Montanans: Happy in Winter

By Lacey Middlestead

Montanans: Happy in Winter

Thanks to the insightful musings of Mr. Punxsutawney Phil on February 2nd, at least a few more weeks of winter are expected for Montana. And what a winter it’s been! Some higher elevations in the Rocky Mountains have received upwards of 40 feet of snow so far this year.

Much to my dismay, I sprained my knee playing hockey six weeks ago and have been unable to be the active snow participant I normally am during Montana’s glorious winter season. Thankfully, my knee is on the mend and I’ll be taking advantage of every last inch of snow I can this season. Although my activities may be more low key that normal.

So if you’ve found yourself grumbling about not making enough trips to the ski hill or if your snowshoes are still collecting dust in the garage, there’s still time to revel in the beautiful Montana snow and put those cold temps to your advantage. Here are a few suggestions of family friendly activities to take part in in these final days of winter. I even threw in a few indoor, low energy activities for any of you laid up with injuries this month like me.

Have a backyard bonfire

Campfires and s’mores aren’t just for the long days of summer. Why shoot your heating bill through the roof any more than necessary by cranking up your gas fireplace. Grab the crispy remains from your Christmas tree still have laying outside your garage or find a few small logs to torch in a fire pit. The sound of the fire crackling is worth it in itself.

Plan a sledding day

The great thing about sledding is you don’t need feet upon feet of snow to have a successful day on the hill. Round up all the old sleds you can find in your garage and make a beeline for your best local sledding hill. Invite some of your friends and their kids to tag along and make it a fun group activity day. Don’t forget to bring a thermos of hot chocolate to warm you all up later. 

Go ice skating

Whether you play in regular hockey games like me or have let the rust build up on your blades, it’s always a good day for a few laps around the rink. Hit up your local indoor or outdoor rink where you can rent skates if necessary and work up a sweat as you pick up speed on the ice.  

Host a board game night

Once the sun sets and the temperature plummet, a lot of us find ourselves passed out on the couch binging on Netflix. Why not jazz up your winter evenings some by planning a game night with friends. Pick four or 5 games that work well for groups, set out some chips and salsa to much and snuggle up with your warmest quilts or blankets. Before you know it, you

Go night skiing

A number of Montana ski hills host night skiing under the lights for discounted prices. After your get your lift tickets’ worth of runs in, head into the lodge for a bite to eat or snuggle by woodstove with a cup of hot chocolate.

Make maple syrup snow candy

Ever read the Little House on the Prairie books? If so, you might remember Laura Ingalls describing visiting her grandparents in the big woods of Wisconsin during maple sugaring time to collect sap from the sugar maple trees. Then boiling it down to make maple candy. Have the kids gather fresh snow in a bowl. In a saucepan, cook a few cups of maple syrup over medium heat until it starts to boil. Drizzle the hot maple syrup over the snow and allow to cool some before eating. Use a Popsicle stick or fork to pick up the candy.

Host a hot chocolate tasting party

After being outside for hours, have a hot chocolate sampling party. Invite friends over to try dark, peppermint or white hot chocolate. Or you can get creative with mix-ins like maple syrup, cinnamon, chili powder, or Nutella. Top it off with whipped cream and sprinkles for the kids. Adults can add some secret Bailey’s too!

 

Go snowshoeing

Don’t feel like spending an entire day or most of your cash at the ski hill? Try snowshoeing instead. You’ll still get a solid workout in for the day and can be back to your vehicle in an hour or two. Don’t have snowshoes? Most sporting goods stores rent snowshoes for the day for a minimal fee.  

Try to catch the Northern Lights

Drive out to the middle of nowhere at night with some blankets and some warm drinks and see if you can spot the Northern Lights. Not able to find them? Stargazing can be just as cool. See what constellations (real or made up) that you can see.

Rent a cabin for a weekend getaway

Live like you’re in a Hallmark Christmas movie by vacationing in a remote log cabin.  A number of forest service cabins in Montana are available to rent….some are only accessible by skis or snowmobiles. Visit https://www.fs.fed.us/recreation/reservations/ for more information.

