From: "Mark Jirsa" <jirsa001@umn.edu>
To: <gta@boreal.org>
Sent: Tue, 28 Oct 2008 09:55:34 -0500
Subject: Meteorite
I'm writing to tell you about some web content that might interest your
resort clients and their guests. During the Ham Lake Fire in 2007, I
discovered some unusual rock layers near Gunflint Lake that hold evidence of
one of the worlds largest and oldest meteorite impact events. Although the
deposits were first identified in Thunder Bay in 2005, this is the first
discovery in rock outcrops in Minnesota. The meteorite hit near Sudbury
Ontario 1,850 million years ago, and spread ash and debris, probably around
the globe. The impact was likely a "globe-killer," though there wasn't much
organic life to kill during that early time of Earth history. The
meteorite was so large and was moving at such a tremendous velocity that it
vaporized on impact, so no actual meteorite pieces exist near the Gunflint
Trail, or anywhere else.
Visit the Minnesota Geological Survey website ( <http://www.geo.umn.edu/mgs>
http://www.geo.umn.edu/mgs) and click on the left menu "NEW--Minnesota's
evidence of an Ancient Meteorite Impact"
A slightly expanded version, also for the lay audience, appears in the
December 2008 edition of ASTRONOMY MAGAZINE
If you or any of the resort operators and guests have questions, feel free
to contact me. I am happy to share information about where the rock
exposures are, what they look like, and how they formed. Scientific study
of these outcrops and others in the Lake Superior region is on-going.
Because they are in the Superior National Forest, and for the sake of
preserving scientific value, I discourage collection of rock
samples---photos say 1000 words though!
Mark
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Sunday, August 31, 2008
A Brief History of Kloek's Island- Poplar Lake
Jim Kloek-The history of the Kloek family on Poplar Lake began in October of 1937 when my parents, Dell and Mernie Kloek, spent their honeymoon at Rockwood Lodge. The cabin they rented is still there, and still being rented. After the war ended, they returned to Poplar Lake, and in 1947 purchased from the owner of Northwoods Lodge a rustic cabin at what is now 7991 Gunflint Trail. (At the time the lodge owner was gradually reducing the size of Northwoods by selling off cabins at each end of his property.)
Poplar Lake was very different in the late 1940’s. There was no electric service on most of the Gunflint Trail. If you wanted electricity, you needed to have your own generator. The Gunflint Trail was paved only as far as Swamper Lake; the remainder was gravel. The cabin lights and stove were powered by propane, and we had an honest-to-goodness ice box. We would buy blocks of ice from Carl Brandt, Sr. at what was then Balsam Grove Lodge. He would cut ice from the lake in the winter and store it in an ice house which would last all summer. After a few years, our family’s purchase of a Servel propane fired refrigerator was a significant upgrade. The cabin had no running water, and my brother and I were in charge of hauling 5 gallon buckets of water up from the lake when needed.
My parents quickly introduced others to the Gunflint experience. In 1948 his brother, Ken Kloek, Sr., bought the cabin next door (now 7997 Gunflint Trail) from Ben Katzenmeier. Ben had two lots, so he moved to the westward of the two and built a new cabin at what is now 8005 Gunflint Trail (currently the Moe cabin). Ken’s original cabin was quite similar to ours. Eventually he built a more modern cabin on the same lot, and tore down the old one. Ken’s family still own and maintain the cabin, and my cousin, Ken, Jr. has a lot more stories to tell of those early days.
The Young family lived in our neighborhood in Minneapolis (Morningside) and attended the same church we did. They visited our cabin, and subsequently bought their island from the Grewe family. The Jolly family, who were related to my father, also visited, and now own a cabin at 80 Fireplace Point.
Summer life on Poplar Lake in the 1950’s was a great experience for a kid. Many of the cabins were owned by families with children, so there was always a lot of activity. Swimming and water skiing in the afternoon were popular. It seemed like there was always a gathering at someone’s dock if the weather was good. In addition to my brother and I there were Ken (Jr), Judy, and Linda Kloek; Ann, Mary, John, and Marcy Waugh; Ted, Tim, and Nancy Young; Sue and Arnold Swenson; the seven Bridgeman siblings (more about the Bridgemans later), and sometimes Carl Brandt, Jr. At times we had as many as three boats pulling water skiers.
My family also took portage trips. This was before the BWCAW was created, and many of the original docks and signs that the CCC had built on the portages were still in place. In 1954 the Minneapolis Star sent a reporter and a photographer to accompany us on a camping trip to Winchell Lake. The result was full page feature story in the newspaper about a family enjoying the Minnesota wilderness. We still have a reprint of the article and prints of all the photographs the photographer took.
By the middle of the 1950’s electric lines were being run up the Gunflint Trail, and plans were in place to finish paving the entire road. Two islands in Poplar Lake came up for sale, and my father bought them both in 1956. He sold the smaller of the two to Truman Smith (whose son Doug was the same Boy Scout troop as I was), and in 1957 built the cabin which we still have today.
At the time my father was managing the Bridgeman Ice Cream store in downtown Minneapolis. He had two bus boys working for him that were also training at Dunwoody Institute to be carpenters. He hired them to build the cabin, and sent my brother and I with them to help. At the time, my brother was 17 and I was 12. In two weeks, the four of us roughed in the cabin. My job was to bring the lumber and all the other materials from the shore out to the island in a boat (actually two boats lashed together for a more stable platform), while the other three built the cabin. They did it completely by hand since there was no electric service to the island. When we were done, we had a completed box: a plywood floor, four walls, a roof, windows and doors. The inside was completely unfinished.
