Captain John Brown

Hotel Lincoln/ Electric Hotel

Fifty miles west of Spokane lay the small town of Harrington, WA.  Built on the backs of wheat farmers and the Great Northern Railroad, this town boasted something a little unexpected: it’s very own five star hotel.  On January 11, 1902, the doors to the Hotel Lincoln were opened and it quickly became the place to stay on the way between Spokane and Everett.  The hotel was (at its time) luxury at its finest featuring electricity, an upscale restaurant, and, after a remodel in 1912, steam heating.  Harrington soon became a weekend getaway for the surrounding farmers, as well as Spokane residents looking for a good time just a short train ride away.

The town was founded in 1882 by land prospectors from California, in anticipation of the Great Northern Railroad making Harrington a depot on its route from Spokane across the state.  By 1901, the Harrington Improvement Society began plans to turn Harrington into the Chicago of the West.  Along with water supply, electricity and the leasing of land, its main goal was to establish a hotel in Harrington to attract visitors.  That building became the Hotel Lincoln.  The hotel is a two story brick building with a basement.  The building was constructed by local businesses with local materials.  The timber was shipped from a nearby company and unloaded off trains just up the street from the hotel.  Each brick was made by local company Pratt and Rehms, and each brick was laid by hand by a local construction group headed by J.E. Lowery.  At its opening the hotel had 24 rooms, public restrooms and showers, a restaurant, and was fully staffed with cooks, waiters/waitresses, hostesses, and maid service.  

In 1912, the hotel underwent rehabilitation in which more rooms as well as employee living spaces were added, along with the steam heating unit.  Rooms were rented out nightly but also at a monthly rate.  Common guests included farmers, travelers of the railroad, investors, and socialites from Spokane.  One of these socialites was a local celebrity.  Although it is not documented, legend has it that the infamous Bing Crosby, who grew up in nearby Spokane, would visit Harrington regularly with his brother to get away from relatives for nights of singing and drinking.  While other hotels popped up in town, the Hotel Lincoln was the only one to stand the test of time remaining open until the 1980s.

Son of former owners, Frank Hansen, once stopped by to share some stories with the current owners.  At one time, the City Hall located across the street from the hotel used to house prisoners in a small jail house, as well as the fire department and other things.  The prisoners used to be lead across the street for lunch at the hotel, something that intrigued Frank as a young boy.  One day in the 1930s, due to the hotel’s proximity to the train depot, three of these inmates decided to make a run for it.  They bolted out of the hotel and onto the first moving train they could.  Unfortunately for them, trains can only go one way on the track, so the authorities knew exactly where they were going.  Not far outside Harrington, the sheriff of Bluestem captured the fugitives and returned them to Harrington.

The hotel is currently under renovation and planning to open its doors once more to the public in the near future.  The new owners are Jerry and Karen Allen.  With past experience in the hotel and construction field they are resurrecting the Hotel Lincoln to once again become the place to be when traveling between Eastern and Western Washington.  For more information you can contact them at electrichotel@gmail.com or visit the website www.electrichotel.info.   

Photo of the hotel taken in the early 1900s.  Courtesy of Jerry and Karen Allen.

The sign greeting customers at the hotel's entrance.  This electric sign showed off the hotel's major amenity.  Courtesy of Professor Larry Cebula.

Menu for the Hotel Lincoln's dining room.  Courtesy of Professor Larry Cebula.

The hotel under current renovation is a skeleton of its former self.  Courtesy of Professor Larry Cebula.

The Electric Hotel in its current state.  Courtesy of Professor Larry Cebula.

View down Harrington's main street in 1901.  The hotel is the first building on the left side of the street.  Courtesy of Professor Larry Cebula.

