Author: Mike S.

Uncle Lee’s Bronze Star

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A few years ago, I had heard there was a trunk or box that contained some of Grandpa Pete’s possessions in the possession of my cousin Ernie. It took me a year or more to connect with Ernie, who told me he had the trunk but there was nothing in it. He didn’t know what had happened to its contents, which he said once included “Uncle Lee’s Bronze Star.” That information sent me on a journey to find out more about my great uncle.

Leopold Anthony Spry was born April 4, 1916 to Peter and Adelaide Spry on their farm north of present-day Callaway (see blog post “Prosperity and Hard Times in Callaway”). Lee likely grew up doing farm chores with his siblings. The 1940 census shows Lee at age 24 still at home and working as a farm laborer, probably for neighbors as his parents no longer had the farm. He registered for the draft on 16 October of that year, along with his brothers Ray, Bud (Leonard) and Bunt (Ervin) in Callaway. Interestingly, brothers Elmer and Ernie also registered that day at Grand Portage in Cook County. It seems the brothers were united in doing their patriotic duty. Of these, Lee, Elmer and Bunt all served in World War II.

This photo was likely taken shortly after WWII.

I tried to retrieve Lee’s military records from the National Archives but learned that most WWII Army personnel records were destroyed in a fire in 1973. All they sent me was his final pay stub. I didn’t have much hope of learning more about Lee’s military service. Then one day last summer I came across a Facebook post about Twisted Twigs Genealogy, who specialize in tracking down records for military units at the National Archives. I sent in a request to have them search for Lee’s records and waited.

Earlier this year, I was notified that Twisted Twigs had completed their search and that I would be receiving an electronic copy of a 227-page “OMPF Mini Reconstruction File.” It took a few email exchanges but I had finally gotten what I was looking for.

The records do not indicate where or when Lee received basic training. In October 1942 Pvt. Lee Spry was transferred to the 23rd General Hospital at Ft. Meade in Maryland. The bulk of the 227 pages were monthly company reports containing head counts and notes about various enlisted men reporting for duty on each day. Also included were “Ration Accounts” that listed men who were authorized to mess separately. Pvt. Spry showed up on these lists from time to time. Apparently, these were personnel who received a cash allowance for subsistence away from their base during training and other assignments. Pretty mundane stuff.

The Reconstruction File included a history of the 23rd General Hospital, which shipped out to Africa in late July 1943. They arrived in Casablanca, Morocco in August and spent that summer and fall hopscotching across North Africa by train finally to Oran, Algeria where they prepared to be deployed to Italy. On 28 October the unit landed on the beach outside Naples because the harbor was strewn with wreckage. The beach was mined by the Germans and several people were injured and one killed crossing the beach. They marched to a large fair grounds and set up a hospital among some bombed-out buildings. The 23rd General Hospital received its first combat-wounded patients on 17 November 1943. The hospital served over 11,000 patients over the next six months. It’s not clear what Pvt. Spry’s duties were; perhaps he served as an orderly in the hospital.

On 30 May, 1944, Pvt. Spry was assigned to Company A of the 310th Medical Battalion, which was preparing to support the 337th Infantry Combat Team of the 85th Infantry Division. The 310th was responsible for evacuating wounded soldiers from the battlefield and providing initial medical care. Pvt. Spry was assigned to be a litter bearer. On 5 June, the infantry and the litter bearers marched through Rome to the cheers of its residents.

On 13 September US and British troops began their assault on the Gothic Line, which was a fortified line of defense built by the Germans across the mountains of central Italy. The Gothic line included over 2,000 machine-gun nests, over 400 artillery positions and 130,000 yards of barbed wire. The 337th, supported by the 310th, was assigned to take Mt. Pratone, located northeast of Florence.

The following is an excerpt from “Highlights of Company A, 310th Medical Battalion”, a report included in the online history of the 337th Infantry Regiment:

…Casualties were heavy and conditions for evacuation unbelievably difficult. Our litter bearers at times carried patients for as many as six to eight miles over almost impassible mountain trails, across narrow paths gouged out of sheer cliffs…Many times one false step meant death.

The experience of T/5 Sol Glik and his squad of three consisting of Pvt. John Schaffer, Pfc. Thomas Shipp and Pvt. Leopold Spry is an indication of the heroism and physical strain demanded of the men in effecting hand evacuation. Sol and his squad volunteered to accompany an assault unit in an early morning attack. While yet a considerable distance from their objective the unit was fired upon and split into two sections by Jerry (Germans) who was dug in on the side of a nearby dominating hill…Both infantry and medics alike were pinned to the ground. Word of a casualty eventually reached the squad and the men were forced to abandon whatever cover they had to find the casualty, gave what aid they could, and prepared to carry him back to the aid station by a round-about route…This return route involved the crossing of two mountain peaks. It was only with superhuman effort that the squad finally completed the unfamiliar, eight miles evacuation over terrain hazardous in itself, not to mention the difficulties imposed by intermittent enemy artillery and mortar barrages. It was for this achievement that Sol Glick and his squad were awarded Bronze Star medals.

The official record of Bronze Star awards was included in the Reconstruction File. It reads as follows:

LEOPOLD A. SPRY, (37292274), Private, Medical Department, Company “A”, 310th Medical Battalion, United States Army. For heroic achievement in action on 17 September 1944, in Italy. Entered military service from Callaway, Minnesota.

Pvt. Spry continued to serve with the 310th Medical Battalion in Italy through the end of the war and was discharged on 27 October 1945.

Unfortunately, I have little other information about Uncle Lee’s life after the war. According to the 1950 US Census, he was living in White Earth with a woman named Cynthia listed as his wife. This would be Cynthia Leecy, the daughter of John Leecy who had a store in White Earth. I have not found a marriage record for Lee and Cynthia. The census has Lee working as a farm hand.

On 23 May 1958, Lee Spry took his own life in a house in Callaway. According to my dad, Grandpa Bud had to clean up the blood and gore. Dad doesn’t remember much about Uncle Lee, other than he drank a lot. These days we are all familiar with PTSD among veterans. Although we’ll never know, it’s possible that Uncle Lee was haunted by what he saw during the war.