The cabin features seven very large windows in the front and side walls, and they are a story in themselves. The entire front wall of the Bridgeman store my father managed was glass, from sidewalk to ceiling. This was very thick architectural glass, but even then, from time to time, it would break. When the glass people would come to replace it, my father would have them cut large, square pieces of the waste glass, and store them in the basement of the store. He had a picture in his mind of the cabin he wanted to build one day, and by 1957 he had collected enough glass for the windows he wanted. The panes of glass were moved from downtown Minneapolis to Poplar Lake in a trailer towed behind our car, and then moved out the island via boat. They all made it without breakage. Then we made a mistake. We leaned one of the panes against a small tree while we were getting ready to install it. It was a windy day, the tree swayed, and the glass cracked. We had to make a sheepish call to my father back in the Cities. Fortunately he had a spare pane, and was able to drive it up to us over the weekend, so we could finish. As of this writing in 2008 the original windows are still in place, having held up to 51 years of rain, wind, snow, and bird strikes.
Over the rest of the summer of 1957 and early 1958 we finished enough of the inside of the new cabin to move in. We sold the original cabin to Bill and Phoebe Bridgeman in 1958. The original cabin continued to be owned by the Bridgeman family until August, 2008 when Dan and Paul Bridgeman had it torn down to begin construction of a modern cabin.
The new cabin on our island was still rustic - no electricity, no telephone. One improvement, however, was running water. We built a log tower behind the cabin and put a large water tank at its top. This tank was filled by a water pump powered by a lawn mower engine at the lake shore. It was my job to “pump up the tank”. The water tower would then provide us running water until in was empty, at which time my mother would tell me to go pump it up again. So we had faucets that ran, and a flushing toilet, but still no hot water.
Over the course of the next 15 years the inside of the cabin was gradually finished off. In 1961, a second building was started. My father and I built a pole shed behind the cabin to keep lumber and other supplies covered in the winter. This was a simple shed built of logs, with a roof but no sides. As usual, finishing this was a last minute affair. On Labor Day, we still had to nail on the roofing. We had to leave that afternoon because I started school the next day. I remember very well my father and I nailing on roofing, while listening to the Twins game on a portable radio. My mother was fretting because it was getting late, and continually asking when we would be done. Oh, did I mention all this was going on in the middle of a snow storm? Weather on Poplar Lake is never dull.
The next big changes to the cabin took place in the mid-1970s. My father retired and he and my mother began to spend their entire summers on the island. Electricity and telephone service were run to the island with underwater cables. With the help of Ted Young, the pole shed was enclosed and finished inside to become a bunk and tool shed. The cabin was enlarged with the addition of a bedroom and a utility room which held, for the first time, a hot water heater. Luxury had arrived on the island when a shower was installed and connected to the hot water line. Electric appliances replaced the old propane stove, refrigerator, and lights.
Another improvement after their retirement was the purchase of a lot at 46 Voyageurs Point to serve as a parking area and boat dock. My father and John Kurkowski built a small boathouse on the lot to store the boat for the winter.
My parents continued to spend their summers together on the island through the summer of 1997. It was a long and happy retirement for them, and they had many visits from friends, relatives, and grandchildren. In 1998, my father passed away. For the next three summers my mother was able to be on the island for part or most of the summer with other family members staying with her.
My wife Lynne and I are now spending our summers at the cabin. When my father passed away we were living and working in Rochester, New York, so our visits were limited to three weeks each summer. But by 2006 we were both semi-retired so we moved to Anoka, Minnesota to be closer to the island. We have spent the last three summers enjoying the lake and all the usual Gunflint Trail activities, and catching up on a lot of the continuous maintenance that a cabin requires. We are about to the point where we are going to start making some improvements, so stay tuned.
Poplar Lake was very different in the late 1940’s. There was no electric service on most of the Gunflint Trail. If you wanted electricity, you needed to have your own generator. The Gunflint Trail was paved only as far as Swamper Lake; the remainder was gravel. The cabin lights and stove were powered by propane, and we had an honest-to-goodness ice box. We would buy blocks of ice from Carl Brandt, Sr. at what was then Balsam Grove Lodge. He would cut ice from the lake in the winter and store it in an ice house which would last all summer. After a few years, our family’s purchase of a Servel propane fired refrigerator was a significant upgrade. The cabin had no running water, and my brother and I were in charge of hauling 5 gallon buckets of water up from the lake when needed.
My parents quickly introduced others to the Gunflint experience. In 1948 his brother, Ken Kloek, Sr., bought the cabin next door (now 7997 Gunflint Trail) from Ben Katzenmeier. Ben had two lots, so he moved to the westward of the two and built a new cabin at what is now 8005 Gunflint Trail (currently the Moe cabin). Ken’s original cabin was quite similar to ours. Eventually he built a more modern cabin on the same lot, and tore down the old one. Ken’s family still own and maintain the cabin, and my cousin, Ken, Jr. has a lot more stories to tell of those early days.
