Showing posts with label Prairie fires. Show all posts
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Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Pioneers and Summer Heat

A footnote from history by Stephanie Grace Whitson

Summer in Nebraska. Hot. Hot. Hotter. What did folks do before air conditioning? This woman has rolled up the canvas on the wagon sides, undoubtedly to let the breeze blow through ... if there was one. 

I remember my family essentially moving to the basement of our home for the summer. A whole house fan drew cool night air into our little house, and once the sun came up, dark drapes were drawn to hold in the cool air. We fled down the stairs to the basement, "finished" with paint on the concrete floors and walls. What little cooking we did during the summer was accomplished on an old stove in one corner. At night, fans stirred the air, but sometimes they didn't really keep anyone comfortable. We endured. 

What kinds of challenges did pioneers face in the summer? When reading pioneer memoirs, one common theme among those who lived in sod houses was that the three-foot thick walls carved up from the prairie and stacked like bricks kept those homes "warm in winter and cool in summer." Still, with the ever-present wind blowing on a hundred-degree day, I'm fairly certain the pioneer woman's idea of "cool" and mine are very different. 

Other summer challenges included:

How to preserve food without refrigeration

"Our only refrigeration in the summer was a long, covered wooden water trough between the windmill and the cattle watering tank.
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We kept milk, butter and other perishables in it. Luckily, refrigeration was no problem most of the year. The dug cave, back of the house, served as a storage place for a lot of fruits and vegetables. It provided cool temperatures in summer and a freeze-proof place in winter." (Russell Riley in Sod House Memories)

Some pioneers stored butter and milk in a bucket lowered down a well and into cold spring water. Garden produce might be dried, but once canning jars were invented, many a pioneer woman spent hours over a hot stove processing the year's garden bounty to feed her family through the coming winter. 

Drought

In Kansas in the spring of 1859, prospects were unusually bright with bumper crops in the making. Then in late June the rains stopped, and the settlers did not see another rain until November, 1860 The merciless heat opened up wide cracks in the earth; springs and streams dried up; horses and oxen grew emaciated. Before the drought broke, thirty thousand men and women called it quits and left ... (Everett Dick, Tales of the Frontier)

In July of 1880, Martha Mott of Nebraska wrote home to Virginia: "No rain ... it requires constant prayer and watching to keep back murmuring ... but ... don't worry about us. He has always cared for us and will care for us still." The very next day after writing those words, she added to her letter: "Just as we were completely discouraged, the fain came and a fine one, too...it is too late for the wheat but if it will keep on raining we will have corn." 

Prairie Fires

Harpers Weekly February 28, 1874
Drought and high winds could combine to set the stage for prairie fires. Once kindled, fire moved across the prairie with appalling speed--often faster than a team of horses could run away from it. Homesteaders plowed fireguards around their homes--two sets of furrows about fifteen yards apart, with the grass between those two furrows burned. "The same idea often saved travelers caught in the path of a prairie fire. The traveler would burn off a patch of ground large enough so that when standing in the its middle he would not be touched by advancing flames."

To read first-hand accounts of pioneers facing prairie fires, go here:

How about you? Do you love summer or hate it?

In Karyn's Memory Box, Karyn Ritter encounters a prairie fire. 

"A sea of fire was rolling toward them, carrying with it black clouds of suffocating smoke ... the horse was wild with fear ... Karyn rolled down a little hill and landed in a patch of bushes beside the creek. Above her flames were licking at the sides of the canyon, crawling down the ridge from tree to tree, making their way relentlessly toward her ..." 

Find it here: