That lady

The State Historical Society of North Dakota now has an exhibit detailing the history of the 100-year-old statue out front of its Heritage Center. The statue is of the  Indian woman who helped Lewis & Clark.

There are two things about the exhibit that stand out for me:

First, there is the story of Mink, the granddaughter of Sakakawea, who modeled for the statue.  I think this is Mink in this photo.  Clearly the artist confused Mink with the Land O’ Lakes Indian girl. That’s nice, but I think Mink would have made for a more artistic and interesting beauty had the sculpture been a little truer to the actual model.

Second, there is, as always, a long discussion of the proper way to pronounce Sakakawea’s name. Several spellings exist in the L&C journals. Clark just called her Janie–no help at all there.

I prefer the name the children of North Dakota give her as they crowd in the Heritage Center for the penny-crushing machine. In fact I can’t even look at her any more and not hear the local kids’ Madonna-like name for her. To them, she’s not Sakagawea or Sakajawea. She’s  just:  ”That lady with a baby.”

Wikipedia fail? Governor Langer barricades himself in the mansion

Volumes have been written about our colorful Governor Bill Langer. But, like most people, I don’t really want to know every last thing about him. Just enough to get by. The internet says:

  • He was a member of the NPL (farmers’ political party)
  • Kicked out of office in 1934 for some questionable dealings.
  • In the drama of getting ousted, he barricaded himself in the governor’s mansion and declared martial law.
  • But he was reelected as Governor by 1937.

Governor's Mansion Museum, near downtown Bismarck. Housed ND Governors until 1960.

I didn’t think I’d ever need to know anything more. Not even when I started volunteering at the Information Desk at the State Historical Society where task number one is directing visitors to the bathroom.

But I was wrong.

My co-anchor at the desk is a 92-year-old expert on North Dakota Governors. He not only remembers the Langer era, he wrote his thesis about it. So, on my first day,  just to be deferential as well as to show I’d done my homework, I asked, “Tell me about the time Bill Langer barricaded himself in the Governor’s mansion.”

I was imagining Langer pushing the state davenport  against the front door of the green victorian.  The Lieutenant Governor with torch and hot tar on the other side. I wondered if there were scars left on the door jambs. It’s a great story for the mansion museum!

“Bill Langer never barricaded himself in any mansion,” he said.

Then he elaborated. He’d heard many wild stories, but not that one.

And he talked about it every week after that. He offered to bring me books. He told me about Langer’s wife. He told me about Langer’s various antics in office.

Then he’d bring up the barricades again. We’d just be sitting there at the desk waiting for visitors. All quiet. And he would shake his head, “I just can’t imagine where you read that Bill Langer barricaded himself in the mansion.”

Mansion entry hall. Summer. Doors wide open

Now it’s clear that I do NOT know enough about Bill Langer to get by. So, I learned more just so I could hold my head up when you come looking for the toilet:

Wikipedia says (bold emphasis mine):

He was found guilty of fraud in 1934, in a trial presided over by Andrew Miller, a longstanding political rival.[3] The North Dakota Supreme Court ordered him removed from office due to his conviction on a felony charge, and on July 17, 1934, the Court declared Lieutenant Governor Ole H. Olson the legitimate governor. Langer gathered with about ten friends, declared North Dakota independent, declared martial law, and barricaded himself in the governor’s mansion until the Supreme Court would meet with him.

At the Governor’s Mansion museum, they disagree: No barricade. And martial law was never enforced.  However, they note that Langer refused to leave the mansion after he lost office, and the state didn’t force it.

Master bedroom. Langer's portrait above bed

Finally, The Bismarck Tribune microfilms from 1934 say:  Langer declared martial law and “went into seclusion.”

At this point I’ll leave it to you. You could argue that going into seclusion and refusing to vacate is the same as barricading. Or you could find Wikipedia wrong.

Whatever sits best with your personal world view.

Back stairs. Used by servants and Governors who wished to come and go in private.