The Young family lived in our neighborhood in Minneapolis (Morningside) and attended the same church we did. They visited our cabin, and subsequently bought their island from the Grewe family. The Jolly family, who were related to my father, also visited, and now own a cabin at 80 Fireplace Point.
Summer life on Poplar Lake in the 1950’s was a great experience for a kid. Many of the cabins were owned by families with children, so there was always a lot of activity. Swimming and water skiing in the afternoon were popular. It seemed like there was always a gathering at someone’s dock if the weather was good. In addition to my brother and I there were Ken (Jr), Judy, and Linda Kloek; Ann, Mary, John, and Marcy Waugh; Ted, Tim, and Nancy Young; Sue and Arnold Swenson; the seven Bridgeman siblings (more about the Bridgemans later), and sometimes Carl Brandt, Jr. At times we had as many as three boats pulling water skiers.
My family also took portage trips. This was before the BWCAW was created, and many of the original docks and signs that the CCC had built on the portages were still in place. In 1954 the Minneapolis Star sent a reporter and a photographer to accompany us on a camping trip to Winchell Lake. The result was full page feature story in the newspaper about a family enjoying the Minnesota wilderness. We still have a reprint of the article and prints of all the photographs the photographer took.
By the middle of the 1950’s electric lines were being run up the Gunflint Trail, and plans were in place to finish paving the entire road. Two islands in Poplar Lake came up for sale, and my father bought them both in 1956. He sold the smaller of the two to Truman Smith (whose son Doug was the same Boy Scout troop as I was), and in 1957 built the cabin which we still have today.
At the time my father was managing the Bridgeman Ice Cream store in downtown Minneapolis. He had two bus boys working for him that were also training at Dunwoody Institute to be carpenters. He hired them to build the cabin, and sent my brother and I with them to help. At the time, my brother was 17 and I was 12. In two weeks, the four of us roughed in the cabin. My job was to bring the lumber and all the other materials from the shore out to the island in a boat (actually two boats lashed together for a more stable platform), while the other three built the cabin. They did it completely by hand since there was no electric service to the island. When we were done, we had a completed box: a plywood floor, four walls, a roof, windows and doors. The inside was completely unfinished.
The cabin features seven very large windows in the front and side walls, and they are a story in themselves. The entire front wall of the Bridgeman store my father managed was glass, from sidewalk to ceiling. This was very thick architectural glass, but even then, from time to time, it would break. When the glass people would come to replace it, my father would have them cut large, square pieces of the waste glass, and store them in the basement of the store. He had a picture in his mind of the cabin he wanted to build one day, and by 1957 he had collected enough glass for the windows he wanted. The panes of glass were moved from downtown Minneapolis to Poplar Lake in a trailer towed behind our car, and then moved out the island via boat. They all made it without breakage. Then we made a mistake. We leaned one of the panes against a small tree while we were getting ready to install it. It was a windy day, the tree swayed, and the glass cracked. We had to make a sheepish call to my father back in the Cities. Fortunately he had a spare pane, and was able to drive it up to us over the weekend, so we could finish. As of this writing in 2008 the original windows are still in place, having held up to 51 years of rain, wind, snow, and bird strikes.
Over the rest of the summer of 1957 and early 1958 we finished enough of the inside of the new cabin to move in. We sold the original cabin to Bill and Phoebe Bridgeman in 1958. The original cabin continued to be owned by the Bridgeman family until August, 2008 when Dan and Paul Bridgeman had it torn down to begin construction of a modern cabin.
The new cabin on our island was still rustic - no electricity, no telephone. One improvement, however, was running water. We built a log tower behind the cabin and put a large water tank at its top. This tank was filled by a water pump powered by a lawn mower engine at the lake shore. It was my job to “pump up the tank”. The water tower would then provide us running water until in was empty, at which time my mother would tell me to go pump it up again. So we had faucets that ran, and a flushing toilet, but still no hot water.
Over the course of the next 15 years the inside of the cabin was gradually finished off. In 1961, a second building was started. My father and I built a pole shed behind the cabin to keep lumber and other supplies covered in the winter. This was a simple shed built of logs, with a roof but no sides. As usual, finishing this was a last minute affair. On Labor Day, we still had to nail on the roofing. We had to leave that afternoon because I started school the next day. I remember very well my father and I nailing on roofing, while listening to the Twins game on a portable radio. My mother was fretting because it was getting late, and continually asking when we would be done. Oh, did I mention all this was going on in the middle of a snow storm? Weather on Poplar Lake is never dull.
The next big changes to the cabin took place in the mid-1970s. My father retired and he and my mother began to spend their entire summers on the island. Electricity and telephone service were run to the island with underwater cables. With the help of Ted Young, the pole shed was enclosed and finished inside to become a bunk and tool shed. The cabin was enlarged with the addition of a bedroom and a utility room which held, for the first time, a hot water heater. Luxury had arrived on the island when a shower was installed and connected to the hot water line. Electric appliances replaced the old propane stove, refrigerator, and lights.
Another improvement after their retirement was the purchase of a lot at 46 Voyageurs Point to serve as a parking area and boat dock. My father and John Kurkowski built a small boathouse on the lot to store the boat for the winter.
My parents continued to spend their summers together on the island through the summer of 1997. It was a long and happy retirement for them, and they had many visits from friends, relatives, and grandchildren. In 1998, my father passed away. For the next three summers my mother was able to be on the island for part or most of the summer with other family members staying with her.