     

The Civil Wargasm

The reading of Confederates in the Attic this week started with a visit with Shelby Foote in his home in Tennessee.  Foote is a well respected expert on the Civil War, who appeared and became famous in Ken Burn's documentary, The Civil War.  He speaks of the war much as Southerners must have in the 1860's.  He uses similies and metaphors, "If you look at American history as the life span of a man, the Civil War represents the great trauma of our adolescence."  As Horwitz puts it every answer Foote gave was, "a perfect sound bite."  Foote is a true Southerner; he is drawn to the land, the people, the culture, and that it's not the North.  Shelby Foote's favorite aspect of the Civil War was the Battle of Shiloh.  Shiloh was a major battle in the War's western theater and marked the begging of Ulysses S. Grant's rise to fame; this not being why Foote was so enamored with the battle.  Foote's great-grandfather fought in the battle and Shelby had visited the site over 20 times; when asked what drew him to the battle he replied, "If you've drawn or written about a particular historical incident in a particular place, the placebelongs to you in a sense.  I feel that way about Shiloh....I swear I can see and hear soldiers coming through the trees."  Shelby Foote has a very romantic view of the Civil War and his passion is evident in his musings with Horwitz.

Civil War enthusiast Shelby Foote.  Courtesy of Tumblr.

In Horwitz's visit to Shiloh, he encounters an anomaly.  Wolfgang Hochbruck, an ex-German military man wearing a blue Federal uniform.  If that's not weird enough, he was doing the exact thing Horwitz was and guessed his name.  Both were researching to write books on the memory of the Civil War and Wolfgang had emailed Tony months before to compare notes, but Tony never received the message.  Wolfgang was a professor of history who taught the Civil War in Germany.  The two a lot in common, so Horwitz joined Wolfgang on his tour of Shiloh.  The two chatted and hiked for awhile and had dinner that night.  As they parted Wolfgang told Tony, "I'm glad you didn't before [answer the email], it was much better that we met on the field of battle."  What a crazy coincidence.

Horwitz's trip into Mississippi was filled with drinking and racists.  Vicksburg was filled with casinos and had lost touch with some of it's past.  One thing is worth talking about and that's the Minie Ball Pregnancy story.  During the Civil War recruits were taught to aim low to improve their hit ratio.  The guns and bullets weren't terribly accurate.  Even with the invention of the rifled barrel and Minie Ball.  A smooth barrel is like throwing a knuckle ball in baseball, while a rifled barrel puts spin on the bullet like throwing a fast ball.  Unfortunately, curveballs, sliders, etc also require spin so you still didn't quite know where the bullet was going to go still.  Anyway, aiming low led to a lot of soldiers being wouned in the lower abdomen and groin.  Legend has it that one soldier was shot straight through the groin and the bullet hit a woman in the groin standing in the distance.  9 months later she had a baby.  The couple found each other after the war, married and had two more children conventionally.

Minie Ball Pregnancy exhibit in Vicksburg.  Courtesy of Greetings from Mississippi.

The highlight of our reading this week was the really long chapter on the Civil Wargasm with Robert Lee Hodge.  This sounds like it would be one helluva trip to take over the summer.  Not with Rob though, I want a change of clothes, a shower, and not to be crammed in a car in the Southern heat with a man wearing a thick wool uniform.  If anyone who enjoys shorts, showers, and beds wants to join in just let me know.  Rob and Tony took Tony's car and started driving the South for a weeks time, following the path of the war; starting at Manassass (Bull Run) and ending at Appomattox with Lee's surrender to Grant.  I'm not going to go into much detail about the Wargasm experiences because i don't have the time, they went to so many places and Rob had so many opinions.  Although I did think hiking in to Bloody Lane at Burnside's Bridge was pretty cool.  My favorite part of the Wargasm didn't occur in that week of driving though.  It occurred five days later when Rob called to get Tony to reenact Pickett's Charge of Cemetery Hill at Gettysburg.  I think this would have been so fun and exhilarating to do, not just because it's historical importance but also because of the crowd that formed to cheer them on while they stormed the hill.  It was probably just an adrenaline rush but Horwitz finally has his "period rush" (the high reenactors feel when traveling back in time) making Pickett's Charge.  I'd definitely have to "farb out" (Rob's phrase for not being fully authentic) but I think an experience like this would be a once in a lifetime and unique experience.

