The Whipple is a dry bush bean that’s pretty to look at—it’s maroon mottled with white—and said to be richly flavored. The bean is getting a lot of attention here in Oregon because it’s particularly well suited to our climate; it tolerates summer drought well and it dries down early, in time for harvest before the fall rains might cause it to rot. The Whipple was “a stand-out performer” in the Dry Farming Collaborative’s trials, held from 2017 through 2020. It’s such a tasty bean that it’s been added to the Rancho Gordo collection. So I’ve had it to my list to try in my own garden.
But I’ve been hearing crazy stories about this bean—that a pioneer family brought it over the Oregon Trail, and, contrarily, that it’s a favorite Southern heirloom. When my husband repeated the assertion, by a friend who grows the bean, that Martin Luther King loved to eat the Whipple whenever he was home in Atlanta, I had to find out the truth.
The woman who named the bean was pretty easy to find. On a short video available on the Internet, she has told the basic story of discovering and naming the Whipple bean. Though she is unnamed in the video, she is Marjory House, a longtime biodynamic farmer who lives near Cottage Grove, Oregon. She kindly told me the full tale of the Whipple bean as far as she has uncovered it.
Lee and Dana Whipple came to Oregon in the 1970s from Elgin, Illinois, where Lee had been a pastor for the Church of the Brethren, a pacifist Anabaptist denomination that holds the New Testament as its only creed. With other church members, Lee and Dana belonged to a family cooperative, through which they shared the work of raising their kids. During the Whipples’ time in Illinois, Martin Luther King Jr. came to Chicago to lead the Chicago Freedom Movement, which aimed to end slums and discrimination in housing. He arrived in January 1966 and stayed for a year. During this time, Dana told Marjory, Lee served as King’s secretary. But King never tasted the Whipple bean—at least not as far as Marjory knows.
Marjory met Dana Whipple in 1999, the year after Lee died. That’s when Marjory, then a fledgling farmer, arrived in Yoncalla to care for Dana and her farm. Dana was in her eighties, as were all the immediate neighbors, all of them Brethren. The Whipples and the other Brethren had come to the Umpqua Valley together to continue their cooperative arrangements (one, for example, designed houses for the rest). Lee founded a new Church of the Brethren congregation, in Springfield, served as a guest minister elsewhere, and traveled around the area talking to schoolchildren about Martin Luther King and the struggle against racism. Lee and Dana also kept a large garden, a vineyard (for juice, not wine), and an orchard. They devoted a whole room in their house to saving seeds.
Marjory found a bag of the speckled beans in a drawer in the seed room. She asked Dana about them. Dana didn’t have a name for them, but she said that she and Lee had grown them for about fifteen years. She said they were a prolific bush variety, “some type of cranberry bean.” This could be true; cranberry bean is a general term for beans first bred in Colombia as the cargamanto. But Marjory couldn’t find a cranberry bean that looked quite like this bean. So Marjory called it the Whipple.
A slight problem arose with the name: Douglas County had another Whipple family, whose ancestors had been much earlier Oregon homesteaders (Whipples came to Oregon in 1852 and 1853). Hence the notion that the Whipple bean came west on the Oregon Trail.
When Dana’s kids moved her to California, Marjory kept the bean seeds, and she grew them summer after summer. Each year, she shared some of the seeds with friends and at seed swaps. One year, about 2010, she planted all her remaining Whipple bean seeds at a new farm. Deer ate all the plants to the ground. Marjory was devastated, but the next year, at the Agrarian Sharing Network’s Spring Propagation Fair, Marjory found a big bag of Whipple beans. She’d given seeds to one person who had given them to another, and that person had saved plenty. Marjory got her beans back.
Without Marjory, the Whipple bean might never have been planted after 1999. Thanks to her and other seed savers, the beans are now popular among both gardeners and cooks in Oregon and beyond. For gardeners, the bean seeds are available from Adaptive Seeds and Siskiyou Seeds. For cooks, Rancho Gordo supplies the beans in 1-pound bags–when the beans are in stock, which they aren’t at this writing.
So you may have to grow your own. If you do, be sure to share some with other gardeners. And when you tell the story of the bean, get it right.
I would love to hear from people who have grown this bean, especially those who live outside of Oregon. How well has it performed for you?