My wife Lynne and I are now spending our summers at the cabin. When my father passed away we were living and working in Rochester, New York, so our visits were limited to three weeks each summer. But by 2006 we were both semi-retired so we moved to Anoka, Minnesota to be closer to the island. We have spent the last three summers enjoying the lake and all the usual Gunflint Trail activities, and catching up on a lot of the continuous maintenance that a cabin requires. We are about to the point where we are going to start making some improvements, so stay tuned.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Growning Up on Youngs Island
Nancy Olmem-My family purchased our Poplar Lake Island cabin on Memorial weekend in 1952. Neighbors of ours in Minneapolis, Del and Mernie Kloek, had a cabin for sale on Poplar Lake and invited us to check out their cabin. It was not what my parents were looking for, but after looking at many properties they were shown the island. It was love at first sight and became our new summer residence.
That summer we spent some time on the island, but did not know that it would be the last time that our family of five would be together on a vacation. The following fall my dad suffered a stroke and died. It could have ended our trips north, but the following summer and many summers after, my mother loaded my two older brother, me and our collie dog into into our car and headed north. We were fortunate in many ways. After my dad died Dar Noyes who was owner of Rockwood Lodge and our Realtor, held the mortgage and called my mom and told her that there would be no interest and if she had trouble making the $15.00 any month, not to worry. Mother’s boss also felt that it was important for us as a family to go to the island so she was given two months off every year.
I was very young, 5 years old when we bought the island, and have wonderful memories. There were many other children who had cabins or resorts on the lake and also there were many resort guests with kids close to our ages. We spend our days playing in the woods, hiking, picking berries, swimming and doing many other outdoor activities. We were inside only on rainy days. As we got older, water skiing and surf boarding (behind a boat was also added to out list of activities. During high school I worked as a cabin girl at Balsam Grove Lodge (now known as Norwester).
As I entered adulthood, my love for the Gunflint and for the island continued to grow. In my early twenties I married Terry Olmem who also liked the area and the island. In the early years of our marriage, it was difficult to go north for long periods of time, but our love never lessened. When it was possible, we exposed our three children (Andy, Sheila and Matt) to the island. Now that we are older we are able to spend more time on the island and enjoy having the kids visit us. Andy, our oldest, is the fondest of island living and Sheila’s husband, Matt Lichty, also enjoys it. Our Matt live too far away to spend much time.
Summers for me are now mostly spent on the island. I am north as much as time allows and enjoy my alone time and family time on the island. People often look at me like I am crazy when they find out that I stay out there by myself. Yes, I need to take a boat hauling necessities back and forth, I do not have the modern conveniences and there often are animals that I share the island with; but that is what makes island living so special. If I want to be alone I stay home. If I want to be with people, I go to shore. It is my decision and I love it!
There are many stories that I have about life up the trail. When I was very young I can remember almost burning Rockwood Lodge down. The Noyes (the owners) went to town and left Sandy, their teenage daughter, in charge of the lodge. Sandy left the lodge for a while leaving Janet, her younger sister, and me in charge. Neither of us were even close to being teenagers. We got bored and decided to light the cigarette in mouth of the moose that was mounted above the main fireplace. We discovered that if we blew on the cigarette, the end would glow red. Everything was going well until the moose’s whiskers caught fire. We threw water and 7-up on the moose and were able to avoid the moose and the lodge from going up in flames.
A favorite story about a former resident has to be about Phoebe Bridgeman. The Bridgeman’s had 7 children of their own and had a very small cabin on Poplar. The Bridgeman’s were very generous and also let their children bring up friends to their wilderness retreat. I always felt that Phoebe and Bill’s philosophy was that there is always room for one, two, or three more. Yearly there was a lake picnic on Blueberry Island that was on the other side of the lake from their cabin. In order to get everyone to the picnic or any other place that they went as a family you would see a boat towing another boat both filled with people. Phoebe also realized that there were lots in her group and would come loaded with many dishes to pass.
That summer we spent some time on the island, but did not know that it would be the last time that our family of five would be together on a vacation. The following fall my dad suffered a stroke and died. It could have ended our trips north, but the following summer and many summers after, my mother loaded my two older brother, me and our collie dog into into our car and headed north. We were fortunate in many ways. After my dad died Dar Noyes who was owner of Rockwood Lodge and our Realtor, held the mortgage and called my mom and told her that there would be no interest and if she had trouble making the $15.00 any month, not to worry. Mother’s boss also felt that it was important for us as a family to go to the island so she was given two months off every year.
I was very young, 5 years old when we bought the island, and have wonderful memories. There were many other children who had cabins or resorts on the lake and also there were many resort guests with kids close to our ages. We spend our days playing in the woods, hiking, picking berries, swimming and doing many other outdoor activities. We were inside only on rainy days. As we got older, water skiing and surf boarding (behind a boat was also added to out list of activities. During high school I worked as a cabin girl at Balsam Grove Lodge (now known as Norwester).
As I entered adulthood, my love for the Gunflint and for the island continued to grow. In my early twenties I married Terry Olmem who also liked the area and the island. In the early years of our marriage, it was difficult to go north for long periods of time, but our love never lessened. When it was possible, we exposed our three children (Andy, Sheila and Matt) to the island. Now that we are older we are able to spend more time on the island and enjoy having the kids visit us. Andy, our oldest, is the fondest of island living and Sheila’s husband, Matt Lichty, also enjoys it. Our Matt live too far away to spend much time.