Artist rendition of Pickett's Charge.  Courtesy of Britannica.

"A University is just a bunch of buildings gathered around a library" - Shelby Foote

Lil' Ol' Harrington

Harrington is a small town situated in the heart of Lincoln County in Washington state.  It is part of Big Bend wheat country and sits on the Great Northern railway.  Sitting just over 20 miles from Sprague and 50 miles west of Spokane, Harrington has grown steadily over its history.  The town today has a high school (which it shares with Sprague), city park, opera house, and a top five nationally ranked classic car restorer.  The hotel is currently under renovation and hopes to be open for business in the near future.

A Studebaker "Bullet Nose".  Courtesy of Crews News.

Harrington was settled in the 1880's by homesteaders and was said to have some of the best soil for growing wheat in the territory.  One year a farmer sold his crop for over a whopping $200,000 (equivalent to about $5-$6 million today).  The city has its own grain elevator and in some high yielding years the silos were packed full and excess grain was put in massive piles next to the silos, until room was made to pack it in.  In the early years the wheat industry was modest due to the fact that crops had be hauled the 20 miles to Sprague to be sold.  That all changed though when Harrington was chosen as a stop for the Great Northern Railroad.  Farmers now had a direct line to sell their grain, cutting down cost and travel.

Wheat harvest in early Harrington.  Courtesy of Harrington.

The city began to boom with the arrival of the railroad.  Land prospectors from California showed up to purchase plots of land, believing they would rise in value with new train depot.  They were right and over the next 80 or so years Harrington saw a steady raise in population growth.  With multiple passenger trains coming and leaving the city several times a day, people began leaving Spokane to come enjoy a day or night in Harrington.  The opera house (which is more of an auditorium with seating for a couple hundred) was bringing in traveling acts to perform with regularity.  Many of these traveling acts signed and dated their names on the walls backstage and in the dressing rooms, many of which are still legible today.  In these booming years in Harrington, the hotel was never empty and the liquor was flowing.  It is said that in his youth famous Spokanite, Bing Crosby, used to come out to Harrington with his brother for nights of drinking and singing.

Bing Crosby singer from Spokane.  Courtesy of Wikipedia.

On our trip Saturday to Harrington, we visited the Electric Hotel, the Harrington Opera House, the legendary Studebaker shop, and took a stroll down the main street seeing old city hall and the old saloon.  The town has that very refreshing small town feel to it; everybody was friendly and knew everyone (probably why every car rolled by slow to inspect us outsiders).  Every building we toured was a living museum.  The Studebaker shop was packed full of cool,old, rare cars; one of them he was working on is only one of six left in the world.  In the owners office he had other old relics, not all associated with cars; an original Mr. Potatoe Head still in the box and my favorite, old baseball cards including hall of famer Whitey Ford.  The opera house was filled with old cast pictures, hand painted back drops, and the hundreds of performer's names.  The owners still put on plays and performances on the old stage, sometimes a couple times a week, mostly by the local high school drama club.  At the time of our visit the hotel didn't look much like a hotel, more of a worksite.  You can tell owners, Jerry and Karen, are putting their heart and soul into the project and I can't wait to see the final product.  I'd like to thank everyone we met in town for their hospitality and informative tours of the town.

Hall of Fame Yankees pitcher Whitey Ford.  Courtesy of Hall of Fame Memorabilia.

On a creepier note, the story about the Shelby girl who died at 13 in Harrington, I'm pretty sure I saw her gravestone while we were wandering through the cemetery.  Also a few of the names of old citizens in the 100 years of Harrington book stuck out as familiar.  Did anyone else who went on the trip notice this?