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North Dakota State Fair Iron Lung Surprise

Today we traveled to Minot for the North Dakota State Fair. As with most state fairs, we find livestock, baked goods, and agricultural displays. There are fine musical acts. And, best of all,  you don’t have to sell your soul for a good parking spot…

But unlike most state fairs, this one has the county museum on the premises.  And that’s what I really want to talk about. This museum has something I’ve NEVER seen in any museum before:  An iron lung!

This vintage iron lung was purchased by the town in 1939…and sorry to say I don’t remember any of the details. I was just so intrigued with the ….  I mean, what do you really know about iron lungs?

I realized that everything I knew about them came from  brief appearances in old TV shows, usually when the plot required absolute proof that the current suspect couldn’t possibly have committed a crime because <surprise!> he is in an iron lung!

Plus, I’ve long remembered  someone once told me that if the power went out, the people in iron lungs suffer the most.

But I couldn’t say what ever caused someone to need an iron lung, and why you don’t hear about them anymore much. I’ll save you the trip to wikipedia:

Originally for treatment of coal gas poisoning.

Most famous use in the mid-1900s for victims polio.

Entire hospital wards were filled with rows of iron lungs at the height of the polio outbreaks of the 1940s and 1950s.

Since the development of modern ventilators that control breathing via the direct intubation of the airway, the use of the iron lung has sharply declined.

There are approximately 30 patients in the USA still using an iron lung.

Guinness book of records lists as the person who spent the longest time in an iron lung died aged 83 in Melbourne, Australia.

You only have to visit a few prairie museums before you start seeing the same things over and over: The old school house. The turn-of-the-century kitchen. The primitive tools. It’s a great museum trip when I can’t wait to get home and learn more about something. Right on Ward County Historic Society!

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Arthur Link 1914-2010

When I moved to Bismarck, ND,  in February, I looked forward to two things especially: Seeing the northern lights and meeting Art Link at least once.

Link was former governor and the subject of the documentary When the Landscape is Quiet Again. He’s remembered in that film for his firm environmentalism at a time when many thought North Dakota ought to be “sacrificed” for the benefit of the rest of the country during the 1970s oil crisis.

He also played the fiddle. Redwing, usually.

Unfortunately, he died Tuesday, at the age of 96. There will be a procession and viewing tomorrow (Friday) at the State Capitol here in Bismarck.

He seemed like a good man, and I’m sorry I didn’t get to meet him. This is my Bismarck Stories blog tribute to Governor Link:

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Hank at the Fort Lincoln Internment Camp

Fort Lincoln is now part of the campus of the United Tribes Technical College in Bismarck. But over Memorial Day, the school hosted a different kind of alumni…former prisoners and families of prisoners from when Fort Lincoln served as a War Relocation Camp during WWII. The weekend conference was open to the public, so we went over to take the afternoon tour of the old facilities.

To my surprise, very few “public” were there. To my delight, that meant we were surrounded by these alumni and family and had them mostly to ourselves.

This is Hank Naito. He’s 84 and lives in Hawaii.  When he was 18 he was taken from his home in Los Angeles and put in this North Dakota camp. He introduced himself to my 14-year-old son, and said, “Remember me in 20 years.”

I asked how it felt returning. ”Well, it’s good memories and bad,” he said.

Barracks of old internment camp, now United Tribes dorms

My son asked if Hank had his citizenship papers before he was sent to Fort Lincoln. We quickly explained that Hank was born here, didn’t require any more papers than my son did.

He walked with us, and explained that America can be a good place and a bad place. He explained why he didn’t stay angry. He told how he made a life for himself after the war, starting with a tour in the Air Force, fighting in Korea. He explained that there was more to the internment than suspicion of Japanese Americans–how certain people were especially interested in taking the farm lands the Japanese Americans had improved in the San Joaquin valley.

He told us more stories of his life, then and now, and then he said it to my son again. “Remember me in 20 years.”

I took a picture to make sure of it.

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Womens Rest Room

The most prominent landmark in Bismark, as you might expect, is the state capitol.

Don’t let the federal prison architecture fool you, inside it’s got great historic art deco details. You can see some of them here.

