By Carrie Fancett Pagels
I recently flew home for a book signing at the Tahquamenon
Logging museum, and commented to family members how cool it was that you could
visit there and see how things were in the lumbering days. My cousin, who lives
in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, laughed at me about “lumberjack days” because he
works in the logging industry today! Except that he is driving big truckloads
of trees to a paper processing mill.
Yes, indeed, the lumber industry continues today, but for this post I’ll
be look back in time to when the great white pines of Michigan were considered
“White Gold” and had diameters taller than most men.
My maternal grandfather was a lumber camp boss in the Upper
Peninsula and my great-grandfather may have logged in lower Michigan at the
turn of the century, before returning to Kentucky. In the 1940’s, my maternal
grandmother was the camp cook, along with some other ladies, and my mom also
helped her mother. On the other side of the family, we had some lumberjacks,
too, arriving sometime after my grandmother was born in 1895. Below is a
picture of my paternal great-grandparents cedar log cabin, which is part of the
Tahquamenon Logging Museum.
My mother’s family moved to a lumber camp in Michigan’s
frigid northern climate when she was twelve. Growing up, I heard about the
shacks they lived in and how difficult it was to be so isolated and living
under such difficult conditions. This was during the Great Depression. So I’ll
be honest, I’m not sure she really understood how desperate the times were for
everyone and how fortunate she was to have a roof over her head, food in her
belly, and a job for her father. Growing up hearing these tales inspired my
recent novella, “The Fruitcake Challenge,” with a camp cook trying to escape
camp life. But I set my story earlier, during the time of the big lumber
boom—1890.
From the mid 1800’s on, timber sales continued to climb
steadily. By the time 1890 had rolled around, the demand for white pine lumber
to build homes all around the Great Lakes, particularly in Chicago, was at its
climax. Lumberjacks worked in lumber
camps putting in long hours for many months at a time. As I mentioned, these grand pines were
massive. One of the instruments that made it possible for loggers to strip the
woods of the beautiful old growth white pines was the cross cut saw (see
picture.) The clean-out teeth (see the
missing spot on the comparison saw in the picture) made it possible to cut more
quickly.
If you want to know more about lumberjack life, I recommend
you visit the Tahquamenon Logging Museum in Newberry, Michigan, where there is
a cook shack set up and periodically there are lumberjack breakfasts cooked as
fund raisers. Below is a picture of a
vignette of lumbercamp pictures and eating utensils, from the museum.
Blurb for The Fruitcake Challenge: When new lumberjack, Tom Jeffries,
tells the camp cook, Jo Christy, that he’ll marry her if she can make a
fruitcake, “as good as the one my mother makes,” she rises to the occasion.
After all, he’s the handsomest, smartest, and strongest axman her camp-boss
father has ever had in his camp—and the cockiest. And she intends to bring this
lumberjack down a notch or three by refusing his proposal. The fruitcake wars
are on!
Giveaway: An
ebook copy of The Fruitcake Challenge, An Amazon
best seller in Christian Historical Romance and book 3 in the Christmas
Traditions Series. Leave a comment about what you are most curious about in
lumber camps of the late 19th century.
Photos for this article were taken by Carrie Fancett Pagels at the
Tahquamenon Logging Museum in Newberry, Michigan.
Bio: Carrie Fancett Pagels Ph.D. is an
award-winning Christian fiction author. Her story, “Snowed In,” appears in
Guidepost Books’ A Christmas Cup of Cheer (2013). Author
of The Fruitcake Challenge (September,
2014) and Return
to Shirley Plantation: A Civil War Romance (2013). Carrie is a
finalist for the 2014 Maggie Awards for Excellence and the winner in Historical
Genre for Family Fiction’s “The Story Contest 2014”.
Thank you for sharing this most interesting post Carrie.
ReplyDeletemauback55 at gmail dot com
TY, Melanie! I grew up around ex-lumberjacks with names like Dutch and Swede, so I used that in my novella, too!
DeleteThank you for sharing this information! I have visited the Upper Peninsula and those trees are beautiful.
ReplyDeletelindajhutchins@gmail.com
It's a shame what the harsh winters and bugs have done to the forest up there, Linda. I was surprised when I was home at how so many were dying.