The New South is the Old South

After reading the first half of Confederates in the Attic: Dispatches from the Unfinished Civil War by Tony Horwitz, I've come to the conclusion that I would be fine if the South seceded again.  The book starts out nice enough with the reenactors in Virginia.  These seem like very nice men who look at the Confederacy for the historical aspects of the time.  They are a little weird in real life I'm sure, but they're just trying to relive history and you can't knock them for that; it's their hobby and they're not alone in the activity.  I liked what one of them had to say about why he does the reenactments, this isn't an exact quote but close: "I think we all feel a little guilty in the time we live in, it was harder back then so it makes us feel better if only 48 hours."  I don't know about the whole spooning train thing to sleep (call me "farb" I don't care), but these men are, (along with a few smaller acquaintances of Horwitz) the only people introduced so far who have the right idea of how to remember the Confederacy.  They offend no one, and keep it all about the war not a return to antebellum society.

The deeper South Horwitz goes, the more irritated I became.  The first part that made me apologize for America was the group he met with who was trying to keep the Rebel flag on the South Carolina capitol building.  These were some of the more ignorant people around.  They weren't even from the South, most of the protest leaders were from New England, and a couple were Jews.  The worst of all though was Walt.  Walt invited Horwitz to his home (trailer) to chat.  I would have loved to be there with Horwitz for this encounter.  Walt gets up on his soapbox and just starts off on his prejudiced tangents, including a hatred for Jews.  At this point you can almost see the grin on Horwitz face as he's shaking his head about to inform Walt that he was in fact a Jew.  Even in the reading there's an awkward silence and Walt asks what his last name is, and he responds, "i should have guessed."  That wasn't even the worst part.  Walt spends this whole time trying to convince a Jew about intolerance, and the last thing he brings up completely discredits his entire argument.  Walt decides to tell Horwitz his approach to life and politics: essentially, if the government supports it, I don't.  One of the most ignorant quotes I've ever read in a book.  Walt, I hope you're still somewhere in the Lowlands of South Carolina and haven't met a women willing to bear your seed yet.

South Carolina flag.  Courtesy of 50 States.

The title of this post is no more prevalent than in the chapter of Guthrie, Kentucky/ Tennessee.  You wanna know why the rest of the world hates us?  Look at the scene at Redbone's (the biker bar).  Granted I have no idea what Horwitz was thinking going there in the first place, but the people he encountered there are just a black eye on society.  The only decent one was the owner for not letting Tony get stomped out by that cross faded Harley rider; even then though his name is Redbone and he allows that place to exist to make a buck, so he's not exactly an upstanding citizen.  It's people like them that get me going, they shit on everyone elses cultures, beliefs, etc but once theirs get questioned then that's crossing the line. There's more to swastikas and Confederate flags than being rebellious; rebellious isn't a bad thing but the history of those two symbols isn't something that should be idolized, there's a sad and violent history that follows them.

Sesame street's Bert with a member of the KKK.  Courtesy of Bert is Evil.

The Michael Westerman murder was an interesting chapter.  At first I was sympathetic toward Michael, his family, and the whole situation, but as the chapter went on I began to realize a 19 year old new father was killed and people began using it as propaganda.  The KKK and Aryan Nation got involved and it turned into a money grab.  The family allowed it to happen too.  They turned this kid into a martyr for 130 year old cause.  He never knew the meaning of the flag he flew from his truck; I mean he drove it through a black neighborhood on MLK Day in a town he grew up in, he knew where he was.  His wife (who find more ignorant than him) even said he put the flag up because it made his truck look "sharp."  Every memorial service for Michael the story changed.  Michael went from a naive kid just looking to make his truck look slick, to a Confederate martyr who was obsessed with his old South lineage and for what: money and a PR move.  I'm not condoning whatsoever what Freddie and his friends did to Michael.  They could have dropped it and just let him be an inconsiderate, ignorant teen who was just showing off, or at worse pull him from his truck and beat him up; at least that way no one is dead and no 17 year olds would be serving life in prison. The whole situation is messed up and everyone involved made the wrong decision in how to handle it, including the families and the organizations that showed up to support either side in the case.  No one had to die, no one had to go to jail, but to ignorance and poor decisions someone is.

Confederate battle flag.  Courtesy of usflags.org.