Summers for me are now mostly spent on the island. I am north as much as time allows and enjoy my alone time and family time on the island. People often look at me like I am crazy when they find out that I stay out there by myself. Yes, I need to take a boat hauling necessities back and forth, I do not have the modern conveniences and there often are animals that I share the island with; but that is what makes island living so special. If I want to be alone I stay home. If I want to be with people, I go to shore. It is my decision and I love it!
There are many stories that I have about life up the trail. When I was very young I can remember almost burning Rockwood Lodge down. The Noyes (the owners) went to town and left Sandy, their teenage daughter, in charge of the lodge. Sandy left the lodge for a while leaving Janet, her younger sister, and me in charge. Neither of us were even close to being teenagers. We got bored and decided to light the cigarette in mouth of the moose that was mounted above the main fireplace. We discovered that if we blew on the cigarette, the end would glow red. Everything was going well until the moose’s whiskers caught fire. We threw water and 7-up on the moose and were able to avoid the moose and the lodge from going up in flames.
A favorite story about a former resident has to be about Phoebe Bridgeman. The Bridgeman’s had 7 children of their own and had a very small cabin on Poplar. The Bridgeman’s were very generous and also let their children bring up friends to their wilderness retreat. I always felt that Phoebe and Bill’s philosophy was that there is always room for one, two, or three more. Yearly there was a lake picnic on Blueberry Island that was on the other side of the lake from their cabin. In order to get everyone to the picnic or any other place that they went as a family you would see a boat towing another boat both filled with people. Phoebe also realized that there were lots in her group and would come loaded with many dishes to pass.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Ollie O'Brien Greco- Red Pines Outpost
The mid 1930's -the Gunflint Trail was a winding dirt road, electrical power and phone service along the trail was still decades away. Mainly loggers, CCC workers, and several resort families populated the area. It was during this era that Ollie O'Brien and her future husband, Jimmy Greco, purchased property on a remote point of land between Little Ollie and Poplar lakes, south of the inlet from Poplar into Little Ollie Lake. Located one half mile from the nearest road, their new property was accessible only by traveling across Poplar Lake.
Ollie and Jimmy spent the next few summers building a log cabin home on the property. Some seventy spruce logs for the cabin were cut near the building site. The logs then skidded to the site by a timber horse rented by Ollie and Jimmy from a local logging camp. The logging camp was most likely Sam Seppala's sawmill. Trail Center Lodge and Restaurant is now located on the site of this mill. As the cabin neared completion, it was christened Red Pine after a large Norway Pine located near the new building. With the cabin completed,
Ollie and Jimmy spent their summers there; returning to Chicago for the winter. In later years they moved to Red Pine year around.
Another two cabins were built in the 1950's and 60's which the Greco's rented out to friends of theirs from Chicago. The name of their rental business became Red Pine Outpost.
Ollie wrote about her experiences on Poplar Lake. Two of her articles appeared in Outdoors Magazine; " I wanted a Log Cabin." April 1939 and "Red Pine" July, 1939. Among Ollie's many other writings were the following written in August of 1935:
Olive died in April of 1973 and is buried in Grand Marais' Maple Hill Cemetery. Little Ollie Lake is named in her honor. Her beloved Red Pine Cabin and the majestic Norway Pine, by the cabin, still remain much as they were some seventy some years ago.
A collection of Ollie's poetry, much of which written at the Red Pines Cabin, was found after her death. This poetry has been reproduced and is available at Poplar Creek Guesthouse's office.
Ollie O'Brien Greco: 1887-1973
Ollie and Jimmy spent the next few summers building a log cabin home on the property. Some seventy spruce logs for the cabin were cut near the building site. The logs then skidded to the site by a timber horse rented by Ollie and Jimmy from a local logging camp. The logging camp was most likely Sam Seppala's sawmill. Trail Center Lodge and Restaurant is now located on the site of this mill. As the cabin neared completion, it was christened Red Pine after a large Norway Pine located near the new building. With the cabin completed,
Ollie and Jimmy spent their summers there; returning to Chicago for the winter. In later years they moved to Red Pine year around.
Another two cabins were built in the 1950's and 60's which the Greco's rented out to friends of theirs from Chicago. The name of their rental business became Red Pine Outpost.
Ollie wrote about her experiences on Poplar Lake. Two of her articles appeared in Outdoors Magazine; " I wanted a Log Cabin." April 1939 and "Red Pine" July, 1939. Among Ollie's many other writings were the following written in August of 1935:
The greatest joy anyone can have is to learn to appreciate nature and learn to be comfortable in the world of nature. To live in a simple way--to learn to take care of oneself and be adequate-
Living in the out of doors brings health and strength of both body and character.
A deep sincere love of nature is the surest guarantee for true character building.
Many meet people socially for years and never recognize their true nature-- but live with them a week camping and nothing shows up so quickly as their character.
Olive died in April of 1973 and is buried in Grand Marais' Maple Hill Cemetery. Little Ollie Lake is named in her honor. Her beloved Red Pine Cabin and the majestic Norway Pine, by the cabin, still remain much as they were some seventy some years ago.
A collection of Ollie's poetry, much of which written at the Red Pines Cabin, was found after her death. This poetry has been reproduced and is available at Poplar Creek Guesthouse's office.
