tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175444602024-03-18T22:27:40.933-05:00St. Vincent MemoriesTrishymousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448388630980259659noreply@blogger.comBlogger1019125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17544460.post-28303382534596378012023-03-27T05:39:00.012-05:002023-05-30T20:51:42.310-05:00PROFILE: Walter Hill (as Known by Kittson County Locals...)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7nh82UwPsGEjqDJUy_E1IhGbmH9WujuP9_JlRAKiU0Q0PyM_vOIl_Tv2RAfKAbxU1I4Em6129WmR6W_6gBzCUvmtLp9HIX1vn_M2DVupzmGeA2o0oNMQlByME_BCCrWNjaOy9grK8iSNGmFzFbfTLTS3SFHBMIk5GadL_P8o0Yq6ti39f0w/s5779/Hallock-Walter-Hill-on-farm-1-2%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2208" data-original-width="5779" height="325" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7nh82UwPsGEjqDJUy_E1IhGbmH9WujuP9_JlRAKiU0Q0PyM_vOIl_Tv2RAfKAbxU1I4Em6129WmR6W_6gBzCUvmtLp9HIX1vn_M2DVupzmGeA2o0oNMQlByME_BCCrWNjaOy9grK8iSNGmFzFbfTLTS3SFHBMIk5GadL_P8o0Yq6ti39f0w/w640-h244/Hallock-Walter-Hill-on-farm-1-2%20(1).jpg" width="854" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><ul style="margin-bottom: 0px; 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text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><span><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Trish: Walter talked James J. into getting </span></span><span style="font-size: 9pt;">the first car the family had in 1905, but managed to wreck it by 1907. </span></span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-size: 9pt;">He got married in 1908, and he was put in charge </span><span style="font-size: 9pt;">of the Northcote farm in 1910, so I'll go with that...</span></span></p></li><ul style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-inline-start: 48px;"><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; margin-left: 9pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></li><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.47696; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/141248739233485/user/100009382452347/?__tn__=R*F" style="text-decoration: none;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Jim Benjaminson</span></a>:</span></p></li><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><span><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Time line - Walter got married in 1908, his wife is in the car. He wrecked the first car by 1907</span></span><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="font-size: 9pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">...(wonder what it was???)</span></span></p></li><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="font-size: 9pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">So my </span><span style="font-size: 9pt;">guess-timate on the car at 1906-1908 wasn't too far off. I'll do a little research </span><span style="font-size: 9pt;">on the early Packard's to see if </span></span></p></li><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: white;">I can determine an exact year.</span></span></p></li><ul style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-inline-start: 48px;"><li aria-level="3" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; margin-left: 9pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></li></ul></ul><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.47696; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/141248739233485/user/100009382452347/?__tn__=R*F" style="text-decoration: none;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Jim Benjaminson</span></a>:</span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Searching information on Minnesota license plates - the plate has to be a multi-year 1912 plate which had dark letters on </span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">a silver background. The plates were good for three years so was valid 1912-1913-1914. All the earlier plates had dark </span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">background colors.</span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; margin-left: -3pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></li><ul style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-inline-start: 48px;"><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.47696; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/141248739233485/user/1094509256/?__tn__=R*F" style="text-decoration: none;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Steve Hannah</span></a>:</span></p></li><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">But is it a Packard? The radiator emblem was always Packard written at a slant. Everything else is very similar to </span></p></li><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">a Model 30 Runabout.</span></p></li><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="border: none; color: white; display: inline-block; height: 195px; overflow: hidden; width: 260px;"><img alt="No photo description available." height="195" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/ymQyq7x8uop9LxFywqdqWcmCNKSZY59XICLJHwFeYT_XvuznGoKbuh1GEYFwsfnl3xagZLHDLij1NIK__NM7TZs91lSmjGqJcUnIZXMU3-XW7f8ML_z5vtjvTriFqfvN5QCRM5UrFKGaBZN6Q880VJY" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="260" /></span></span></p></li><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; margin-left: -6pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></li><ul style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-inline-start: 48px;"><li aria-level="3" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; margin-left: 9pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></li></ul><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.47696; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/141248739233485/user/1094509256/?__tn__=R*F" style="text-decoration: none;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Steve Hannah</span></a>:</span></p></li><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">I will agree with a 1910-1911 Packard Model 30 Runabout. The only thing is the radiator emblem. Did Hill have </span></p></li><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">a Vanity emblem made? Money was no issue. I can't find a close match to that emblem shape.</span></p></li><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="border: none; color: white; display: inline-block; height: 211px; overflow: hidden; width: 167px;"><img alt="May be an image of 6 people and outdoors" height="211" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/xtST_Q1IwFvVR4mv5c-IFDl0kx6bK0qxX8PC5r5I6whuFB2SEdhiKDp85kVSzXTix_i-gKpPWgKzscCX_1LR1fpqtvjSmQANSteqdleCeUibNIyWwarjWOS2581_YGWKQdDf5f3ijmQ1bKeqIL_eD_E" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="167" /></span></span></p></li><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; margin-left: -6pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></li><ul style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-inline-start: 48px;"><li aria-level="3" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; margin-left: 9pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></li></ul><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.47696; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/141248739233485/user/1094509256/?__tn__=R*F" style="text-decoration: none;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Steve Hannah</span></a>:</span></p></li><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Windshield, top, headlights removed.</span></p></li><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; margin-left: -6pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></li><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.47696; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/141248739233485/user/100009382452347/?__tn__=R*F" style="text-decoration: none;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Jim Benjaminson</span></a>:</span></p></li><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">I was wondering if it might be an emblem for a fraternal order or auto club or ???? Front fender on the Hill car </span></p></li><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">seems a little flatter but that could have been a running change or model year change...</span></p></li><ul style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-inline-start: 48px;"><li aria-level="3" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; margin-left: 9pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></li></ul></ul><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.47696; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/141248739233485/user/1094509256/?__tn__=R*F" style="text-decoration: none;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Steve Hannah</span></a>:</span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Walter loved speed, it is said his interests were tilted away from farming toward race cars. I' trying to identify the steamer </span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">but they all look alike. I counted around 50 horses though.</span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; margin-left: -3pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></li><ul style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-inline-start: 48px;"><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.47696; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/141248739233485/user/100009382452347/?__tn__=R*F" style="text-decoration: none;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Jim Benjaminson</span></a>:</span></p></li><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><span><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">This looks like it might be a source - I contacted the library as I couldn't get any access to the </span></span><span style="font-size: 9pt;">Motor Vehicle and </span></span></p></li><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-size: 9pt;">Driver License Registration Records, 1909-1921 </span><span style="font-size: 9pt;">Register of motor vehicles (1909-1914, with indexes), automobile </span></span></p></li><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-size: 9pt;">license applications (1921), chauffeur’s record </span><span style="font-size: 9pt;">(1909-1911), and motorcycle registration record (1909-ca. 1913).</span></span></p></li><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">MNHS call number: See the finding aid in the library (Secretary of State: Motor Vehicle Division).</span></p></li><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; margin-left: -9pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></li><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.47696; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/141248739233485/user/1094509256/?__tn__=R*F" style="text-decoration: none;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Steve Hannah</span></a></p></li><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">There is so much I could find out if the Gale Library wasn't 300 miles away. Keep scanning folks!</span></p></li><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; margin-left: -6pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></li></ul><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Bernie: my Great Uncle George Hugill played base ball with Walter and said he would chase rabbits in a white </span></span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Stuz Bearcat. But that was 60 years later so maybe it was a Packard</span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; margin-left: -3pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.47696; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/141248739233485/user/100009382452347/?__tn__=R*F" style="text-decoration: none;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Jim Benjaminson</span></a>:</span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Does anybody know if early Minnesota license registrations exist for these years?</span></p></li><ul style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-inline-start: 48px;"><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></li><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.47696; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/141248739233485/user/737386832/?__tn__=R*F" style="text-decoration: none;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Trish Short Lewis</span></a>:</span></p></li><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Maybe this might help? </span><a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Flibguides.mnhs.org%2Ftransport%2Fautomobiles%3Ffbclid%3DIwAR0cAM7qstCGTESVZ7RwfRVtnoyiQ-rvh0_645zBBW52SZW1V_pc2-dYGds&h=AT3GpU4jtGb-EV1rlorShyMttoqRkQXSvo0ExIvhBt3OYVuPuu0fneQsJI8qUv1l77JEuObOC1PAfg1eQu-U_GUH5suctnftCAHXIbGDjbhy53azG0amoB-GAnjhPW55OlaLa4hmsbv8_Fg&__tn__=R*F" style="text-decoration: none;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">https://libguides.mnhs.org/transport/automobiles</span></a></span></p></li><li aria-level="2" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"></li><ul style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-inline-start: 48px;"><li aria-level="3" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; margin-left: 9pt; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></li></ul></ul><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.47696; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/141248739233485/user/100009382452347/?__tn__=R*F" style="text-decoration: none;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Jim Benjaminson</span></a>:</span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><span face="Roboto,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Probably a 1912 model - later than I first thought.</span><span style="font-size: 9pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">1912, not much if any difference. 60 HP but Hill had a mechanic who could make it </span></span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: white;">Bernie Streed: My Great Uncle George Hugill was a contemporary friend of Walter Hill. What a character. During a </span></span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: white;">winter storm he started telling me stories of how they would chase rabbits across plowed frozen fields with a white </span></span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: white;">Stuz Bearcat convertible. He also told me he would order hand made oak barrels from Italy. Then he would stock the </span></span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: white;">milking barns with long horn steers. They would lock horns in the narrow milking stalls. The barns were state of the art </span></span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: white;">for the day, built with tile walls and sloping floors so manure could be flushed down trenches in the floor into the river </span></span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: white;">below. Basically the bored millionaire would roll these oak barrels down the center of the barn agitating the long horn </span></span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: white;">steers so they would kick the barrels to pieces. He and George would do this for hours till the barrels were gone. The </span></span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; list-style-type: none; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.59996; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: white;">whole farm was meant to get James J Hill's playboy youngest son out of St Paul to reform him.</span></span></p></li></ul><div><br /></div>Bernie: These are my memories of Uncle George's visit. My mom, Amelia Streed, took her Aunt Amelia Diamond Hugill into town for an event at the Presbyterian church but they didn't want George to be alone in a storm so i sat with him. He started talking about his youth.. great stories. This was probably around 1968 or before. So I would have been in 8th grade maybe.<br /><br />
Trish: Walter Hill was a goer, or "someone vibrant for life." He hunted from his car, raced his draft horses in the streets of St. Vincent, and drank mightily. Before the fall harvest, he used to attach a hay-rack to the back of his car and go to Bronson, Minn., searching for labor. Men eager for jobs climbed onto the hay-rack and Hill drove them home in his usual manner. By the time he got back to the farm, there would be only one man left - the rest had jumped out along the way in fear for their lives.
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Bernie: lol I can believe that. I know my Grandpa Bernhard Streed drove one of the steam tractors. He said he started in the dark of morning and made one swath to the Red River and back before sunset.
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Keith Finney: I believe it was Byron or Marva that told me that he would go into Canada up by Tolstoi and get hired men. He would drive fast across the rough prairie and some would fall off on the way. Thus the illegal aliens that worked on the farm
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Georgine Cleem Whalen: Thank you Trish for this wonderful information on Walter Hill and some of his escapades I see in one of the links that he passed in 1944 in the West which would have been during the time my Grandpa was working for him on the ranch he owned there in 1932. It became the Bishop Ranch in the 40's and I still remember them letting us swim in the pool as my mother worked for doc Bishop. It is not there anymore but they do have a street named Bishop place where this ranch set. I was wondering if Walter returned to Minnesota after my Grandpa Borgeson went to work for the shipyards along with his sons.
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Trish this is how we 'Borgeson' family ended up in California. James Hill bought a horse ranch for Walter and my Grandpa Eric Borgeson went with him to work this ranch and property in 1932. The rest of the story is amazing how the whole family (13) left Mn. in a Franklin car and went west
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I do not remember the name. I only remember after it became Bishop Ranch. I think my Mother said it was a horse ranch and her dad (Eric Borgeson) worked for Walter Hill and came to California in 1932. He sent for my grandma later and that's another wonderful story and they lived in the old red house there in Midway City, Ca. When my parents went to California in about 1942 sometime I was still the baby. We stayed at the old red house in the middle of a field just behind where the Hill place would have been. Shortly after my grandparents bought a place in Anaheim (this is where I lose track of Walter Hill about 1943/44) and my parents stayed at the old red house which was then bought my Hap Post who my dad worked for. We lived there till I was in high school when the property was sold by the Post Brothers. I digress here, the horse ranch that Walter Hill bought would be off Bolsa in Midway City, maybe considered Westminster at that time. I do remember this property as I got older. Walter Hill brought my grandpa a big old green rocking chair that is still in the family that all of us remember him rocking away in. Grandpa did change jobs at this time and I always wondered what happened to Walter Hill.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHbKZlzGVC8jG1arPILx_x1Pzt7PX9651UO9ZWvylRi4zLtbh0qYcOdKZv90UYv3vFSta28EBemp2aEJ6HFxeRbBDNvOvw8zHnacn4a4npm3BqQQscAG5cUzyVc0t9wWgpAIfW8pJ3fJnCJIj1XiBrEfUUYvHUXQ4kugOFEvtE4ThHLS7Z5g/s960/hotel.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHbKZlzGVC8jG1arPILx_x1Pzt7PX9651UO9ZWvylRi4zLtbh0qYcOdKZv90UYv3vFSta28EBemp2aEJ6HFxeRbBDNvOvw8zHnacn4a4npm3BqQQscAG5cUzyVc0t9wWgpAIfW8pJ3fJnCJIj1XiBrEfUUYvHUXQ4kugOFEvtE4ThHLS7Z5g/s600/hotel.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Going through picture albums and saw this paragraph in an article about midway city california and walter and james hill. I remember this hotel well on the cutoff there as our family knew the hokes well but never knew that walter hill had a hand in the start of that...
From: “James J. Hill Banished his Errant Son to Kittson County” by Ruth Hammond - Walter Hill was a "a goer, or someone vibrant for life," Hanson said. He hunted from his car, raced his draft horses in the streets of St. Vincent, and drank mightily. Before the fall harvest, he used to attach a hay-rack to the back of his car and go to Bronson, Minn., searching for labor. Men eager for jobs climbed onto the hay-rack and Hill drove them home in his usual manner. "By the time he got back to the farm, there would be only one man left," Hanson said. The rest had jumped out along the way in fear for their lives.
Trishymousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448388630980259659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17544460.post-28163288656186555402023-02-20T00:23:00.171-06:002023-02-28T18:55:45.383-06:00The Last of the Fenian Raids<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitMZwl-RM9JFsmdMIXUFKVVAsSzEAc8eyxYQ3nH0M0WCJkE2PxPlVzJCEjh5GGSIv0Rt5PCgobznZOV8cGQYad6H-GjO2VRQHLsfnDluyvB4Hh8w4eZtvE1P8V3uvVPkGr2r4ONLXdOvNsieNcLVoAK29zI_tk9KYTrZTyO3a6JnKYGp0DkQ/s3495/medal1.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3495" data-original-width="1832" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitMZwl-RM9JFsmdMIXUFKVVAsSzEAc8eyxYQ3nH0M0WCJkE2PxPlVzJCEjh5GGSIv0Rt5PCgobznZOV8cGQYad6H-GjO2VRQHLsfnDluyvB4Hh8w4eZtvE1P8V3uvVPkGr2r4ONLXdOvNsieNcLVoAK29zI_tk9KYTrZTyO3a6JnKYGp0DkQ/w210-h400/medal1.jpg" width="210" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>Before Pembina, there was Vermont...</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div>Soon after joining up in 1870, Private William James Kneeshaw, along with his brother, Sergeant Ebenezer Muir Kneeshaw, saw action during a Fenian raid on the Quebec/Vermont border. Their unit - the 11th Battalion's Argenteuil Rangers - defeated the Fenian's attempt at invasion of Canada, once again; it was another of an ongoing string of incursions along the 45th parallel beginning in 1866.</span><div><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKogUS3snT0XgoVMZ1UwXjXtdzOAsEUckb0sDLEi6_3qU3Q0RpiScBuETotHgnLapyxs1MMnAb0blGHR3RiggOAElU1-2rZr55u6mIcGx7Mq2GZ-w3Sc0di1ktiGdKb5ZJqzmBwLfye85zkyntSs_iROdFesKGC9ZqflGIeCH5_CRsHWQcuw/s852/vermont.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; font-size: x-large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="852" data-original-width="802" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKogUS3snT0XgoVMZ1UwXjXtdzOAsEUckb0sDLEi6_3qU3Q0RpiScBuETotHgnLapyxs1MMnAb0blGHR3RiggOAElU1-2rZr55u6mIcGx7Mq2GZ-w3Sc0di1ktiGdKb5ZJqzmBwLfye85zkyntSs_iROdFesKGC9ZqflGIeCH5_CRsHWQcuw/s320/vermont.jpg" width="301" /><span style="font-size: xx-large; text-align: left;"></span></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">In 1871 <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_O%27Neill_(Fenian)">John O'Neill</a> and an odd character named <a href="http://www.biographi.ca/en/bio/o_donoghue_william_bernard_10E.html">W. B. O’Donoghue</a> asked the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Savage_%28Fenian%29">Savage</a> Wing Council to undertake another invasion of Canada across the Dakota Territory border. The Council, weary of Canadian adventures in general and O’Neill in particular, would have none of it. O'Neill's idea was turned down, but the Council promised to loan him arms and agreed they would not publicly denounce him and his raid.
