinion.  And I hope and believe that one day this matter will right itself.
   I called last night at about 6 o’clock but found no one at home.
   If you wish, you may read or show this to your father as I shall not have time to call today.

                     Yours Ever
                     F. Rice
(over)

I visited Dr Bishop in St. Joseph yesterday morning.  He said my eyes looked and felt very well.  He claimed that a thorough examination would take several hours.  The interview was somewhat unsatisfactory as he left the room abruptly in the midst of it, without return.  I was compelled to leave during his absence in order to catch the train.

F.

(on a separate page is found the following)

Dear Rose
   Allow me a word or two privately.  The inclosed (sic.) letter is for your father to read, if you think best.
   Please prepare a list of names to whom you wish the printed announcements to be sent, also a list of those whom you wish spoken to and given the opportunity of being present on Tuesday at the church.  So far as possible I will see that they are notified.
   Do not be too much depressed.  There are some sad things about such a step as you and I are taking, but there are some – nay – many joyous things about it too.  There is some risk. But there are also possibilities of good.
   You know that “the course of true love does not run smooth”.  I feel deeply the expense at which you accept me, at which you turn from all others in life and cleave to me. May God help me to be true to you and to repay a little joy into your disturbed heart!

   Yours only and ever,
          Frank

If convenient, come down tomorrow prepared to stay over with us until evening.  My mother would like to talk with you.
        Fr.

In his letter, Francis states that: “There are no invitations properly so-called, being given.” Later, in his note to Rose he writes: “Please prepare a list of names to whom you wish the printed announcements to be sent...”  Distinguishing between invitations and announcements, below is a copy of the mentioned announcement sent to selected individuals in 1880-1881 announcing the wedding.

The placement of documents

In working with the Rice family history, I realize more and more that original documents in my possession should be made available to others with interest or connections to the family. I’m thinking both in terms of people with current Rice interests, but also of coming generations.

In my possession are letters, diaries, pictures, and over 15 volumes of research done by mother and myself. These do not actually belong to me, but belong to the Rice family.  Should any of our children, or grandchildren, or great-grandchildren, and so on, desire access to these documents in the future, the fact that they are in private possession, and in Norway, would make this difficult.

I am considering, therefore, of having these documents placed at a library which would both secure them properly, but also make them available to others, especially through the internet.  Possible locations for this are 1) the New England Historical and Genealogical Society library in Boston, 2) the North Dakota State Library at Bismarck or, 3) the Minnesota State Library at St. Paul.

The NEHGS library is one of the nation’s leading research centers for genealogist, housing millions of materials such as those in my possession.  I have spent numerous hours at the library and know well the professionalism of the staff, as well as their care of the materials. In addition, the library on a regular basis makes their material available through the internet.

On the other hand, the Rice family materials possibly belong better to the North Dakota library. However, I do not know the library, nor its ability to care for or digitalize the materials.  The library seems to focus on the history of North Dakota. I’m not sure how well  they do on the genealogical aspects.

Of course, another possibility is the Minnesota Historical Society at St. Paul, also an organization of competent people and practices.

Following are links to these libraries.

http://www.americanancestors.org

http://www.mnhs.org/

http://history.nd.gov/

Should any of the Rice Kids (or any of our readers) have an opinion in regard to this matter, I can be contacted at norman.mills@ist.com or a comment can be registered on The Rice Kids blog.