As if enduring the Dust Bowl Days and Great Depression were not enough, grasshoppers were an additional problem during the 1930s. To battle the pests and ultimately save his alfalfa crop, Orlie White began raising turkeys on his Kearny County farm located on the north shore of Lake McKinney. According to a story written by his wife, Prudence, “turkeys were the best grasshopper catchers in the world.”
Orlie had a dealership with Red Wing Hatcheries in California for ‘broad-breasted turkeys,’ an improved meat bird. The turkeys would arrive by freight train, each one taught to drink water, and then put in heated brooder houses for the first few months. The first year White built three brooder houses for 1,000 poults. These brooder houses were on skids so they could be pulled by horse or tractor to fresh ground and a new supply of grasshoppers every two to three days. Later three more houses were added, and the number of poults increased to 2,100. In summer, portable roosts were built as turkeys “have a yen” to be put out in the open at night. To keep coyotes, coons and other predators at bay, lighted lanterns and sometimes even flares were put around the turkeys and someone slept near the turkeys each night.
The World War II draft resulted in a shortage of hired help, and White’s turkey business ended by 1942. It had been a profitable enterprise with White marketing his birds for the Thanksgiving and Christmas season at Swift’s plant in Garden City.
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Veteran’s Display Update



Trick or Treat!
WE’RE BACK! VISIT US ON THE WHITE HOUSE PORCH HALLOWEEN NIGHT FROM 6 TO 8 P.M. AND GET A BAG OF GOODIES FOR YOUR LITTLE ONES! HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!
Book Signing Oct. 20 at Cottonwood Coffeehouse
Kearny County Museum and Cottonwood Coffeehouse are pleased to present Stephen R. Morefield, author of the newly released novel, But the Blood, a true story based on America’s bloodiest county seat war in Wichita County, Kansas in the 1800s. This book signing will be Thursday, October 20, at 5 p.m. at Cottonwood Coffeehouse, Main Street, Lakin, Kansas.
Mr. Morefield will deliver a short talk about his book, share some artifacts from the fight and have books available to purchase. Refreshments will be served. So mark your calendar and plan to join us!
You can learn more about Morefield’s book by visiting: https://www.facebook.com/leotivscoronadobook.
Summer Youth Scavenger Hunts
Board members re-elected to two-year terms
With the cancellation of the 2020, 2021 and 2022 Annual Meetings, the Kearny County Historical Society has retained the same board members since the 2019 elections except for filling the spots of Dave Horner and Cary Henderson after their resignations. The board decided this year that KCHS members should have the opportunity to vote and included a ballot in the spring newsletter. All ballots had to be returned by April 25.
The following board members were all re-elected for two-year terms: Karen Burden, Joe Eskelund, Robbie McCombs, Bob Price, John White and Marilyn Wolfe. The remaining board members will be up for re-election next year.
At the April board meeting, Donna Neff was appointed to complete the unexpired term of Ginger Hartman on the KCHS board. Ginger had served on the board since 2016.
Pioneer Day Returns to Kearny County Museum





Irishman made his mark in Kansas history

A Glimpse of Frontier Living by Tillie Davies Copeland Pt. 2
For judicial purposes, this part of the country was connected with Dodge City, and F.L. Pierce was appointed justice of the peace in case something should happen that would require court proceedings. Pierce had come out from Iowa and located on a homestead a quarter of a mile west from Mrs. Davies. He and his wife didn’t escape any of the hardships that their neighbors were enduring, but they, like the rest, made the best of the hard times, stayed with their claim, proved it up and got their patent from Uncle Sam.

Everyone seemed peaceable, and living on their claims without any fear, never locking their homes when leaving or their doors at night. It would seem they were free from anything that would call for fear. But one night a change came. The Santa Fe railroad brought in a gang of men together with their boarding cars in which they ate and slept. Their work was to replace the iron rails with steel. These men would spend the evenings in any place of business that was open.
One evening, a group of them gathered in Mr. Brackett’s store. For some reason, not made known, one man made an attack on a man sitting in a chair. He had a knife his his hand just ready to strike the man in the chair, when the man drew a revolver, fired, hitting him in the head, causing instant death. There was a young man from Lakin in the room at the time, a nice boy, a harmless chap by the name of James Boyle. They called him “Prairie Dog Jim.” So when the man fell to the floor, Jim ran to help him if he could and in trying to help he got blood all over his hands. About the time someone thought papers should be gotten out against the man who fired the shot, so they told Jim to go find Mr. Pierce, the justice of the peace, and bring him to town.
On the way to where Mr. Pierce lived, Jim had to pass the home of Mrs. Davies. When he reached her home he thought he would stop and get his directions a little better, so he rapped at her door, as usual she called, “Who is there?” “Prairie Dog Jim,” was the reply. Well, no one was afraid of Jim so she opened the door and there he stood, as it looked to her he was blood all over, and she became frightened, and in his excitement he kept trying to tell her what had happened, until he seemed beside himself. And she was really frightened by now.
She asked, “What do you want?” He said, “Mr. Pierce, the justice of the peace.” She replied, “He lives up west – go on.” And she locked her door, went to bed, but not to sleep. She was afraid he would come back and she didn’t know how much of his story was truth. He might be the murderer and come back to do her harm because she had seen him in that condition, and so her thoughts continued until the rays of light began to lighten the eastern sky.
It was not all fun by any means for the pioneers to obtain a home even if it was given to them by their Uncle Sam.

A Glimpse of Frontier Living by Tillie Davies Copeland Pt. 1
People coming from the east to Western Kansas in the late 1870s and early 1880s felt sure they had reached a land, where, by labor, they could turn it into a Paradise. As they looked across the rolling plains for miles and miles with not a mountain or hill to obscure their sight and away in the distance they could often see herds of buffalo and antelope as well as cattle and wild horses browsing the grass and as the song goes, “The skies are not cloudy all day.” But things did not remain in this condition for long.
Hunters came in and killed the buffalo by the score, sometimes taking only the hide to sell, leaving the rest of the animal for the coyotes and other wild animals to eat. Whole herds of wild horses were walking until they became so weary and footsore that they could be driven into a corral and captured and sold.
When these newcomers were informed that the United States Government would give each settler of age 21, 160 acres of land as a homestead if they would plant and cultivate a certain number of acres of land, build a house and live on it for five years, “My, how wonderful,” they thought. Why, it was just so grand! To get a home for so little.
Mrs. Davis and family who had come out from Chicago recently was one of these and they secured a nice homestead one-half of a mile west of Lakin. They built a little two room house, but there was no water or fuel, except as they picked up coal along the railroad track, go to the river a mile away and gather wood or picked up buffalo chips where were quite plentiful. Carrying water half a mile was a hard task, so she had a man about 25 years old, single, come and dig a well. He turned out to be quite an interesting character to her. His name was Jerry Curran and he said he was from Hot Springs, Va., the same place Mrs. Davies had spent her girlhood days.
Mr. Curran dug the well and got a nice supply of water, that was still there as long as Mrs. Davies knew anything about the place. Next, being anxious to live up to the regulations of the government, she planted some potatoes but they failed to come up. It was so dry. Just no rain at all. In the fall she thought she would like to see just what the potatoes looked like so she found they had never as much as sprouted.
Those poor settlers found they paid price enough for their land by the time the five years had ended.
