
These three marbles, pictured above, represent a missed opportunity my corporate father, Tom, decided to pass up recently, so now I’m going to explain what exactly that opportunity was for Zoom Chron readers, starting with the Freemason who fathered James Wells, a well-meaning old man in Kansas City, Missouri.

If this is the correct man, then Belva Johnson is the marble collector whose marbles I now have in my possession, along with other items, like a decorative Masonic sword belonging to a “J. Raymond Wells”. I’m still waiting for a Masonic lodge in Missouri to get back to me regarding the sword and sword’s owner.

While my former father-in-law appears to have Masonic roots, it’s actually his wife, Joan Barkley Wells, who can boast a more relevant claim to the historical influence of America’s development, since her Daddy was a decorated war hero with a family tree going back to Daniel Boone, a famous American figure who became an archetype of the American Frontier.

Before we get to Joan’s war hero Daddy, John Lewis Barkley, here’s a summary of the inconclusive research into whether or not Daniel Boone was a Freemason:
Ray V. Denslow, specialist in early Middle Western Masonry, reported to The Builder, January, 1925, that “in his opinion” Boone had not been a Mason. He added however that “a very good friend” had in earlier days heard Boone spoken of as a Mason. Both the Grand Lodges of Kentucky and of Tennessee have searched the old membership rolls but have not found his name. When appropriating a sum toward the Boone monument at Frankfort the resolution passed by the Grand Lodge of Kentucky made no mention of Boone’s possible membership. At least one pall-bearer at Boone’s funeral wore a Masonic collar.
Joan Barkley Wells is the only child of John Lewis Barkley, a man so intent on fighting and killing Germans during WWI that he persevered with enlisting, despite a bad stuttering problem that threatened to keep him sidelined during the war. Instead of being sidelined, Barkley rose to the occasion and did MORE than his part, thanks to his exemplary woodsmen skills.
Here’s some of Barkley’s story from a 2018 NPR article:
Barkley was born in 1895 and grew up on a farm near Holden in west central Missouri. He prided himself on being a woodsman and claimed to be a descendant of Daniel Boone.
While he knew how to handle a gun, Barkley had a bad stammer that made it difficult to pass the Army’s medical examination, even after the U.S. entered the war. Once he was accepted to the military, his officers soon recognized his skills.
“He could hunt. He could trap. He was an excellent shot. So when he was sent to Camp Funston in 1917 the Army realized here was someone that could do this kind of intelligence work,” Trout said.
Barkley would do dangerous reconnaissance work in wartime France; scouting ahead of American troops, observing the enemy and reporting back, as well as serving as a sniper. He excelled in the role.
His actions on Oct. 7, 1918 made him one of the most decorated soldiers of World War I.

Like many Americans, Barkley struggled financially after the war, writing his memoir to help his widowed mother save the family farm. Originally titled “No Hard Feelings”, less than 4,000 copies were published. With his daughter’s blessing, the book was republished under the title John Lewis Barkley originally envisioned, “Scarlet Fields”.

John Lewis Barkley was a badass because he wasn’t raised with money, like his spoiled-ass grandson living lavishly in Jackson Hole and spending his family’s money so recklessly, I had to listen to his granddaughter bitch about it all the time when I was married to her.
After growing up relatively poor, however, John Barkley did end up doing pretty well for himself by doing two very important things: NOT dying in the war, and marrying a woman who had valuable land assets that he capitalized on.
Also worth noting, at least for me, is that Barkley’s brief stint as a Private Detective was definitely NOT a part of his recipe for acquiring wealth. Yeah, no shit.

Ironically, when I get to the “new money” blog post putting my own father into the corporate context he deserves, part of that story will be how my family moved to Johnson County, Kansas, in 1989, right as the rapidly expanding suburban sprawl south of the city was actively gobbling up farmland so that ugly houses that looked the same could be built.
Since I haven’t been successful in conveying to my father why securing these rare antique marbles is a good idea–in part because of their sentimental value to the “old money” side of the family, which still owes him $140,000 for covering what I was legally owed from the divorce–the opportunity to own a piece of history is NOW YOURS (on Facebook marketplace).
Coming up in part II of my Old Money vs. New Money series, I’ll be going into more detail regarding my family’s complicity in changing and gentrifying Missoula, along with the role of my parent’s church, First Presbyterian, and the timing of their flock getting into the subsidized housing game with the Hogan House.
For now, I’ll conclude with what Pastor Dan Cravy said to a local reporter as his congregation celebrated breaking ground on this discriminatory, age-restricted subsidized Senior housing complex:
“Just give thanks for this worthy endeavor, this vision on behalf of goodness, and life, and wholeness, and flourishing for so many people,” Pastor Dan Cravy said.
Amen, Pastor Dan!































