HOBBY HORSE RIDER Preserves Many Delightful Hobby Horse Rides Which Contributed to Lilburn Kingsbury Becoming a “Living Legend” Well Before His Death
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Table of Contents Dedication To My wife of 68 years Madeleine Huppert Kingsbury Without whose unfaltering love, understanding and encouragement, this book would never have been completed. Inside Front Jacket Lilburn Adkin Kingsbury (October 14, 1884 - July 1, 1983) Alex Hailey, author of Roots wrote: “When an old person dies, it is like a small library burning.” This was not true of Lilburn Adkin Kingsbury. I found his writings to be a small but very precious library. These writings include much of his historical research covering 150 years of life in Missouri’s historic Boonslick country. They tell much of the mores and activities of its interesting people. I believe the nucleus of this material should be preserved as Lilburn’s legacy to those who shared his love for the historic area. From early childhood Lilburn always had one or more hobby horses to ride. These included collecting antique furniture, pressed glass, bottles, jugs, clocks and ultimately buttons. Other hobbies were genealogy, history, talking to groups, and writing articles and columns. All these are described voluminously in his principal hobby, letter writing. His history hobby led to his becoming the first president of the Boonslick Historical Society. In 1977 the Boonslick Historical Society, relatives, and friends gave Lilburn a surprise 93rd birthday party honoring him for his forty years of service to the society and his many contributions to the community. –Warren Taylor Kingsbury Inside Back Jacket Excerpts from the Letters from Lilburn “In anticipation of the hanging excitement, a group of men arranged for an excursion train to be run from Sedalia to Boonville to accommodate those who wished to witness the event....” • • • “The next day our minister felt impelled to tell Mrs. Flake that his wife cried all night after seeing her skating promiscuously with all those men....” • • • “The sale was halted while someone whispered in the auctioneer’s ear that one of the ladies feeling chilled had gone into the sitting room, collapsed and died.....” • • • “No doctor ever told me, but in browsing in the dictionary I have learned that I have Marasmus....” • • • “The old mare crashed through the glass and fell into the bed. There she lay, seemingly resigned and so trussed by her harness she couldn’t move. Mr. Hunter had never had a window display equal to this one....” • • • “As far as hobbies could carry me, I have ridden them most of my life. I have even changed horses in mid- stream. I collected stamps first, so long ago I have no recollection of what became of them. But I know I was thrilled to collect them. Then came postcards, photographs of pretty girl friends (this especially as a means to knowledge and aesthetic appreciation), bottles and jugs, pressed glass, flowers, lamps, old locks, brass door knobs, music, complete card-indexed records of every marked grave in my native Howard County, history, bustles, and now buttons. I wonder why I collect buttons?...“ Back Jacket Dr. Warren Taylor Kingsbury Scottsdale, Arizona Despite having resided in seven states and worked in all fifty, Dr. Warren T. Kingsbury never severed his ties to Missouri’s Boonslick Community. He was born in Boonville, graduated from high school there, received an A.B. from Central Methodist College and Master’s from University of Missouri-Columbia. His Doctorate was earned at New York University. Dr. Kingsbury is now Professor Emeritus at Arizona State University. A warm and close relationship with his uncle Lilburn Kingsbury developed in 1928 when Lilburn and Warren spent ten weeks helping valet 1200 Missouri mules on a tramp steamer to Oran, Algeria and Barcelona, Spain. Through the years, they kept in touch by correspondence and visits. Dr. Kingsbury was enchanted by stories his uncle told of his many hobby horse rides, and he unsuccessfully tried to get Lilburn to write a book about them. In 1983, Warren visited Lilburn shortly before his death. Lilburn asked Warren to review all of his papers, take those he wished, and arrange for others of historical interest to be given to the State of Missouri Historical Society. One of the things he said to Warren was “You always thought I should write a book about my hobbies. I was always too busy. Maybe you can find the time.” Finally, when he moved to Scottsdale, Arizona, at age 93, Dr. Kingsbury did. HOBBY HORSE RIDER preserves many delightful hobby horse rides which contributed to Lilburn Kingsbury