O'Neill resigned from the Fenians to lead the invasion, which was planned in Saint Paul, Minnesota, to invade Manitoba near Winnipeg. <a href="https://56755.blogspot.com/2007/08/unequal-justice-metis-in-odonoghues.html">About 35 men, led by John O'Neill, William B. O'Donoghue, and John J. Donnelly</a>, hoped to join forces with Louis Riel's Métis. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">On October 5, O'Neill's force managed to capture a Hudson's Bay Company post and a Canadian customs house which they believed to be just north of the international border. A U.S. survey team had determined the border was two miles further north, placing the Hudson's Bay post and the customs house both inside U.S. territory. O'Neill, J. J. Donnelly and ten others were taken prisoner near Pembina, Dakota Territory by U.S. soldiers led by Captain Lloyd Wheaton.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz6SfAQLIbitHyQOWGk6sIJZh5oCM25-_7aOX9WdY3gr1gEDk1pLfj5UD01LkCoyohz1GXkXXuhGXwmXjdlTmp9XPIJBf3i1GLstM92BMMHdCLfLLgS4lF3mja3Fx9znZs_0BsAlenu1atf1lPHkFGMN-f1HFxCUbKWNNDxrghhFp261udMw/s792/lastraid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="792" data-original-width="750" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz6SfAQLIbitHyQOWGk6sIJZh5oCM25-_7aOX9WdY3gr1gEDk1pLfj5UD01LkCoyohz1GXkXXuhGXwmXjdlTmp9XPIJBf3i1GLstM92BMMHdCLfLLgS4lF3mja3Fx9znZs_0BsAlenu1atf1lPHkFGMN-f1HFxCUbKWNNDxrghhFp261udMw/w606-h640/lastraid.jpg" width="606" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">A fascinating <a href="http://espritdecorps.ca/the-fenian-raids/2016/9/14/part-3-the-last-of-the-fenian-invasions-raided-the-wrong-country">'review' of the Pembina Raid</a>...</div></span></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span> <br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: left;">The farcical raid was doomed from the very start. It actually took place <i>inside</i> the United States, and the Métis under Riel had signed a pact with the British just as the invasion began. Riel and his Métis captured O'Donoghue and gave him to U.S. authorities. In a somewhat muddled federal response, O'Neill was arrested twice - once in Dakota and once in Minnesota - but was released and never charged for "invading" U.S. territory. The men captured with him were released by the court as simply "dupes" of O'Neill and Donnelly. It was <a href="https://freepages.rootsweb.com/~mruddy/genealogy/ONeillHurrah.htm">John O'Neill's last hurrah.</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXLJ-AuzAjKbF9SYe_A5ofU04CqDavybxpbnWOGxZuQSxiCvyYGH1UJGEwc0zMP4lm5oAKIigHv_TifuMvD6hCqqMyWjXANhFMymqTCymw8MQ9FC2t-NskXyKBC2TKi5RQEKkDqf_SS34EaXsqHIy7JDgHd-xZb28EnA08-jfAXpipT-kL-Q/s4207/fenianbountygrant2.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4207" data-original-width="2692" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXLJ-AuzAjKbF9SYe_A5ofU04CqDavybxpbnWOGxZuQSxiCvyYGH1UJGEwc0zMP4lm5oAKIigHv_TifuMvD6hCqqMyWjXANhFMymqTCymw8MQ9FC2t-NskXyKBC2TKi5RQEKkDqf_SS34EaXsqHIy7JDgHd-xZb28EnA08-jfAXpipT-kL-Q/w410-h640/fenianbountygrant2.jpg" width="410" /></a></div>And what happened to Vermont's W.J. and E.M. Kneeshaw? Well, W.J. ironically emigrated to Pembina in 1873, not long after his militia service expired. He became a lawyer, and eventually the well-known judge, </span><a href="https://sites.rootsweb.com/~mnrrvn/Essay-Judge-Kneeshaw.html">Judge William J. Kneeshaw</a><span>. His older brother E.M. (or as Ebenezer preferred to be called, Muir) eventually followed him to Pembina in 1880, initially farming for a bit, later becoming a surveyor.</span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;">On a medal that Muir received: On one side it has </span><i style="text-align: center;">Victoria Regina et Imperatrix </i><span style="text-align: center;">meaning, "Victoria, Queen and Empress", along with her raised image in profile. On the other side it has a raised image of the Canadian flag (1870 version), with the Union Jack and Canadian coat of arms, with some greenery. Around the edge of the coin, is stamped the rank and name of Sergeant E. M. Kneeshaw, as seen below. On a bar, across the base of the ribbon, is stamped, Fenian Raid 1870...</span></div></span></span></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUee3JR4Pqb5d6j6mI-NPUnEvl6S5BZyKkGteNkCqAvFm-NiBvUGqzTkk0JuCW6pwKDPQL20BHS1UDrCpazKsDJdsooi7_b6zMRxd1ydCgy05O38ZerrpANT5hDV4MO7Kk_qm446F1-hBZ2s4TZO5Lwl0v8289x503ZcO5tlbdDzns8D2s2w/s1548/medal2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="472" data-original-width="1548" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUee3JR4Pqb5d6j6mI-NPUnEvl6S5BZyKkGteNkCqAvFm-NiBvUGqzTkk0JuCW6pwKDPQL20BHS1UDrCpazKsDJdsooi7_b6zMRxd1ydCgy05O38ZerrpANT5hDV4MO7Kk_qm446F1-hBZ2s4TZO5Lwl0v8289x503ZcO5tlbdDzns8D2s2w/w640-h196/medal2.jpg" width="800" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></div>
</div></span></div>Trishymousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448388630980259659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17544460.post-91386839718741538582022-12-21T15:33:00.005-06:002023-01-18T20:25:21.361-06:00Christmas Sunday School Memories<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P3UkyvDiaag/VNfFbn0fbrI/AAAAAAAAVPQ/BPCi3pHn6p8/s1600/1962stvefc.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P3UkyvDiaag/VNfFbn0fbrI/AAAAAAAAVPQ/BPCi3pHn6p8/w603-h640/1962stvefc.jpg" width="603" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div>Shared by Lori Wood Goertzen:</div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>This photo was a Christmas gift from my favorite Sunday school teacher, Clara Loer. </i></div></span><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>Left to right: Debbie Dykhuis, Danny Hodgson, Marilyn Loge, Anita Calkins and myself.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">This was taken on the front steps of the old <a href="https://56755.blogspot.com/search?q=st.+vincent+evangelical+free+church">St. Vincent Evangelical Free Church</a>.</span></div>Trishymousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448388630980259659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17544460.post-55297331906387329172022-09-16T07:48:00.009-05:002023-01-21T16:57:30.453-06:00Humboldt-St. Vincent Elevator Association: End of an Era<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq0K8tgKPpziSJvpqyb7lJIJHZ_yGg0DDRXI9yU174rFuQscECGHaJlo7L16-8WyvU9duoJ5jiTOUUg3MHfMUSqgoOGPP6gmVXvWOfn9sAwZ0XIKEBwjCxDFNIV_BLerG-NgxhM2KSEC0k56UZRng-6pJ29jOlIgaMdZC33X6H0Zi7iH3GrQ/s2354/Screenshot%202022-09-11%205.21.13%20PM.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1256" data-original-width="2354" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq0K8tgKPpziSJvpqyb7lJIJHZ_yGg0DDRXI9yU174rFuQscECGHaJlo7L16-8WyvU9duoJ5jiTOUUg3MHfMUSqgoOGPP6gmVXvWOfn9sAwZ0XIKEBwjCxDFNIV_BLerG-NgxhM2KSEC0k56UZRng-6pJ29jOlIgaMdZC33X6H0Zi7iH3GrQ/w640-h341/Screenshot%202022-09-11%205.21.13%20PM.jpg" width="800" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">This week, <a href="https://www.kittsonarea.com/2022/09/07/humboldt-st-vincent-elev-to-dissolve-the-business/">it was announced</a> that the <a href="https://56755.blogspot.com/2020/03/st-vincent-grain-warehouse.html">Humboldt-St. Vincent Elevator Association</a> was being dissolved and thus the closing of the elevator in Humboldt, St. Vincent's elevator having closed some years before.</span><sup>1</sup><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkB50S9Zhf4uIJrqODsQeHkA_RvgRJTeq7h4TCElAdY-lr_ELxzNOeW3s02fsUgumCn2tL-opr_nKivRuk2AuFvzGeHZFAIGLmGI6MtmipgVfTvfHBv00g4EuM6KuhI6CaseAIw4ILISbbdmavSDul4lZ6_-J3BmaeNn3qBdWTdX-g14SUoA/s774/new50stvelevator.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="638" data-original-width="774" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkB50S9Zhf4uIJrqODsQeHkA_RvgRJTeq7h4TCElAdY-lr_ELxzNOeW3s02fsUgumCn2tL-opr_nKivRuk2AuFvzGeHZFAIGLmGI6MtmipgVfTvfHBv00g4EuM6KuhI6CaseAIw4ILISbbdmavSDul4lZ6_-J3BmaeNn3qBdWTdX-g14SUoA/s16000/new50stvelevator.jpg" /></a></div><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: medium;">St. Vincent Junction, with St. Vincent Elevator in the background (1948)</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div><span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div>Upon hearing the news, Keith Finney, who had </span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.agweek.com/business/big-volume-grain-trader-calls-it-a-career">began his long career</a><span> at the Humboldt elevator, recalled:</span></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div><div></div><blockquote><div><span style="font-size: large;">Some of you may remember Silas Mathews who lived south of Humboldt. One summer afternoon in 1973, Silas and I were sitting on the railing going up the south driveway. It was a very quiet day. When we were visiting, a tandem truck pulled into the elevator with a load of grain. I unloaded the truck and returned to visit with Silas. For those who are younger, there were not that many tandem trucks before this time. Silas was kind of amazed at the size of the truck. I could tell he was in deep thought when I sat down on the railing to resume our visit. He then said, "<i>You know Keith, with all of these big tractors and big trucks, farmers will soon be hauling all their grain to Crookston. There won't be many small farmers like today. They won't need this elevator any longer.</i>" </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">That conversation with Silas never slipped my mind. I cherished every conversation I had with Silas. He passed away a couple years later...</span></div></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: large;">In neighboring Emerson, a resident shared, "In the Emerson area in winter time, if you couldn’t see the St Vincent elevator, it was too stormy to be on the road!"</span> </p><p>_________________ </p></div><span style="font-size: medium;">1 - The St. Vincent elevator was demolished on May 22, 2007...</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div>
<center> <iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/0FEGNfzrPHY" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe> </center></div></div></div>Trishymousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448388630980259659noreply@blogger.com0St Vincent, MN 56755, USA48.9483571 -97.197490899999991-28.224125707008803 122.17750910000001 90 43.427509100000009tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17544460.post-64210334424238052602022-06-15T10:18:00.071-05:002022-06-15T10:57:53.517-05:00Fort Pembina Airport<span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinMaNKlnhDzWFQZp9PnNKWsFAEKuTilfhmQAxH37tIknzN95asOubaxcc6SSP5cijmK3-CVjvEP_WbzTg9I_iP9s3wTBX0xzdE1nKq6cKVIRpY1SuD7yEU1kmo0SkVBselPpUOiubDPXKiSikxQNKfX19RVbIFPlfKXDvbgt7ZDEnddM7QaA/s600/VernonOmlieAirplane.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="459" data-original-width="600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinMaNKlnhDzWFQZp9PnNKWsFAEKuTilfhmQAxH37tIknzN95asOubaxcc6SSP5cijmK3-CVjvEP_WbzTg9I_iP9s3wTBX0xzdE1nKq6cKVIRpY1SuD7yEU1kmo0SkVBselPpUOiubDPXKiSikxQNKfX19RVbIFPlfKXDvbgt7ZDEnddM7QaA/s16000/VernonOmlieAirplane.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div>When Pembina decided to throw an “after threshing celebration” on September 27, 1919, Lt. <a href="https://memphismagazine.com/features/the-flying-omlies/">Vernon Omlie</a> <a href="http://freepages.rootsweb.com/~knorthup/genealogy/Webpage/Atlanta/Lunde/LundeHTMpages/OmliesOfGrafton.htm">of Grafton</a> was booked to “...give a number of airplane flights."</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Pembina would figure prominently in the history of aviation in Pembina County. Twelve years after Omlie’s 1919 flights, officials from United States and Canada “joined hands with chiefs of the Northwest Airways, Inc. in dedicating Fort Pembina Airport as <i>the first international airport in the world.</i>” <sup>1</sup> Northwest began making regular flights out of Pembina for a number of years (until the airport was sold to the Whelan family in 1945...) </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><blockquote>- From <i><a href="http://www.digitalhorizonsonline.org/digital/collection/ndsl-books/id/76670/">Saga of Pembina County: 150 Years</a>, </i>by Jim Benjaminson ©2020</blockquote></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Fort Pembina Airport, was mentioned in Appendix C of the 1935 issue of the </span><u style="font-size: x-large;">Journal of Air Law & Commerce Vol. 6 Issue 1</u><span style="font-size: x-large;">, as an ''</span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Port_of_entry#Airport_of_entry" style="font-size: x-large;">airport of entry</a><span style="font-size: x-large;">" along the Canadian border. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Fort Pembina Airport</span>,<span><span style="font-size: large;"> municipal. AIRPORT OF ENTRY. One mile S. of Pembina on State Highway No. 81. Latitude 48° 57'; longitude 97° 15'. Alt. 790 feet. Square, 2,640 by 2,640 feet, clay, level, artificial drainage. </span><i><span style="font-size: x-large;">FORT PEMBINA AIRPORT</span></i><span style="font-size: large;"> embedded in field, N.W.A. on hangar roof. Hangar and trees to E.; pole line to E. , obstruction lighted. Facilities for servicing aircraft, day only. Medium powered radio range, KCDN, identifying signal “PB” ( .--. -... ) operating frequency 242 kc. </span></span></div><div><blockquote><span style="font-size: large;">- Airport and Landing Fields in the United States, <a href="https://www.faa.gov/about/history/brief_history">Bureau of Air Commerce</a> (January 1, 1938)</span></blockquote></div></div><div><div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><blockquote style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Trivia</span>: Buell Edwin Blake, who enlisted in the U.S. Navy in May 1937 right after graduating from high school. "He had a tattoo saying USN 1937-41...He was a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radioman">Radioman</a></span><span style="font-size: 20px;"><sup>2 </sup></span><span style="font-size: x-large;">3rd class at that time [during WWII]. Later went on to be an </span><a href="https://portfolio.panynj.gov/2016/09/15/flashback-early-air-traffic-controllers/" style="font-size: x-large;">Air Traffic Controller</a><span style="font-size: x-large;"> in Pembina," said his son, Gary Blake. </span><span style="text-align: left;"> </span></blockquote><blockquote style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">[<i>Buell would meet his future wife during this time - Jeanne Short, daughter of Gail & Eliza Short of <a href="https://56755.blogspot.com/search?q=short%27s+cafe">Short's Cafe</a>...</i>]</span></blockquote><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span></div><div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">In Journal of Air Law & Commerce (Vol. 10, Issue 2 - 1939), Pembina was listed as a site that needed an established "...pilot-balloon station; and to Install Weather Bureau meteorological
personnel."</span></div></div></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div>
<sup>1</sup>: Despite <a href="https://www.deltamuseum.org/exhibits/delta-history/family-tree/northwest-airlines/decades/1920s">official Northwest Airlines history</a> saying it wasn't until 1928...<br /><br />
<sup>2</sup>: <a href="https://www.quora.com/Why-did-airliners-of-old-require-radio-operators">Why did airliners of old require radio operators</a>? <div><br /></div><div>One answer has touched on a major reason - Morse code operations. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Air-to-ground_communication">In the earliest days of aeronautical radio communications</a>, the airborne equipment and procedures were patterned after the very well-adapted and successful maritime radio system. </div><div><br /></div><div>The main differences were that the equipment usually was lower-powered and light-weight. </div><div><br /></div><div>This state-of-affairs extended through both WWI and the 1920s, so radio-equipped aircraft used primarily MF radiotelegraphy handled by a radio operator just like the ships. </div><div><br /></div><div>But the rapid evolution of radio in the early 1930s changed all this. </div><div><br /></div><div>Small and lightweight radiotelephony receivers and transmitters using the new HF frequency range became available, and were installed even in small and medium-sized aircraft.</div>Trishymousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448388630980259659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17544460.post-43995050233959074672022-01-12T02:21:00.008-06:002022-01-12T07:50:17.776-06:00St. Vincent Grain Warehouses & Elevators<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhOzYmWwWnTlLgUoGcurtc28Kwspe8vN-4INmp9z_YsfHwxnQPITAIAL9xma42IP7ynZRW9h9EYgMmPHMDrmWuP2QZAItDTB9Z_uiWCBzQ0Ho2lwgJo6rI6aa4HDjx1EagXgQ7OIyFJ2W0EyM4QtHFsU7OO16vbTmJyKHBXBXwnRG-97l6_NQ=s1600" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhOzYmWwWnTlLgUoGcurtc28Kwspe8vN-4INmp9z_YsfHwxnQPITAIAL9xma42IP7ynZRW9h9EYgMmPHMDrmWuP2QZAItDTB9Z_uiWCBzQ0Ho2lwgJo6rI6aa4HDjx1EagXgQ7OIyFJ2W0EyM4QtHFsU7OO16vbTmJyKHBXBXwnRG-97l6_NQ=s16000" /></a><div><br /></div><span style="font-size: large;">On Adams Avenue, in St. Vincent, Minnesota, <a href="https://56755.blogspot.com/2020/03/st-vincent-union-industrial-association.html">W.J.S. Traill</a> co-owned a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grain_elevator">frame grain warehouse</a> with the firm of <a href="https://www.google.com/books/edition/The_Book_of_Minnesotans/EEdCAAAAYAAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&dq=george+s.+barnes+grain&pg=PA30&printsec=frontcover">G.S. Barnes & Co.</a> (The St. Paul Daily Globe, June 14, 1879)</span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Another grain company that had an elevator in St. Vincent in 1879 - listed in that year's Business Directory - was the <a href="https://56755.blogspot.com/2013/10/st-vincent-business-listing-1879.html">Red Wing Mill Co.</a> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Also, the Red River Valley Elevator Co., and the Pembina Elevator Co. had grain warehouses in St. Vincent in the 1880s.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: large;">In 1917, the <i><a href="https://www.google.com/books/edition/The_Cooperative_Manager_and_Farmer/9JktAQAAMAAJ?hl=en">Co-operative Manager & Farmer</a></i> wrote about St. Vincent, Minnesota: "A 65% dividend was declared at the annual meeting of the Farmers' Elevator Company. The Manager was given a bonus amounting to $180. About $2,000 was placed in the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sinking_fund">sinking fund</a>."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjXQVv6Q4DGMqoFskTslm8v0nnXg3hHwJ28NGTu_cbx9lbOKdOm5riqAP3eQXW-U4tYNreK2P9tGgfKz6wg6NlLLHXkv9DXQOku6d2PuM45JU_olgUXEJdhx-4x9oqf5IdGyoDrv_ePFV0-mQgdq2QkTwDGoLKjlYGaoYTnd1Qvv0WNTR0vtg=s572" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="523" data-original-width="572" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjXQVv6Q4DGMqoFskTslm8v0nnXg3hHwJ28NGTu_cbx9lbOKdOm5riqAP3eQXW-U4tYNreK2P9tGgfKz6wg6NlLLHXkv9DXQOku6d2PuM45JU_olgUXEJdhx-4x9oqf5IdGyoDrv_ePFV0-mQgdq2QkTwDGoLKjlYGaoYTnd1Qvv0WNTR0vtg=w400-h366" width="500" /></a><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: medium;"><b>1888 St. Vincent map (west end), showing grain elevator on riverbank</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">The next year, in 1918, incorporation articles were filed for the new St. Vincent Elevator Company, with capital stock of $50,000; the incorporators were William N. <a href="https://56755.blogspot.com/search?q=gamble">Gamble</a>, <a href="https://56755.blogspot.com/2007/03/profile-william-ash-in-his-own-words.html">William Ash</a>, W.E. Ford, <a href="https://56755.blogspot.com/2021/03/reid-bonanza-farmer-st-vincent-booster.html">John Duff</a>, and Otto Thorson. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><blockquote style="text-align: justify;">"The St. Vincent Elevator Company, a new farmers' organization, of St. Vincent Township, has bought the elevator and mill business of the St. Anthony & Dakota Elevator Company, which also includes the coal sheds, two dwellings, and two coal sheds at Sultan, the first station east of here on the Soo Line.</blockquote><p>"The elevator, in addition to handling grain, will handle lumber and building material, also coal and seeds. Mr. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/13510737/harry-ward-davis">Harry Ward Davis</a> is the new manager."