A Walk in 1875 Saint Louis

Compton & Dry's Pictorial Saint Louis, 1875

Compton & Dry’s Pictorial Saint Louis, 1875

Saturday was a history day for me, because in addition to stumbling upon a historical baseball game being played in Forest Park, I also went to the Missouri History Museum. There were two new exhibits at the museum. One was a traveling show that dealt with the power of Nazi propaganda and was created by the US Holocaust Museum. This show had plenty of colorful and bold imagery, but its content is so hate filled that I am reluctant to republish any of it here, we’ll see though. The other show was relatively uncontroversial and will be a source of great blog fodder. Not so much in the imagery department, even though the content of this show was almost all graphics, but more as a source for interesting factoids. It will be a source for plenty of good stories to come. The whole feel of this show was somewhat reminiscent of a local Sunday comic strip that used to run in the Post-Dispatch, at least until 1990, “Our Own Oddities”. This strip was similar to the syndicated “Ripley’s Believe It or Not” strip, but with a distinctly local emphasis. This other show at the history museum was like a collection of “Our Own Oddities” strips, but set in the year 1875, hence the show’s name, “A Walk in 1875 Saint Louis”.

The genesis for this show and its backbone too was a map folio, called “Compton & Dry’s Pictorial Saint Louis” that was created around 1875 and featured every single home, building, street and even tree in Saint Louis at the time, in beautiful black and white perspective. Think of it as sort of a 19th-century Google Maps. This folio divided the city into individual 11” X 18” plates and if assembled as a whole would create a gigantic map of 10’ X 30’. In this exhibit, many of these individual plates are enlarged to about that size and cover whole walls. While this folio by itself is interesting enough, it is only half the show. The other half is a collection of colorful illustrations by Saint Louis graphic artist Dan Zettwoch. Dan worked on his part of the show’s illustrations for four months and his drawings cover over 4,000 square feet of wall space. Checkout his blog, Zettwoch’s Suitcase.

I selected as the illustration for this post, just a portion of one plate from the folio. It features the Eads Bridge, which is one of the few features that still exist today. Saint Louis is a dynamic city that is constantly churning and renewing itself. Today, on the left side of the Eads Bridge stands the Arch and not too differently from back then, on the right-hand side of the bridge is Laclede’s landing. The levee is still there. Back then it was bustling with riverboat traffic. There are fewer boats now. Inland everything has changed since then. The photo is full-size, so that you can see every bit of detail. Checkout the statues on the Eads Bridge. They were at onetime planned, but were never installed. Compton and Dry like many of their competitors in the pictorial map business tended to embellish upon their subject matter. Their folios were sold by subscription and also acted as civic advertisement, so everyone wanted to put on their best face.

Each one of Zettwoch’s graphic murals covered some aspect of life in 1875 Saint Louis. To serve as an example here, since yesterday I wrote about 1860s baseball, let’s update the game by fifteen years. The game had evolved, but would still seem rather strange to today’s spectators. Back then, like today games between Saint Louis and Chicago still drew huge crowds. None of the players had yet to don gloves. There was only one umpire, who started the game with a coin flip. There was also only one ball that was used for the entire game, even if it had to be retrieved from the stands. (Sorry Carl, no batting practice balls.) The pitcher stood in a six-foot square box and got a running start from one corner. Pitchers likely threw underhanded or sidearm. A walk only came after nine balls and batters were sometimes given four strikes.

Civil War Baseball

Civil War Baseball

Civil War Baseball

You see the darndest things while bicycling in Forest Park. From knights jousting with Nerf, to juggling joggers, to nuns on bikes and many other unusual sights. Today’s oddity was 1860s baseball. A tournament of ten teams were playing for the Saint Louis Cup. The Greater Saint Louis Base Ball Historical Society (GSLBBHS) was sponsoring the games that were being played on fields near the Missouri History Museum. Familiar team names like the Saint Louis Brown Stockings and the Saint Louis Perfectos were represented along with some unheard of team names, the Vermilion Voles and the Rock Springs Ground Squirrels. There were even visiting teams from as far away as Indianapolis and Milwaukee, the Hoosiers and the Juneau Base Ball Clubs respectively. The players and fans or “cranks” as they were then known, the term fan hadn’t been coined yet, were all very friendly and eager to explain the rule difference between their game and what is played today. First off, my bike gloves were the only pair of gloves on the field. Baseball gloves weren’t developed until later in the 1880s. There were no called balls or strikes, the opposing pitcher had to serve up a pitch good enough that the batter or rather the “striker” would be willing to swing at. The ball could be caught after the first bounce for an out. The first bounce also determined if a ball was fair or foul. I’m not sure what is up with stars on the American flag, maybe it was one of those Civil War battle flags?