becoming a “living legend” well before his death. Autobiographical excerpts from writings of Lilburn Adkin Kingsbury focusing on the hobbies he rode. Copyright © 1998 by Warren Taylor Kingsbury All rights reserved The text of this publication, or any part thereof, may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, storage in an information retrieval system, or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the copyrighy owner or the publisher, except by a reviewer, who may quote brief passages in a review. Editor: Warren Taylor Kingsbury Publisher: Warren Taylor Vaughan, III Editorial Assistant: Rosanne Lyles Armijo Cover design: Rosanne Lyles Armijo Copyediting/proofreading: Carol Kingsbury Weed, Warren Taylor Vaughan, Jr., M.D. Printing: Walsworth Pub. Co., Marceline, MO Typography/computer graphics: Thelma Green Published by Timestream, Inc. Oakland, California [email protected] www.timestream.com Hardcover Edition (1998): ISBN 1-890709-01-8 (978-1-890709-01-3) eBook Edition (2013): ISBN 978-1-890709-03-7 Library of Congress Catalog Card Number (Hardcover): 98-84382 Table of Contents Hobby Horse Rider Lilburn Adkin Kingsbury Edited by Warren Taylor Kingsbury Table of Contents Chapter 1 BROTHER BILLIE IS DEAD! Idyllic existence of Taylor Kingsbury family is shattered by a shocking tragedy in 1932. We have had an unbroken family circle for an unusually long time, but tragedy stalked in last night. Billie is gone. His body, revolver clasped in his right hand, was found under a towering oak tree in Valhalla Cemetery in Overland Park near St. Louis. His partner, Leo Meistrell’s, body was found in the locked vault of their offices. He had been shot once in the head, twice in the chest. So wrote Lilburn Kingsbury to his Cousin Lillian Kingsbury Agnew in Great Falls, Montana on April 8, 1932. The letter continues: Billie was taking Julia home about 7:25 p.m. She asked him to let her out of the car so she could go see Mrs. Nelson. Billie asked her how long she wanted to stay so he could come by for her on his way home from the office. She thought about ten o’clock. Billie said he would not be long. Julia had wanted to go with him but he told her she’d better not, as it might be cold up there. Jere called me at six this morning asking that Horace and I come over immediately. We got there as quickly as possible. We learned Billie had not been seen since he left Julia, and his former partner, Leo Meistrell, was also missing. Mrs. Meistrell had talked to her husband at eight o’clock and had called again and had no reply. Julia had gone home earlier with Jere and had also called to tell Billie, but got no answer. Mrs. Meistrell was quite frantic and so was Julia. The police were called out after midnight, combing country roads and searching for clues in the office and found Leo’s hat. Billie had gone up to open his mail, having been away a couple of days. The mail on his desk was unopened. I was in the office with several others and we rattled the vault door, but it never occurred to me it might hold a tragedy. The door was locked from the outside. Mrs. Meistrell and others thought someone should go to the cabin in the Ozarks so Jere and I with others made the 200-mile round trip in less than five hours, but when we got there to the store [at the bridge up the lake from the cabin] we found a message. Horace had phoned and said Leo had been found shot to death in the vault. Leo Meistrell was shot twice in the face and once in the chest, and had fallen on his face. The door was closed and locked. We found no sign of Billie’s car at the lake nor anyone who had seen Billie, so we hurried back (to Boonville). By the time we got there, word had come from St. Louis that a body had been found in a cemetery at Overland Park, as No. 40 enters St. Louis, with a note pinned to it, asking that Mr. J.W. Jamison, a lifelong friend of Billie’s, could identify the body, and that H.M. Kingsbury be notified. Details were hard to get, but I think they said the body with two shots through it, had not long been there. Request was made in the note that the body be cremated. Horace, Ernest and two close friends of Billie’s have gone to St. Louis. None of the rest of the family will go. The remains or ashes will be returned to Boonville. I do not know what disposition will be made of them. Mother and Father are bearing up bravely. We are all crushed, but we have been so fortunate through the years. I feel we can only accept this blow in a humble spirit or else be ungrateful for the blessings of the years. All of Billie’s children will be home as quickly as transportation can bring them. Julia is wonderfully brave.