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Monday, December 24, 2007

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Out of town this week and under the weather as well I don't have much to submit this week. I do have this interesting short narrative by Joseph Kallenbach, one of the many Miller County students who went on to get higher degrees at various institutions around the country. Joseph entered the department of Political Science at the University of Michigan where he earned his post graduate degree and was a respected professor there for many years (photo 01).

01 Joseph Kallenbach, PhD.
01 Joseph Kallenbach, PhD. - University of Michigan

Late in life he wrote a very detailed history of the memories of his life, titled "My Life and Times", which very well details his childhood experiences in early Tuscumbia as it was lived in the very early 1900s'. This book is remarkable in the historical detail it records, especially since Joe left town in his late twenties or so. It has not been published but was donated to our museum by the family:

Ice Skating on the Osage:

Joseph Ernest Kallenbach PhD. (1903-1991)
Department of Political Science
University of Michigan

Winter sports at Tuscumbia were, as a rule, no big thing, because the climate there is too mild for pronged periods of ice and snow. Nevertheless, we could count on having the opportunity to engage in skating and sledding to some extent during the winter: Skating was possible whenever we had a very cold snap of several days duration. It would cause ice to form on the quieter stretches of the Osage River.

Once in a while, the river would even become "blocked" at some of its quieter stretches; that is, frozen solid from bank to bank. Usually only a fringe area of relatively still water would have ice form on it slick enough for skating. One such stretch of still water that would freeze was adjacent to the old steamboat landing place near the center of the business section of town. At such times many of the younger people would have a chance to try out their skates. One winter in January, 1916, there was an unusual winter flood on the Osage. The flood was so great that it over flowed the land along side the river's banks practically from hill to hill. At the very height of the flood a very cold snap ensued, freezing a layer of ice several inches thick on the flooded areas. When the water receded soon afterward, a coating of ice about four or five inches thick was left lying on the more or less level ground where the over-flow water had stood. This created an unusual opportunity for skaters. They found they could skate on wide stretches of level land that was normally simply pasture land for horses and cattle (photo 02).

02 Ice Skating on Osage
02 Ice Skating on Osage
Third from Left: Ella Fendorf Swanson
Sixth from Left: Rose James Fendorf, mother of Helen Fendorf Phillips

For a few days we had fun, skating there. We never had very good skating equipment. No one, so far as I was aware, had skating boots or shoes, with skates attached. The skates we all used were the clamp-on type. Skates could be attached to the soles of ordinary shoes by pushing in clamps that would hold them in place. They were all right for ordinary skating purposes; but there was always the problem of losing one's skate when the clamps might give way. Moreover, our regular shoes did not give perfect ankle support. We managed to get along pretty well, nevertheless, and learned to keep our balance and move about quite rapidly. If the ice was thick enough, we would even build a fire on the ice to provide warmth at intervals for our hands and feet.

Later one winter afternoon, I remember, I was skating alone on a stretch of good ice at the steamboat landing just opposite the business part of town. I had learned a few things about "fancy skating", and I was practicing the making of a reverse figure eight by skating backward at fairly good speed. Suddenly my feet went out from under me and I took a hard fall. I landed on the ice in such a way that my right hand and wrist, as I fell backward, took most of the force of the fall. Naturally enough, I looked around to see if anyone had seen me fall. I was relieved to see that no one apparently had observed my tumble. But my right wrist hurt rather painfully. I decided I had sprained it and thought little more about it. For weeks thereafter my right wrist was sore and weak; but finally it appeared to have recovered and that was the end of it I thought.

But that was not the end of it. Many years later, during the early 1950's, I was undergoing a thorough physical examination here at the University of Michigan. The University administration had inaugurated a system of giving without charge thorough physical examinations to Faculty members. When I went through this examination routine the first time, I said to the examining physician, "Would you please take an X-ray of my right shoulder and my left wrist?" I went on to explain that I had suffered injuries to those place on my body when I went out for football at Central Missouri State College many years earlier, and that they had continued to bother me some ever since that time. The physician readily agreed, and the X-rays were taken. The physician also had my right wrist X-rayed, for comparative purposes, he said.

When I went to receive my report on the examination, the physician as he read through it, said, "You have a broken bone in your right wrist."

"No." I said, "Not my right wrist; it is the left wrist which I hurt playing football that I wanted you to look at."

He looked at me and then began again, "You have a broken bone in your right wrist."

I interrupted again, "Not my right wrist; my left wrist."

He then said rather testily, "You have a broken bone in both of your wrists." So I had to believe him. It was only the only time that, thinking back, I concluded that my fall while ice skating had really resulted in a broken bone in my right wrist. That remains my legacy from my adventures in ice skating! Fortunately it does not bother me very much; but my broken bone in my left wrist has always been something of a problem.

Thanks Joe.

I plan to quote frequently from Joe's historical narratives because in some cases he remembers some things new to some of us around here.

I'll get in contact in a week or two…

Joe Pryor



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