But like most old buildings, the most interesting details are in the bathroom. In this case, the Women’s Rest Room on the ground floor. The door’s open, so let’s just go on in…

Entrance to Womens Rest Room

There’s a coat room. Then you go into a lounge room. Then you go into the bathroom. Then you go into the toilet stall–a  lot of doorways when you really need a toilet! But it’s worth it:

Look! They have those old sanitary napkin bags for your convenience and modesty! How often do you get those anymore? Let’s get a close up on that…

When you’re done with that, maybe you’d like to wash your hands?

Clean, accessible, and love the all-one trash basket and towel service (above). But here comes the best part. The lounge:

The lounge features all these wicker chairs, each with unique detail:

I like to sit in the chairs and think about them who wove the chairs for us. It was the patients of the North Dakota Hospital for the Insane, sometime between 1910 and 1940.

Well, that’s our tour. If for whatever reason you don’t feel welcome in the Womens Rest Room at the Capitol, you can also see wicker chairs on the observation floor.

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Socialist Bank

The best reasons to watch Michael Moore’s Capitalism DVD are the extras. There are 8 or 9 of them, including one  about the Bank of North Dakota. It explains how this state, of all states, ended up with an unapologetically socialist bank.  Luckily, much of Moore’s extra is available on YouTube:

And the best part of the extra is the old farming footage. I know Moore took footage from the North Dakota Historical Society film collection. But maybe not all of it…are those mountains in the scene at 1:33?

Sweet 1970s NoDak Women

I last week started volunteering at the North Dakota Historical Society. For my first assignment, they asked me to digitize video of the 1970s news magazine, Spin.

Spin was produced in Fargo out of Prairie Public Television. Before MTV. Before CNN. So, it’s striking to eyes trained by modern cable how slowly the show moves. And how much real content it contains.

When Dave Brubeck played at North Dakota State University in Fargo, in 1977, the people at Spin pointed a camera at him and let him play. A whole tune. Drum solo, too.

But let me tell you about the women. There’s Ragna Marie Ralston, an 89-year-old woman who writes hymns. She’s written more than 400 of them because God gave it to her to do.  A follow up Google search turns up nothing about her today. Lost. Hymns and all? I hope not.

There’s Harriett Skye, a 30-ish Native American woman who won a scholarship to Julliard in the 1950s. But then turned it down on the advice of a counselor who suggested stenography school instead. By 1977, she’d become an activist who hosted TV and radio programs about Native Americans. She reclined with a More ultra-thin cigarette as she told her story to Spin that year. She was a paragon of 70s feminism.

The good news is that Google has plenty to  say about Skye today. She went on to get a PhD and now is a Vice President at the United Tribes Technical College in Bismarck.

Finally, there is woman after woman who speaks in that 1970s girl voice. I think singing instructors would call it your head voice…a voice that comes from behind your nose rather than from your gut.  And up a register or so.  It tells the world you are no threat. Whether you’re warning the world about the environmental and cultural disaster of the Garrison diversion,  trying to express concern about corporate agriculture, or even singing Ain’t That a Shame at the prison rodeo, you use your girl voice in 1970s North Dakota. You say it high and soft.

Nobody talks like that today, and I’d remember it all with irony and kitch now, if I hadn’t worked so hard to forget it in the 1980s.

North Dakota thresher television

John says that in North Dakota the farmers  leave a large piece of equipment at the highest point of the acreage just to improve television reception.

Does it work?

John says he doesn’t know. But it certainly explains why you see so many of these threshers on the hills all over the countryside.

(update: Myth busted! Today was my first volunteering at the museum and I am assured that the threshers on the hillside simply serve as monuments to the farm’s past.  Not as good a story :( )

Peggy Lee comes home

In a comment under my last post, Jim Z. wrote:

When Lawrence Welk left N.D., he NEVER came back. It’s been said he hated everything about North Dakota. But visiting his birthplace is a real trip, so I’ve heard. L.W. wouldn’t have known… because he never visited!

The ungrateful oaf.

But some people came back: Peggy Lee returned in 1950. And she brought Stanley Kubrick with her. They say you can see Kubrick on the corner in this recently digitized 1950 video from Valley City:

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