Saint Paul Almanac

The Telepathic Monkeys at Como Golf Course

By Scott Bade, April 30, 2012

Three monkeys in the zoo. (Photo: Sascha Grant/ibuildrockets.com)

In 1989 on the first tee at the newly reopened Como Park golf course, after watching my grandfather’s drive slice across two fairways and bank off a tree, I learned that golf is as much educational as it is recreational. “Grandpa, you missed,” I said, playfully jabbing at my hero. “Yeah, but that’s alright,” he replied with a smile. “Hitting a tree is good luck for your next shot.” “Oh!” I gleefully said, while altering my aim for a majestic birch 100 yards away. “Wait,” my grandfather said while he corrected my stance. “It doesn’t work if you try to hit it. It’s like a lucky penny. You can’t put it down and then pick it up.” This made perfect sense to my eight-year-old brain.

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Filed Under: Memories, Places Tagged With: Childhood, children, Como Park, Como Park golf course, Como Zoo, golf, grand, monkeys, Scott Bade

Springtime in Minnesota

By Rashidah Ismaili AbuBakr, April 30, 2012

In the spring of 1994, I was a writer in residence for Consortium of Associated Colleges in the Twin Cities. This meant that participating campuses would house me for seven days, and during this time I would do individual and group writing critiques, a workshop, and a formal reading for the entire campuses at St. Thomas University, Macalester College, Augsburg College, Hamline University, and College of St. Catherine.

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Filed Under: Memories, Places Tagged With: adoption, Africa, african american, Augsburg College, College of St. Catherine, Hamline University, immigration, Macalester College, Rashidah Ismaili AbuBakr, somali, Spring, St. Thomas University, student life, winter

Pig's Eye Island Adventure

By Cynthia Schreiner Smith, March 28, 2012

Cynthia (right) and her sister on the way to Pig’s Eye Island City Dump (Photo courtesy of Cynthia Schreiner Smith)

When I was growing up near Mounds Park during the fifties and sixties, fresh milk was delivered to our stoop like clockwork; however, no one came to haul away the refuse. A big, rusty metal drum in our back yard received the trash instead. When it got full, my father lit it on fire. Items you couldn’t burn—bottles, cans, old plastic toys—were driven to the Pig’s Eye Island City Dump. My brother almost always got to go with Dad to the dump, a fact that he lorded over his little sisters. But sometimes we got to go too.

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Filed Under: History, Memories, Places Tagged With: 1950s, 1960s, Cynthia Schreiner Smith, Mississippi River, Mounds Park, Pig's Eye Island, Pig’s Eye Island City Dump, Warner Road

Oreo Cookie

By Ms. Patricia Black, March 28, 2012

Patricia Black at Aurora/St. Anthony Neighborhood Development Corporation offices. (Photo: Deborah Torraine)

I am proud to make Saint Paul my home, as I feel the African American people of Saint Paul are strong, proud people. The first sixteen years of my life were spent in Minneapolis in a poor White neighborhood. My siblings and I were the only Black children in the schools we attended. Yes, there was a great deal of prejudice in our community. Little children don’t know hate; they have to be taught. Even though my White friends’ parents may not have liked their children being friends with us, most of them accepted it because they loved their children more than they hated us.

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Filed Under: Memories, People Tagged With: african american, Field’s Drugstore, Hallie Q. Brown Center, Minneapolis Central High School, Patricia Black, St. James AME Church

How Max Shulman Got to College

By Steve Trimble, March 28, 2012

“Centennial gesture”; men for whom certain Minnesota lakes were named: Max Shulman, Daniel D. Mich, Herman Salisbury, Sig Michelson with Governor Orville Freeman. (Photo courtesy Minnesota Historical Society)

Max Shulman (1919–1988) grew up in a Jewish community in Saint Paul’s Selby-Dale neighborhood. After graduating from Central High School, he earned a journalism degree from the University of Minnesota. His writings were invariably humorous and were published in novels and magazines. He eventually became a successful writer for theater and television. His novel Potatoes are Cheaper was a portrayal of life in the city in the late 1930s. Extract from Max Shulman, Potatoes Are Cheaper (Doubleday and Company, 1971): 1–4, 23.

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Filed Under: History, Memories, People Tagged With: Central High School, jewish, Max Shulman, Saint Paul Central High School, Saint Paul Central Library, Saint Paul Public Library, Selby-Dale, Steve Trimble, University of Minnesota, writers

Meridel LeSueur Recalls Swede Hollow Before Prohibition

By Patrick Coleman, March 21, 2012

Keg delivery wagon, Hamm’s Brewery (Photo courtesy Minnesota Historical Society)

Patrick Coleman writes: "LeSueur was perhaps Minnesota’s most famous proletarian writer, so it is not surprising that she wrote about the humble people of Saint Paul’s Swede Hollow. The following selection was written during Prohibition, ushered in by passage of the Volstead Act in 1919." Extract from Meridel LeSueur, “Beer Town,” Life in the United States: A Collection of Narratives of Contemporary American Life from First-Hand Experience or Observation (Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1933); pages 31–33, 40.

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Filed Under: History, Memories, Places Tagged With: 1900's, architecture, German, Hamm's Brewery, industry, irish, Meridel LeSueur, Mississippi, Patrick Coleman, Prohibition, swede hollow, writers

Life in the United States and Life in My Country

By Paw Ree Say, March 20, 2012

"Immigrants", painted by Peter Wedin, 1894-1980. (Photo courtesy Minnesota Historical Society)

When I arrived at the airport my sister and her family came to the airport to pick up my family, and when I saw them, they said “Welcome to Saint Paul.” My first surprise was the snow. Before I came to the United States, I heard people talk about snowfall. I thought, if I go to America, I will eat snow and I don’t need to do anything—just put it in a cup and mix it with sugar and milk, and then we can eat it, because in my country we eat ice a lot in the summer. But in the U.S., no one eats snow.

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Filed Under: Memories, People Tagged With: Burma (Myanmar), immigration, Paw Ree Say