Sunday, March 8, 2009

The prettiest place in Kansas

John & I at our first house, On Kingman Rd,(dirt road) Greta, Dog from Humane soc Wichita

The beginning of 1969 I had never heard of Cedar Vale, did not have my college diploma yet, but I did have a 4 year old son, and a husband who had left and a new car that left with him. But I had been bless with stubbornness, and tenacity.
I had just enough in the way of finances to get me through the last 2 semesters of college and pay for a really inexpensive apartment for John and I. If John had not been the type of child who could entertain himself, I doubt I would have gone back to college. The past year and half he and I had the "Mommy needs to study" routine down to a fine science. This time we would just be in tighter quarters, and that was just fine with us. He had been sitting by my feet building great things with his blocks, match box cars, and army men for quite a while, now. I consoled him with the loss of his dad by promising him that we would have a home and a dog soon.

Now I just had to get that teaching certificate, and find a job somewhere. Now that I was alone, I had only one big desire, to raise my son in a small town like the one I grew up in. A place where he could run free and be safe, like my brothers and I and our big dog got to do.

To the placement office I would go every week and check out the job openings in Kansas and look them up on the old yellowed Kansas map on the wall. I had one other requisite, I wanted us to be close enough to drive home to see my parents on weekends. One day there was a card with the name of Cedar Vale in that wooden box. What a relaxing sounding place. Relaxing was something that had not been in my vocabulary for several years now. Two to three hours of sleep, an armful of books that weighed more than me, and walking 10 miles a day (I am sure) across a campus was my life. One problem, there was NO Cedar Vale on the map. No one knew where it was. Now was the time for serendipity to enter my life, and it would.

Since it was just the 2 of us, we were free to travel, so we did. We would take trips every now and then with a girl friend from school to Kingman to see my Uncle Jack, who was the Game Warren for Kingman County. She would then pick us up Sunday afternoon and head back to Pittsburg. One weekend, after I got a car, John and I drove out to see Uncle Jack by ourselves. When it came time to leave, Uncle Jack told me I had to take a different route to see the prettiest part of Kansas he had ever seen. He laid the map out on the kitchen table and started showing me the route south, then east . . . just then I saw the area marked CedarVale!! Now it was settled, I would take that route through Winfield, then Arkansas City and turn east. I was enjoying the scenery, that was for sure. I saw a sign that let me know Cedar Vale would be coming up. I will never forget that moment I was a top a hill and looking down at this little town. I woke John from his sleep in the back seat. I told him that was the town we were going to live in. He rubbed his eyes and asked if we would get his dog then. He was not going to let me forget.

The next day, I headed for the placement office to get the information from the Cedar Vale card. I wrote a letter that day to Ed Treadway, superintendent. It was probably 2 to 3 weeks later that I met Mr Treadway. I remember wearing my very best black mini skirt (minis were all I had, it was the style). It was a beautiful spring day. After he and I talked, he took me around town to meet some of the board members. He said we would run into them. Nothing formal, I liked that just fine. I met Mr and Mrs Snyder, that they were the cutest couple I had ever seen. She was so small, he was so tall. We went to the Hill Top (I think that was the name) and met people who were there. There was a guy about my age at the bar eating, I noticed he turned to look at me. The thought that went through my mind, at least there is someone my age here, had not seen any yet. Then Mr Treadway showed me some houses that were available. I had always loved cape cod houses, and there was one. It was on a dirt road, a road that actually went north and south. I headed back that afternoon to Pittsburg, could not wait to tell John. We had a house, a job, and a town to live in. All in a days work.

We moved into the house in August of 1969, adopted a dog in Wichita, and unpacked. We were ready to start a new life. We were ready to make new friends. We on our way to make memories that would last us a life time. We would leave Cedar Vale, eventually, with sadness, with a new last name, and a new baby sister. The time in between, was priceless. The people we came to know where wonderful. My little boy ran free and safe, and grew, in a little town that was hard to find on a map, but was found by the love my Uncle had for Kansas, and I firmly believe the love of a high power. We would not change it or want to. We can tell people, we lived in Cedar Vale, Kansas. The prettiest place in Kansas.