Ollie O'Brien Greco: 1887-1973
Monday, June 23, 2008
Sam Seppala- Saw Mill at Trail Center
Born in Finland on July 24, 1900, Sam Seppala came to the United States as infant. He completed the third grade and began working in the logging business. By the time he was 20, he had a fleet of five trucks. Sam had camps in Buyck & Cousin, MN and hauled logs to Bailly's Mill in Virginia, MN.
In 1924 he married Mayme Holkho and on December 24, 1925 they had Gladys. The couple had three more children that died as babies and Mayme had several miscarriages. The family moved to the Grand Marais area in 1936, where Sam and his brother, David, started a camp at Pike Lake. In 1938, they brothers split up and the Seppalas moved up the Gunflint Trail to Poplar Lake at the site of what is now Trail Center Lodge.
The mill flourished, operating 24 hours a day with 100 men.
"My mom and aunts were cooks . . . always homemade bread and pies. They even made their own soap out of grease and lye. I remember all the crates of dried raisins, prunes, apricots and coconut (my favorite!).
There was a Cook, Cookie (helper) and Bull Cook, a man that did the heavy work -wood, water, dishes. There was a screen house where they kept meat, so they had trouble with bear. My mother used to can bear meat. When she served it, alot of people thought it was beef. They also cut their own ice from the lake.
The men played alot of cards in the evenings. Poker mostly. Or they would read or mend their clothes. Sometimes they would have dances in the Cook Shack. Someone would play an accordion. Of course, on pay day many went to town."
Times got tough and the mill camp closed the fall of 1940, although someone was always at the camp the winter of 1940.
"That winter, my dad and Hans Kesanen trapped with the Greco brothers to earn money. They also fished and hunted together. My father, Sam drowned on July 4, 1940 at the age of 39. He was in a canoe, with no life jacket, of course. He always wore wool pants, a red wool shirt and boots. Winter and summer. He wasn't a good swimmer.
There were four Kesanen brothers that worked for Sam: Hans, Elmer, Bob and Ray. Elmer was married to my mother's sister Mildred and they ran a restaurant in Grand Marais. So my mom went to work for them ($1 a day - 7 days a week). I babysat for their two children after school (10¢ an hour). In 1941 my mother married Hans and, because there wasn't any work, we moved to Idaho.
My father was very good to me. I went hunting and trapping with him. He drove me to Duluth once a week (Sundays) for dancing and skating lessons and I was in the Ice Follies in Duluth in 1939. This, of course, stopped after his death. The day after my father died, I had to learn to drive, as my mom didn't drive. I drve round and round the camp yard until I learned to shift. My Uncle Elmer helped me. I was 14 and my license cost 35¢.."
The store that is now Trail Center Lodge sat a little away from the camp, up near the Gunflint Trail. The store had supplies, a bar and two nickel slot machines. The Seppalas slept in a back bedroom while Gladys slept up in the loft.
Gladys Seppala Treuri- Sam Seppala's Daughter
In 1924 he married Mayme Holkho and on December 24, 1925 they had Gladys. The couple had three more children that died as babies and Mayme had several miscarriages. The family moved to the Grand Marais area in 1936, where Sam and his brother, David, started a camp at Pike Lake. In 1938, they brothers split up and the Seppalas moved up the Gunflint Trail to Poplar Lake at the site of what is now Trail Center Lodge.
The mill flourished, operating 24 hours a day with 100 men.
"My mom and aunts were cooks . . . always homemade bread and pies. They even made their own soap out of grease and lye. I remember all the crates of dried raisins, prunes, apricots and coconut (my favorite!).
There was a Cook, Cookie (helper) and Bull Cook, a man that did the heavy work -wood, water, dishes. There was a screen house where they kept meat, so they had trouble with bear. My mother used to can bear meat. When she served it, alot of people thought it was beef. They also cut their own ice from the lake.
The men played alot of cards in the evenings. Poker mostly. Or they would read or mend their clothes. Sometimes they would have dances in the Cook Shack. Someone would play an accordion. Of course, on pay day many went to town."
Times got tough and the mill camp closed the fall of 1940, although someone was always at the camp the winter of 1940.
"That winter, my dad and Hans Kesanen trapped with the Greco brothers to earn money. They also fished and hunted together. My father, Sam drowned on July 4, 1940 at the age of 39. He was in a canoe, with no life jacket, of course. He always wore wool pants, a red wool shirt and boots. Winter and summer. He wasn't a good swimmer.
There were four Kesanen brothers that worked for Sam: Hans, Elmer, Bob and Ray. Elmer was married to my mother's sister Mildred and they ran a restaurant in Grand Marais. So my mom went to work for them ($1 a day - 7 days a week). I babysat for their two children after school (10¢ an hour). In 1941 my mother married Hans and, because there wasn't any work, we moved to Idaho.
My father was very good to me. I went hunting and trapping with him. He drove me to Duluth once a week (Sundays) for dancing and skating lessons and I was in the Ice Follies in Duluth in 1939. This, of course, stopped after his death. The day after my father died, I had to learn to drive, as my mom didn't drive. I drve round and round the camp yard until I learned to shift. My Uncle Elmer helped me. I was 14 and my license cost 35¢.."