Lucille Ball's Montana Roots

Lucille Ball’s Montana Roots

By Brian D’Ambrosio

Even today, “I Love Lucy” is syndicated all over the world, and new audiences are discovering the lure of Lucy’s slapstick antics.

Before she was Lucy, Lucille Ball was “the dreamy-eyed and easily frightened child” of a telephone electrical lineman, Henry Ball, who worked gruelingly in Montana for several years. Putting telephones through Montana was brutal, even deadly work. With its mountainous territory and relentless winters, the state required fortified nerves in its telephone men.

Indeed, Ball’s family epitomized America’s progress from the farming age to the era of mass-industry, the telegraph and the telephone.

Her great-grandparents on her father’s side, Clinton and Cynthia Ball, were farmers in Fredonia, New York; in 1890, they moved to the rural community of Busti, southwest of Buffalo. Busti had been the scene of early settlements in the region, where the landowners had lived in log cabins in the midst of forests of maple and fir. Clinton and Cynthia had made money buying and selling property; they bought a lovingly restored farmhouse set on a hill with a road running below it to a lake. The Balls were “popular and successful” in Busti, enjoying their agrarian harmony and raising several children “with stern but loving care,” according to Kathleen Brady’s account in “Lucille: The Life of Lucille Ball.”

Their second son and fifth child, Jasper, “who was restless and bored with life on the farm,” became excited by the idea of the new discovery known as the telephone. Inspired by the model of Alexander Graham Bell, he persuaded his father, Clinton, to finance him in establishing the first telephone exchange in Busti. This was in 1891, only one year after his parents bought the farm (Clinton died in 1893).

Groups came from nearby Jamestown and Celeron and other towns in the area to see Jasper, as he with newfound zeal operated the primitive switchboard. According to Coyne Sanders, one of Lucille Ball’s biographers, “He would gladly give the time of day to any caller who came through the board; a private conversation was quite impossible with Jasper eavesdropping, and anyone making a telephone call would only criticize Jasper if he was very daring, as Jasper would cut people off at any moment if he heard the critical words.”

Jasper was married to Nellie, daughter of the “well-paid superintendant” of the Brooks Locomotive Works in Dunkirk, New York; and the result was that the young couple was able to build a homestead, a farm rivaling Clinton’s, which “boasted one of the largest apple orchards in New York State.” Unfortunately, the property burned to the ground in 1906. Jasper without delay built another farm, installing the electricity and telephone wires himself, and, “restless and energetic, suddenly left the company in the hands of colleagues and took off for Missoula, Montana,” where he started another firm, with a correspondent company in Anaconda, just twenty-five miles from Butte. He had five children; his second son, Henry, then in his late teens, apparently shared his father’s enthusiasm for telephone work and learned the business from the ground up by acting as an electrical lineman for Jasper.

Jasper, Henry, and the other men (including Henry’s brother, Frank) had to pounded their way through the mouth of blizzards with icicles suspended from their mustaches; they had to carry shovels in front of their faces to allow them to breathe. The Montana snow packed hard as marble, and at distances of mere twelve feet, the Ball team couldn’t see each other. Biographer Stefan Kanfer described the lineman’s work in “Ball of Fire: The Tumultuous Life and Comic Art of Lucille Ball.”

“They had to follow their course by watching the tops of telephone poles that stuck out from the snow levels. Often, the team would have snow up to their waists as they struggled through drifts, with gales sweeping down on them from the hills, guided only by the sharp glittering of the wires overhead. A slip could mean a possibly fatal fifty-foot fall to the earth; touching an electrical wire that ran along the telephone cable could kill instantly.”

Jasper grew weary of the work; he returned to Busti and then to Jamestown shortly before his granddaughter Lucy was born, while Henry kept to the job and his base in Anaconda, headquarters of the well-recognized Anaconda Copper Company, which supplied much of the wire the Ball Company used. Henry lived first at 300 Hickory Street, and then at 120 West Park Avenue; both apartments were “located on thoroughfares filled with the sound of clanking streetcars and the cries of street vendors, “ according to Jim Brochu’s “Lucy in the Afternoon: An Intimate Memoir of Lucille Ball.”

