From 1920 to 1927, my parents, R. Jay and Treva Wooden,
rented the Bonine farm from Mary Dugan who had inherited the farm from
her father. My father grew wheat, corn, oats and hay and raised pigs,
cows and sheep. He had teams of horses and a Fordson tractor. We lived
on the farm where Ramptown was but didn't know much about it.
I remember one night while eating dinner; my mother
said she wondered why there were so many boards and so much debris
coming up out of the soil as they worked the ground.
John "Tobe" Harper, an African American who
helped us work our farm, said, "That's where Ramptown was. My
wife's mother was born there."
In 1927, we moved to another farm a mile away.
Twenty-seven years later we read an article in the Elkhart, Indiana,
newspaper just across the Michigan border about the history of the
runaways who lived in our county. Then, we put two and two together and
I began to research the community's history.
I learned that "ramps" are green from the
onion and garlic family. The fugitives used to eat them in the spring.
Recently, I learned from the obituary (1929) of John
Harper's father-in-law, Andrew Jones, that he was also born in Ramptown.
In 1990 and again on April 23, 1995, my brother Warren
and I visited the place where Warren played while our mother worked in
the fields. It's by the woods. It's hilly. It's still there and we found
these pieces of glass and crockery and dishes! |