I Don't know why it's been so hard to include minority history into our countries history.  It all happened you can't deny it.  It happened within our borders, why is it trying to be hidden?  I don't blame the whites for this discrepancy all together, minorities could have helped get their history out as well.  The Biddy Mason project was decades too late; the church burnt down in the 1890's and no one made an effort to immortalize her until the mid 1980's.  In a city like LA with a large minority population how did this happen?  It took four white women in 1985-86 to actually get this memorial done.  The absence of black and Indian stories in historic sites across the country is appalling.  Yes it's a violent, shameful history at most of these places, but it happened you can't deny it, there's records of it,  what are you trying to hide?  We are entering a time in which this is changing and I for one am happy and will help to this hopefully with my degree and future career in history.

I'm sorry if I offended anyone in class who read this, with ties to the South.  I know there are great people down South and this is just a small minority of the population.  I'm not trying to say to abandon your roots, culture, or history.  Embrace where you've come from, just know that certain aspects of history can be interpreted different ways by different groups of people and sometimes it's just better to keep your mouth shut.  Black, brown, yellow, red, or white, we all have our own opinions that are important to us, but to keep the peace and keep moving forward we need be aware of the good and bad aspects of our respective histories.          

Looking Back, While Moving Forward

Everything in this world must adapt to the times, and history is no different.  Whether it's sports, politics, whatever, the "new" way will be the "old"way by tomorrow.  You can't become complacent.  For the field of history this means joining the technological world.  We can't fall behind the times and get lost in the shuffle.  Call it academic natural selection; only the strong survive.  At first, history was a little slow to see the benefits computers and the web could have on preserving our past.  Since the late 90's however some great strides have been made and digital archive websites have been popping up everywhere.  As the internet becomes more and more available and easier to use this field should explode, allowing our society to literally never forget anything. 

Old books and paper documents aren't built to last forever.  Courtesy of The Private Library.

In his essay "On the Web: The September 11 Digital Archive," James T. Sparrow chronicles the creation of one of our most important digital archive sites, the 9-11 Digital Archive .  Sparrow was one of the leaders in developing this site, and explains what makes and breaks sites like these.  In my opinion, he spends way too much time explaining the software, code, etc. of what went into the site.  While that's important, this is a history book, so more time should have been spent explaining what the pros and cons of digitizing our history could mean for our future. 

This site depends on contributions from the public.  People from all around the US can share their memories, photos, home videos, etc. of that fateful day in 2001.  As part of the ECHO (Exploring and Collecting History Online) program, the site has employees who sift through all the shared data and items and catalogs them correctly onto the site.  The benefit of having the public donate artifacts is that it allows people to have their personal experiences become part of US history.  Each item selected for the archive is number and cemented in its place in history.  A project like this would be doomed without the cooperation of the public; you wouldn't be able to get even a fraction of the stuff you'd need to make this viable.  As of 2006 (reprint date of Public History: Essays from the Field by Gardner and LaPaglia) there is over 140,000 items scanned, uploaded and cataloged on the 9-11 Digital Archive.

9-11 Memorial in NYC.  Courtesy of USA Today.

Beams of light into the New York sky representing the Twin Towers.  Courtesy of Lumination Network.

A con that Sparrow sees in the transition to digital history, is that it's making your everyday citizen an historian.  The transition is killing the need for, as Sparrow puts it, "experts."  If people can just browse the web and find primary sources on sites like these, what is the need for actual historians?

I see Sparrows point and think he's giving the public too much credit.  People are still going to rely on historians to do the hard research necessary write the books and make the documentaries the public uses to learn their history.  It's agreed that history is a dying breed.  I believe that sites like the 9-11 Digital Archive can help revive our field.  These sites give easy access to sources and artifacts, that before weren't readily available to the public.  The part of the public that will use these digital archives are hobbyist just generally interested in the past, high school and college students, and other historians.  These sites aren't going to flood the job market with historians. The digital archives just allow us to better preserve our past and makes it easier for a curious public to find a few more answers than before.  

The future of history.  Courtesy of JFK Library.

