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Oregon Trail

Over 350,000 people journeyed on the Oregon Trail, the most famous wagon route across America, with ruts still visible today. Our Ellison family is included in those 350,000. Larkin Tuggle and Nancy Emmeline Ellison and family traveled the trail for six months in 1865.

Larkin and Nancy were both born in West Virginia and were married on December 13, 1841.   That year, Larkin’s father, Asa William Ellison, granted Larkin 46 acres on Tom’s Run in Giles County. Ten years later, in January of 1851, Asa granted him 50 more acres. During this time, their family bloomed with six children born in West Virginia.

In 1853 they migrated to Missouri along with Larkin’s parents and Nancy’s brothers John and Peter Cummings and their families. They settled northeast of St. Joseph on a rented ranch. In 1854 they took claims on Deer Creek, four miles north of Atchison, in the Kansas Territory. It wasn’t until 1855, after their daughter Mary Adeline was born, that they built and moved into their cabin. After two years and dissatisfaction with the location, they migrated seven miles southwest to Camp Creek near Parnell Junction, Kansas in 1857. Two more children were born there, Sallie and Preston.

In the spring of 1865, Larkin and Nancy decided to move to Oregon. The impetus for this move was likely a house fire that claimed their home and all of their possessions. Eliza, Larkin and Nancy’s youngest daughter, told the story in her biography.

“Larkin was working on his father’s (Asa’s) plantation and Nancy was at her folks’, two miles away, for the day with the smaller children. Amanda, Olivia, and Jane were doing the washing down at the spring when the house caught fire. When Nancy came back around five, everything was gone.”  

“She (Nancy) was a wonderful house keeper and homemaker. She had woven all the cloth and had two everyday outfits or changes of everything for each one of her family and nice clothes for Sunday. Grandpa was a Baptist minister called missionary Baptist. Those days they went to different homes and rode 30 miles some times, mother said. Grandma had the cellar full of fruit, vegetables and jellies and jams. And all their meat for winter. Which was a great loss in those days.”

Larkin & Nancy: Photo taken in Atchison, Kansas before the trip to Oregon

On the 16th day of May, they began their trek to Oregon. Among their belongings were a light wagon with a team of fine mares for the family and two heavy wagons with two yoke of oxen and provisions for six months. 

The Oregon Trail was well-established by 1865, having begun in 1843. By then, some of the dangers and challenges had been eliminated, but the trip was a perilous one, lasting a full six months. Just as many others encountered hardships, so too did the Ellisons. 

Nancy went blind while crossing the plains. They thought it was from neuralgia, which was treated by pulling all of her teeth. Can you imagine having your teeth pulled probably with pliers and no pain killer?  Her eyesight never returned during her lifetime.

Preston, the three year-old son of Nancy and Larkin, died while on the journey and was buried in an unmarked grave along the trail.

Larkin and Nancy’s oldest daughter, Martha Jane, married Thomas Ashpole in November of 1864 and was pregnant on the trip. She gave birth to her son along the way. He died in infancy and was also buried in an unmarked grave along the trail. Martha Jane was very ill after giving birth and spent many days in her bed in the covered wagon. Her husband also became ill and died shortly after their arrival in Oregon.

In 1866 the family settled in Yamhill County, Oregon, southwest of Portland. Larkin continued farming there. One more child, Eliza Ann, was born to Larkin and Nancy in 1867.  

Oregon was the final destination of the Ellisons, for they didn’t move after that. Larkin died of typhoid fever on July 1, 1877. Nancy then lived with her oldest daughter, Martha Jane who had remarried to Henry Parrott. She died June 2, 1902. All their children lived out their lives in Oregon except for Overton, who had remained in Kansas.

Find out more about Larkin Tuggle Ellison and Nancy Emmeline Cummings Ellison here.

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A Possum & A Skunk

I was going through files on Overton Asa Ellison and came upon a booklet of papers that had been stitched together at the top. It was many pages thick. I recognized the tiny handwriting on the front as Mary Ellison’s, but the handwriting changed throughout the document several times. Because I knew it would take some time to get through, I set it aside. However, my curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to know the significance of these papers.

As I began to read the pages, I quickly understood it to be a letter. Not just one, but every member of the family had written a letter and they were sewn together and mailed as a set to be sent to Overton’s children.

I so enjoyed the stories from Ursula’s and Firman’s letters that I couldn’t wait to share them with you. They are a hoot! Written in January of 1909 Ursula would have been ten years old and Firman, seven years old. This was the second time Firman tried to write with a pen, and the first time he wrote without any help. I’m sharing the main stories from both of their letters.

Ursula’s Story

I must tell you about mother killing a possum. Something kept getting after our chickens all summer and one night while Pa was gone to Missouri it come before we went to bed.  They (the chickens) were roosting in a barrel out in the garden and mother grabbed the lamp and ran out there, but Firman beat her and said, “Oh, it’s a great big rat.”  Mother said, “No, it’s a possum,” and shoved the lamp in Firman’s hand and hollered at me to come and get the lamp.  And then she grabbed a board longer than she was herself and went to punching it.  She thought it would possum as soon as she hit it, but it wouldn’t possum at all.  It ran out west then across the old flower bed, and into the gooseberry bushes and mother a punching at it and I was after all the time with the big lamp.  Her specks fell off but she didn’t stop to find them.  Finally, it ran down among the old cabbage stalks and then she knocked him down, then she got him by the tail and carried it up to the porch and made Firman hold it by the tail til she went and got the hammer and finished  the job.  Firman wasn’t scared but I was trembling so I couldn’t hardly stand up, but I never stumbled and the lamp never went out.

The chase hurt mother so bad she has never felt well since.  Then, Otie said he would skin the possum and sell the hide and mother went out and hunted up her specks.  Mother told him to dress it right nice and we would cook it.  So he hung it up like a pig and dressed it, and then brought it in with its head and feet and tail all on.  And when Mother began to fix it. She went wok wok (gagging). But she wouldn’t back out, she said other people cooked them and said they were good so she would too.  So she put in some sweet potatoes and roasted it and it was good but none of us wanted it.  So she sat it away in a cold place til Pa came home.  He ate some and some company come and they ate some but one man wouldn’t eat any more when he found out what it was.  They all said it tasted like a pig.  Firman thought it would taste like chicken because it had ate so many. 

Firman’s Story

We went up to Barkers Christmas day. And we got a trap and it was Mackays and we went to put it back and we killed a skunk and it stunk like every thing and we went back pretty fast and Cecil and Lee and Ursula got it in their mouths.  I didn’t get it in my mouth but I smelt it.

I hope this put smile on your face today!

To learn more about Ursula click here.

Pages for Mary and Overton are in the works. That’s where you’ll eventually find the rest of the letter.