Uncle Lee’s grave is located at St. Mary’s Cemetery in Callaway. When my parents had responsibility for maintaining the cemetery, Dad said he always made sure there were flowers at Uncle Lee’s grave. Other veterans in the cemetery have an official veteran’s headstone or plaque that lists their rank, period of service and branch of the military.  Uncle Lee’s grave marker is just a simple stone. There is a stake with a star indicating he was a veteran. Perhaps the family didn’t know that Lee qualified for a military headstone.

It’s more likely they were following the teachings of the Catholic Church at the time, which considered suicide a mortal sin. That is why Uncle Lee was buried back in a far corner of the cemetery. Thankfully, the Church has modernized its views and recognizes that suicide is often due to mental illness. By sharing his story, I’m hoping my family will change their views on Lee and recognize his illness.

I would really like to see Lee’s grave marked with a military headstone, but I don’t know if that’s possible.

The Boy with the Red Wagon

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Rudolph Nester was born in Baden, Germany in 1856. In 1873, at the age of 17 he emigrated to the US. In 1880, he married Mary Heembrock, the daughter of an established German-American farmer from St. Charles, MO. Later that same year, the 1880 census has them farming in Dora Township, Otter Tail County, MN. Apparently, Rudolph was able to get work, woo a woman and make enough money to stake a new homestead in the 7 years since he emigrated.

The claim was 160 acres of bare land between West Spirit Lake and Otter Lake. Otter Tail County was previously the home of Ojibwe and Dakota people. The last remnant of Ojibwe, members of the Pillager Band, moved to the White Earth reservation after it was established in 1868. Rudolph and Mary patented the homestead in 1885. Mary’s brother John received a patent for an adjacent claim in 1890. Most of their neighbors appear to have been fellow German immigrants, with names like Schimmelfenig, Wagner and Klug.

Rudolph and Mary had a big family: 9 children (8 who survived to adulthood) between 1881 and 1898. Devout Catholics, they may have attended Mass at Dora Catholic Church, which was located about 3 miles to the southeast. Oldest son Joseph went west to find his fortune; his WWI draft card has him in Montana working as a stone cutter.

As second son Emil came of age, Rudolph decided to buy land that had recently become available on the White Earth reservation as a result of federal legislation (see blog post “A Model Reservation”). He may have purchased the land from Zoe (Zoway) Fairbanks, the original allotee. Zoe was issued the allotment in 1889 and patented it in 1902. A plat from 1904 shows her ownership.

The parcel Rudolph bought was 75 acres on the north end of Fairbanks Lake, about 4 miles south of the White Earth agency. It’s not clear whether the land had been cleared or plowed or whether Zoe Fairbanks lived there before the sale. In family stories, Emil is said to have spent a year there before getting married. It may be that he cleared land and built a home there during that year. Today, the land is partially forested and partially cultivated.

On February 11, 1911 Emil married Annie Poss, daughter of Jacob Poss (Paas) who farmed along the north shore of Lake Lizzie in Otter Tail County. They moved to the Fairbanks Lake property and began their family. Their first four children, Alice, Lucille, Irene and Clifford were all born on the farm.

The Nesters attended Mass at St. Benedict’s Mission, located two miles north of their farm. The Mission was run by Fr. Aloysius Hermaneutz, OSB who served the people at White Earth for over 50 years. The older children attended school at the Mission. The family witnessed the wholesale transfer of land from the White Earth Ojibwe to white settlers firsthand. This period was a dark chapter in the history of the reservation as tribal members lost the land base they needed for subsistence.

In 1919, Emil and Annie sold their farm and auctioned off all the equipment and livestock. They moved into the new town of Callaway and joined Assumption Catholic Church. Emil went into business as a butcher with Harry Hanson, another former farmer. Eventually, Emil bought out Harry and owned the business, which included a meat market, outright. By 1923, Emil was part-owner of a movie theater in the bustling town. After Prohibition ended in 1933, Emil opened a “beer parlor” by partitioning off part of the meat market.

As with many small towns, Callaway suffered during the Great Depression. Emil was forced to close the meat market. The movie theater was no longer operating and the beer parlor became Callaway’s first municipal liquor store. Emil managed it for a short time. He also continued custom butchering, traveling from farm to farm.

At about this time, Emil and Annie’s daughter Irene or “Diz” (short for Dizzy) began dating a young man named Bud who lived on a farm north of town. Bud’s parents had also experienced adversity, having the lost the farm in the late 1920s. Pete and Addie rented it back from the state and raised their 10 children there.

Although Bud’s family attended the same church, they didn’t move in the same social circles as the Nesters. In fact, when Bud and Diz announced their engagement, Emil was not happy because Bud was an Indian. Emil forebade members of the family from attending the wedding. This kind of prejudice was not unusual around the reservation at the time.

Immigrant families flocked to White Earth in the land rush that resulted from the federal allotment policies. For these families, owning land meant having the opportunity to establish and better themselves in their new country. They could not understand why tribal people did not take advantage of their “opportunity” to become farmers.

The few tribal members who did become farmers were mostly the mixed-bloods, like the Sprys. Although they were living and working hard like their white neighbors, they could not escape being painted with the same brush as the more traditional tribal people who depended on subsistence. They were all “lazy Indians” in the eyes of some whites, apparently including Emil.

Bud and Diz were married on October 25, 1937. Bud’s brother Elmer and Diz’s cousin Alice Lefebvre were the witnesses. One of Diz’s sisters, probably Hazel, snuck out of the house to attend.

Bud and Diz got off to a rough start. Bud had started working at Johnson’s Bee Farm in Callaway but it was seasonal work. To make ends meet, Bud worked in the woods in the winter months, cutting firewood to sell. At one point, to save rent money, Bud built a log cabin near St. Clair Lake.

