Tag Archives: Walter Piehl

Glenn Ohrlin Landscape Memory

I’ve gone down the spelunking rabbit hole of western Americana, drover (aka, cowboy) folk music and culture, and have in front of me Glenn Ohrlin The Hell-Bound Train: A Cowboy Songbook (University of Illinois Press, 1973). The foreword is by Archie Green, and he gives a couple touch points of Glenn’s seasons of life. Born in Minneapolis on October 26, 1926, Glenn’s dad was a Swedish immigrant who worked farm labor in the rural, and transitioned to house painting in the growing metropole of Minneapolis-Saint Paul. Glenn’s mother was second generation Norwegian Minnesotan. So Glenn’s birthday comes two years after Clell Gannon’s Songs of the Bunch Grass Acres is published in 1924, and he (Glenn) represents the transition of 2nd to 3rd wave cowpoke western Americana.

Without going too far into the rest, here are some surviving material culture (aka, “STUFF”) nodes of this all.

First. Within this 1973 U of Illinois Press monograph is a super thin record (33 1/3 RPMs) with just a couple of Glenn Ohrlin’s songs on it. We have a record player. So may try to play this. But this is the second record I’ve seen now in these U of Illinois Press publications on western Americana drover life from the 1970s. Good stuff.

Second. Shadd Piehl, a couple weeks ago, mentioned that he knew Glenn Ohrlin, and Glenn on occasion would visit his family place (Walter and Becky Piehl’s) around Minot and Velva, North Dakota. Because Glenn’s sister had some kind of connection with the Minot and Velva area. So that transitioned into Shadd telling me he, at his house, has some of Glenn’s horse tack hanging on a wall. My eyebrows raised at that and I asked Shadd if he would mind sending me a picture of the horse tack. Relics and history is only alive if we talk about it in the present, no? So below is a photo of said horse tack of Glenn Ohrlin’s. Perhaps we’ll look to curate it indefinitely in a Northern Plains west-Missouri River cowboy bar.


Northern Great Plains Cowboy Poetry: Shadd Piehl

Shadd PiehlWestern Americana persists and thrives on the northern Great Plains. A photo of a poem from cowboy poet Shadd Piehl, this commissioned by the Hotel Donaldson, Fargo. Shadd is a good friend.

The Bohemian pulse runs thick in the Piehl DNA (see here for detail). Some days I know we’re living out a long extension of a Willa Cather My Ántonia novel here in the 21st century. We’re sitting in the saddle of the 49th parallel on the northern Great Plains, North America.


Weekend Line Up

Before logging off and hitting the northern Great Plains segment of Eisenhower’s Interstate system this morning (a grand piece of Federal infrastructure reform from the late 50s and 60s), I thought I’d give a line up as to what is in store for this weekend. Molly and I will first be heading from Fargo up to Minot, North Dakota. We’ll stay with Jessica Christy (Molly’s good friend and my cousin), and I may even have a chance to get over to Walt Piehl’s cowboy poet bar, The Blue Rider. At least for a beer or two and some conversation with, perhaps, fellow Frenchman Todd Reisenauer. Both Christy and Piehl are professors of art at Minot State University, and both are artists from and for the northern Great Plains.

Molly and I will return to Fargo on Saturday, and then on Sunday it is back out on the road to Ellendale, North Dakota (west from Fargo to Jamestown, then south on Highway 281 for about an hour). We are heading to Ellendale to begin and continue another public conversation that considers what happened 150 years ago with the US-Dakota Wars, and where we want or ought to go with the conversations today. These events are sponsored by North Dakota State University’s Center for Heritage Renewal, and the North Dakota Humanities Council, and they bring together a variety of professionals, Native historians, and the public. Gotta run now, but a follow up at some point next week on all this.