</p><p>It is evident from the news article at left, together with the other information earlier in this post, that the local farmers eventually realized they had to organize their own elevator to get the best prices they could for their grain. Their legacy is still going strong over a century later, with the Humboldt-St. Vincent Elevator Association...</p></span></div></div> Trishymousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448388630980259659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17544460.post-46352554492636953082021-10-13T23:25:00.140-05:002021-10-26T08:05:53.748-05:00Low Water: The Wreck of the Steamboat Dakota<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-isGrZnUl7Uc/YV2-Z26_CwI/AAAAAAABV40/UYnt12htIrIluo0-mI3pAByQ--t9enH7wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1733/Dakota_steamboat.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1380" data-original-width="1733" height="510" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-isGrZnUl7Uc/YV2-Z26_CwI/AAAAAAABV40/UYnt12htIrIluo0-mI3pAByQ--t9enH7wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h510/Dakota_steamboat.png" width="640" /></a></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7rvk8bW9kI8/YWddrNx77mI/AAAAAAABV6c/OT5o3vTLrOUknspg4x6e6BEV3RnUvlRYwCLcBGAsYHQ/s433/dakotawreck1.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="433" data-original-width="361" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7rvk8bW9kI8/YWddrNx77mI/AAAAAAABV6c/OT5o3vTLrOUknspg4x6e6BEV3RnUvlRYwCLcBGAsYHQ/s16000/dakotawreck1.jpg" /></a><span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><b>L</b></span><span style="font-size: large; text-align: left;">ate this past summer, </span><span style="font-size: large; text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/StVincentMemories/posts/6276863535671944/">this was posted</a> on the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/StVincentMemories/">St. Vincent Memories Facebook page</a>:</span></div><div><blockquote><span style="font-size: large;">Looking to see if anyone might know or have any more info on the story that might be behind this. As you all know the mighty red is far from mighty right now but I still decided to take my boat down to check things out. Came across what looked to be an old sunken boat of some sort. Brought it up to my dad and he said that his grandparents (Bud and Jean Feick) had said that it was an old steamboat that used to run from Forks to Winnipeg in the late 1800s but had gotten hung up and then just left in the river. They had also said that long ago you were able to see one of the masts sticking out of the water once the red would get lower. It sits about 3½ miles south of Pembina. Obviously most is completely covered with mud and/or missing but you can see about 30ft worth of deck right now. These boards are way bigger than they look in the pictures...</span></blockquote></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">There was much excitement in the group in reaction to the post. <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/StVincentMemories/posts/6276863535671944/">Over 70 comments</a> exploded the discussion:</span></div><blockquote><span style="font-size: large;">
Paul Maloney: What do the nails look like, if any survived? And I think remnants of the boiler would still be there if it was a steamboat.
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Jake Cosley: All the main nails used to hold the planks down are ¼x¼" square. There were a few large ½-⅝" round spikes used as well
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRGLzCdAt0jzKHLRKMketo8_2NFYPH64hyn-7_8O-XXlWDKcOVwDPrKynYf8TTWW3klwLGNygGGDaUYlc9lX2GnaHW9CcQPTngiaqt81Hyf7EjSms11ozrFluJjWAbw5eTolMt/s910/burneddecking.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="910" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRGLzCdAt0jzKHLRKMketo8_2NFYPH64hyn-7_8O-XXlWDKcOVwDPrKynYf8TTWW3klwLGNygGGDaUYlc9lX2GnaHW9CcQPTngiaqt81Hyf7EjSms11ozrFluJjWAbw5eTolMt/s320/burneddecking.jpg" width="291" /></a></div>Julie Lindegard: I will ask my dad <a href="https://56755.blogspot.com/2008/02/talking-with-bob.html">Bob Cameron</a> if he has any further info. Dad recalled hearing that Humboldt kids (St. Vincent kids were too far away) would often swim in the river and get on the boat and jump off. I can imagine it provided hours of entertainment for kids! He said that the Bockwitz family found and retrieved the anchor. They contacted my dad to take it to the museum in <a href="https://56755.blogspot.com/2010/11/bronson-dam.html">Lake Bronson</a> at least 30 years ago. That's where it is now. </span> </blockquote><p> </p><p><u></u></p><blockquote><span style="color: #76a5af;"><span style="font-size: large;"><u>At Right</u>: <i>Evidence of scorched and burned decking could still be seen, over 140 years later...</i></span><i> </i></span></blockquote><p></p><blockquote><span style="font-size: large;"></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hetty Walker: <a href="https://56755.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-memorium-charles-walker.html">Chuck always talked</a> about the steamboat, that got hung up …that could be it</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br />Janine Rustad: Talk to DeeDee Bakken---she used to say her dad knew exactly where it sunk </span></blockquote><blockquote><span style="font-size: large;">Julie Lindegard: Yes dad mentioned it was near/in the area of the Giffen farm. </span></blockquote><blockquote><span style="font-size: large;">Donald Burroughs: Does North Dakota have a historical society? Would be an opportunity to salvage some of the boat, those nails and boiler parts, paddle wheel hardware plus its coordinates to build a story around it.
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Trish Short Lewis: They have already been contacted about this. <a href="https://www.history.nd.gov/">State Historical Society of North Dakota</a>'s chief archaeologist, Andrew Clark.<br /><br />
Brandon Lee Legvold: Three (3) miles above Pembina it says which in Red River terms would be south of town so I would definitely say that is the hull of the Dakota that was found.<br /><br />
Trish Short Lewis: Since it’s only partially burned and witnesses say the ship burned, I think the idea of these being one of the two barges might be right. I reserve final judgment until we hear from DeeDee Bakken (hopefully) on what she recalls her father seeing… </span></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dHwbYIsqsvk/YWewVqLipMI/AAAAAAABV6k/lltyM0F1jEYnzhYeQG03-QO6XrPRX7RxwCPcBGAYYCw/s640/IMG-3716.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dHwbYIsqsvk/YWewVqLipMI/AAAAAAABV6k/lltyM0F1jEYnzhYeQG03-QO6XrPRX7RxwCPcBGAYYCw/s320/IMG-3716.jpg" width="240" /></span></a><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/StVincentMemories/posts/6302028129822151">[Note from Trish: I later spoke with DeeDee</a> and got some very interesting information from her! Also, the pump in the photo at left, was found by her, and then taken and donated to the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/KittsonCountyHistoryCenter">Kittson County History Center & Museum</a>, where it is today, along with the Anchor found many years ago by Humboldt's <a href="https://56755.blogspot.com/search?q=bockwitz">Bockwitz family</a>...]</span></div><blockquote><p><span style="font-size: large;"> Brandon Lee Legvold: [The source of the quoted newspaper article, which is pictured above, is...] the Worthington (Minnesota) Advance. August 19, 1880. Which oddly enough is today. I found this on <a href="https://chroniclingamerica.loc.gov/">Chronicling America</a>.</span></p></blockquote><blockquote><span style="font-size: large;">Trish Short Lewis: Full reference citation for article is <i>The Worthington Advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, August 19, 1880, Image 1
Image provided by Minnesota Historical Society; Saint Paul, MN</i> (Chronicling America)<br /><br />
Jim Benjaminson: <a href="https://www.history.nd.gov/hp/plstate.html">Preservation of the site</a> is paramount. </span></blockquote><div><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ow7_sM-Rv_4/YWpHsmgcZxI/AAAAAAABV68/0QcUkd-D8XMwSMtKX3bT-DWjSL9uCHXXQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/visitingwreck.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ow7_sM-Rv_4/YWpHsmgcZxI/AAAAAAABV68/0QcUkd-D8XMwSMtKX3bT-DWjSL9uCHXXQCLcBGAsYHQ/w480-h640/visitingwreck.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div style="font-size: x-large;"><span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: x-large;"><b>O</b></span><span style="font-size: large;">n August 26th, I took </span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/StVincentMemories/posts/6320424097982554">a field trip up to the wreck site</a><span> south of Pembina. The person who discovered the wreck - Jake Cosley - was kind enough to take me in his boat to the site, which was on the North Dakota side of the Red River of the North. It was an adventurous ride out, the boat hitting bottom and getting stuck at one point, the water levels were that low (that was why the wreck was revealed in the first place...) After a bit of creative 'jiggling', we broke free and were on our way again. </span></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">It was pretty exciting to be at the site of a 140 year old wreck! It became more and more apparent - between the onsite examination of the wood, old hardware, and what could be ascertained on the construction - that this was remnants of one or both of the barges that the Dakota had been towing full of freight, and that the ship was likely down the river a ways on the Minnesota side near the old Giffen farm. All the pieces fit, however - this had to be the wreck of the Dakota, it was the only thing that made sense from the evidence so far.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">That said, a proper survey and investigation needs to be done. And to that end, I contacted the State Historical Society of North Dakota's chief archaeologist, Andrew Clark. Andrew was intrigued about the find, and expressed a desire to come in-person to evaluate the wreck. However, as always, there is red tape. Funding, authorizations needed, etc. I had several conversations with him about what I saw, and he explained that at the very least, the location of the wreck needed to be updated. There was erroneous information in some records that needed correction. After my site visit, I was able to give him GPS coordinates of the wreck to update any official records out there. I also notified the <a href="https://www.mnhs.org/">Minnesota Historical Society</a> about the wreck's connection to Minnesota (the steamboat itself was likely within Minnesota jurisdiction). </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">It is my hope that next summer the SHSND can make an on-site visit to document this important vestige of our region's transportation history. Andrew Clark shared <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/StVincentMemories/posts/6328060037218960">this about a similar discovery</a> made on the Missouri River last year; it would be amazing if they could do the same depth of investigation with the Dakota - it is a fascinating slice of our local history, for sure!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l6TrvdVaUR4/YWe7uenwjUI/AAAAAAABV6s/q3p-sXPh_lkAhq2eZZUON8S0wQwLsGrngCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/wreck1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l6TrvdVaUR4/YWe7uenwjUI/AAAAAAABV6s/q3p-sXPh_lkAhq2eZZUON8S0wQwLsGrngCLcBGAsYHQ/s16000/wreck1.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">Part of the Dakota steamboat barge wreck as revealed during </div><div style="text-align: center;">Summer 2021 low water on the Red River of the North . . .</div></span></div>Trishymousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448388630980259659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17544460.post-89522521092677015472021-08-10T11:49:00.000-05:002021-08-10T11:49:31.965-05:00Where was Fort Pembina?<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fG0ZIS41hEQ/YRH-MoL8DRI/AAAAAAABUyc/f6sBFfsawmsrrJPi3YJo38x6mjfzecGwQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1119/116698522_10159006016071833_7266632461734186996_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="827" data-original-width="1119" height="590" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fG0ZIS41hEQ/YRH-MoL8DRI/AAAAAAABUyc/f6sBFfsawmsrrJPi3YJo38x6mjfzecGwQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h472/116698522_10159006016071833_7266632461734186996_n.jpg" width="800" /></a><br /><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBu_IHonuHw/YRKTnOCcFeI/AAAAAAABUyo/wjkAd-mmnhgQvUjLHSQbi7VuYE2lV04nQCPcBGAYYCw/s1340/36087716_10156755616421833_7308877312257163264_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1340" data-original-width="640" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBu_IHonuHw/YRKTnOCcFeI/AAAAAAABUyo/wjkAd-mmnhgQvUjLHSQbi7VuYE2lV04nQCPcBGAYYCw/w306-h640/36087716_10156755616421833_7308877312257163264_n.jpg" width="306" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Location of Fort Pembina: <i>All of section 16, 17 and 18. Township one hundred and sixty three (63), North Range Number 51, West of the 5th Principal Meridian. Site selected for post is on section 16 immediately on the Red River of the North one and one fourth miles above (South) of the mouth of the Pembina River.</i><br /><br />The post would be situated about two hundred yards from the Red River at low water. The location was chosen because it was the highest point near the Red River, having not flooded since 1851. Section seventeen was chosen because it could provide hay and pasturage, and section eighteen because it had the best stand of timber within five miles of the mouth of the Pembina. </span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: large;">From "</span><a href="https://commons.und.edu/theses/2512/"><span style="font-size: large;">History of Fort Pembina 1870-1895</span></a><span style="font-size: large;">" </span><span style="font-size: large;">(William D. Thomson thesis, 1968, UND.)</span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><u>Below</u>: Military Reservation Plans for Fort Pembina, Dakota Territory, showing blacksmith and carpenter shops, as well as officers and company quarters, kitchens and bake house, gardens, stables, hospital, magazine, and trader/sutler [think old-fashioned PX...]<br /></span><div><center><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wm1NhvpfF64/YRKTnOzEQfI/AAAAAAABUys/7YBPE6Rh26YkVDRc5mwShJd3-uOK8QAigCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/36320218_10156755616901833_2408082304808255488_n.jpg"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wm1NhvpfF64/YRKTnOzEQfI/AAAAAAABUys/7YBPE6Rh26YkVDRc5mwShJd3-uOK8QAigCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/36320218_10156755616901833_2408082304808255488_n.jpg" width="400" /></a>
<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1A7jxJMX_t4/YRKTnF3q0jI/AAAAAAABUy0/dX1VtKv5uWYxBoqJNmVv_G78fLFvPzBrACPcBGAYYCw/s960/36319078_10156755616571833_599081224064991232_n.jpg"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1A7jxJMX_t4/YRKTnF3q0jI/AAAAAAABUy0/dX1VtKv5uWYxBoqJNmVv_G78fLFvPzBrACPcBGAYYCw/w400-h300/36319078_10156755616571833_599081224064991232_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></center></div></div></div></div>Trishymousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448388630980259659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17544460.post-2548030259355150392021-07-20T04:10:00.001-05:002021-07-20T04:11:32.536-05:00PROFILE: Artist Marie Antionette Branchaud<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Image Credit: North Dakota Memories Collection, North Dakota State Library</td></tr>
</tbody></table><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;">A river with two boats runs along the foreground of <a href="http://www.grandforksherald.com/entertainment/2157140-early-20th-century-folk-art-display-near-cavalier-nd">the painting</a>. In the center there is a green grass area with many trees. Along the back row is a line of stores. There are four buildings starting with the National City Bank on the left. Branchaud's general store, Hardware Store, and Pembina Post Office follow from left to right.</blockquote>
<span style="font-size: large;"><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>Marie Antoinette Branchaud was born in 1907 in Cavalier, ND, to Raoul and Ernestine Branchaud. She and her sisters attended boarding school in St.Boniface, Manitoba, where she studied music in addition to regular studies.</span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
Antoinette was educated as a nurse. She married Andre (Tony) Schwob, a folk artist. <b><i>She began painting memories of her life and her family's life in Pembina and Cavalier, North Dakota. </i></b>Antoinette's paintings are well known in the folk art circles; her paintings hang in New York folk art galleries and are available on online auctions.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
The paintings at the Pembina County Historical Museum were donated by Antoinette's niece Charlotte Vogel of New York City in 2001. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>The artist's father Raoul Branchaud owned the general store in Pembina before moving to Cavalier to open a jewelry store in 1903. In the painting, the store seems to be on Cavalier Street facing the Red River.</i></span></div>Trishymousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448388630980259659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17544460.post-4636318914095878432021-06-19T08:36:00.002-05:002021-06-19T09:37:18.052-05:00The Empire Builder: J.J. Hill & the Great Northern Railway<span style="font-size: large;">One of the architects of settlement for our area - along with others like <a href="https://56755.blogspot.com/search?q=lord+selkirk">Lord Selkirk</a> - <a href="https://56755.blogspot.com/search?q=j.j.+hill">James J. Hill</a> was instrumental in how towns rose and fell, through the power of transportation that he held sway over...</span><br /><br />
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<p><a href="https://vimeo.com/229335704">THE EMPIRE BUILDER</a> from <a href="https://greatnorthernfilmworks.com/">Great Northern Filmworks</a> on <a href="https://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>Trishymousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448388630980259659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17544460.post-90394711905710727332021-06-05T06:34:00.007-05:002021-06-09T13:00:56.950-05:00J.J. Hill Obituary<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15MvJiE014E/YK_G13wUzUI/AAAAAAABURo/i0HEPny_piswEWVq7qIk5seKHu6uecd-QCPcBGAYYCw/s981/jjhhjamesjhill.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; padding: 1em 20px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="981" data-original-width="764" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15MvJiE014E/YK_G13wUzUI/AAAAAAABURo/i0HEPny_piswEWVq7qIk5seKHu6uecd-QCPcBGAYYCw/w311-h400/jjhhjamesjhill.jpg" width="311" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><div><span style="font-size: large;">J. J. Hill Dead In St. Paul Home At The Age of 77</span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><div><br /></div><div><i>Special to THE NEW YORK TIMES</i><br />
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ST. PAUL, May 29--James J. Hill, builder of the "Northwest Empire," died at 9:30 A.M. today at <a href="https://www.mnhs.org/hillhouse">his house</a>, 240 Summit Avenue.<br />
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In his room, in the southeast corner on the second floor of the brownstone house, overlooking the city to which he came sixty years ago as a clerk, the end came. His age, 77 years, was a handicap in combating the hemorrhoidal infection, which dates from May 17.<br />
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At the bedside were the children, hastily summoned from homes throughout the nation, the only member of the immediate family not present being Mrs. Anson M. Beard of New York. Kneeling at the bed, her hands clasping the hand of the man whose wife and helpmate she had been since 1867, was Mrs. Hill. Nearby was the Rev. Thomas J. Gibbons, Vicar General of the Catholic Diocese of St. Paul, Mr. Hill having for years been on intimate terms with the clergy here, though not a member of the Church to which his wife belongs.<br />