After a couple of miscarriages, Bud and Diz welcomed a son, Jerry (my dad) in 1939. Jerry was born in the old White Earth Indian Hospital. Because he was a bit premature and very small, the nurses put Jerry in a shoebox on the mantle of the big fireplace in the main lobby of the hospital. The nurses doubted he would survive but he did. Bud and Diz brought Jerry home to the little cabin. Diz recalled melting snow in the winter for baths and laundry. She had to learn to cook and bake without eggs. It was primitive living but they had lots of company; their friends came by to see how they were doing and to play cards. They were happy.

Eventually, Bud and Diz and their family moved into Callaway. They rented the upstairs of a small home, next door to Emil and Annie. Bud continued to work at Johnson’s Bee Farm. Although they were next-door neighbors, Bud and Emil didn’t talk. Emil refused to acknowledge Bud as his son-in-law.

Life went on for the Sprys as their little family continued to grow. Bud was a good baseball player and played for Callaway’s town ball team in those days. He was known as the left-handed catcher who batted from the right.

When WWII started, Bud and Diz had two small children: Jerry and his sister Cleo. Bud apparently was deferred in the draft as a father. His brothers Elmer, Lee and Ervin (Bunt) all served. As for Emil, family lore has him working on the Alaska Highway construction project as a cook. Later in the war, Emil and Annie both worked at the Hanford Works, which was part of the secret Manhattan Project. According to Grandma Diz, they worked in the mess halls, Emil as a butcher and Annie preparing vegetables. (Side note: 50 years later I was working at Hanford in an office building built on the site of one of the work camps.)

Finally, back home in Callaway Emil and Annie resumed their lives. One day Emil noticed a little boy playing with a red wagon on the sidewalk in front of his house. He was handsome little guy, with dark hair, his mom’s blue eyes and a quick smile. Emil and Annie invited the boy into their house. That little boy was Jerry, who eventually won his Grandpa over. Soon Bud and Emil were on speaking terms and eventually became close friends.

Later in the 1940s Emil was in a terrible car accident. He never fully recovered from his injuries. In his last days, the only person Emil wanted at his bedside was Bud.

Driving Highway 113

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Over the past two years I’ve spent a lot of time traveling Highway 113 on my way to board meetings in Waubun and Mahnomen. While driving, I’ve been reflecting on what this highway has meant to me over the years and how it informs my perception of home.

Minnesota Trunk Highway 113 starts on its western end out in the Red River Valley, continues through Waubun and ends at US Highway 71 where it forms part of the south boundary of Itasca State Park. The highway is flat and straight coming from the west until it encounters the Waubun Hills and begins its twisty, hilly journey through lake country. The speed limit over much of this stretch is only 50 mph, on account of the sharp turns, narrow shoulders and limited sight lines along the road.

It is the route many summer homeowners from western Minnesota and North Dakota take to their bit of paradise on one of the many lakes in the area. Winding back and forth over the Mahnomen and Becker County lines the road showcases a beautiful slice of northern Minnesota with numerous lakes and ponds and thick forests of hardwoods, pines and spruce.

While there is private land, especially close to the lakes, much of the land on either side of the highway is publicly held, either as state forest or tax-forfeited land managed by the counties. A large block of land extending north from Tulaby Lake, through the Naytahwaush area and on north of Highway 200 is tribal land that is closed to non-members. This is the largest block of land on the White Earth reservation that is held in trust for the White Earth Nation.

Growing up as a kid, I heard a lot of stories set “up on 113”, giving the area a certain mystique in my mind. In my early years Highway 113 represented a remote, wild place deep in the heart of the White Earth reservation. This was the home of mysterious places like Long Lost and Bad Medicine Lakes.

Many of the stories I heard back then were about deer hunting. Great-grandpa Pete Spry and Grandpa Bud Spry hunted north of the highway back in the 1940s. Back then it was just a rough, muddy gravel road. My dad began hunting with them as a kid in the 1950s. He recalls traveling to deer camp in Uncle Dan Clark’s gravel truck with chains on; it was the only vehicle that could get them back into their camp in the woods near Long Lost Lake. Dad says he remembers seeing camps along 113 on nearly every curve in the road.

Grandpa Bud at deer camp ca. 1950

The crew in that deer camp included several guys from Callaway. They stayed in a tarpaper shack. Dad recalls watching them get up in the morning. Grandpa Pete would roll out of bed and immediately light a cigarette. The men passed a bottle of whiskey around to serve as mouthwash. In later years, they hunted out of an old converted school bus. When Grandpa Pete couldn’t walk as much in the woods he sat in the bus’s driver seat and shot deer out the window. My uncles and cousins still hunt north of Highway 113.

My first experience of this area was camping trips with cousins and friends to a lot on Pickerel Lake. The bare gravel lot got pretty hot on those summer days so we spent most of our time swimming in the clear, cold lake. When we weren’t swimming we hiked over to Hoot Owl Resort to buy candy. The adults spent most their time in a screen tent to avoid the bugs and maintain easy access to the keg of beer.

Later, in my high school summers my Grandpa Ray and I traveled up and down Highway 113 to plumbing jobs at tribal housing projects in Elbow Lake Village, Naytahwaush and Rice Lake (see “Rez Plumbers” blog post). Some days when we got done early we would explore one of several forest roads or “truck trails” that extended north and south of 113. With names like Anchor Matson and Strawberry Mountain these roads were a link to earlier years when logging dominated these woods.

After a long day, Grandpa would often take a nap and have me drive the winding highway home. Occasionally we would stop at McCraney Lake, where a bar in a Quonset hut served burgers.

That Quonset hut is long gone now, as are many of the little cabins the lined the lakeshores. Today in their place are large vacation homes. Otherwise, Highway 113 remains much the same, winding its way over knobs and around kettles left by the last glaciers. I still enjoy the remote beauty as I take my time at 50 mph.

Return to Mooningwanekaaning

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Last October, my wife and I decided to make trip back to Madeline Island to celebrate our anniversary. We had been there several years ago and really enjoyed our time there. I also wanted to go back because the Madeline Island Museum was closed last time and I wanted to see if they had any information about my ancestors.