         

Preserving the past

Something that is becoming more and more difficult to do is preserving histories around our country.  The public school system doesn't help, giving our youth the highlights in the K-12 system.  Historic sites and buildings are being lost to strip malls, parking garages, resorts, office buildings, etc.  In 50 years whats going to be left?  I mean they almost put an Islamic mosque up at the site of the 9-11 attacks at Ground Zero.  It's all become about money and US history is becoming the victim.

So who's to blame?  Well there's the obvious in politicians; damn Reagan and his right winged agenda.  You could point to the school systems.  History isn't a stressed subject anymore and children don't care.  About a month ago, Los Angeles Laker star, Kobe Bryant, took his  team out for a movie night to watch the new movie, Lincoln.  After the movie, Kobe decided to put a tweet out.  It read along the lines of, "I was real surprised to see that some of the younger guys were shocked to see him get shot at the end."  If that's not a major problem in our society, then count me out I don't want to live on this planet anymore.  While politicians have cut funding and school districts have lost the passion, I believe the history preservation movement itself should shoulder some of this blame.

Professor Farnsworth from Futurama.  Courtesy of Memesters.

Don't get me wrong, in their early years they did some very good work.  The New Deal era was an incredibly important time for history preservation.  The WPA, CCC, HAPS and other groups like them served a great duty to this country.  They created our National and State Parks, created historical guide books that covered the entire nation, and preserved thousands of historical sites from east to west and north to south.  The problem i have with them is how they let the success go to their head.  Instead of providing a much needed service to our people as they did through the 50's and 60's, they switched drastically once it was realized there was money to be made.  They went from non-profit to big business (same thing i believe the NCAA is doing now, but that's for another time).  They began marking areas as historical districts in cities, skyrocketing the property values.  A lot of these districts were poor areas of the cities, and a lot of these people (many minorities) were forced out of the place they had called home for their entire lives because they couldn't afford it anymore.  What this is telling me is that in order to make a place historical you need to make it so the people responsible for the areas history can't afford to live there.  Something's wrong with that picture.  In doing so they made it more about the money than the history.  Manhattan is a great example of this forced migration.  Once a poorer part of New York City, it was dubbed a historical district and, much like in New Orleans French Quarter, its poor inhabitants were forced out to make room for the high class citizens who would pay top dollar for property. This movement lost it's morals and in the depressions of the 70's and 80's did what they could to support themselves and along with budget cuts in our government have put pieces of our history at risk.

Manhattan circa 1929.  Courtesy of New Construction Manhattan.

The movement did make some good decisions in the 90's, that has reclaimed some if its integrity.  For example teaming with environmental preservationists.  They are beginning to get back their roots, which I would like to see, not only for history itself but also for our current recession (and coming soon, my job hunt).  It did it once in the 30's, getting back to preserving our past could create thousands of jobs for historians, environmentalists, teachers, architects, English majors, and contractors.

In his essay "Interpreters and Museum Educators: Beyond the Blue Hairs," Mark Howell brings up an interesting topic.  It's a part of history preservation that seems to be a bit lost in the mix of things.  Howell is an interpreter for a museum; he's the one who gives the tours and puts the exhibits into context.  This may be the most important part of history preservation.  Ok, so you have the building it's been marked as a historical site, what now?  This is only half the battle; the other half will be achieved through the sites years of operations, through historians like Mark Howell who put it all in perspective.  They tell the public what  the big deal is about this venue; without them it's just an old building with a plaque somewhere saying it's important.  They are an irreplaceable part of history preservation and there is not nearly enough funding or jobs for these people.

I want to close with a quote from Howell's essay by historian G.M. Trevelyan, that to me explains the importance of history:

The poetry of history lies in the quasi-miraculous fact that once on this earth, on this familiar spot of ground walked other men and women as actual as we are today, thinking their own thoughts, swayed by their own passions but now all gone, vanishing after another, gone as utterly as we ourselves shall be gone like ghosts at cockcrow.

George Macaulay Trevelyan.  Courtesy of First World War.