<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">The Mayo Brothers attended Hill during his last days...</span></div><br />
Dr. <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hermann_Biggs">Hermann M. Biggs</a>, who was called into consultation during the last illness of the financier, was the only physician present as the end approached. Drs. William F. and Charles H. Mayo had gone; there was no more they could do.<br />
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John J. Toomey, Mr. Hill's confidential business agent for many years, left the Hill residence twenty minutes after his chief died. Shortly afterward came Ralph Budd, assistant to Louis W. Hill, President of the Great Northern. Then came <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louis_W._Hill">Louis W. Hill</a>. The latter walked between the Rev. Father Gibbons and George A. MacPherson, intimate friend of the family. <i>Grief, showing plainly in the faces of all the men, was most poignant in the face of the son, Louis,</i> who will take up the generalship of the interests his father built and husbanded.<br />
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The funeral will be held at his Summit Avenue home at 2 P.M. Wednesday. Interment will be in a private mausoleum to be erected at North Oaks, long the summer home of the Empire Builder.<br />
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The general public will not have an opportunity formally to pay tributes to the leading citizen of the Northwest, but Mr. Hill's associates and the faithful employes who made possible his great achievements will be admitted to the house to view the body before the funeral services. The family statement includes a request that no flowers be sent. The Rev. Thomas J. Gibbons, vicar general of the Catholic diocese of St. Paul, who attended Mr. Hill during his last few hours, will officiate at the funeral.<br />
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The family statement was as follows:<span><a name='more'></a></span><br /><i></i><blockquote><i>
St. Paul, Minn., May 29, 1916</i><br />
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Mr. Hill passed away very peacefully after several hours of unconsciousness. All the members of the immediate family were present except one daughter, Mrs. Anson Beard, who will arrive tonight, and one grandson, James N.B. Hill, son of Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Hill, who will arrive from Cambridge tomorrow.<br />
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Vicar General Gibbons attended Mr. Hill during his last hours, and will officiate at the funeral services at the house and also at the grave. The public services will be held at the residence, 240 Summit Avenue, 2 P.M. Wednesday. Interment will be in private at North Oaks, where a family mausoleum or memorial chapel will probably be built.<br />
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Following the simplicity which the family know would be the desire of Mr. Hill, the request is made that no flowers or floral offerings be sent to the house. Tuesday at 2 P.M., at the residence, an opportunity will be given the veteran employes and the other employes of the Great Northern Railroad Company to pay their respects and take a last farewell of their old employer.<br />
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All afternoon telegrams continued to pour in from all parts of the country with expressions of condolence for the family.<br />
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The active pallbearers will be M. R. Brown, private secretary to J. J. Hill; Ralph Budd, assistant to the President, Great Northern Railway Company; C. W. Gordon, President Gordon & Ferguson Co.; J. M. Gruber, Vice President Great Northern Railway Company; W. P. Kenny, Vice President Great Northern Railway Company; Theodore Schulze, President Foot, Schulze & Co.; P. L. Howe, Minneapolis; G. A. MacPherson, intimate friend of the Hill family; J. J. Toomey, official of the Great Northern Railway and the First National Bank, and Charles Maitland, for twenty-five years a coachman in the Hill family.<br />
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At the announcement of the death of Mr. Hill Governor Burnquist ordered the flags at the Capitol placed at half mast, to remain so until after the funeral. This is said to be the first time that such deference has been shown a private citizen in the State.<br />
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"In the passing of James J. Hill the greatest constructive genius of the Northwest is gone," Governor Burnquist said. "He was acknowledged as its foremost railroad builder and business man, but his unparalleled ability appeared in many other fields of endeavor. He was ever greatly interested in agriculture, art, and education. His great and numerous gifts, especially to his city and to various institutions of learning, show his philanthropic spirit. The loss which his city, his State, and nation have sustained through his death cannot be measured."<br />
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James J. Hill's wealth is estimated all the way from $100,000,000 to $300,000,000. It probably is nearer the former figure than the latter.<br />
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The control of the First National Bank of St. Paul passed from James J. Hill to his son L.W. Hill, two weeks ago. Mr. Hill planned a great future for the First National Bank, and his policy will be carried out by his son.<br />
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In passing over the control of the First National Bank Mr. Hill told his son that he was more responsible for its rapid growth and development than any other person; and that he was entitled to the reward of his efforts. The transfer of the stock was made at the same time. The First National Bank has a combined capital and surplus of $5,000,000 and more than $54,000,000 in deposits. It is the second largest bank west of the Mississippi River.<br />
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All traffic on Hill roads and all boats on the Hill lines will be stopped for five minutes, from 2 P.M. until 2:05 P.M., Wednesday, in tribute to the dead.<br />
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Mr. Hill had absolute control of the First National Bank and Northwestern Trust Company, which have a combined capital and surplus of [missing text]. He is a large owner of stock [missing text] the Chase National Bank of New York, the First National Bank of Chicago and the Northwestern National Bank in Minneapolis. He holds a large share in the Great Northern Pacific Steamship Company.<br />
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The greatest portion of Mr. Hill's wealth, however, lies in the stock and bonds of the Great Northern, Northern Pacific, and Burlington Railroads.<br />
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The executors of Mr. Hill's estate probably will be Louis W. Hill, son, and the Northwestern Trust Company. L.W. Hill will succeed his father as head of the Hill properties. Since becoming President and Chairman of the Board of Directors of the Great Northern Road, Chairman of the Board of Directors of the First National Bank and the Northwestern Trust Company, L.W. Hill has been getting into the harness to take up his father's business.<br />
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Heads of these companies today would not talk of a possible successor to Mr. Hill.<br />
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The Career of James J. Hill </b><br />
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From a Small Beginning to the Greatest "Empire Builder"</i><div><br />
Leaving as a monument of his life's work more than 6,000 miles of railroad, with gross earnings of $66,000,000 from carrying 15,000,000 tons of freight annually, along whose line in six different States of the great Northwest are scattered 400,000 farms, with 65,000,000 acres of improved land worth $5,000,000,000, James Jerome Hill was called the greatest empire builder of the new world.<br />
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Born near Guelph, in Wellington County, Ontario, Canada, he was the son of an Irish- Canadian, who went there in 1826 and became a successful farmer. His mother was Scottish, and Mr. Hill inherited the best traits of both races. His early education was obtained in the Rockwood Academy, a Quaker school, which he attended until his fifteenth year, when his father died.<br />
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It was three years later that the boy made his first vital decision to emigrate to the United States. In memory of this there still stands a stump at his old home, on which is rudely cut, "The last tree chopped by James J. Hill." His resolution to leave his home for pastures new was brought about by one of those chance incidents that mold the lives of great men. According to the story, a wayworn traveler stopped at the Hill farm for dinner, leaving his horse tied at the gate. The boy saw that the animal was tired and carried it a pail of water. The stranger was pleased at his thoughtfulness, and as he rode off tossed him a newspaper from the United States and called out gravely, "Go there, young man. That country needs youngsters of your spirit."<br />
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Young Hill read the paper carefully and found that it contained glowing accounts of the opportunities in the States. He decided to investigate for himself, and with that decision Canada lost one who might have proved to be her most useful citizen. The next morning he chopped that famous last tree.<br />
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Gets Work on Riverfront</b><br />
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Then he started on his travels, which led from Maine to Minnesota, during which he was always investigating and observing--always looking for the chance that he felt would come to him. It was in 1856 that he disembarked from a Mississippi River packet at St. Paul, then a frontier town of about 5,000 inhabitants. After looking the town over, young Hill decided to go to work and obtained a job as stevedore and clerk with W.J. Bass & Co., agents for the Dubuque & St. Paul Packet Company. True to the instinct that was to make him great, he began to study river transportation and during the next fifteen years became a master of its problems. With knowledge came the realization of the needs of the great Northwest, and in 1865 Mr. Hill took the agency of the Northwest Packet Company, later becoming representative for the St. Paul and Pacific Railroad.<br />
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In 1869 Mr. Hill started in business for himself, when he organized the firm of Hill, Griggs & Co., in the transportation and fuel trade, and brought to St. Paul the first coal ever seen there. <span style="font-size: large;">Two years later, after <b><span style="color: #76a5af;">learning first hand of the fertile Red River Valley </span></b>and seeing that adequate transportation was its crying need, he obtained a flat-bottomed steamer and established the first regular communication between St. Paul and the Manitoba ports along the river.</span></div><div>
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St. Paul was then having its first experience with railroad building and was meeting with poor success. Eighty miles of road had been laid to St. Cloud, 316 miles to Breckenridge. In addition, there were 100 miles built into space which were said to begin and end nowhere. This railroad venture finally collapsed with a debt of $33,000,000, it's only assets being "a few streaks of rust and a right of way." In addition it had earned the ill-will of all those connected with it.</div><br />Close to the land and knowing its promise, Mr. Hill felt that there were great things in store for the property. He felt a consuming desire to acquire it. Success had been the result of his hard work and foresight so far, and he began to make definite plans for getting hold of those dead railroads. For five years he dickered, those who knew his hopes regarding him as a visionary, and then he made the final decision and acted. He sold all his other interests, receiving $100,000 for them, and, in partnership with Donald A. Smith (afterward Lord Strathcona), George Stephen (afterward Lord Mountstephen), and John S. Kennedy (the New York banker), obtained the property he desired.<div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jeHdKp5y0Lg/YLozPSE6-xI/AAAAAAABUXs/SyP-YeL77_wHc5wmoG2xBLvL_XCV7IImgCPcBGAYYCw/s1310/HillsFolly.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1310" data-original-width="840" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jeHdKp5y0Lg/YLozPSE6-xI/AAAAAAABUXs/SyP-YeL77_wHc5wmoG2xBLvL_XCV7IImgCPcBGAYYCw/w256-h400/HillsFolly.png" width="256" /></a></div><br />Becomes Railroad Manager</b><br />
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This was the birth of the St. Paul, Minnesota & Manitoba Railway, which was formed to operate the property, with Mr. Hill as General Manager and chief of practically all operations. This was in 1878, and four years later he became Vice President, being elected President the following year. As chief executive he held the power to realize his dreams of a great transportation system, and he undertook to extend the road to the Pacific Ocean. Again the skeptics regarded his plans as impossible of successful completion, and the extension became known as "</div></blockquote></div><a href="https://books.google.com/books?id=tFUPEAAAQBAJ&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&lpg=PA193&dq=hill's%20folly&pg=PA193#v=onepage&q=hill's%20folly&f=false">Hill's Folly</a><span>." It was thought that it would be utterly impractical for his system to live in the face of the competition it was forced to meet. There were three great systems to the south, all of which received large Government bonuses, whereas the "Manitoba," or the "Great Northern," as it soon came to be known, did not have a dollar of Government subsidy or the grant of an acre of land to help it in its progress from the Minnesota boundary to the sea. Those who considered these facts failed to remember that the line had "Jim" Hill, as he was known, back of it. With his indomitable energy and grim determination the Great Northern had more behind it than all the Government land grants and subsidies the other roads had leaned on.</span></div><div>
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Critics said that he was building through a country barren of people, which could give his line no tonnage and would mean ruin. But they reckoned without the genius of the empire builder. He laid rails westward at the rate of a mile a day, and at an average cost of $30,000 a mile, and as he went he left a trail of embryonic farms and homesteads by the railside. Thus was the foundation laid for the coming empire.<br />
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Then came the completion of the line to Puget Sound, and the empire builder turned his genius to building up the land that must support his road. Knowing that there was quick money in beef and hogs, he introduced the livestock industry into vast areas of bunch-grass plains and improved the breeds of stock by importing the best blood that money could buy. <a href="https://56755.blogspot.com/search?q=northcote">He turned to farming</a> and sent demonstration trains through the country with experts who showed the people how to grow more wheat to the acre, and then to market this grain, he made a cheap rate by railroad and steamship to Buffalo, where it was handled in the great elevators he built.<br /><span style="font-family: courier;"><blockquote>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4OLMiL_Fzif_SNdC1rGd_IpiGPDTJ0-My7gPkKo8TigjSSnUkkCalodNCpbiXG3knZtb3qzwtBuxAEnv14Ai5iI3w4lXflgWXUIjdr5fQDV-nQG4I9vOMPcIjMj4uy5BycM6Z/s739/Screenshot+2021-05-28+4.28.16+AM.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="739" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4OLMiL_Fzif_SNdC1rGd_IpiGPDTJ0-My7gPkKo8TigjSSnUkkCalodNCpbiXG3knZtb3qzwtBuxAEnv14Ai5iI3w4lXflgWXUIjdr5fQDV-nQG4I9vOMPcIjMj4uy5BycM6Z/w400-h289/Screenshot+2021-05-28+4.28.16+AM.png" width="400" /></a></div><br />For twenty years Mr. Hill left nothing undone to develop his empire and to make it bring tonnage to "<a href="https://books.google.com/books?id=Us46AQAAIAAJ&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&dq=hill's%20folly&pg=RA1-PA171#v=onepage&q=hill's%20folly&f=false">Hill's Folly</a>," the Great Northern. During these years he came to be regarded as a sort of father by his people. They came and took up the land and thriving towns grew up almost before the weeds had grown on the railroad cuts and embankments. All through four States the name of Hill swayed the destinies of men, and there seemed to be nothing that could happen unless he was directly or indirectly responsible for its successful conclusion. </blockquote></span><blockquote><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><blockquote style="text-align: justify;"><i>The term "Hill's Folly" gradually changed to "Hill's Fortune"--his courage, foresight and will power had won.</i></blockquote></span>With his fast-growing empire behind him, he stood at the Pacific tidewater, and the Orient beckoned to him. He saw the golden opportunities that awaited him there, and he organized a fleet of Pacific steamships for the commercial invasion of China and Japan. Japan, then in the first flush of her recent growth, wanted steel rails, but proposed getting them from England, as the rates were less. It is said that John W. Gates, the Chicago steel magnate, came to Mr. Hill with the proposition of getting American rails to China, and the railroad man replied: "I will make you a rate of $8 a ton from Chicago or Pittsburgh to Yokohama. If that is too much, I will carry it for the axle grease used on the locomotives and freight cars; if you can't stand that, I will carry your freight for nothing!"<br />
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Northern Pacific "Corner"</b><br />
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Mr. Hill's great passion for empire building conflicted with another great passion for railroad domain, and there ensued the great stock market fight for the control of the Northern Pacific, with its memorable <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panic_of_1901">"Blue Thursday," May 9, 1901</a>, the story of which is still told in Wall Street. E.H. Harriman and his associates had then developed the Union Pacific system and had formed a close alliance with the Chicago, Milwaukee & St. Paul. Mr. Hill's roads lacked a Chicago outlet. Together with the late J.P. Morgan, Mr. Hill first endeavored to secure the St. Paul. That road was not for sale. They then bought control of the Burlington and turned it over to the Great Northern and Northern Pacific. Mr. Harriman and Jacob H. Schiff met this move by starting after the Northern Pacific in the open market, and so well conducted their campaign that they had all but control of the property before the Hill-Morgan crowd learned of the fight against them.<br />
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Mr. Morgan, who was abroad, cabled orders to buy all the Northern Pacific to be found in the market. The Harriman party was no less eager. Brokers acting for both sides bid the stock up until on the day of the corner it sold at $1,000 a share, while panic seized the Stock Exchange and the rest of the market broke widely, sweeping away an estimated $1,000,000,000 of market values. If all of the Northern Pacific stock that had been contracted for on the Exchange could have been delivered, it turned out, each party would have had a majority. But delivery was impossible, and a compromise was reached in which shorts were permitted to settle.<br />
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Following the settlement of the struggle in the stock market, the count of stock showed the Harriman party in possession of the majority of Northern Pacific common and preferred combined. But Mr. Hill and his associates had a majority of the common, and, being in control of the company, were in a position, under its charter, to retire the preferred stock. Thus the upshot was not far from a drawn battle, and there was evolved, by way of peace terms, the Northern Securities Company, to which were turned over the Great Northern and Northern Pacific, carrying the control of the Burlington, held by both parties. The United States Supreme Court subsequently dissolved the holding company, but in so doing ordered its shares distributed pro rata, much to Mr. Harriman's disappointment, and the control of the three roads reverted to Mr. Hill and his associates.<br />