10 comments:

Phil Foust said...

Iris, there is no doubt in my mind but that you finding Cedar Vale ... was a reciprocally fortunate time for the little town in the valley. Thank you for a wonderful blog!

Gary White said...

Beautifully done, Iris. It makes me wonder just what your connection might be with a CVHS classmate of mine--Roy Walkinshaw (CVHS 1955). Can you inform us, please?

Perhaps those who are closer to the old burg might already know, but some of us check in from all over the world and "inquiring minds want to know".

DFCox said...

OH YES, That was worth waiting for Iris. I know you have working up to this for awhile. It's worth the wait and I can guess there will be some more installments since you left some unresolved issues in your blog. I'll leave you to answer Gary's question but I bet it has something to do with the young person at the hilltop.

Anonymous said...

Do you work for the CV Chamber of Commerce? If not, you should. Thanks for a great story. Roy was a good friend of mine. Any relation?

Anonymous said...

A great story about CV and the sentiments of my husband, JT. Every time we first see the "stand pipe" he says "Are you sure you don't own a farm here". Before his first visit, he always assumed all of Kansas was flat. Maybe Iris is related to Nellie Walkinshaw ? Nellie graduated with my Mother, Nadine Pate, the class of 1925.

Iris (Tew) Walkinshaw said...

Nellie was my mother-in-law. I married Jock.

Gary White said...

Yes, I remember Jock. He is Roy's little brother. I can almost see a tow-headed kid that was around in the background.

Don Shaffer said...

Iris, your poignant story has touched many hearts, including mine! You have such a way with words! However, your "way with life" is even more inspiring!

What fond memories I have of Roy, Jock, and Nellie! Roy and I attended K.U. at the same time. He had natural instincts as an athlete and as I remember, he because a physical therapist. I remember Jock, working for Maurice at Smith's Grocery and eventually becoming the owner! He had a happy-go-lucky stride with a winsome smile and voice beneath that ("crew-cut?") shock of blond hair! Nellie was such a friend of my mother, Louise Shaffer. In fact, she was a friend to all of us. She gave a Bible to Shirley and me when we got married! Although not used as much as it should be, its pages are still being turned! I regret that I didn't get to know you but at least I got a glimpse of you in your wonderful story!

Your description of Cedar Vale, the coming and the going, is reflective of the strength and beauty of your life and yourself! Iris, have you ever thought about "writing?" If you ever publish a book, I'll buy it! Thanks again, for sharing a part of your life, your son's, and Jock's!

Let us hear from you again!!!

Iris (Tew) Walkinshaw said...

I want to thank all of you for your wonderful comments. I do have more coming, but this week I have a full "social" calander. Of course, these days the ones I socialize with all have MD at the end of their name. Have pictures to add also, that I know some will enjoy. I believe, I hope, that Katrina has Nellie's stories of Cedar Vale. When she and her husband return from Germany, she will be able to get to them, hopefully. Nellie was a wonderful resource of CedarVale history. I was too young to really appreciate it when I lived there, when I was older and would visit, then I had a lot more interest. Isn't that always the case. We are so tied up in our youth with our own children and lives that we have not the wisdom to listen and learn. As I work on Nellie's family tree, I wish she were here to enjoy what I am learning about her ancestors. I am in hopes her g-grandchildren will enjoy what I am doing now, for them. Iris

Gary White said...

We will appreciate everything you have to share, Iris. I have often reported information I learned in genealogical research about various CV personalities. Those of us who do family tree work can unearth a treasure trove of interesting and useful information that others will enjoy. And, of course, photos are always the very best when it comes to shaking our faulty memories loose. Let's see what you've got!