DeleteI always wondered how on earth they had enough food for all those men working all day! The amount of food they had to prepare seems impossible. would love to read this! truckredford(at)Gmail(dot)com
ReplyDeleteEliza, they did eat huge amounts of food. The cook shack was the most important place in the camp and you better have great cooks or the lumberjacks wouldn't be in your camp for long! Thanks for coming by!
DeleteI've loved learning about lumberjacks since reading The Measure of Katie Calloway by Serena Miller!
ReplyDeleteLOVED Serena's story and am so BLESSED that she has read and endorsed my novella, Heidi!
DeleteWhat an interesting family history.
ReplyDeleteI have trouble cooking for my family, let alone a bunch of lumberjacks.
I was a house sitter/ relief workers at a group home and had to cook for them every weekend. You get used to making the larger quantities but it is a lot of work.
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ReplyDeleteWhat a great post, Carrie! Congrats on your new release.
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TY, Amy! Any lumberjacks in your family?
DeleteHow they endured the outhouses in sub zero weather!
ReplyDeleteThat's funny, Lisa! You get used to certain things. Like the freezing cold weather.
DeleteI love learning about your lumberjack history, Carrie! Thank you so much for sharing this great post, complete with pictures.
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TY, Britney, and thanks so much for letting me know that the post was up today! I thought it was for Friday! Blessings!
DeleteYou have a very rich family history to be proud of.
ReplyDeleteTY, Bonnie. My mom wasn't pleased about moving to a lumber camp at age 12 but those people touched her life and made her who she was. Hugs!
DeleteSuch an interesting post, Carrie - thank you!!
ReplyDeleteI'm don't have a specific question, just enjoying learning about logging camps - in general. It seems an intriguing subject, to me, but I know it had to have been a hard, rugged, secluded, life. If I'm ever in the Newberry area, will have to make it a point to check out the museum - especially now that I know it has a connection to you.
I've always had wonderful visions of living in some tiny log cabin secluded in the woods - and preferably overlooking the ocean - I want the best of both worlds, you see (LOL)!!
I've already read, and loved, "The Fruitcake Challenge" - please don't enter me in the drawing for it, however, do want to be included in the Giveaways Galore. I love the new blog and look!!
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Bonnie, thanks so much for coming by and for your kind words about my novella. I pray people will find hope in reading the story. I always enjoyed going out to the cabin when it was at the farm. My great-grandparents' farm was out in the country and our huge family garden was in the back, down a long drive. It had all been cleared out back there but the rest had a lot of woods around it. Very peaceful. My great-uncle lived in the cabin.
DeleteWhat a great review and what a totally different world.
ReplyDeleteChris
Yes, indeed, Chris! I know my mother sure felt it was a totally different world from what she started out with. Her maternal grandparents were farmers and her maternal uncles were shopkeepers. My poor grandmother was taken away from all her family. She died at only 42 or 43.
DeleteSounds like a good book to read. My late husband was a logger in Maine in the 80's .
ReplyDeleteLinda Rainey
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Thanks, Linda! What type of logging did he do? When I was growing up there were a number of friends whose families were loggers. It was a rough life even then, in the 60's and 70's.
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ReplyDeleteDear Carrie, I tried four times to leave a blog post here but no luck . Have no idea what I am doing wrong. I loved reading about your family "logging" history - how exciting a history your family has and had! Thanks also for the contest. Sincerely, Mary Lou K flowersmarylou85@gmail.com
ReplyDeleteSister Mary Lou, So great to see you here. Thanks so much for getting this post up despite the trouble. You're such a blessing to me!
DeleteLove this post. I was in the timber busines here in the South for many years. We had a sawmill and I cruised timber with my husband and also went out into the woods with the timber cutters. It was a fascinating time in my life. pat at ptbradley dot com
ReplyDeleteThat is so cool, Pat! Thanks so much for coming by and I'll be eager to hear what you have to say about my novella when you read it! Blessings!
DeleteI was sure I commented on this one but don't see it. I wonder how much privacy the women have for the baths and bathroom needs. Would love to win. Maxie ( mac262(at)me(dot)com )
ReplyDeleteWell, you have to realize that people used outhouses, Maxie. So those were unisex, lol! Baths would have been done via a large metal "bath" basically a big metal tub, filled with hot water heated over the fire. People took care of a lot of their daily cleaning by using a pitcher, bowl, and wash cloth and those baths were not daily and maybe not even weekly! Blessings!
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