The Trabert Place

I wrote about this place in my “Secret Places” piece last year but it is worthy of a little more. The Trabert Place is located in Jefferson County and at one time or another visited by every member of my family except my granddaughters. My mother and father were there many times. My sisters, Nancy and Loretta hunted arrowheads there with my father. Angie and Heather were there with us hunting more than once, too.

It was one of my father’s favorite spots for several reasons. He took a group from the State Archeologists office there and a lot of others. A dirt road cuts across the ridge above the spot. If the road wasn’t muddy the site was accessible. If it was muddy we sometimes walked in. That wasn’t easy but sometimes very worth it.

The site has much to offer. Standing on the dirt road and looking east you can see across the Skunk River valley into Henry County. It is a magnificent view! From there you can see the farm where Dad grew up. About a mile the other way, west, is where Dad was born in Christian Egli’s house, his grandfather.

Facing east again and following the ridge we are on to the right we come to a spot were several Native American babies were buried. They were buried in shallow rock lined graves with large flat stones on top. Dad was very sad and reverent when we came across them. He reported the site to the State Archeologist Office and they came and excavated them and took the bones and reburied them somewhere else where they wouldn’t be disturbed.

Still on that road, the field directly in front of us was full of artifacts. It was an ancient site and yielded several axes, spear points and other material. After the deep mole board plowing, ancient fire pits were evident. That deep plowing isn’t done anymore because it led to so much erosion.

The more recent sites were much farther down close to where Walnut Creek goes into the river. Dad assisted in identifying one of the spots as Hopewell because of the type of artifacts we found there. We found points and large amounts of pottery there.

It was easy for us to spend an entire day there walking the rows of corn or beans and still not cover everything. We did that many times. Often Dad would bring along delicious sandwiches that Mom made and we would have them for lunch along with some sorghum cookies.

One summer day we had an unusual experience while sitting along the dirt road eating our sandwiches. While we were eating and talking we suddenly heard a huge roar to the West and looking up saw three huge airplanes approaching us at what seemed like treetop level. They passed right over us and were gone in seconds. We were speechless for a moment. Later we read that Air Force bombers for Offutt Air Force base near Omaha were practicing strafing runs in the less populated areas of Jefferson and other counties.