We stayed in Bayfield and took the ferry out to LaPointe. The museum was open this time. I told a staffer at the front desk that my great-great-great grandparents were married there. She offered to make photocopies of pages from the marriage register, which had been compiled and typed from the original register. I got a copy of the page listing the marriage of Pierre Trotochaud to Angelique Masset (or Massey) by Father Baraga in 1843. Interestingly, Angelique was listed by her mother’s maiden name and not Blair.

While touring the museum, I stopped to talk with an elder from the nearby Red Cliff Reservation named Rob who worked there. I told Rob about the marriage record. He said the names sounded familiar to him. Then he showed me a photo of a book on his phone, “All Our Relations”. Rob suggested I check it out to see if I could learn more about my family.

Rob went on to tell me about the importance of the island (called Mooningwanekaaning in Ojibwe, referring to home of the yellow-shafted flicker) to the Ojibwe. He told me that many of the people who migrated from the island to Sandy Lake, where Angelique was from, were of the Loon Clan. Rob explained that, although the Ojibwe had dispersed from Mooningwanekaaning to reservations established by the treaties, they still considered the island their spiritual home. Rob pointed out that many of Catholic Indians continued to return to the island to have their children baptized and to be married. He mentioned two children buried at the Catholic church who perished at Sandy Lake and their parents buried them at LaPointe. (These were Clem Beaulieu’s two daughters who died in 1845.) I enjoyed my visit with Rob and told him I hoped to see him again.

When I got home I immediately reserved a copy of “All Our Relations” from the local library. Rob was right: the book had information about our family. The book includes records of interviews conducted at LaPointe after the Treaty of 1837. The government was trying to determine who was eligible for a payment to mixed bloods that was provided for in the treaty.

One of the interviewees was Margaret Bles (Blai or Blais), who was born at Pine River in Iowa Territory, which at that time included most of what is now Minnesota. She had resided at Sandy Lake “until within the last 2 months.” The entry went on to say that she married a man named Alexis Bles “13 or 14 years since”, which would be about 1825. The marriage produced 5 children: Angelique, 11 yrs old; Antoine 10; Joseph 8; Edouard 6; and Alexander 4. Antoine had been born at Mille Lacs and Joseph at Leech Lake; the other three children were born at or near Sandy Lake. This record matches the names and approximate ages of the Blairs in our family tree. The record also mentions that Alexis had died “4 years since.” This would be about 1835.

The book also includes information about a man named Alexis Blais who appeared before the Indian agent in 1828. He was one of three men who were ordered out of Indian country the previous year because they did not have licenses to trade in Indian country. The men were summoned to Sault Ste. Marie by the agent, none other than Henry Rowe Schoolcraft, the “discoverer” of the Mississippi headwaters. The episode is documented in Schoolcraft’s “Personal Memoirs”, which includes parts of his daily journals. Schoolcraft wrote that Alexis “pleaded ignorance” to the laws pertaining to traders and Indian country. Schoolcraft’s journal implies that Alexis was the subject of a complaint by “Mr. Aikin” at Sandy Lake. That would be William Aitkin, the trader who ran the American Fur Company post there. During the interview, Alexis guessed that he would not have gotten in trouble if he had worked for Aitkin instead of independently. According to Schoolcraft, Alexis “did not desire to return to the Indian country”.

If Alexis Blais did leave the area in 1828, he would not have fathered Margaret’s younger children. In her interview at LaPointe Margaret claimed he died around 1835, which suggests he did not leave after meeting with Schoolcraft but returned to his family.

This experience has finally cleared up the mystery of who Alexis Blais (Alexander Blair) was and gives me a better picture of what life was like for Margaret and her children. It appears they moved wherever Alexis could make a living, with stops at Leech Lake and Mille Lacs. It is fascinating to to know that our ancestors interacted with historic figures like Schoolcraft, Baraga and Aitkin.

Mooningwanekaaning was important to the family; Margaret and her children were baptized there by Father Baraga later in 1839 (documented in “All Our Relations”). Now the island holds a special place in my heart, too.

Marking Time

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24B92C05-3845-4D72-BA12-4E30BF257C5DIn this time of COVID-19, many are learning to slow down, take more notice of things around them and appreciate what they have. Even for me, someone who has been retired for several years and has all the time in the world, there seems to be a slower pace.

This Spring I’ve been doing what I do every spring: checking out the emergence of the plants and animals that tell us winter is over and summer is on its way. This is known as phenology, “the rhythmic biological nature of events as they relate to climate” to quote my friend John Latimer. John does a weekly phenology report on Northern Community Radio (Kaxe.org) wherein he discusses his observations. He also does a “daily dose of phenology” in which he looks back at his records to see what was happening on a given date. It’s sounds geeky (and it is) but its a great way to relate to the land around us and remember we are a part of something bigger.

I have been trying to keep phenology records for the past few years but often am too rushed to remember what I saw and write it down. But this year, I find myself taking the time everyday, not just some days, to notice what is happening in the natural world. I’ve challenged myself to find something new everyday or at least write down something I saw or heard, that got my attention. I made some early observations in March but I didn’t start writing things down everyday until a few weeks ago. Here is my daily log for the Spring so far, including observations while at work, but mostly at home:

April

27: hepatica beginning to bloom

28: rue anemone, marsh marigold beginning to bloom; first-of-the-year (FOY) white-throated sparrow

29: aspen catkins dropping

30: sandhill cranes calling from the cattail slough (see home page photo)

May

1: snowberry, chokecherry leafing out

2: leatherwood leafing out

3: bellwort emerging; wood anemone flowering

4: FOY phoebe

5: Pennsylvania sedge flowering

6: wild ginger flowering

7: aspens leafing out

8: red maples leafing out; cattails emerging

9: FOY warblers: “butter butt” (yellow-rumped), palm, pine (observed at Big Sand Lake access)

10: green ash flowering

11: large-leaved aster emerging

12: FOY spring azure and fritillary butterflies, black and white warbler (Greenwater Lake Scientific and Natural Area)

13: oak trees flowering

14: FOY yellow warbler

15: FOY Baltimore oriole

16: trilliums have emerged, ready to bloom

17: wild plum blooming; FOY sharp-shinned hawk (Big Sand Lake access)

The natural world keeps on keeping on, regardless of what is happening in the “human” world. We get busy creating our own reality with work, politics, sports, celebrity gossip, etc. We seem to be in a competition to see who can accumulate the most, which really means using up and throwing away the most.