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The best <a href="https://www.lexico.com/definition/pen-picture">pen picture</a> of "Jim" Hill is that written during the days of the Northern Pacific "corner." He was always a Westerner and in times of stress was at his best.<br />
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After the smash--when more than $1,000,000,000 had been swept away, precipitating one of the worst panics known in the history of finance--James J. Hill, the storm centre of it all, stood grim, unshaken, and impregnable. He was aptly described by one of those who called on him at his hotel here:<br /><blockquote><span style="font-family: courier;">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tVifYO-RHYA/YLr-QepDrsI/AAAAAAABUX8/TVoiYwMSSSM2-7wIvK9rGC9GYM1Nq6GYwCLcBGAsYHQ/s505/JJHillFullLength.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="505" data-original-width="274" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tVifYO-RHYA/YLr-QepDrsI/AAAAAAABUX8/TVoiYwMSSSM2-7wIvK9rGC9GYM1Nq6GYwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/JJHillFullLength.jpg" /></a></div>"Somewhat below the average height," he said, "but built like a buffalo, with a prodigious chest and neck and head; his arms long, sinewy, powerful; his feet large and firm planted and his legs as solid as steel columns--truly a massive, imposing figure of a man. And the head--shaggy brows, shading an eye that bored right through; a mass of long, iron-gray hair reaching to the collar of his coat, and a heavy, rough, iron-gray beard, growing without restraint over the entire face, yet hiding nothing of the immense chin and powerful jaws, and the wide lips, between which showed two rows of teeth seemingly fit to crunch iron.<br />
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"A very pile-driver of a man, slow and deliberate to rise, but swift and crushing in the downward stroke. A man to avoid as an enemy, a joy as a friend. On this night, the whole financial structure of the country lying about him in ruins, Hill's eye was veiled with the light of combat. The skin showing at the temples was pale with the strain, the great hands clenched and opened and clenched again. His voice was harsh and his speech tense with suppression.":In times such as these Mr. Hill was as resourceful and dominant as the late J. Pierpont Morgan. Like him, he was brusque and willful--his enemies called him overbearing."</span></blockquote>
Mr. Hill was interested in many other properties in addition to his railroads and steamship lines, and is said to have bought into the famous Mesabi iron range at exactly the right time. So huge were his interests there that he testified before the Stanley Steel Committee in 1912 he would receive $750,000,000 in ore from properties which he acquired for $4,050,000.<br />
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In April, 1907, he retired as President of the Great Northern, and became Chairman of the Board of Directors, from which he resigned in June, 1912, retaining only his membership in the Executive Committee of the Board. His son, Louis W. Hill, succeeded him both as President and Chairman.<br />
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For more than a score of years Mr. Hill was a national figure, and in September, 1915, came here from his home in St. Paul on the urgent request of the group of bankers who made the $500,000,000 loan to the Allies, and spent some time in consultation with them over the transaction. He said that it would prove to be a help to this country, but expressed regret that his presence here forced him to forego his birthday celebration at home.<br />
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The story of Mr. Hill's marriage is one that was often told as an example of romance. When he was a station agent near St. Paul he boarded at the Merchants' Hotel, where <a href="https://www.mnhs.org/hillhouse/learn/family/mary-theresa-hill">Mary Mehegan</a> served his meals to him. He lost his heart to her and won her promise that she would marry him. Then he sent her away to school, where he paid for her education, and when she returned some years later they were married. Their home life was said to be most happy, and they were never more joyful than when surrounded by <a href="https://www.mnhs.org/hillhouse/learn/family">their three sons and six daughters</a> in the St. Paul home.<br />
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Mr. Hill always insisted that there was no secret in his great success. He had no new receipts for success to offer, and said: "The man with the big opportunity today is the man in the ranks." Extravagance, he insisted, was often the cause of failure. Mr. Hill regarded this as a national tendency, against which he strongly set himself, particularly when it concerns the natural resources of the United States.<br />
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During his active supervision of the Great Northern system, Mr. Hill oversaw every detail, often to the wonder and despair of the employes with whom he often came in contact.<br />
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His fame in his own country, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Northwest_Territory">the Northwest</a>, and among his own people, those with whom he peopled his "empire," is attested by the fact that there are said to be at least ten thousand stories afloat in the Swedish sections, and all having him for their hero. He ruled his road and people almost like a dictator. The route of the road, and the locations of its settlements, were all decided by him, whether others liked it or not, as part of his economic policy. Branch lines of his road were built with singular regularity, always providing a minimum of short lines on which light trains were necessary.<br />
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The principal tenets of his railway gospel were low grades, heavy power, large capacity cars, big trainloads on main lines, and he began to preach these things at a time when the best railway men thought them mere visions.<br />
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His Interest in Art</b><br />
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It was said that Mr. Hill was gifted with fine tastes and a keen artistic sense of beauty of form and color, and his collections of art and jewels were among the finest in the country. From the earliest days of his prosperity he spent money in indulging what might be called his secret passion for gems of the rarest. None of these were ever used for personal adornment by either their owner or his family, except on the rarest occasions. His pleasure in them was that of the collector.<br />
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His knowledge of precious stones was that of an expert, and several years ago it was said his collection was worth more than $2,000,000. One of his delights, in his hours of leisure, was to take out his collection and show it to his friends, explaining the distinctive points of each stone.<br />
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From precious stones, his first love, he turned to art. When he built <a href="https://www.mnhs.org/hillhouse/learn/house">his great home on Summit Avenue</a>, in St. Paul, one of his chief features was the picture gallery, two hundred feet long, and running from one end to the other of the residence. It is finished in oak, with a large pipe organ at one end and a great fireplace at the other, over which hangs Ribot's "Christ Taken from the Cross." Mr. Hill was his own agent in the selection and purchase of his works of art, and it was said that he could not be deceived by spurious works or copies, and seldom failed to discern the true value of a picture.<br />
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It was not generally known that he was a fair artist himself. He would take his brushes and palette, and with a keen sense of the values of light, shade, coloring and perspective, would turn out a very fair painting. When he was a boy in the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rockwood_Academy_(Ontario)">Quaker school</a> in Rockwood, Canada, he used to draw and make copies of famous engravings and paintings.<br />
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His picture gallery was said to be a paradise for art lovers. There are eighteen examples of the best work of Corot, which critics say cannot be matched in the world, not even in the Louvre. There are also splendid works by Fromentin, Decamp, Puvis de Chavannes, Millet, Troyon, Bouguereau, Banvin, Cazin, Henner, Laurens, Jules Breton, Daubigny, Dupre, Delacroix and Diaz. No estimate of the value of his collection has ever been given, but it is known that Mr. Hill seldom paid less than $50,000 for a picture.<br />
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Gifts to Charity<br /></b>
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Mr. Hill was generous in his charities, and had given hundreds of thousands of dollars to the worthy poor. When he gave up his old home in St. Paul and moved into the Summit Avenue mansion, he gave the old residence, complete in all its furnishings, to the Little Sisters of the Poor. In addition to this gift he had always contributed largely to their work in St. Paul and the Northwest.<br />
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He took an active interest in the Catholic College, near St. Paul, and gave it an endowment of $500,000. Mrs. Hill was always a devout Catholic, and they were married in a Catholic church by a priest. Mr. Hill also gave largely to other church organizations and charitable societies.<br />
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In 1908 Mr. Hill brought the house at 8 East Sixty-fifth Street, where he made his home when in this city. He was a member of the Union, Metropolitan, Manhattan, Jekyll Island, Down Town and New York Yacht Clubs, and an honorary member of the Rocky Mountain Club. In addition, he belonged to numerous clubs and other organizations in the West.<br />
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Honored by Yale</b><br />
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Mr. Hill received the degree of LL.D. from Yale in 1910. Harvard has the Hill Professorship of Transportation endowed by seventy-four friends of the great railway builder. He addressed many audiences on railroad and other economic topics and wrote a good deal. "Highways of Progress" and many pamphlets dealt with the business problems of the day.</div></blockquote><div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div>Trishymousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448388630980259659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17544460.post-57670894844533072762021-05-25T13:18:00.018-05:002021-06-09T13:03:24.447-05:00A (Back)Story of a Drowning: John Mortimer, St. Vincent, & the Red River<span id="docs-internal-guid-db444fe6-7fff-c5a4-10ba-bde509366993"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 60.4pt; margin-right: 60.65pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin: 0pt 60.65pt 0pt 60.4pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4f81bc; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: x-large; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">John Thomas Mortimer – Portrait of a Radical</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 160.75pt; margin-right: 160.6pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin: 0pt 160.6pt 0pt 160.75pt; text-align: center;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">by Isabel Watson</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 28.35pt; margin-right: 32.6pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin: 0pt 32.6pt 0pt 28.35pt;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When we were children, my Mother often talked about her childhood: her parents, her brothers, their home life. She had a fund of stories too about aunts and uncles, many of whom we had never met but whom we came to know through the many retellings. This is often the starting point for family history exploration. <span style="color: #76a5af;">One detail frequently mentioned was that her father had farmed in Canada at one point in his life and one of his sons from his first marriage had died tragically by going through the ice on the Red River "near Winnipeg" (read: St. Vincent, Minnesota) and his body had not been recovered until the spring.</span> We knew nothing more than that </span><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;">bare outline of a story. It was not until I began to research my Grandfather's life that I came to discover the full extent of the story of John Thomas Mortimer.</span></span></i></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 28.35pt; margin-right: 32.6pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin: 0pt 32.6pt 0pt 28.35pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 28.35pt; margin-right: 32.6pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin: 0pt 32.6pt 0pt 28.35pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My Grandfather, James Mortimer, was born at the Home Farm, Kirkton of Tealing, in the rural hinterland of Dundee in 1841. He came from generations of farm </span><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;">workers, many of whom had had small-scale tenancies on the Glamis estate, especially at Upper Arniefoul. Although James's father Alexander had moved to nearby Tealing, then to Balbeuchley at Auchterhouse, James returned to Glamis to serve his apprenticeship as a blacksmith with Peter Anderson at the smiddy there. Perhaps looking for more lucrative employment after his time was served, he moved to Dundee to one of its many jute mills, Ladybank Mill, and in 1864 married Ann Russell, a steam loom weaver, in Lochee. They were to have six children before Ann's untimely death from cerebro-spinal meningitis in 1876.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 28.35pt; margin-right: 32.6pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin: 0pt 32.6pt 0pt 28.35pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 28.35pt; margin-right: 32.6pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin: 0pt 32.6pt 0pt 28.35pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_UCLUDIndtc/YJtDqY3vudI/AAAAAAABULs/PIQAponskfUgNfrwwbwigArIhHOaliF3gCLcBGAsYHQ/s918/johnmortimer.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="918" data-original-width="705" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_UCLUDIndtc/YJtDqY3vudI/AAAAAAABULs/PIQAponskfUgNfrwwbwigArIhHOaliF3gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/johnmortimer.jpg" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></span><div><span><span style="font-size: medium;">John was the fourth of the children, born on 3 March <span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">1871 at 3 Laing Street, Dundee, becoming the eldest son, as the first-born boy, Samuel, had died aged two </span><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;">in 1867. After Ann's death, James was married for a second time in 1880 to Helen Innes (nee Watson), widow of a blacksmith journeyman. Their marriage certificate provided a surprising piece </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">of new information: James's occupation was given </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">as 'Insurance Agent'. From blacksmith to insurance agent – how had this transformation occurred? My Mother had always favoured the Prudential Assurance Agency because of her father's connection to that company. So I felt it would be worthwhile to approach their Head Office in the hope that they might have some archive material about former employees. Their Archivist was able to provide me with a full account of my Grandfather's career with them – treasure trove indeed! </span></span><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 28.35pt; margin-right: 32.6pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin: 0pt 32.6pt 0pt 28.35pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 28.35pt; margin-right: 32.6pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin: 0pt 32.6pt 0pt 28.35pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The history of the company, </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A Sense of Security: 150 Years of Prudential</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, gives an idea of how field staff were recruited, being </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">'only capable men of thorough respectability, and of favourable appearance and address'. In his latter years, my Grandfather continued to demonstrate a lively mind and interest in a wide variety of subjects. It is likely that he had pursued evening class studies as a young </span><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;">man and was eager for self-improvement, thus fulfilling the requirement of being seen as capable.</span></span></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 28.35pt; margin-right: 27pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin: 0pt 27pt 0pt 28.35pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In the Census of 1881, the family was living at 13 North Wellington Street, Dundee, with father working as an Insurance Agent and Helen established as wife and mother to the five children, all still at home, Maggie (13), Annie (11), John (10), Alexander (8) and William (6), all scholars. Between his initial appointment to the Prudential in 1876 and 1884, James </span><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;">held contracts of employment in Dundee and Forfar, then in February 1884 he was appointed to a position in Airdrie, Lanarkshire, where he was to remain for most of the rest of his life.</span></span></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 28.35pt; margin-right: 29pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin: 0pt 29pt 0pt 28.35pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">By the 1891 Census, James and Helen were living at 13 High Street in Airdrie and had only two of the family still living at home, Alexander aged 18, a schoolmaster, and William aged 16, a letter carrier. The daughters had moved out, perhaps into employment, and John was in lodgings in Glasgow at 113 McAslin Street (St. Rollox) and working as a tailor. His fellow-lodger in the home of John and Mary Mitchell was Peter McPherson, who would become his brother-in-law by marrying his sister Maggie.</span></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 28.35pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A moment of serendipity</span></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 28.35pt; margin-right: 33.15pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin: 0pt 33.15pt 0pt 28.35pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I need to digress at this point to explain how it was I came to learn of the Canadian part of the story. What follows is a moment of serendipity. I had joined the Tay Valley Family History Society and being distant from the Research Centre in Dundee, was delighted when an e-mailing group, Tay Valley Bridges, was set up to bring into contact the many members worldwide who were not able to visit Dundee regularly. On one memorable occasion, an online conversation was taking place which involved <span style="color: #cc0000;">Winnipeg</span>. On a whim, </span><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;">I posted a request to see if anyone could tell me how to go about tracing the death of </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">a young man named Mortimer by drowning in the Red River, on some unknown date. Back came the reply from fellow-member Susan Bethune, who happened to have in her possession a copy of the </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dictionary of Canadian Biography</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, with an entry about John Thomas Mortimer, tailor and Trade Union activist. And so his story unfolded.</span></span></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 28.35pt; margin-right: 28.45pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin: 0pt 28.45pt 0pt 28.35pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It is by no means clear when John first went to Canada.<b><span style="color: #76a5af;"> He was registered as an American citizen in St. Vincent, Kittson County, Minnesota, on 11 June 1906, having 'landed at the <a href="https://56755.blogspot.com/2011/05/st-vincent-port-of-entry.html">port of St. Vincent</a> on or about the month of November in the year eighteen hundred and ninety'.</span></b> This information seems at least debatable.<sup>1</sup> His entry in the 1891 Census in Glasgow is quite clear and credible. There would not be any obvious reason why, having made the journey to the USA or Canada, he should immediately return to employment in Glasgow. <i>His connection with St. Vincent came about through his wife, Lena Cameron, of whom more later.</i> The first mention of him living in Winnipeg is in 1895, when we find him listed as a tailor in the </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Henderson's Directory </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">and resident at 326 McDermot Avenue, Winnipeg. along with Wm. Mortimer, described as an engineer. The brothers remained at that address for each year until 1898.</span></span></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 28.35pt; margin-right: 31.65pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin: 0pt 31.65pt 0pt 28.35pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The year 1895 certainly does seem significant. My Grandfather James and his wife Helen also travelled to Canada in that year. James resigned from his employment with the Prudential in April 1895 and was awarded a gratuity of £30. He and Helen sailed from Glasgow on 25 April, occupying a second-class cabin on the SS </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Samaritan</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, and arrived in Montreal on 8 May. They would then have made their way overland to Winnipeg. Little is known of their time there. James had a farm near Brandon, north-west of Winnipeg, which </span><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;">he eventually sold to a James Fraser in 1897 before returning to Scotland. It was always related within the family that Helen was unwell and yearned to go back home to Scotland. Indeed she died in Airdrie in 1898 and is buried in the New Monkland Cemetery. Grandfather James subsequently married for a third time, to Isabella Ann Power, my Grandmother, and had a new young family of which my Mother was the only daughter.</span></span></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />
John's involvement with the Trade Union movement in Winnipeg is well documented. John Hample, in his entry about <a href="http://www.biographi.ca/en/bio/mortimer_john_t_13F.html">John Thomas Mortimer</a> in the <span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="http://www.biographi.ca/en/index.php">Dictionary Of Canadian Biography</a>, </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">states: <i>After September 1896 he began a rise to prominence in Winnipeg's </i></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: italic; white-space: pre-wrap;">working-class movement by helping to rebuild </span><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>Local 70 of the Journeymen Tailors' Union of America (<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Journeymen_Tailors_Union">JTUA</a>), affiliated with the American Federation of Labor (AFL).</i></span></span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UnUDl82Q4eA/YK4HpPbpYkI/AAAAAAABUQs/8DwlG41fQsMieYJ6dvqf1mj9e9ARE5fBACLcBGAsYHQ/s1725/Screenshot%2B2021-05-26%2B3.30.35%2BAM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="1725" height="248" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UnUDl82Q4eA/YK4HpPbpYkI/AAAAAAABUQs/8DwlG41fQsMieYJ6dvqf1mj9e9ARE5fBACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h248/Screenshot%2B2021-05-26%2B3.30.35%2BAM.png" width="640" /></a></div><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div>Local 70 had originally been formed in 1892 to give the tailors of Winnipeg protection from the sweatshop practices of the men's custom-made tailoring workshops. After a fruitless <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/mb_history/22/workplaceconflict.shtml">strike</a> over an attempt by the merchant tailors to cut wages, Local 70 had been adrift. In 1897, JTM was elected its President and promptly set about galvanising the union, urging the City Council to impose conditions in their contracts for the </span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;">manufacture of clothing and intervening on behalf of factory seamstresses during a strike </span><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;">which led to the establishment of one of the first unions of women workers in Canada.</span></span></span></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">By 1899-1900, he was President of the Trades and Labor Council of Winnipeg, representing that organisation at meetings of the Trades and Labor Congress of Canada. During this period at the turn of the 20</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="vertical-align: super;">th </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">century, he developed a close association with <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthur_Puttee">Arthur W. Puttee</a>, acting as his election agent in a Winnipeg by-election which made Puttee Canada's first independent Labour MP in 1900. <i>Puttee acted as John's best man at his marriage to Lena Cameron on 2 September 1901, immediately after the Labor Day Parade through Winnipeg.</i></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><span style="color: #76a5af;">Lena was the daughter of Edmund Cameron and Allis Clow, who had settled in St. Vincent, Minnesota, just south of the Canadian border on the east side of the Red River, having moved out west from Prince Edward Island, and like John she was a labour activist.</span><span style="color: #a2c4c9;"> </span></b>John had begun to make a name for himself as an uncompromising militant, considered </span><span style="font-family: Arial;">'impossibilist' by some in his demands for workers' rights and justice, but was highly regarded within trade union circles. He had reputedly been saving money to enable a visit </span><span style="font-family: Arial;">home to Scotland, but a major national strike of the JTUA saw him invest his money into the strike funds, only to be fired from his job, reviled in the press and ultimately blackballed from employment in the tailoring trade in Winnipeg.<span><a name='more'></a></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So John and Lena headed westward and took up residence in Vancouver, where they lived from 1902 till 1906. Two daughters were born there, Dorothy in 1902 and Kathleen in 1903.</span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In Vancouver, JTM continued his political activity, standing unsuccessfully in the General Election of 1903 as a Socialist candidate, both he and <a href="https://56755.blogspot.com/2018/09/union-family.html">Lena having joined the Socialist Party of Canada</a>. He was outspoken, frequently clashing with those of more moderate views, including the British Labour leader, Keir Hardie. It seems that he took great delight in his reputation as a firebrand and he is quoted as having stated in 1908: 'Time was when in the labor press I saw an individual with a contrary opinion to mine, I could not rest until either I knocked him out, or – which more often happened – he put me to sleep!' Newspaper coverage and minutes of trade union meetings afford us plenty of evidence of the eloquence and cogency of argument which characterised John (sometimes known as Jack) Mortimer's oratorical skills. <span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>He was a fearless champion of the cause of working people.</b></span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="color: #76a5af;">In 1906, JTM returned to work in Winnipeg where he resumed his participation in trade union activities and he and his family were living near Lena's relatives in St.Vincent.</span></b> A third daughter, Annie Esther, was born in 1906. Her death in 1908 would sadly lead to her father's death too. <b><span style="color: #76a5af;"><i>On 26 November 1908, John was due to attend a meeting in Winnipeg and to pick up a photograph of their little daughter Annie, who had died in September, and so he headed out to catch a northbound train at Pembina, a walk which involved crossing the Red River over the ice. He was due to return home on Saturday and it was only when he failed to appear that Lena was concerned and subsequently got in touch with friends in Winnipeg, only to learn that he had never arrived. A search was therefore carried out and the tragic truth emerged, with a body being detected beneath the ice which had given way beneath it.</i></span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">The news was announced to the Winnipeg Trades Council by none other than Arthur W. Puttee and covered widely in the press, notably the </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="https://digitalcollections.lib.umanitoba.ca/islandora/search/the%20voice?type=edismax&cp=uofm%3Amanitobia_newspapers&islandora_solr_search_navigation=0&f%5B0%5D=collection_title_ms%3A%22The%5C%20Voice%22">Winnipeg Voice</a></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">, the newspaper of the labour movement. Tributes poured in for this young man of courageous principles in all the local newspapers, and the </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">Western Clarion</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">, which was headed with the banner 'Workers of the World Unite', published the following tribute:</span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: 700; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></div><blockquote><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: 700; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;">We have seldom been accorded a more painful task than that of recording the death of </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: 700; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;">Comrade John T. Mortimer, who was drowned in the Red River </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">near Pembina, Minn. (sic), on Thursday Nov. 26</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="vertical-align: super;">th</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium; text-indent: 0.25pt;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium; text-indent: 0.25pt;">Comrade Mortimer was widely known throughout Canada as an able and courageous champion of the cause that makes for the overthrow of Capital and the emancipation of Labor from the yoke of bondage.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Earnest and thorough as a student of economics and history, with a well-developed faculty for keen analysis and clear presentation, and an utter contempt for the shams, hypocrisies, prejudices and conventionalities of present class-ruled society, Comrade Mortimer was one of the most effective men, either upon the platform or with the pen, that the Socialist movement has yet produced.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; font-weight: 700; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: 700; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;">On behalf of the stricken wife and children of our dead comrade the heart of every </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Socialist will throb with sincerest sympathy in this hour of their affliction.</span></span></div></blockquote><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The esteem in which JTM was held was apparent when the Trades and Labor Council established the Mortimer Memorial Fund when his body was eventually recovered in April </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large; white-space: pre-wrap;">1909 after the ice had melted. He lies buried in the Cemetery at St. Vincent, alongside his little daughter Annie. Lena and the two older girls eventually left this scene of sad remembrance and returned to Vancouver.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 9pt; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oluSmcIpLEs/YK1FAaJb2FI/AAAAAAABUQY/BmQgLHT1mTolxsCbd-wuXcpsN_Sl1Sn9QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1111/johnmortimer.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1111" data-original-width="783" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oluSmcIpLEs/YK1FAaJb2FI/AAAAAAABUQY/BmQgLHT1mTolxsCbd-wuXcpsN_Sl1Sn9QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/johnmortimer.png" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">In 2002, my husband and I were fortunate enough to take a trip across Canada by train from Toronto to Vancouver, and especially delighted to have a stopover in Winnipeg, where, ably and generously assisted by fellow TVFHS member Susan and her husband, <b><span style="color: #76a5af;">I was able to gather much documentary evidence of the career of my uncle whom I had never known, and indeed visit the site of his death and his grave just south of the US-Canada border at St. Vincent. As I stood beside the grave, how </span></b></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><span style="color: #76a5af;">I wished that my Mother had still been alive so that I could share with her the story of her courageous half-brother John. </span></b>She had been born in Airdrie in 1904 and fate decreed that </span><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;">she never met this much older half-brother. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;">I would be born in 1941, some hundred years after my Grandfather's birth in 1841. What a long way to have travelled in that hundred </span><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;">years! And what a remarkable career John Thomas Mortimer had had in Canada, over a century ago.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;">The gravestone</span></span></div><div><span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: inherit;">On the joint headstone of his and his daughter's grave are inscribed the words:</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br /></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 109.7pt; margin-right: 109.8pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin: 0pt 109.8pt 0pt 109.7pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Arial; font-size: large; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">They are dead but we are glad they once lived, </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 109.7pt; margin-right: 109.8pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin: 0pt 109.8pt 0pt 109.7pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Arial; font-size: large; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">for their memory abideth with us</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 143.5pt; margin-right: 143.3pt; margin-top: 0.05pt; margin: 0.05pt 143.3pt 0pt 143.5pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Arial; font-size: large; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">like a sweet fragrance forever.</span></p><br /></div></div>
<sup>1</sup> - U.S. Naturalization records confirm both a Declaration of Intention and a Naturalization exists...Trishymousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448388630980259659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17544460.post-48663819281086078122021-03-30T16:16:00.018-05:002022-07-15T20:31:36.397-05:00Reid: Bonanza Farmer & St. Vincent Booster<div class="separator"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GC6h-FNke2M/YDTWgepyE5I/AAAAAAABL5E/FmdzAKmGauAWw2HT507wVSziZONFgeonwCPcBGAYYCw/s800/robertgreid2.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GC6h-FNke2M/YDTWgepyE5I/AAAAAAABL5E/FmdzAKmGauAWw2HT507wVSziZONFgeonwCPcBGAYYCw/w300-h400/robertgreid2.jpg" title="Robert Gillespie Reid" width="300" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><p> </p><p>"...<b><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">W</span></b>ith the rapid movement of railroad building into the northern part of the valley, the opening of large farms continued unabated. By 1885 nearly all of the original large farms had been established. The <a href="https://56755.blogspot.com/search?q=hill">J. J. Hill farm</a> of nearly a township [in size], in Kittson county, is probably the nearest to the International boundary. <i>The Reid farm in the same county is another in point</i>." [<span style="color: #e06666;">Note: ...and in fact, it was Reid farm that was the nearest to the boundary!</span>]</p><blockquote>- <u>Collections of the State Historical Society of North Dakota</u>, Volume III, Tribune, State Printers and Binders, 1910, <a href="https://books.google.com/books?id=QqwSAAAAYAAJ&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&dq=Collections%20of%20the%20State%20Historical%20Society%20of%20North%20Dakota%2C%20Volume%20III%2C%20Tribune%2C%20State%20Printers%20and%20Binders%2C%201910&pg=PA581#v=onepage&q=reid&f=false">Page 581</a></blockquote>
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<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-upcEJs0Ux8Y/YB6dl9nTdrI/AAAAAAABL0k/0rz2qLzuvqcKveNJZeK0-J6lX5g41s6swCPcBGAYYCw/s887/143584082_780461659573149_5780053738205829349_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="https://www.kittsonarea.com/2021/02/12/historical-photo-leads-to-interesting-local-farm-history/" border="0" data-original-height="887" data-original-width="349" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-upcEJs0Ux8Y/YB6dl9nTdrI/AAAAAAABL0k/0rz2qLzuvqcKveNJZeK0-J6lX5g41s6swCPcBGAYYCw/w253-h640/143584082_780461659573149_5780053738205829349_n.jpg" title="Historical Photo leads to interesting local farm history" width="253" /></a><div><span style="font-size: xx-large;">The 10 sections of land that </span><a href="http://www.biographi.ca/en/bio.php?id_nbr=7012" style="font-size: xx-large;">Sir Robert Reid</a><span style="font-size: xx-large;"> bought in 1885 became known as "Reid Farm". Along with J.J. Hill's Northcote and Humboldt farms, it was one of Kittson County's early 'bonanza farms', and employed many local people. </span></div><p><span style="font-size: xx-large;">The first manager of Reid Farm was Captain Donaldson. Then David McCleary. Next, <a href="https://56755.blogspot.com/2020/03/st-vincent-union-industrial-association.html">Walter J.S. Traill</a> managed the farm for Reid.<sup>1</sup> The last managers were brothers John & George Lohrs.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kz99Fq5T8Eg/YFKdi8w7jZI/AAAAAAABT_I/8sxpIkWQmT003XcPEDfJ8ci0mgqSjCmMgCLcBGAsYHQ/s600/reidhall1.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="483" data-original-width="600" height="323" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kz99Fq5T8Eg/YFKdi8w7jZI/AAAAAAABT_I/8sxpIkWQmT003XcPEDfJ8ci0mgqSjCmMgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h323/reidhall1.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">The 1901 Townships Map (see below) showed Reid owning 10 sections in St. Vincent Township, bought originally on June 25, 1885 and owned by Reid until his death - in 1909 the estate divested itself of the rest of the property not given to John Duff.</span> </div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">At Right: Reid Hall, named in honor of</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Sir Robert, was St. Vincent's town hall.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">[Seen here during fair time, to house exhibitions...]</span></div></span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1s3icA8lUhw/YDLccJR9_YI/AAAAAAABL4A/ydQYhyxfE1sCDLKDORVnbPPOLkYEPSgwgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/1901mapedit.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1981" data-original-width="2048" height="780" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1s3icA8lUhw/YDLccJR9_YI/AAAAAAABL4A/ydQYhyxfE1sCDLKDORVnbPPOLkYEPSgwgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h619/1901mapedit.jpg" width="840" /></a></div><div><br /></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pDIEs-Umhv0/YDLeYO1cLQI/AAAAAAABL4M/w-Q64yFJN84IIZoKiUKQsmDfSnU2NSq6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2065/Screenshot%2B2021-02-21%2Bat%2B4.13.00%2BPM.png" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="904" data-original-width="2065" height="370" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pDIEs-Umhv0/YDLeYO1cLQI/AAAAAAABL4M/w-Q64yFJN84IIZoKiUKQsmDfSnU2NSq6ACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h280/Screenshot%2B2021-02-21%2Bat%2B4.13.00%2BPM.png" title="Partnership Agreement between Reid (Farm Owner) & Traill (Farm Manager)" width="840" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><sup>1</sup> - <u>Sources</u>: <a href="https://www.co.kittson.mn.us/2179/Recorder">Kittson County Recorder</a> (original handwritten land deed - excerpt regarding partnership between Reid and Traill, above), and 1901 St. Vincent Township Map.</span></div></div>Trishymousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448388630980259659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17544460.post-74737831164472298472020-09-13T13:59:00.000-05:002020-09-13T14:08:22.467-05:00A Lifetime of a Depot: NOYES<span style="font-size: large;">Depot built 1906 (joint GN/SOO Depot) - 30' x 137' frame. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Depot remodeled 1912. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Burned 1921. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Depot 30' x 138' rebuilt 1922. </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">10' x 20' addition added 1924.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Remodeled 1943. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">North 32 feet of Depot removed in 1966 and Depot rebuilt 1967 (after 1966 flood) - platforms removed, landscaping built up to accommodate dike around town.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Torn down/demolished: August 2020.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Jim Benjaminson shared today: </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>Well, its getting closer to reality - "Sagas of Pembina County, 1867-2017" is at the printers. A 148 page, fully indexed compilation of stories written for county newspapers in 2017-2018 with added material and historical photographs. We'll let you know when it's ready!</i></span></blockquote>
