09/26/2023
On this day in this place
Marthasville, Missouri is a long way from Berks County, PA. where a boy was born to an English Quaker family on November 2, 1734. The path he took in life was one of joy, adventure, tragedy, and heartache. In his own words, he was "but a common man." It didn't take much to make him happy, a blue sky, a creek full of beaver, a woods to roam (alone or with his fellow wanderers), a log cabin made by his own hands, and a gentle dark haired lady who gave him children who all loved and admired him all their lives.
It took great strength and fortitude to make the journey. He sacrificed much along the way, but his principles and convictions he carried with him to the end. He shared whatever good came to him and defended, doctored, and helped however he could. He served his country in many ways, including lieutenant-colonel of the militia, sheriff of Fayette County, Kentucky, deputy surveyor, and two terms as Kentucky State Representative. But Daniel Boone was no politician and even a strong man can be hurt. There were then, as there are now, those who stay back in safety and comfort while those beneath them in society sacrifice and die to make the way, then they step in and take the helm, making all new rules.
As Daniel aged, he made a decision to leave it all behind and go where he might live out his life in peace. He spent the last twenty-one years of his tumultuous life watching his grandchildren grow, hunting and trapping, traveling the Missouri River on his old flatboat, a familiar site to those who lived in the small villages of Charette (Marthasville), and Femme Osage (Defiance) where he and his family settled in 1799. For awhile he felt some bitterness for the treatment he had received. Green Clay of Kentucky wrote a letter to him asking him to come back to help settle a land dispute. He replied that he'd rather lay his head on the chopping block than to ever step foot on Kentucky soil again.
In 1813 his dark haired Rebecca passed away in the home of their daughter, Jemima. He chose to lay her to rest above Teuque Creek on a nearby farm at Marthasville in view of the apple orchard she had loved. He gave instructions to his remaining children to make sure he was buried beside her when his time came. Seven years later, on September 26, 1820, it came... and they did as he had asked. This was where he chose to end his earthly journey.
Today people still come to this simple humble gravesite from all over the world. There is hardly a day without visitors. Something of his spirit lives on among the little hills and creeks surrounding this special spot chosen specifically by him. He found his peace here at last. ---------Margy Miles