COVID-19 is a reminder that the natural world is the “real” reality and still is in charge. We may think we control our destiny, that the world exists for us to exploit. Along comes a bit of protein-coated RNA, (see my post “Virus”) one of millions of viruses that exist in nature, and our world is turned upside down.

We are not in control. Nature is, always has been, always will be.

 

 

 

 

Shivaree in the Judiths

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shivaree noun
shiv·​a·​ree | \ ˌshi-və-ˈrē , ˈshi-və-ˌrē\
Definition of shivaree: a noisy mock serenade to a newly married couple. In 19th century rural America, a newly-married couple might be treated to a mock serenade, performed with pots, pans, homemade instruments, and other noisemakers. In much of the central U.S. and Canada, … it was called a “shivaree,” a loan from French charivari, which denotes the same folk custom in France. 

In 1989, my grandparents invited me to hunt deer with them in the Judith Mountains near Lewistown, Montana. My family had been hunting there since the 1950s and I grew up hearing dozens of stories about their hunts and the beautiful, historic area. Living a few hours away in Idaho at the time, I jumped at the chance to tag along.

Our family hunted on the Abbott Ranch on the eastern edge of the Judiths near the ghost town of Gilt Edge. The owners were direct descendants of “Teddy Blue” Abbott, who had come north from Texas on longhorn cattle drives. Abbott worked for Granville Stuart, a prominent Montana pioneer, on his ranch and eventually married his daughter. Teddy Blue’s memoir, We Pointed Them North, was published just before his death in 1939. Teddy Blue was a good friend of Charlie Russell as well as Calamity Jane.

I met Grandpa and Grandma, as well as Grandpa’s cousins Stan and Edwin Tuve, along with Edwin’s wife Marie, at the Lewistown VFW. Because I had run out of gas on the way, I was about 3 hours late and the party was on. Eventually, we made it out to the ranch and set up camp near the outbuildings.

The next morning, Grandpa posted me at the top of a draw and he and Grandma, ages 69 and 66 respectively, made a drive for me. That is, they walked up the draw to kick deer out toward me. I got my deer right away. Afterward, while we were waiting for someone to come with the pickup to load the deer, Grandpa and I sat in the meadow and passed a bottle between us. After listening to Grandpa’s stories about Montana deer hunts all my life, I could not believe I was there with them, a part of it all.

Later that day, I was assigned again to post along with Grandma. As we were walking toward the ridge where we were to position ourselves, a deer came bounding over the top of the ridge at full speed. Mule deer, unlike whitetails, tend to run stiff-legged, making it look like they are bouncing across the ground. They do not seem fast but they’re still tough to hit. I watched Grandma pull up her Winchester .32 Special and drop the deer with one shot from about 60 yards. It was well known in the family that Grandma was the best shot; I got to confirm that in person!

The rest of the hunt was a lot of fun as we had little trouble filling our tags. As the only non-senior citizen in camp, I was obliged to do most of the dressing and dragging of deer. I didn’t mind the work one bit. It was on the warm side for October, so we skinned the deer and hung them in one of the ranch sheds.

It was the perfect weekend: beautiful weather, gorgeous central Montana scenery, Grandma’s delicious cooking and great stories around the fire. Grandpa and Grandma’s 49th wedding anniversary happened to fall during the weekend. As they were in the camper preparing supper that night, the group got together some pots and pans and lids and spoons and shivareed them! We kept up the racket until Grandma and Grandpa came out of the camper and gave us a kiss. We celebrated with a beautiful cake baked by Mrs. Abbott in a wall tent also provided by the Abbotts.

Little did I know this would be my last hunt with them. I never got back to Minnesota to hunt with them before Grandma “retired” and Grandpa passed away. I will always treasure the memory of this hunt.

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We lost Grandma Arleen last week, at the age of 96. She is at the center of so many of my memories; it’s hard to imagine life without her. These last few years I was able to visit her often and listen to her stories. I am grateful for the time with her. Now she is back with Grandpa, on another grand adventure.

 

 

 

Prosperity and Hard Times in Callaway

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I have been studying this photo for quite awhile because I think it tells a story.

Spry family home

The photo appears to have been made around 1900. Mitchell and Amelia had been working their farm for about 25 years. In that time, they had managed to build a relatively large, well-appointed home complete with window shutters and landscaping.

The way his family is posed in front of his house suggests that Mitchell wanted to show the world he was prospering. He had come along way from his poor beginnings in Quebec. His family looks healthy and well-clothed. This was no snapshot; the photographer composed the photo carefully. The message is clear: this family is successful.

We do not know much more about Mitchell and Amelia’s life. We know that Mitchell and Amelia served on committees organizing the White Earth Celebration back in 1888, according to the The Progress, White Earth’s newspaper. We know Mitchell was one of five men who signed (Mitchell with an X) for a 90-day note for $700 for construction of the Catholic church in Callaway in 1909 (from Assumption Catholic Church’s centennial booklet).

One other source of information on the family is the Becker County Recorder’s office. These records indicate Mitchell and Amelia mortgaged the farm in 1907 and satisfied that debt in 1908. The deed records include several entries indicating the Sprys, including sons Henry and Peter, may have been speculating on lots in the newly platted town of Callaway. Callaway sprung up on a former Indian allotment along the Soo Line railroad, about 3 miles from the Spry farm. Henry and his brother-in-law Eusebe obtained a “town lot deed” in 1908 from Tri-State Land Co. for a lot in Callaway; this may have been where they established their store.

The deed records indicate Pete and his wife Addie sold Pete’s original 80-acre allotment along the Buffalo River to Annie Reinhardt, wife of Henry who owned the flour mill in Richwood. Presumably, Pete then farmed with Mitchell and his brothers for a time. In 1917, Pete and Addie bought Mitchell and Amelia’s farm with $1500 in financing from his parents and another $500 borrowed from his brother Henry. Pete and Addie raised their ten kids on this farm.