The store that is now Trail Center Lodge sat a little away from the camp, up near the Gunflint Trail. The store had supplies, a bar and two nickel slot machines. The Seppalas slept in a back bedroom while Gladys slept up in the loft.
Gladys Seppala Treuri- Sam Seppala's Daughter
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Moe's Cabin
It was during our annual trek to the Gunflint Trail that we stumbled upon the little red cabin on Poplar Lake. We were camping next to our cousins on Flour Lake as we had for the past 4 or 5 summers. Anyway, my dad decided to take the family for a "Sunday drive" north up the trail when we spotted the For Sale sign just before Rockwood Lodge. The year was 1964, and I was a 14 year old in love - with the northwoods.
The place was small - about 500 square feet - but cozily paneled in knotty pine, and a mere 30 feet from the lake. There was also an outbuilding - garage with attached laundry, which was dubbed "Molly's Washhouse", complete with a old-time wringer washer. Molly was Molly Katzenmeier. Ben, her husband, had passed away earlier that year, and Molly was reluctantly letting go of their precious cabin that Ben had built by hand from on-site lumber with his portable sawmill. I would later find to my amusement and, often, chagrin, that all the studs were cut to full dimension - actual 2X4's - which made some later remodeling quite challenging. But the place wasn't going to fall down anytime soon. Ben didn't skimp on nails, either.
At one time Ben had owned the lake frontage to the east, where Ken Kloek's cabin now sits. The story is that Ken was coveting some of that frontage and Ben finally agreed to sell it - if Ken and Meg would help insulate him his cabin, which was in process of going up. So the Kloeks hustled over and hung the newspaper insulation in the stud walls so they could get Ben finished pronto. The year was 1948 - we know this, because the newspapers in the wall all had that date. It made for some interesting reading during later remodeling projects!
The cabin had two tiny bedrooms, small kitchen, small 3 piece bath, and a combo living room/dining room with a view of the lake. Heating was (and still is) furnished by a classic old Round Oak pot-bellied stove. Everything was in miniature, but to me it seemed perfect. My dad thought so, too, and within a few weeks of telephone and mail negotiations, the cabin was ours. In 1969 we added a woodshed and a boathouse, and in later years, converterd the washhouse to a guest bedroom with a half bath, and enlarged the cabin bath while adding a shower. Then, in 1997, we (Mark and Martha), purchased the property from Mark's brother and sister, and made the big push to enlarge and update the cabin. But it almost didn't happen.
My mother had had Bob Johnston put in 3 pillar footings in front of the cabin in aniticipation of him building a screen porch. The permit was approved (this was back in the 1980's)even though the cabin would be another 12 feet closer to the lake. But for one reason or other, the porch never got built. Then in 1997, we applied for a variance to expand the cabin out to the pillars, but the board turned us down...or so we thought. Two weeks after Bob Johnston called to tell us the bad news,(he attended the board meeting) we received a mail notification that our permit had been APPROVED. Hmmmm. Well, long story short, we kept mum and showed up next spring at the courthouse with a contractor and building materials - and the approval letter - and what could they do? Well nothing except require us to put in a septic, which we gladly did.
So we added another 250 square feet across the front of the cabin, changed a few doors and windows, remodeled the kitchen, shored up the listing boathouse and converted the woodshed to an elegant catch-all, which my wife lovingly dubbed the "shithouse."
But what you really build with a northwoods cabin is a base for great memories: fishing the walleye hole with my dad, going to the bear-circus at the dump, my mom's famous donut parties, and scarfing down homemade blueberry pie. It just doesn't get much better than that.
The place was small - about 500 square feet - but cozily paneled in knotty pine, and a mere 30 feet from the lake. There was also an outbuilding - garage with attached laundry, which was dubbed "Molly's Washhouse", complete with a old-time wringer washer. Molly was Molly Katzenmeier. Ben, her husband, had passed away earlier that year, and Molly was reluctantly letting go of their precious cabin that Ben had built by hand from on-site lumber with his portable sawmill. I would later find to my amusement and, often, chagrin, that all the studs were cut to full dimension - actual 2X4's - which made some later remodeling quite challenging. But the place wasn't going to fall down anytime soon. Ben didn't skimp on nails, either.
At one time Ben had owned the lake frontage to the east, where Ken Kloek's cabin now sits. The story is that Ken was coveting some of that frontage and Ben finally agreed to sell it - if Ken and Meg would help insulate him his cabin, which was in process of going up. So the Kloeks hustled over and hung the newspaper insulation in the stud walls so they could get Ben finished pronto. The year was 1948 - we know this, because the newspapers in the wall all had that date. It made for some interesting reading during later remodeling projects!
The cabin had two tiny bedrooms, small kitchen, small 3 piece bath, and a combo living room/dining room with a view of the lake. Heating was (and still is) furnished by a classic old Round Oak pot-bellied stove. Everything was in miniature, but to me it seemed perfect. My dad thought so, too, and within a few weeks of telephone and mail negotiations, the cabin was ours. In 1969 we added a woodshed and a boathouse, and in later years, converterd the washhouse to a guest bedroom with a half bath, and enlarged the cabin bath while adding a shower. Then, in 1997, we (Mark and Martha), purchased the property from Mark's brother and sister, and made the big push to enlarge and update the cabin. But it almost didn't happen.