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Trishymousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448388630980259659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17544460.post-48737136562790771922020-05-28T01:28:00.002-05:002020-05-28T01:30:48.118-05:00Images: Pembina to St. Paul on the Red River Trail<span style="font-size: large;">The beginning of the trip - Taking off from Pembina, to sell a year's worth of furs...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The end of the trip - Arriving at St. Paul, to sell their furs...</span><br />
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[Where they encamped - St. Anthony's Hill, <a href="https://www.minnpost.com/stroll/2015/07/st-pauls-7-hills-there-seems-be-agreement-5-them/">now called</a> Cathedral Hill]<br />
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Trishymousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448388630980259659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17544460.post-16891060206809308332020-04-18T11:49:00.000-05:002020-04-18T11:49:53.434-05:001918 Spanish Flu in Kittson County<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Kittson County residents who died during the 1918 Spanish Influenza epidemic, included:<br />
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- <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/27024500/gust-a_leonard-norberg">Gust A. Leonard Norberg</a>: Died of Spanish Flu at U.S. Army <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jefferson_Barracks_Military_Post">Jefferson Barracks</a> during WWI on January 19, 1918<br />
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- <a href="http://sites.rootsweb.com/~mnrrvn/Pearson-Swan-Augman.html">Ida Swan</a>, only 18 years old.<br />
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- Henry Marius Hanson, son of Herman Hanson and junior member of the firm of Hanson & Son Cement Workers, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/30065360/henry-marius-hanson">was called to his eternal rest</a> Thursday October 31, 1918. Death was caused by pneumonia following an attack of Spanish Influenza. (Source: Karlstad Advocate Newspaper/Nov. 15, 1918)<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In 1918, Kittson County closed schools in November and they were not reopened until early spring 1919, because of the "Spanish Flu" epidemic (sources include: <a href="https://tricounty.k12.mn.us/tri-county-school-history.html">Tri-County School History</a>) </span></blockquote>
<br />Trishymousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448388630980259659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17544460.post-66846105863815256052020-04-13T14:08:00.004-05:002023-08-25T05:49:34.267-05:00Minstrel Show at Kittson Hall<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">In the late 19th and early 20th century, live entertainment was king. In Pembina, a good share of it was performed on the local opera house's stage, Kittson Hall.</span><br />
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</span> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB0izxw3QxbcFbCQdnwZiTDttj9ZRtkmly1_kdrhMQuKxw35QS2DmN0Ut-E2PSy9efFc3ijf89jXdMVd-mwVPZzPTO4kLYNKq5EuEIa9Ynx7gXVMHbXBYxjJ889ryhoFmld5I6/s1600/wcshort2.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="692" data-original-width="524" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB0izxw3QxbcFbCQdnwZiTDttj9ZRtkmly1_kdrhMQuKxw35QS2DmN0Ut-E2PSy9efFc3ijf89jXdMVd-mwVPZzPTO4kLYNKq5EuEIa9Ynx7gXVMHbXBYxjJ889ryhoFmld5I6/s320/wcshort2.png" width="242" /></a><span style="font-size: x-large;">Kittson Hall was a modest venue, seating 250 patrons, managed by W. C. Short. It brought in various music hall and vaudeville performing acts - singers, comedy, theatre. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><a href="https://numismatics.org/pocketchange/admit-one-sprague-blodgetts-georgia-minstrels/">Georgia Minstrels</a> were coming to town:<br />
Touring Vaudeville Shows at the city hall</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000; font-size: small;">[Source: Pioneer Express, December 29, 1898]</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Troupes such as <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minstrel_show">minstrel shows</a> also came through town. This example (including acceptable language for that time period that is no longer tolerated today) is for a minstrel group set to perform a variety show.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-size: x-large;">Even in our small villages, through the seemingly 'innocent' acts of entertainment, racial stereotypes were continually reinforced down through the years...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_McCulloch">Jack McCulloch</a> came to Pembina to put on an exhibition skating, the year he turned professional. It was the year after <a href="https://web.archive.org/web/20080126094140/http://www.cshof.ca/hm_profile.php?i=33">he won the World Amateur Speed Skating championship</a> in Montreal, Quebec. </span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://honouredmembers.sportmanitoba.ca/inductee.php?id=52&criteria_sort=name">Jack</a> was a local and regional sports celebrity, followed by many in the four corners (and far beyond...) It was an exciting event for him to visit and put on a <a href="http://skateguard1.blogspot.com/2017/01/jumpin-jack-flash-jack-of-all-trades.html">demonstration</a>, and even race locals! Pembina residents made sure everything was ready, <i>especially</i> the skating rink...</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #990000;">McCulloch visited Pembina on January 5, 1899.</span><br />
[Source: Pembina Express, December 29, 1898]</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>Pembina is one of four towns known as the corners. Of these four towns Pembina is in Dakota, St. Vincent in Minnesota, and West Lynne and Emerson in Manitoba. Emerson and St. Vincent lie on the right bank and the other two on the left bank of the Red River. A favorite evening drive is to make the circuit of the four corners crossing the bridge between Emerson and West Lynne and the ferry between St. Vincent and Pembina.</i></span>Trishymousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448388630980259659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17544460.post-82058095829089375112020-03-14T16:28:00.005-05:002020-10-09T12:35:21.373-05:00St. Vincent Union Industrial Association Fairs<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="font-size: large;">In Minnesota fairs are older than the state itself, having </span><span style="font-size: large;">"made their appearance ... in the early 1850's," just at the </span><span style="font-size: large;">zenith of the golden age of such institutions in the United </span><span style="font-size: large;">States. Compared with later exhibitions the early fairs </span><span style="font-size: large;">were primitive indeed, yet they more than justified their </span><span style="font-size: large;">existence. They gave the isolated pioneer farmer a chance </span><span style="font-size: large;">to meet his fellows, to have a good time; and by showing </span><span style="font-size: large;">him late developments in machinery, fine livestock, and new </span><span style="font-size: large;">techniques in farming, they gave him an incentive to improve </span><span style="font-size: large;">his own farming. - From a talk called, "<i><a href="http://collections.mnhs.org/MNHistoryMagazine/articles/22/v22i03p249-269.pdf">Early Minnesota Agricultural Societies & Fairs</a></i>," presented at the Minnesota Historical Society's annual convention, held July 26, 1941.</span></blockquote>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;">Walter John Strickland Traill</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>T</b></span>he first day of the St. Vincent Union Industrial Association Fair was favored with good weather. </span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-size: x-large;">The <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mountain_and_moorland_pony_breeds">native pony</a> race was won by Jim, Shylock second, Kate third. The trotting race was won by Julia, Dan second, Topsey third. </span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-size: x-large;">The judges were <a href="https://www.reshapingthetornadobelt.com/background/gfk-pioneer-biographies/walter-j-s-traill">Walter J.S. Traill</a>, C.C. Law, and D. Livingstone (<i>The St. Paul Daily Globe</i>, October 10, 1889).</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;">1918 Fair Results-<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victory_garden#World_War_I">War Gardens</a></span></td></tr>
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<span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;">1906 Fair Dates - Always late</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Fall, for <a href="http://collections.mnhs.org/MNHistoryMagazine/articles/22/v22i03p249-269.pdf">these local fairs</a> . . .</span></div>
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</span> <span style="font-size: x-large;">...and <a href="https://56755.blogspot.com/search?q=kittson+county+fair">these early fairs</a>, are what were the seeds of our county fairs of today, including the <a href="https://kittsoncountyfair.org/">Kittson County Fair</a> in Hallock!</span><br />
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<br />Trishymousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448388630980259659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17544460.post-40925067373223035612020-01-06T01:54:00.002-06:002021-12-27T05:56:59.640-06:00Dakota 38<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Abraham Lincoln as the Puppetmaster of Death (of starvation, war, and executions)</span><br />
<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ledger_art" style="font-size: x-large;">Ledger Art</a><span style="font-size: large;"> by <a href="https://www.instagram.com/travisblackbird/?hl=en">Travis Blackbird</a></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Remember the </span><span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=%23Dakota38&rlz=1CAOTWH_enUS852&sxsrf=ACYBGNRpLYtZuiNUYZYG1V-R36FnrrJ2JA:1578268817169&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwigh9TB1e3mAhXYW80KHS7VAXYQ_AUoBHoECA0QBg&biw=1200&bih=697">#Dakota38</a></span><span style="font-size: large;">, hanged in Mankato, MN on Dec 26, 1862, under the orders of President Abraham Lincoln. It is the largest mass execution in U.S. history.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-size: large;">The hanging of 38 Dakota came at the culmination of the Dakota War, which started because of a treaty broken by Congress. </span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-size: x-large;">The Dakota people were being starved to death.</span><br />
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“Let then eat grass or their own dung,” Andrew Myrick, a trader & store owner who withheld their rations.<br />
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<a href="https://56755.blogspot.com/2007/06/dakota-war-of-1862-pembinas-role.html">Andrew Myrick</a> was among the first to die. He was found with grass in his mouth.<br />
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The accused were subjected to sham trials held in English (a language foreign to them), and they had no legal representation. They were also not allowed to discuss the broken treaty, or treaty law. Many were innocent. They were hanged anyway, on a custom made scaffold, in front of a cheering mob.<br />
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Dakota women & children were forced to watch the hanging. One Dakota infant was reportedly snatched from the arms of a mother and killed on sight.<br />
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Around 1,700 Dakota, mostly women and children, were held as prisoners at Fort Snelling. Disease & death were rampant.<br />
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Chief Little Crow, a leader during the Dakota War, was later assassinated. His remains were mutilated by townspeople & displayed. They stuffed firecrackers in his nose & ears and lit them. Local doctors eventually took his body parts to study.<br />
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Two more Dakota leaders, Shakopee (Little Six) and Medicine Bottle, were later captured and executed.<br />
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After the hanging of the Dakota 38, the Dakota people were exiled from their stolen homelands in Minnesota. Banned from entering, unable to return to MN. The governor put a bounty on their scalps. The Dakota people were separated and sent to prison camps in other states where the women were raped by soldiers.<br />
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Following the U.S-Dakota War of 1862, the United States government hanged 38 Dakota men on December 26 in Mankato. It was the largest mass execution in United States history. A US military commission, tainted by racism and in violation of due process, hastily convicted two of the Dakota men of rape and all of them of murder in trials that lasted as little as five minutes. President Lincoln approved their executions. <a href="https://www.usdakotawar.org/history/aftermath/trials-hanging">Here</a> are the names and faces of some of the men known as the Dakota 38.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "poynter serif re" , "georgia" , "times" , serif; letter-spacing: -0.3px;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: large;"><i>All things being ready, the first tap was given, when the poor wretches made such frantic efforts to grasp each other's hands, that it was agony to behold them. Each one shouted out his name, that his comrades might know he was there.</i> - </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">From <i>New York Times</i> article, </span><a href="https://www.nytimes.com/1863/01/11/archives/the-indian-executions-an-interesting-account-from-our-special.html"><span style="color: #76a5af;">The Indian Executions</span></a></span></span></blockquote>
Trishymousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448388630980259659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17544460.post-58875170959940818362019-12-12T02:07:00.000-06:002019-12-12T15:58:31.917-06:00Postscript to the U.S.-Dakota Warby Curt Brown [Minneapolis Star Tribune, <a href="http://www.startribune.com/in-1865-two-dakota-leaders-meet-a-gruesome-end/342632632/">November 8, 2015</a>]<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "benton sans" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Shakopee, left, and Medicine Bottle were hanged three years <br />
after the U.S.-Dakota War because military leaders wanted to <br />
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<span style="color: #45818e; font-size: x-large;"><b>T</b></span><span style="font-size: large;">hey were the last two high-profile holdouts.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-size: large;">The bloody U.S.-Dakota War had been over for three years. Thirty-eight Dakota men had been hanged in Mankato. But white military and political leaders weren’t satisfied.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-size: large;">They felt they had to show, once and for all, that they’d handled the Indian problem and the frontier was back in business for immigrant settlers who could replenish the fledgling Minnesota economy.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: large;">So just after noon on Nov. 11, 1865, 425 soldiers marched in formation to surround a specially constructed double gallows at Fort Snelling.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-size: large;">More than 400 St. Paul citizens turned out 150 years ago to watch the hangings of two Dakota leaders: <a href="https://www.mprnews.org/story/2012/09/07/sheldon-wolfchilds-view-of-the-us-dakota-war-minnesota-sounds-and-voices">Medicine Bottle</a> and Shakopee. They had eluded soldiers for years, escaping across the Canadian border to Manitoba with more than 500 Dakota refugees from the war.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"> John McKenzie was the man who drugged Little Six (aka Shakopee) and Medicine Bottle after the Sioux massacre and brought them in this condition from Manitoba and delivered them to Major E. A. C. Hatch. Knowing the frailty of Little Six, who was a different man from the old chief Little Six, his father, McKenzie left a bottle of drugged whisky with a woman at the house which he was accustomed to visit, knowing that his greedy appetite would ferret it out. The artifice succeeded, and Little Six and Medicine Bottle were tried and hung at Fort Snelling for killing Philander Prescott. - <i><a href="http://files.usgwarchives.net/mn/scott/history/1882/historyo/shakopee66gms.txt">History Of The Minnesota Valley</a>,</i> Scott County History Archives, 1882</span></blockquote>
<span style="font-size: large;">Their flight ended in January 1864, when Shakopee and Medicine Bottle stopped by the home of a white friend near Winnipeg’s Fort Garry. <span style="color: #990000;">That "friend" - Canadian trader, John McKenzie - was secretly in cahoots with a U.S. Army major across the border in what would become Pembina, N.D.</span></span><br />
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McKenzie plied both Indian leaders with alcohol laced with drugs. Shakopee, then in his 50s, was dosed with chloroform and rendered unconscious. Medicine Bottle, in his mid-30s, struggled longer but several men subdued him. Both Dakota men were tied to dog sleds and taken to Pembina, then Fort Abercrombie, en route to Fort Snelling.<br />
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The Minnesota Legislature forked out $1,000 — big money in the 1860s — to McKenzie as a bounty. Trials were held and both men were convicted despite sketchy evidence that they had committed atrocities during the war. They were blamed in the death of Philander Prescott, 60, who had lived among the Dakota for more than 40 years. He was beheaded on the first day of the war as he fled toward Fort Ridgely.<br />
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“It would have been more creditable if some tangible evidence of their guilt had been obtained,” said an editorial in the St. Paul Pioneer Press, published the day before the hangings.<br />