That same year, the U.S. entered World War I. Farm prices grew stronger during the war, as demand increased to feed war-torn Europe and the hungry soldiers overseas. Wheat prices increased from $1.03 per bushel in 1914 to $2.34 in 1919, according to the Minnesota Historical Society. Land prices also doubled in value, and farmers found it relatively easy to obtaining financing to expand their operations.

In 1920, Pete and Addie obtained a $4000 mortgage from Security State Bank in Detroit Lakes and a $300 second mortgage from Citizens State Bank in Callaway. They used these funds to pay off their debts to Pete’s parents and brother.

After the war ended and as European countries began to recover, crop surpluses began to build. Burdened with debt, farmers were reluctant to reduce production and crop prices began to drop. By 1920, wheat was down to $1.65 per bushel. With reduced demand, land prices also declined. Soon, farmers were unable to make their mortgage payments. Between 1926 and 1932, foreclosures took 1,442 farms in Minnesota. The farm crisis also precipitated bank failures, including Security State Bank and Citizens State Bank.

In 1924, Pete and Addie obtained a $6000 mortgage from the State of Minnesota. This mortgage may have been issued by the Department of Rural Credit, formed by the state in response to bank failures. The couple apparently used this financing to satisfy the previous mortgages, which were then held by Northwestern Trust Company.

In 1927, the State of Minnesota foreclosed on Pete and Addie. A sheriff’s sale was held on June 11, 1927. It does not appear that there were any successful bidders, as the 1929 county atlas still listed the State of Minnesota as the owner of the farm and the 1930 census indicated they were renting the farm. The home Mitchell and Amelia built and were so proud of was still home for Pete and Addy, but it was not theirs anymore.

Another photo of the Mitchell Spry family, taken around 1920, tells another story.

Mitchell Spry Family

Back: Eliza Spry Bellefeuille, Amelia Spry Bellefeuille, Lawrence Spry, Madeline Spry Trepp, Ellen Spry Bowman. Front: Henry Spry, Mitchell Spry, Amelia Trotochaud Spry, Frank Spry. Missing: Peter Spry

Here the adult children surround Mitchell and Amelia, perhaps on the occasion of their 50th wedding anniversary. Again, this portrait depicts a prosperous family. But Peter is not in the portrait. According to family lore, he was too busy working in the fields to sit in on the photo. This story suggests that Pete did not lose the farm for lack of effort.

The 1940 census indicates Pete and Addie had moved into Callaway sometime after 1935. Pete served as city treasurer and also served on the school board. Oldest son Ray, his wife Abby and their kids Russell and Donna were staying with Pete and Addie in 1940. The youngest boys, Lee and Bunt, were still living at home. Soon they would be off serving in World War II. Elmer would serve, too.

The 1940 census has Uncles Ernie and Elmer living in Grand Portage. Uncle Ernie joined the Civilian Conservation Corps and helped build the replica trading post at Grand Portage. A historian researching the CCC in Minnesota interviewed Ernie in 1982 about growing up during the Depression. He recalled the whole family out picking potatoes in farmers’ fields for $3 a day.

Pete and Addie’s oldest daughter Ethelbert had married Lauren Brandvig of Nebraska and was living in Minneapolis and working at Woolworth’s (1937). Doris had married Joe Zurn; Joe was a truck driver who owned his own truck in 1940. Rena was married to Dan Clark, who was working for the Works Progress Administration (WPA), which was building roads and public buildings. Lenora was married to Lyle Bryngelson, who worked for Cass-Clay Creamery; they were living in Moorhead in 1936. Lenora’s twin, Leonard “Bud” Spry was my grandpa. In 1940, he and wife Irene (Diz) and my dad Jerry lived in Callaway and Bud worked at Paul Johnson’s bee farm.

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Rena, Doris, Ethelbert and Lenora Spry, daughters of Pete and Addie

L to R_ Ervin, Elmer, LeeDespite a disastrous farm economy and the Great Depression, Pete and Addie managed to raise their kids and send them off into the world to start their own families. Pete lost Addie in 1944 at the age of 65. Pete lived the rest of his life in Callaway in a house on the south side of town. He passed away in 1971, at the age of 88.

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In 1982, I came home to Callaway on Spring Break and helped my dad tear down Great-Grandpa Pete’s house to make room for a new house to be built by cousin Ernie Clark. I remember working alone in the old house, knocking out plaster walls and taking out studs that Dad would recycle for other projects. I remember finding a report card in one wall; it was Henry’s from his time at Carlisle Indian School. I gave it to Aunt Rena for safekeeping. As I worked, I wondered about Grandpa Pete. I couldn’t say I really knew him; I was 10 when he passed away.

As I said in an earlier post, the Sprys did not have a lot of stories about their ancestors. Researching my family history has filled in some holes in our story. Although I did not find a lot of details, I was able to align the facts I could find with events in the history of White Earth and of Minnesota. This gave me a better idea of what our ancestors experienced. Hopefully, our family now has a better sense of where we come from.

What I Learned at the National Archives, Chicago

/ Mike S. / 10 Comments

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The “Bean” at Millenium Park, Chicago

There was still snow on the ground and ice on the lake in the last week of April when I traveled to Chicago to do some research for my book project. Although I had planned the trip to gather information for that project, I knew it would also be an opportunity to research our family’s history further. The Chicago unit of the National Archives holds records for the midwestern U.S., including Bureau of Indian Affairs records for White Earth and other reservations.

I spent an entire day at the Archives, and was able to access official correspondence to the Indian agent at White Earth as far back as the 1870s. I found the official record showing that Amelia Trotochaud Spry had “proved up” her land on the reservation prior to the allotment era. This process was spelled out in the 1867 treaty, whereby tribal members could claim 40 acres by breaking ground on 10 acres. Up to 160 acres could be claimed this way.  The record book had a total of 71 entries; Amelia’s 160-acre claim was 15th in the list, with the date of August 18, 1878. The location has the same legal description as the allotment she received under the Nelson Act of 1889. (In Amelia’s case the allotment was a formality.)