In August 1910, Henry went east to marry the pretty and lively Desiree (DeDe) Evelyn Hunt, daughter of Frederick and Florabelle Hunt of 38 Hall Avenue, Jamestown. The wedding took place on August 31 at the bride’s parents’ home. DeDe received many gifts of silverware, china, cut glass, furniture, and linen.

The couple had no honeymoon but left at once for Anaconda so that Henry could resume work for Jasper’s company while Jasper remained in Busti. In November 1910, while they were in Anaconda, sometimes going to the larger town of Butte for shopping or visits to the theater, DeDe became pregnant. In the tradition of the time, according to Brochu, “DeDe wanted to have her baby in her hometown,” and the couple returned there briefly. No sooner was Lucy born, on August 6, 1911, than Henry and DeDe ad their child moved back to Anaconda, “where they took an apartment on noisy, dusty Commercial Avenue in the downtown section (on the southwest corner of Oak Street).  At least one of Ball’s biographers went so far as to blame “ugly and commercial” Anaconda as the source of the famous entertainer’s “lifelong issues with chronic nervousness and anxiety.” 

“Lucy’s first impressions of life were of the cramped, flat, ugly little town dominated by the Anaconda Copper Company’s smoke-belching chimneys of blackened brick. The constant clanging of the streetcar was the dominant sound of her babyhood. Her mother’s tension over Henry’s dangerous work was another feature that influenced Lucy. Throughout her life, from childhood on, she was extremely tense, nervous, sensitive, and vulnerable, filled with anxiety and fear.”

Because Butte was the commercial hub of that region, Ball for many years believed she was born there, an understandable assumption that led many journalists to accuse her of inventing her birthplace. A number of magazines reported inaccurately that she had decided that Montana was a more romantic place to be born than New York State, and thus created a whimsy of a “Western childhood.”

When Ball was one year old, the family moved to Wyandotte, Michigan, located a few miles south of the industrial center of Detroit. Author Stefan Kanfer speculated on the cause of the move in his book.

“The reason is unknown, but it is probable that the all-consuming Bell Company, snapping up one local telephone system after another, had consumed Jasper Ball’s struggling enterprises in its path, and was offering experienced linemen better wages in Michigan. Wyandotte, like Anaconda and Jamestown, had recently changed from a rural town into a grim industrial center.”

Ball’s father died of typhoid fever when she was three years old, and she later became the victim of her stepfather’s parents, who would “literally chain her to a leash in the backyard.”

According to one biographer, interested in her family history, “she wrote to the Chamber of Commerce in Anaconda and Butte for informational pamphlets and then soon knew more about the towns than probably many people who actually lived there.”

When Ball went to the New York in the nineteen-twenties, she began telling people she was from Montana and continued to publicly state she was from Montana for many years after.

This unlikely candidate – the daughter of a lineman in Anaconda and elsewhere – would become the country’s most famous comedienne and truly a television pioneer.   

On April 26, 1989, she died from a ruptured aorta following open-heart surgery at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles.

Great Music and Art Venues in Montana

By Jessica Kane

In many ways, Montana is best known for its wide open spaces, incomparable natural beauty, and being an outdoor paradise. With this noted, there is a great deal more to Big Sky Country than its majestic outdoor splendor. For example, the music scene in the state is vibrant.

In addition to being alive, the music scene in Montana is also very diverse. This is the case from north to south, from east to west in the state. There are five highly popular concert venues in Montana that present a broad spectrum of musical performances.

Alberta Bair Theater

Alberta Bair Theater presents itself as a performance venue that brings the excitement of the performing arts to the Big Sky Country. The venue provides a variety of different entertainment productions throughout the course of the year. These includes musical performances of different types, including well-known performers on national or regional tours.

The venue is not limited to bringing concerts of different types of the stage. Alberta Bair Theater also is home to some amazing theatrical productions. A mainstay at Alberta Bair Theater is musicals, including some of the most beloved productions in the American theatre.

