Announcing Gregg Andrews’ new blog: Lost River Stories: Invisibles of the Mississippi Valley

By Vikki Bynum

Gregg Andrews, my husband and fellow historian, has just launched his first blog, “Lost River Stories: Invisibles of the Mississippi Valley”! Growing up in the cement company town of Ilasco, near Hannibal, Missouri, Gregg’s life has long been connected to the Mississippi River. Below is one of his first posts. To learn more about the blog and Gregg’s past and forthcoming works of history and autobiography, click here: LOST RIVER STORIES.

Iron Shackles & Old Rock Houses on the Mississippi River

Iron Shackles & Old Rock Houses on the Mississippi River

When Mama packed me home from Hannibal’s Levering Hospital in early August 1950, she laid me on a bed in House No. 8 shown on this crudely drawn 1933 map by the Ralls County, Missouri Tax Assessor’s office. South of House No. 35 near the downriver end of Monkey Run was a mysterious old rock house along the railroad tracks that hugged the west bank of the Mississippi River. Next to the building was a house where Henry A. Harris once commanded a small slave-based tobacco plantation of seventy-eight acres. Shortly after the Civil War broke out, he reportedly threatened to fire a canon at a passing Union boat on the river. In 1907, Harris’s bottomland tract was created as Stillwell’s First Addition to Ilasco, soon popularly known as Monkey Run.

Something told me, a child with a fertile imagination, that the old rock structure held countless secrets, stories, and mysteries. It seemed more like a holding pen of some kind to me, but I learned that John Kuzma, an elderly Slovak immigrant, inhabited it rent-free in the 1940s. I was captivated by the rock house, although to tell you the truth, I was about half-afraid of it. I never dared to peek inside until one day when I was about ten years old. As the “paper boy” of the village, I found nobody home when I knocked at the residence next to it on the property. I slipped a copy of the Hannibal Courier-Post inside the outside door of the residential house, glanced in the direction of the river, and hustled over for a furtive look inside the rock structure. To greet me were rusty remnants of iron shackles on the walls, reminders of slavery’s stain on America’s past and its ongoing legacies. I dashed out of there, and never again did I step foot inside the old rock house.

John Kuzma and the old rock house, 1943, photo courtesy of Paul Tretiak, deceased.

Nearly fifty years later, while doing early research that led to my book, Thyra J. Edwards: Black Activist in the Global Freedom Struggle (2011), I discovered that Edwards’s enslaved maternal grandparents paddled across the Mississippi River at night to freedom from somewhere in Missouri on the eve of the Civil War. They feared they were about to be sold down the river. At first, I had no idea where they crossed the river, but my gut instinct kept telling me it was near Hannibal. I guess I trusted in the synchronicity of things. Later, my research proved my hunches and intuition right.

Anna Bell Johnson Edwards, mother of Thyra Edwards. Photo courtesy of Vee Edwards, deceased.

At the moment my research confirmed that they crossed the river near Hannibal via the Underground Railroad and settled in Galesburg, Illinois, I reflected on the day my curiosity led me inside the old rock house at the south end of Monkey Run near Cottonwood Point. Could it be that Edwards’s grandparents fled the Harris plantation? The answer was “No.” They were not of the tobacco plantation that later became Monkey Run. Until further research proved me wrong, though, I was left to imagine that on the night of their escape when the moon hid behind the bluffs, sparkling visions of freedom led them from the dark side of that old rock house to a birch “freedom canoe” hidden in the heavy willows on the bank of the river.

Unfortunately, the building was torn down about fifteen years ago, but the interactions of my fragmented childhood memory of it and my historical research inspired me to write a song, Gonna Be Free, about the daring escape near Hannibal by Edwards’s grandparents around 1860.

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    • The following reply is from Gregg: “Thanks for your question, Elizabeth. Yes, there’s more than one version of how it got its name. When the village was created in 1907, its official name was Stillwell’s First Addition to Ilasco, a new town whose post office opened in 1903. The town’s population consisted largely of Southern and Eastern European immigrants who came to work at the Atlas Portland Cement Company’s plant that began production in 1903. The Monkey Run section developed as the population grew. It was in a low-lying tract along the Mississippi. In the early years, many of the men who lived in Monkey Run worked in the quarry on teams of blasters known as powder-monkeys. When dynamite blasts were set to go off in the quarry, someone would yell, “Run, you monkeys, run.” My father was a powder-monkey. I believe the name of the village derived in some ways from this early tradition in the quarry.”



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