The Archives have the original receipt book kept by the Indian agent to record annuity goods handed out to tribal members. I found an entry dated August 8, 1874 for receipt of 11 lbs. of pork, 49 lbs. of flour and 10 lbs. of sugar issued to Angelique Blair (Mrs. Pierre Trotochaud). A week later, another entry had 4.5 lbs. of pork and 24.5 lbs. of flour being issued to Mitchell Spry. As these were the only entries in the book for members of our family, it suggests they needed some initial supplies when they got to White Earth. This means the Trotochauds and Sprys at White Earth in late July or early August of 1874. Amelia was about 5 months pregnant with Liza; Frank was 3 years old and Henry about 18 months.

The Archives also hold the original annuity rolls, which were used to record membership in the tribe. The members are listed under their respective chiefs; The Trotochauds and Sprys are listed under “O-muck-kuck-keence”. Interestingly, John Johnson Sr. is listed under the same chief. This could be Enmegabowh, the famous Episcopalian missionary. If so, it begs the question what if any relationship our family may have had with him.

The annuity rolls list all of the eligible children of each tribal member. These records appear to be at least as accurate as the census records in terms of names and ages. However, they reveal the names of additional children born to Amelia and Mitchell. The 1881 roll lists Josephine, born that year. The 1898 roll lists Matilda, age 3 but notes that she died in 1897. I seem to recall seeing a grave marker for her at Calvary Cemetery near the old mission.

The rolls also list Albert, born in 1886. He is listed in all of the rolls I reviewed up to 1898. He is also listed in all the censuses up to 1901, when he would have been 15. Then he disappears. Could he have run away? Or had a tragic accident? I did a search for Albert Spry on newspapers.com and found incidences of that name in papers throughout the country. Many were from the East Coast and were likely associated with the English name Spry. His name does not show up in any Minnesota newspapers. There were several references to an Albert Spry, an electrician in Arizona, who was convicted of larceny. Because other Spry cousins moved to Arizona to work in the mines, this could be a match for our Albert. However, this Albert, while the right age, claimed to have been born in California. Our Albert will remain a mystery, at least for now.

Finally, the Archives provide records of the additional allotments made to tribal members at White Earth as a result of the 1904 Steenerson Act. This act allowed all members who previously had only received 80 acres under the original Nelson Act to obtain another 80. The records show that my great-grandfather Peter, who had 80 acres next to Henry east of Callaway, selected an additional 80 acres about 2 miles east of Waubun. Youngest brother Lawrence selected 80 acres north of Ogema. Sisters Ellen and Madeleine selected land northwest of Ogema. All of these parcels appear to have been prairie that could be converted to farmland. Their sister Amelia received an allotment south of Big Sugarbush Lake. This was likely hardwood forest at the time, although about half of this parcel is now cleared and farmed. The allotment records are numbered, presumably in chronological order. All of these allotments issued to Sprys were numbered between 983 and 990. Because these parcels were far flung from their original allotments, it seems likely the Spry siblings rented them out or sold them.

Oldest sister Eliza, at that time married to Eusebe Bellefeuille, received additional allotment no. 225, which could mean she was in line on the day back 1905 when the government started issuing allotments (see my previous post). This parcel was located northeast of Waubun and was probably a mix of oak woods and prairie. Because these parcels were far flung from their original allotments, it seems likely the Spry siblings rented them out or sold them.

Among the records in the Archives I came across an affadavit signed by Peter (brother Henry was the second witness but his signature is absent) on behalf of “Zephine” Bellefeuille. Presumably this was Zephyr, his brother-in-law.This affadavit verified that Zephyr was a mixed-blood tribal member and was required to be submitted as part of an application for fee-simple patent for his additional allotment.  This was usually a preliminary step to selling the land. Based on the legal description, the additional allotment no. 261 received by Zephyr was located just west of Bad Medicine Lake. This was very likely pine land. Other Bellefeuilles and some Trotochauds also received additional allotments on the pine lands in the eastern part of the reservation.

IMG_0049Finally, I reviewed records associated with the land fraud claims and investigations made at White Earth in the early 1900s. I came across a record (case no. 145) wherein Lawrence Spry mortgaged his additional allotment in 1909 for $800 to the Homestead Real Estate Loan Co. It is not clear whether this was proven to be a case of fraud (Lawrence was 18 or 19 at the time).

My time at the National Archives gave me a glimpse into some details of our family history. The records confirm the Sprys did not benefit from the scandals related to the pine lands. Their focus seemed to be on farming. Nevertheless, they were witness to major changes on the reservation in the late 1800s and early 1900s.

 

 

“A Model Reservation”

/ Mike S. / 7 Comments

Callaway TWP

When we last visited Mitchell and Amelia Trotochaud Spry, they were settled on a farm in the southern part of the White Earth reservation. Amelia’s parents Pierre and Angeline settled nearby on land north of Richwood. Amelia’s siblings married into other early families at White Earth, with names including McDougall, LaDoux, Blue, Vizenor, Pelland, Roy and Fairbanks.

The earliest histories of White Earth describe it as a thriving community and a success story, at least from the government’s perspective.  In fact, prominent leaders in Minnesota like Henry Rice were advocating the relocation of all the Ojibwe in Minnesota to White Earth. These designs were as much about getting at reservation land as they were about “civilizing” the Indians. The lumber companies in St. Paul were clamoring for access to virgin timber on the reservations. Meanwhile, the rapid settlement of the Red River Valley to the west had created demand for opening up the western parts of the White Earth and Red Lake reservations to create more cropland for whites.

In 1889, Minnesota Congressman Knute Nelson sponsored legislation to consolidate all the Ojibwe at White Earth and assign 160-acre allotments (first authorized by the Dawes Act of 1887) to individual Indians. The intent of the law was to allow homesteading of “excess” lands by white settlers. But even before the excess lands could be sold off, the allotment process was corrupted. Rules were changed, enabling whites and mixed-bloods with little or no connection to the bands at White Earth to claim allotments. This story has been documented in a book, The White Earth Tragedy by Melissa Meyer.