A Walk in the Park

Anne and I couldn’t muster the initiative to go bicycling today, so instead we drove over to Forest Park and then walked around in it. We parked at the history museum and then walked up to the art museum via the Grand Basin. On the way, we saw a Bald eagle who was overlooking the Grand Basin. He patiently posed for us. We huffed and puffed up Art Hill and entered the art museum. I made a beeline for an exhibit that I had been wanting to see, since I first read about it, last October, in the New York Times. Photographer Nicholas Nixon has compiled 40 photographs over 40 years of the four Brown sisters. This show debuted at a gallery in NYC, but is now on display here in Saint Louis. I’ve sampled the first and the last photos in his series, which don’t do justice to the originals, but it was the best that I could do. Starting in 1975, with from left to right, Heather (age 23), Mimi (15), Bebe (25) and Laurie (21), Mr. Nixon photographed them every year for now forty years, in 2014. He is married to the oldest, Bebe. The parallels between his family and my own, with my own two sisters-in-laws makes this show especially poignant for me. Checkout this link to the NY Times review, where all of the pictures are faithfully rendered. The progression through the years is amazing. On the way back we encountered the two stilt-walkers who were obviously glad to be photographed. The Bald eagle was still sitting in its tree too.

Story Corps

Story Corps

Story Corps

Story Corps is one of the largest oral history projects. Since 2003, Story Corps has collected and archived more than 50,000 interviews from more than 80,000 participants. Each conversation is recorded on a free CD to share, and is preserved at the American Folk Life Center at the Library of Congress. Millions listen to the Story Corps weekly broadcasts on NPR’s Morning Edition.

I first saw the Story Corps Airstream trailer parked out in front of the History Museum yesterday, even though it has been there for almost two weeks. What with first being out-of-town for the MS-150 bike ride and then last week’s illness, I haven’t been riding in Forest Park much lately. I passed it yesterday without stopping, because I was booking to make the start of the balloon race. I shouldn’t have worried, because they never start that race on time and this year it was no different. Today, I was in no hurry and stopped to take a picture. It turned out that Trailnet had set up a rest stop there too, for their big end-of-season hammer-fest, the Ride the Rivers Century. Tom and Audrey had been manning the rest stop, but were in the process of taking things down when I arrived.

I was supposed to bicycle with Captain Don yesterday, but I begged off at the last moment. I’m glad that I did, because once back on the bike, I still felt rather punk. Plus, it took me forever to launch. I replaced the batteries in my bike computer and it took me an hour to figure out how to re-sync it with its sensor. It is a wireless device, with thirty-plus channels to choose from. The wireless wheel sensor and the bike computer have to be synced to operate on the same frequency. I finally found the manual online, but even with these instructions; it still took another half-hour before I was successful. Damn, inscrutable Japanese electronics!

In my abstinence, the Forest Park bike path has been completely resurfaced. Most of the path has just been resealed though and most of that still needs restriping. There is also an awful lot of new signage going up. I’m guessing that it will be used to guide visitors unfamiliar with the park to its various attractions. Instead of a conventional rectilinear road network, the park has a series of interlocking circular roads, which can keep the clueless out-of-town visitor going in circles. These signs might put me out of business as an informal park tour guide, because visitors will finally be able to figure out where they want to go.

I love the Story Corps stories on NPR. They are diverse, they are full of emotion and they frequently make be cry. Almost all of them are dialogs and generally at least one of the participants are baring their soul. While, I was photographing the trailer, an out-of-town couple came up to me and asked about Story Corps. They had never heard of it. I guess that they don’t listen to Public Radio. I clued them in, with the hope that they might start listening.