The Alberta Blair Theatre is located at 2801 3rd Avenue North in Billings.

Music Ranch Montana

Located in Paradise Valley at Livingston, Music Ranch Montana is a country western music wonder. Calling Music Ranch Montana one of the most vibrant country western music scenes in the American West is not an understatement.

Music Ranch Montana hosts a wide range of country western music performers, including well known acts that grace venues like the Grand Old Opry. In addition, the Music Ranch Montana is home to a great number of local and regional performers as well.

Beyond presenting the best in country western performers, patrons of Music Ranch Montana can really cut loose. Dancing, food, and fun are the orders of the day -- night -- at Music Ranch Montana.

Music Ranch Montana is located at 4664 Old Yellowstone Trail North

The Ellen Theatre

The Ellen Theatre is located in historic downtown Bozeman. The facility itself has a storied history and continues to present memorable events from its well-used stage.

During the year, The Ellen Theatre brings to Bozeman a wide selection of different types of concerts. These include contemporary performers, classical concerts, blues, and jazz. Indeed, it is impossible to find a musical genre that has not been presented at The Ellen Theatre.

Each year, The Ellen Theatre hosts "Music Month." People who love a wide range of different types of musical styles can purchase one affordable pass and take in about seven or eight different concerts.

The Ellen Theatre is available for rent as well. This availability brings local and regional acts to the venue with regularity as well.

The Ellen Theatre is located at 17 West Main Street.

Babcock Theatre

Nestled in the heart of Billings, Babcock Theatre is located in a building that is a historic gem. The Babcock Building itself was built in 1907. It is an eclectic structure that includes a 720 seat theatre, 14 apartments topping the complex, and a main floor retail concourse.

The iconic structure was purchased in 2008 by a new group of owners who breathed new life into the facility. The Babcock has become one of the most exciting spaces in Montana. Part of the excitement is the amazing Babcock Theatre.

During the course of any given year, a wide range of different performances are staged at the Babcock Theatre. These including local and regional musical performers of different types. In addition, musicians on national tours have been known to include the Babcock on their itineraries.

The Babcock Theatre is located at Second Avenue and Broadway.

Playmill Theatre

Located in West Yellowstone, the Playmill Theatre is dedicated first and foremost to family entertainment. This includes a nice selection of musical performers presented at the Playmill Theatre on a recurring basis.

Playmill Theatre is home to family-oriented concerts as well as beloved musicals that are suitable for people of all ages. For example, during the season ahead, Playmill Theatre will present The Little Mermaid, Annie Get Your Gun, and Newsies.

The Playmill Theatre also makes its stage available to local and regional performers as well. This includes musical groups that do have an affinity for presenting family-friendly concerts. In addition, during the summer months, Playmill Theatre offers a highly regarded summer camp in the performing arts geared towards children.

The Playmill Theatre is located at 29 Madison Avenue.

Jessica Kane is a writer for SoundStage Direct, the number one online source for the best vinyl records and turntables.

 

40 Years on Bozeman's Northside

By Jenna Caplette

When we moved to the Nortth side of Bozeman in 1976, it felt rural.  Our neighbor a block to the south had a horse stabled that he rode around the ‘hood. To the North a grey-headed couple brought their horse to their home every summer to mow the grass. Our house was little, log, handbuilt room by room. When we tore the old lineoleum off the floor, we found it had been insulated with newspapers from the 1920s. 

Like so many others that have migrated to Montana from places like California, I had the Western dream. I wanted a log house. It helped of course that it was the only thing on the market we could afford though we later found it was grossly overpriced, and that the property line had been misrepresented. But those are other stories. And some things you really can wait out. Forty years in one place has meant that the house caught up with what we paid for it, what we have since invested in it, and surpassed those in value. 

So as my daughter and I look at moving from this forty-year home, the Whoops of so long ago seems not so bad. For eighteen years I owned a downtown business and had a commute of 5 minutes; ten to fifteen on my bike.  Now my BodyMind Spirit Healthcare office is 5 minutes away. 

People are moving in to the heart of Bozeman for its walkability but frankly I have rarely walked to work. I am always in a hurry, leaving a little too late. And honestly, I want to walk somewhere out of town, somewhere a little bit rural, maybe even a little bit wild. 

I have needed to be honest as I look at moving because we have been strongly invested in staying where we are, my daughter and I. Or I thought we were. Until we found that perhaps another neighborhood would also have gifts for us. In this case, perhaps it will be more of a neighborhood and less a collection of people who live on the same dead-end cul de sac. I have culpability in that disconnect between neighbors of course and though I have tried in recent years to shift that pattern, it turns out that no one else really wants to change things. 

When we moved here, our neighbor to the East, bordering the stream, was a logger who started up his rig every morning early, early, early. Diesel smoke flooded our place. But he kept the road plowed in winter and as my daughter grew, she learned she could go to him for help with whatever confounded her at home when I was at work. 

He smoked himself to death. 

His wife listened to evangelical radio when working out in her garden. I often woke to that, powerless to shut out the sound. I am sure she delighted in sharing it, knowing I could hear.

One year my ex and I planted chokecherries along the east fence line. She was cat sitting for us, I think, while we went camping, or to see my parents in the San Francisco Bay Area, or something. When we came home, the chokecherries were gone. Neither of us spoke up. We tended to think of her as our landlord. She certainly pre-dated us on the street and proudly let us know that. Twenty-somethings when we moved there, it took a long, long while and a lot of conscious reprogramming to get that we OWNED our house. 

The neighbor two doors down on the corner snarled at us when we walked by. His wife rarely ventured outside, though in later years she had a small daycare business and often sat out on the kitchen stoop, watching kids. Her husband hated dogs and I had large German Shepherd. But imagine what it must have been like for us to move in — young, I was hippish and stayed that way. Frank, though light-complected, a Crow Indian with blond braids. 

OMG, the consternation we must have caused. The delicious indignation, gossip. 

 

When his brother came to visit they would drum together and sing. With windows open, our house did not and could not contain the sound. 

 

Frank did become friends with the woman across the street, Gracie. They understood each other some how. Both rural Montanans with a fine love of smoking. She was tough and he appreciated that. Later she worked at the Kwik Way, now Audrey’s Pizza, and he would go buy smokes and junk food and shoot the breeze.

One year when my brother in law was visiting he discovered the abandoned railroad tracks that have since become a well-used linear park.  In those days, when we walked the tracks, we had them to ourselves. They lead to what is to become Bozeman’s new city park. 

We loved what later was labeled as blight. I loved the funkiness of the North side, and really, the lack of people. Over by the abandoned railroad station, little of the neighborhood was in use and those who did live there, were either old timers or folks who delighted in being different, eccentric. 

In the past few years, with a new coffee house and other trendy businesses, with new construction, the North side is on its way to become something else altogether, populated with progressive young professonals, with "creatives." It’s interesting to experience that, like visiting another place than the one I have lived in for so long. Sometimes it’s fun. But mostly, its not what I have loved (and not loved) about the North side, why we have endured here, and it’s time to let our place go, become a home for someone who thrills to what is becoming. 

And yet, I am sad. For my home of so long. For the spirit of this place. Especially the trees and other plants that are such long-term friends. The five muscled spruces. The slowly dying grandma-apple that was here when we moved, that held my daughter’s swing and shaded her sandbox. My first cat, the amazing Ileeda, was killed by a neighbor’s dog under this beloved tree. She is buried there. And the trees we planted. The plum. Three apples. Apricots. Towering Aspen. The raspberry patch that is a little bit of paradise every summer. The flower garden I so struggled to establish. 

Our friends. Our extended family.

It’s odd what becomes so essential, so core, when change comes, even chosen change. Though honestly, in some ways it’s doesn’t feel so chosen. I simply can’t keep up with that the North side has become.  And as my daughter turns 36, we need more space, healthier space. 

Still, I lie awake at night, overwhelmed by it all and grieving.