Among those who benefited were the Beaulieus, headed by Clement H. Beaulieu, the oldest son of Bazil Beaulieu, an old trader from LaPointe. Clem’s mother was a Lake Superior Ojibwe, and her son used the extensive connections of both his parents to build a thriving trading business in Crow Wing. Clem Beaulieu’s sister Margaret had married Martin Bisson, another French-Canadian trader. They had been among the first families to homestead at Belle Prairie, a community a few miles downriver from Crow Wing. The Bissons migrated back to Quebec during the Civil War years; when they came back, they brought two sons-in-law with them. One was Theodore Bellefeuille, who married Sophie Bisson in 1855. Theodore and Sophie settled at Belle Prairie and began raising a large family. Theodore’s brother Raphael also settled there.

As descendants of Lake Superior Ojibwe, the Beaulieus were not eligible for allotments at White Earth. But Clem Beaulieu successfully argued that he and his family became eligible when the 1854 treaty with the Lake Superior Ojibwe allowed band members living at Sandy Lake and Crow Wing to switch bands. Under this arrangement, the Beaulieus and their relatives, including the Bellefeuilles became eligible to receive allotments at White Earth.

Theodore and Sophie Bellefeuille moved to White Earth and claimed an allotment not far from Mitchell and Amelia Spry. Two Bellefeuille sons, Antoine and George, who had married and started families, also moved to White Earth. The Bellefeuilles and Sprys, being neighbors and sharing a French-Canadian cultural background, became close and several marriages between the families occurred. Another son of Theodore and Sophie,  Eusebe, married Lizzie Spry, Mitchell and Amelia’s oldest daughter in 1891. Lizzie’s brother Henry married Eusebe’s little sister Georgiana. Bellefeuille cousins, children of Raphael, also married Spry siblings: Josephene married Frank and Jonas married Amelia. Finally, in 1905, Peter Spry, my great-grandfather, married Adelaide, the daughter of Antoine and granddaughter of Theodore. All of the Bellefeuilles (over 40 individuals) received allotments. Early applicants received 160 acres each; beginning in 1891 the government reduced the allotment size to 80 acres.

Meanwhile, other developments at White Earth were leading to more Indians losing their land to whites. In 1902, Congress passed a law allowing Indian heirs to sell allotments they had inherited. In 1904, the so-called Clapp Rider enabled tribal members to sell timber from their allotments. Also in 1904, the Steenerson Act was passed to allow allottees who only received 80 acres to claim another 80. The two laws, passed a week apart, opened the doors to speculators and lumber companies.

The day before the additional allotments were to be made in the spring of 1905, people lined up outside the agency. Many had prepared by scouting out locations where there was merchantable timber.  Ojibwe descendants from all over the country came in hopes of acquiring valuable property. The “full-blood” Indians protested and attempts were made to give them an equal chance by forming a second line. But the net result was most of the choice pine lands being awarded to mixed-bloods of certain families who were connected to the lumber companies. When the full-bloods complained, government officials said the mixed-bloods had shown initiative and demonstrated they were adapting to the white world. The full-bloods were dismissed as lazy.

Were any of our relatives in line that day? The Minnesota Historical Society has a Becker County plat book dating from 1911 that shows several Sprys, Bellefeuilles and Trotochauds owning parcels east of White Earth in the forested part of the reservation. These allotments may have been selected for these family members, some of whom were children, by relatives or unrelated brokers. Most of these tracts were located around Big Sugarbush and Strawberry Lakes, which was dominated by hardwood forest with few pines. By 1911, the lumber companies had already acquired most of the valuable pine lands further east.

The government further eroded the Ojibwe land base in 1906 when a second Clapp Rider passed, allowing mixed-bloods to sell their allotments outright. Wanting to share in the bounty, full-bloods signed affidavits claiming they were mixed bloods so they could sell. Many allottees were swindled out of their land. Subsequent investigations identified Gus Beaulieu, son of Clem, and B.L. Fairbanks as the leading brokers who arranged fraudulent allotment sales to the lumber companies.

In 1911, a group of White Earth Indian leaders petitioned the Indian Office to have 86 people removed from the rolls, including Gus Beaulieu and B.L. Fairbanks. The group was well aware of the damage done by the mixed-blood brokers and wanted to punish them. Also included were 43 members of the Bellefeuille family, for reasons that are not clear. The Bellefeuilles did not seem to be involved in the fraudulent sales or tribal politics.

The Bellefeuilles may have been included because it was believed they had no connection to the White Earth Ojibwe, their only association being with the Beaulieu family. The Indian Office, beginning to recognize the role that certain mixed-bloods played in the allotment scheme, heard the full-bloods’ complaints and suspended the 86 individuals. None of the Sprys was included in the list even though we were affiliated with the same Lake Superior band as the Beaulieus and Bellefeuilles. Perhaps the White Earth leaders knew our family was connected to the Blairs and Trotochauds, who had lived among the Ojibwe at Sandy Lake and Little Rock.  The government reversed itself and reinstated all 86 in 1916.

By that point, much of the reservation land had been transferred to whites. The Indians that had not adapted to farming could no longer count on traditional subsistence without a land base. Extreme poverty and despair followed. The people of White Earth are still burdened by this history as they struggle to build a future.

As for the Sprys, their modest farm, supplemented by what local game they could harvest, enabled them to raise their family. Pete and Adelaide took over the farm from Mitchell and Amelia and raised their ten children there. Uncle Henry opened a store with his Bellefeuille in-laws in Callaway, a new town founded in 1907 where the railroad crossed the southern boundary of the reservation. Most of the rest of the Sprys had left the area by the 1930s. The Sprys who remained on the reservation continued to live close to the land as hunters, fishers and berry-pickers. Those traditions continue in our family today.

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Henry Spry, Theodore Bellefeuille, Georgiana Bellefeuille Spry, Lizzie Spry Bellefeuille, Eusebe Bellefeuille, Antoine Bellefeuille in front of their store in Callaway.