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The newspaper said “no serious injustice will be done by the execution,” but warned of a dangerous precedent of “hanging without proving.” Saying the men were probably guilty of murder, the paper nevertheless pointed out that “no white man, tried by a jury of his peers, would be executed upon the testimony thus produced.”<br />
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President Abraham Lincoln had been assassinated seven months earlier. He had stepped in to reduce the number of Dakota men hanged in Mankato from 303 to 38.<br />
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One of Medicine Bottle’s descendants, Dakota researcher and filmmaker Sheldon Wolfchild, insists Lincoln would have halted the hangings. But the president’s successor, Andrew Johnson, quickly approved the executions of Medicine Bottle and Shakopee.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When Shakopee and Medicine Bottle were captured in Manitoba, a French Jesuit priest and missionary named <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Augustin_Ravoux">Augustin Ravoux</a> baptized them and administered their Last Rites, accompanying them up until their final moments on November 11, 1865.</span></blockquote>
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Wolfchild, 68, lives in Morton, Minn., and has produced a film about the era that saw his ancestors swept from the area five generations ago.<br />
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After their hangings, some of the witnesses ran up and cut off pieces of the nooses for souvenirs. St. Paul photographer Joel Whitney snapped glass-plate images showing white caskets at the feet of the dangling men.<br />
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Wolfchild says rocks went in the caskets that were buried in a nearby cemetery, with onlookers thinking they had witnessed the interments of important Dakota figures.<br />
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Their bodies, instead, were taken away in a horse-drawn cart at the behest of two doctors with offices near 7th and Jackson Streets in St. Paul. Some accounts say the doctors dug up the bodies the next day.<br />
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Wolfchild says Shakopee’s body was preserved in a wooden whiskey barrel and sent to a Philadelphia medical school where a professor Pancoast used it in anatomy lessons. St. Paul doctors dissected Medicine Bottle’s body.<br />
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“Who is the savage here?” Wolfchild asks. “Running to the scaffold to get a piece of the rope? The bottom line is they had to dehumanize us to where we were little more than beasts so they could get rid of us.”<br />
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Wolfchild says that his grandfather five generations ago, Medicine Bottle, didn’t die instantly when his body dropped at the Fort Snelling gallows.<br />
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While Shakopee’s neck snapped immediately, he said, Medicine Bottle dangled for 10 minutes before dying.<br />
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“He was saying: ‘We don’t die like that. You cannot kill us with a rope,’ ” Wolfchild said. He’s trying to find any remains that might still exist of the two men, pointing to the Missing In Action banners popular since soldiers went missing in the Vietnam War.<br />
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“We feel the same way about our ancestors, they are missing in action and their bodies are in universities, museums and private homes,” he said, “waiting for proper burials so they can continue their journey to the spirit world.”<br />
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[Photographer: Joel Emmons Whitney - Source: Minnesota Historical Society]</span></td></tr>
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<br />Trishymousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448388630980259659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17544460.post-66729047624915931352019-11-28T15:54:00.001-06:002019-11-30T02:28:31.516-06:00Water Cooler V: Aunt Mildred's "Books"<div class="tr_bq"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPC9d8SzsIirjjbcdgcpyhfAqF8eHue9QiQpOYoINf0JOKozIfrPcFkAM1YLcAcMyYFz26fjHMtHhW9smKLBZ7XGbwVApN99SQ3Kb-o75U25Uc4yGbRSlVwhzyrs2fYWyPIOjC/s1600/Humbol29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="352" data-original-width="468" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPC9d8SzsIirjjbcdgcpyhfAqF8eHue9QiQpOYoINf0JOKozIfrPcFkAM1YLcAcMyYFz26fjHMtHhW9smKLBZ7XGbwVApN99SQ3Kb-o75U25Uc4yGbRSlVwhzyrs2fYWyPIOjC/s1600/Humbol29.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #45818e;">I</span>n this edition of the "Water Cooler": <i>A wonderful visit among old friends and neighbors brings up some interesting recollections and memories - plus a tantalizing clue about Aunt Mildred's "books" that could provide a treasure trove of local Humboldt history! </i> Read on...</span></div><blockquote><span style="color: #bf9000;">Darlene Liedle Daugherty</span> What are you doing up? </blockquote><blockquote><span style="color: #bf9000;">Cleo Bee Jones</span> Same ol' same ol'...it gets old, doesn't it? </blockquote><blockquote><span style="color: #bf9000;">John Nelson</span> Home on the prairie. Homesick! </blockquote><blockquote><span style="color: #bf9000;">Geo Howry</span> Did you attend classes in the Elevator or the grain storage buildings? </blockquote><blockquote><span style="color: #bf9000;">Cleo Bee Jones</span> Actually, George it was in <a href="http://www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~mnrrvn/Locken-John.html">Selmer Locken</a>'s restaurant! <b>I studied Buddy Holly's music</b>... </blockquote><blockquote><span style="color: #bf9000;">Bernie Marek</span> I think my dad went to school there. </blockquote><blockquote><span style="color: #bf9000;">Cleo Bee Jones</span> Bernie, what is your Dad's name ? </blockquote><blockquote><span style="color: #bf9000;">Keith Finney</span> George, I later studied at the elevator with Punky. </blockquote><blockquote><span style="color: #bf9000;">Bob Bockwitz</span> Selmer's restaurant goes back a couple years... </blockquote><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XuSPU3LmGIo/Xd_Q80S5f4I/AAAAAAABFPY/3leL0d0aMlAcVy69fPDvbwohW30l18kkgCEwYBhgL/s1600/Humbol28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="329" data-original-width="468" height="224" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XuSPU3LmGIo/Xd_Q80S5f4I/AAAAAAABFPY/3leL0d0aMlAcVy69fPDvbwohW30l18kkgCEwYBhgL/s320/Humbol28.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: #bf9000;">Michael Rustad</span> Selmer - Selmer and Sandra Locken. The old bank building made a pretty good restaurant. I wonder why they tore it down as it was a brick building. And when was Selmer's restaurant torn down? Who remembers the It Cafe? <a href="http://www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~mnrrvn/Boatz-Robert-Michael-Sr.html">Dotty Boatz</a> had an amusing story about Bob going for lunch there until he discovered one of the kids pounding out hamburger patties with their feet! I remember that the Voits ran the It cafe and conceived of it as a dinner supper club with music. It missed the mark. I wonder what years that <a href="http://www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~mnrrvn/Finney-Edward-John-1866.html">Ward and Ruby Finney</a> had the restaurant. The Voits had it in the mid-sixties. Does anyone know what year <a href="http://56755.blogspot.com/search?q=mayme">Mayme</a>'s Fairview Grocery Store closed? The building stood for a decade of so after the closing. </blockquote><blockquote><span style="color: #bf9000;">Cleo Bee Jones</span> Keith, we are waiting for you to tell us... </blockquote><blockquote><span style="color: #bf9000;">Bob Bockwitz</span> Yes, Keith, we're waiting... </blockquote><blockquote><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table></blockquote><blockquote><span style="color: #bf9000;">Bob Bockwitz</span> The years back then all seem to turn to mush in my head, but I would say that the It Café would have been open through '63 and '64. Run by Kenny and Jean Voit. Kenny helped my dad for a short period of time. My dad and Harold Borg would take the football team there for hamburgers. Ward and Ruby would have been in there about '60-'61. Years may be a little off, but would be pretty close, based on 1964, when I graduated. Ruby had a pin-ball machine with a corner broken out of the glass. On the wall next to the machine hung a 'tool' made out of a coat hanger. The tool was bent just right to reach through the hole in the glass to give yourself a couple of games to start with. Ruby (bless her heart) thought it was cute, and never took away the 'tool'. I remember, too, <a href="http://www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~mnrrvn/Essay-Blessing-Disguise.html">Warren Reese</a>. Warren had lost his legs and as we went to school in the morning, we would pick him up and carry him into the café. These conversations trigger a lot of memories. </blockquote><blockquote><span style="color: #bf9000;">Bob Bockwitz</span> I think Mayme would have closed at the very tail end of the sixties...? </blockquote><blockquote><span style="color: #bf9000;">Cleo Bee Jones</span> I recall Warren Reese when he had the little tiny restaurant in Pembina, the best malts ever, way before your time...! It was across from the Immigration bldg. Just a tiny little hole in the wall ! <span style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"><i>I wonder what happened to her <b>[Aunt Mildred] "books"</b>, journals</i></span>, as with Viola gone, too. </blockquote><blockquote><span style="color: #bf9000;">Bob Bockwitz</span> You got me there. I wasn't even aware he had a café. All I really remember of him is carrying him in and out of the café in Humboldt. <i><span style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;">I have a book that I acquired after Mom got killed. She had written almost everything about the family in it. Mostly family, though, and not so much about the community at large. I'll have to dig it out again and read through it to see what tidbits I can find. I know Ruby is mentioned because they were such close friends. </span></i></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mUvTNQ48-vU/XeAu48h2x1I/AAAAAAABFPs/u-3zCYPKIokqPRUZFjqkpI5vDRlRAM3YACEwYBhgL/s1600/Diamonds%2BGolden%2Bnugget%2B-%2BEdited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="223" data-original-width="1254" height="140" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mUvTNQ48-vU/XeAu48h2x1I/AAAAAAABFPs/u-3zCYPKIokqPRUZFjqkpI5vDRlRAM3YACEwYBhgL/s640/Diamonds%2BGolden%2Bnugget%2B-%2BEdited.jpg" width="800" /></a></div><blockquote class="tr_bq" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #bf9000;">Cleo Bee Jones</span> I am trying to recall if he was son of Sid and Hattie Reese? Was Lorraine his sister...my story about her, <span style="color: #76a5af;">I was singing at the Golden Nugget in Vegas</span> and got a note that said, Do a song for the gal from across the "big ditch"...it was from her, as she and her husband had known I was there and come over to Vegas from LA (I think it was) to see me. I loved it. She was friends with Virginia and the family and I thought she was beautiful... </blockquote><blockquote><span style="color: #bf9000;">Bob Bockwitz</span> I think you're right. For some reason I don't recall Lorraine, though. Rodney is at the lake, so I can't ask him. I really need to get him talking some time and take notes. </blockquote><blockquote><span style="color: #bf9000;">Cleo Bee Jones</span> It was always sort of a joke, about Aunt Mildred's "books" as she must have stayed awake 24 hrs a day, to know everybody's moves in Humboldt, but I thought the world of her, even until she was quite up in age, as she really liked my late hubby...I know I have talked about this before, but worth another stab at it...after an appearance at <a href="http://56755.blogspot.com/search?q=hallock+fair">Hallock Fair</a> she got right up on the stage to visit with him. I was just so surprised and loved it. Quite a gal!! </blockquote><blockquote><span style="color: #bf9000;">Michael Rustad</span> Thanks everyone. Now this is one of the really useful and brilliant forms of communication on Facebook. </blockquote><blockquote><span style="color: #bf9000;">Bob Bockwitz</span> I know. I can look in Mom's book and see what day in 1954 she got a new sewing machine, or the day I got my hand in the lawn mower. Unfortunately, she didn't write too much about out in the community, even though she loved the community so much. </blockquote><blockquote><span style="color: #bf9000;">Keith Finney</span> I think Mildred knew when the Pope Pooped. She wrote everything down. </blockquote><blockquote><span style="color: #bf9000;">Trish Short Lewis</span> This has turned into another Water Cooler post, Michael...! </blockquote>Trishymousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448388630980259659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17544460.post-87456644241503760932019-11-18T05:45:00.002-06:002021-08-01T04:32:39.342-05:00Junction Drive Inn<a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BVAwzO_2Qx4/XdKBa0Ho7sI/AAAAAAABFMM/TfR2djHlBXoKn9fAmcFtWFO09htOHaozACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/39752986_830827390454035_8664269622511403008_n%2B-%2BEdited.jpg"><img border="0" data-original-height="751" data-original-width="718" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BVAwzO_2Qx4/XdKBa0Ho7sI/AAAAAAABFMM/TfR2djHlBXoKn9fAmcFtWFO09htOHaozACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/39752986_830827390454035_8664269622511403008_n%2B-%2BEdited.jpg" width="382" /></a><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LQCcrlEs7qA/XdKBs0XTFOI/AAAAAAABFMU/0JlZUP_APH47X7aQK2fXT6blEQzBWwrPwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/39777178_830827427120698_6295795789574701056_n%2B-%2BEdited.jpg"><img border="0" data-original-height="837" data-original-width="718" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LQCcrlEs7qA/XdKBs0XTFOI/AAAAAAABFMU/0JlZUP_APH47X7aQK2fXT6blEQzBWwrPwCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/39777178_830827427120698_6295795789574701056_n%2B-%2BEdited.jpg" width="343" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">These are photographs from the Larson Family Collection. Before there was an Interstate Drive-In (just west of the old <a href="https://56755.blogspot.com/search?q=kcnd">KCND-TV</a> building in Pembina), the Larson family started their drive-in business on the Minnesota side, at the (St. Vincent) Junction. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">It was a much smaller affair, but much loved in its time. So much so, they had to build a larger one. It was right around <a href="https://56755.blogspot.com/2006/10/building-i-29.html">the time that I-29 was being built</a>, and the Larson family wisely thought it might be a great location for the new Drive-In. My older sisters Sharon and Betty Short were among the many young ladies who worked there in high school as waitresses...</span>Trishymousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448388630980259659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17544460.post-62050035975061793572019-11-16T23:22:00.000-06:002019-11-17T00:28:56.358-06:00St. Vincent Murder Trial<a href="https://preservationist.blogspot.com/2011/12/brick-wall.html">Matters of jurisdiction</a> happened quite often in our area, due to the fact that we are close to an international border, as well as two states side by side, separated only by a river.<br />
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As you'll read here, such was the situation in the case discussed below; the method used to resolve it was, shall we say...creative!<br />
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[NOTE: Any new information is courtesy of Jim Benjaminson, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/Pembina-County-Historical-Museum-Cavalier-ND-115062708537349/">Pembina County Historical Society</a>]<br />
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<span style="color: #45818e; font-size: x-large;">George Bates Murdered While Intoxicated, at St. Vincent</span><br />
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Courtesy: State Historical Society of ND and<br />
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Wednesday morning (March 8, 1899) the news went mouth-to-mouth that George Bates had been found dead in his house. The details as they began to develop were highly sensational.<br />
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Mr. Bates was addicted to excessive drinking. When under the influence of liquor he was apt to quarrel with his family. On Wednesday afternoon he had trouble of this kind. <a href="https://56755.blogspot.com/2010/11/manslaughter-at-midnight.html">Later, he went to St. Vincent.</a> What happened there is still somewhat contradictory at this writing.<br />
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Wednesday morning Mrs. Geo. Bates came downstairs and found her husband lying on the floor with every evidence of having been severely pounded. She hastily summoned Register of Deeds Chisholm from the office nearby and upon examination it was found that Bates was dead. He had a hole in his skull near the right temple from the effects of a blow of some kind and his face was badly bruised and had been bleeding profusely. As nearly as the facts can be gotten at they are as follows: Last night at 11:30 two young men from St. Vincent, Minn., just across the river brought Bates home and deposited him on the floor. They then notified Marshal <a href="http://56755.blogspot.com/2009/02/profile-william-h-moorhead.html">Moorhead</a>, who went up to see Bates. He found him apparently sleeping off the effects of a booze and did not arouse the family. This morning as above stated he was found dead.<br />
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Bates’ collar and a piece of his shirt were missing and this morning they were found in front of a saloon in St. Vincent kept by John Smith. Smith denies any knowledge of the affair, except that several Pembina parties were in a row in front of his saloon last night, but he had a badly swollen right hand and fails to account for it. He has been placed under arrest to await the verdict of the coroner’s jury.<br />
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George H. Bates, the deceased, was a heavy set man, aged about 50 years. He leaves a wife and two grown daughters in this city and one son, who resides in Grand Forks, who are much respected by our citizens and have the sympathy of the community.<br />
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Mr. Bates was naturally a bright man and but for his unfortunate habits would have been a prominent man in the community. In past years he had occupied responsible positions and has been well off peculiarly. He was for some years a customs officer at St. Vincent.<br />
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John Smith, the saloon keeper, over whom hangs so dark a cloud, has an excellent family, consisting of a wife and three children, one of the latter being a young man of about twenty one years of age.<br />
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A further note – Later Smith was given a preliminary hearing and <a href="http://56755.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-heat-of-passion.html">arraigned for manslaughter</a>, to be tried at the next term of the criminal court at Hallock, Minn.<br />
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<i style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #45818e;">Reprinted from the Pioneer Express, in the St. Thomas Times - March 17, 1889, Vol. XVII No. 42</span></i><br />
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<i>From the Neche Chronotype</i><br />
April 1, 1899<br />
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The trial of John Smith, the St. Vincent saloon keeper, who is charged with having caused the death of George Bates at that place a short time since, and which was to have taken place this week, has been postponed owing to the serious illness of the defendant. It will be remembered that at the time of Smith’s arrest one of his hands was found to be badly lacerated, as a result of the row in which poor Bates received the injuries that cost him his life, so it is claimed, and blood poisoning having resulted, his recovery is thought to be extremely doubtful.Trishymousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448388630980259659noreply@blogger.com0