BACKTRACKING
GalesburgÕs Sandburg
by
Terry Hogan
When
I was growing up in Galesburg, Sandburg did not particularly interest me. I remember hearing that Sandburg once
claimed that he was born in Chicago.
IÕm not sure that this is true.
In all my reading of work by Sandburg and about Sandburg, I never came
across this statement. On the
contrary, it seems to me that Sandburg was very heavily influenced by
Galesburg.
Carl
Sandburg was born in Galesburg. He was pure Swede, with both his parents being
immigrants. But he grew and was
nourished by the Illinois prairie soil.
He swam in GalesburgÕs brick factory ponds, and he worked numerous jobs
around town when he was young. His earliest recollections of work were those of
the common man at Òthe bottom of the food chainÓ. He delivered milk to GalesburgÕs front porches. He roofed
houses. He cleaned up in a
barbershop located on the Square in what was later to be known as the Broadview
Hotel. He manhandled ice and packed it with sawdust so that there would be ice
to be sold for GalesburgÕs iceboxes (before the invention of Òartificial iceÓ
as it was first known).
Carl
was very close to his mother, but more distant to his father. His father worked as a blacksmith at
the ÒQÓ in a building that no longer stands, but was located near South
Seminary Street, west of the Q tracks.
Carl used to trudge across the Knox College campus to and from his milk
delivery job. He recalled years
later, reading the inscription on the side of Old Main that commemorated the
Lincoln and Douglas Debate held in Galesburg. Perhaps that was the seed for
SandburgÕs extensive biographies of Lincoln and related writings.
Certainly,
Sandburg spoke kindly of Galesburg and its residents in his autobiography, Always
the Young Strangers (1953) that
covered his early life in Galesburg.
His autobiography that was to cover the later years was never
finished. But the portion that had
been written prior to his death was edited and published by a daughter,
Margaret Sandburg and George Hendrick as Ever the Winds of Chance (1983).
It also spoke well of Galesburg and the importance of Lombard College in
directing his future in writing. This book is, or at least was, for sale in
Galesburg at SandburgÕs birthplace.
Sandburg
left Galesburg a number of times during his life. But he always came back. Before attending Lombard, he became a self-proclaimed Hobo,
hopping a train out of town. He
worked various jobs, but he returned to Galesburg. He went to war, of sorts, joining Company C, 6th
Illinois Volunteers for the Spanish American War and went to Cuba. His ship
arrived the day Santiago was captured. Thus they shipped to Puerto Rico where
he and his unit remained for about 2 months. But he again came home to Galesburg. There is a photo of a
parade in Galesburg that is believed to be Company C returning home on
September 21, 1898 (Galesburg Public Library archives).
Even
after Sandburg had left home to pursue socialist ideas in Wisconsin and refine
his early writing skills, heÕd returned home. He was very close to his sister, Mary who taught school at
Bishop Hill for awhile. He would visit her at Bishop Hill, as well.
Even
after Sandburg became famous, heÕd return to Galesburg from time to time. He planted a tree at the former Lombard
College (Lombard Junior High). He
returned for various special events and one trip was featured in Life Magazine
with several photos of Galesburg.
SandburgÕs
daughter, Helga, even maintains the family tie to her fatherÕs birthplace by
coming to Galesburg for Sandburg Days.
One of her visits allowed me the opportunity to meet her after
corresponding with her for a couple of years concerning Sandburg photos and
correspondence that I have collected over the years. She has always been most gracious and considerate.
Carl
SandburgÕs last trip was to Galesburg.
Nourished by prairie soil, he returned to it after his death. Sandburg closed the loop and ended the
story. He was buried where he began his life, on the south side of Galesburg,
not far from the Q tracks and within walking distance to where his father used
to work. Later, CarlÕs wife,
Lillian, joined him, at ÒRemembrance RockÓ. The rock was named after SandburgÕs large and perhaps overly
ambitious effort at writing historical fiction. Even this large rock has a local origin. It came from a field where it was
probably deposited by a glacier some thousands of years ago.
Folks
from Chicago seem to like Sandburg for his poetic treatment of the rough and
tumble early years of that city.
He portrayed Chicago as being much like the immigrants who worked in the
stockyards, in the railroads, and other rough and tumble jobs. He admired Chicago. It was a horny handed city that was
making something of itself. Chicago intended to take on the biggest cities of
the east. Chicago was dirty,
noisy, and full of itself, but it had no self-doubt and got on with its work,
even if it had to round a few corners and take a few shortcuts to get it done.
In SandburgÕs younger years, Chicago was a place of opportunity for some, and a
living hell for others. Perhaps that dichotomy is what drew him there for so
many years.
But
for me, Sandburg was at his best, when recalling Galesburg and the farmers and
small town inhabitants of the Midwest.
Prairie farming, prairie winds, and pretty young blue-eyed, blond
Swedish women left a life-long impression with Carl. His poems of the prairie years of his life are filled with
the warm recollection of his early years.
But
as much as he was influenced by the prairie soils, Carl seemed to have also
been inoculated by the wanderlust of the rail. He jumped a train on his first
trip out of town as a hobo. He
took a train, using a rail pass his father got from the Q, to make his first
trip to Chicago. Later, as a well known poet and writer, he traveled widely
around the U.S. by rail. He often wrote while traveling by train. Sometimes it was personal
correspondence. Sometimes it became a published poem. I acquired a letter by Sandburg while written on the ÒBlue
BirdÓ, a passenger train that furnished its own letter head.
But
one doesnÕt need to spend a lifetime in Galesburg, to have deep roots there.
His parents lived, died, and are buried in Galesburg. He has other family buried in Galesburg. To go back in his
family beyond Galesburg, Carl had to travel to Sweden to find his ancestral
soil. He was touched by his trip
to Sweden; to see his ancestral home.
But
his home was Galesburg. Always
the Young Strangers is about as good
of a testament to a Midwestern town as one could find.
He
always was GalesburgÕs Sandburg.
5-11-06