My mother had had Bob Johnston put in 3 pillar footings in front of the cabin in aniticipation of him building a screen porch. The permit was approved (this was back in the 1980's)even though the cabin would be another 12 feet closer to the lake. But for one reason or other, the porch never got built. Then in 1997, we applied for a variance to expand the cabin out to the pillars, but the board turned us down...or so we thought. Two weeks after Bob Johnston called to tell us the bad news,(he attended the board meeting) we received a mail notification that our permit had been APPROVED. Hmmmm. Well, long story short, we kept mum and showed up next spring at the courthouse with a contractor and building materials - and the approval letter - and what could they do? Well nothing except require us to put in a septic, which we gladly did.
So we added another 250 square feet across the front of the cabin, changed a few doors and windows, remodeled the kitchen, shored up the listing boathouse and converted the woodshed to an elegant catch-all, which my wife lovingly dubbed the "shithouse."
But what you really build with a northwoods cabin is a base for great memories: fishing the walleye hole with my dad, going to the bear-circus at the dump, my mom's famous donut parties, and scarfing down homemade blueberry pie. It just doesn't get much better than that.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Dorothy Young's Island
Dorothy Young's Island is a fifteen acre island located near the middle of Poplar Lake on Government Lot 1, Sec 1 (lot with the cabin), and Government Lot 12 Sec 1, T64-2W; Government Lot 8, Sec 6 and Lot 3, Sec 7, T64-1W. It is one of thirty-two islands on the lake. The island's eight-tenth of an acre mainland boat landing is located along the Gunflint Trail west of Windigo Lodge at T64N, R1W, Sec. 6 Government Lots6& 7.
Mature white pine, white spruce and white cedar dominate the island's pre-1999-Blowdown forest eco-system. Prior to this storm there were twenty-four large white pines and an uncountable number of old cedars all dating back many centuries. Unlike most of the forest surrounding Poplar Lake, the island, along with the point north of the island and Swensen's Island, were not burned in the big fire that took place in the early part of the twentieth century. This fire produced the aspen-birch forest found around Poplar Lake today. It is believed that Poplar Lake's name is derived from this forest. While the island contains many mature birch trees, there are no poplars. Along the old snowmobile trail north of the cabin, which runs eastward to a point on the island north side, several moccasin flowers can be found. Moose maple is prevalent throughout the island.
The 1999 BWCA blowdown toppled half of the two dozen white pine and many of the old cedars. Among the cedars toppled by the storm was the largest and perhaps the island's oldest cedar. This cedar was located about two hundred yards west of the cabin. In the open areas created by the blowdown and later storm clean-up, raspberries flourish.
Documented human history on the island can be traced back thousands of years through an exciting find uncovered during the mid-1980s. Ted and Barbara Young's son Joey and a friend were playing in the garden east of the cabin when they came across what appeared to be an ancient rock tool. When the artifact was shown to the USFS's archeologist, Gordon Peters, he identified it as a scrapping tool used by Clovis people who roamed the area some 8,000-12,000 years ago. Peters went on to explain that the tool came from the ancient rock quarry on Knife Lake.
From these early times on, other native people certainly traveled and camped on the island. While no additional artifacts from these first people have yet been found, their presence in the area is evident by the many canoe routes they opened and traveled.
The next documented evidence of anyone setting foot on the island was when the US government's first surveyors came through the area in the 1880s. The survey crew left behind a hand carved wooden survey corner post on the east end of the island. Ted Young found this dated and signed post several years ago but unfortunately it has since been lost. The wooden post was replaced by a metal corner pole in 1930's.
During the late 1880s, prospector Frank Johnson built one of the first known cabins on Poplar Lake, directly across from the island and just east of the Prune Lake Portage. From this cabin Johnson and his prospecting crew traveled the area in search of minerals.
A Certificate of Title was issued for the island along with much of the land around Poplar Lake on December 20, 1917. The Marais Investment Company of Duluth purchased this title on December 27, 1919. Shortly thereafter the land was transferred to William H. Yawkey, a New York City industrialist. At Willam Yawkey's death the land was passed on to his descendents. The Yawkey family controls large mining and timber holdings throughout Minnesota, Wisconsin and Michigan. The family also became famous for their involvement in professional baseball: family members owned the Boston Redsox and the Detroit Tigers. Ownership of these lands continued in the Yawkey family until January 20, 1931, when Paul and Jenny Stoltz, owners and builders of Rockwood Lodge, purchased the island land.
On the same day the Stoltzes received title for the island, the title was again transferred, this time to Henry & Leonora Cunnington. The Cunningtons lived in Minneapolis where Henry was a musician with the Minneapolis Symphony Orchestra. The next year, 1932, the Cunningtons hired Paul Stoltz to build a small vertical log cabin on the island. Assisting Paul in the construction of the cabin was Poplar Lake resident Eddy Girous This cabin remains to this day. Paul and Ed have passed on.
The Cunningtons used their cabin as a summer home. The cabin was equipped, as were most of the cabins on Poplar Lake, with a wood cook stove, kerosene lights, kerosene stove, an icebox, and an outhouse. It was rumored that when guests came, rather than cook on their wood or kerosene stove, the Cunningtons would have meals catered in by boat from Rockwood Lodge.
On September 3, 1946, the island was purchased by Alma and Louis Grewe. Louis owned Grewe's Granite Works in St. Cloud. Shortly after the Grewes purchased the island, Louis died and Alma became the island's sole owner. After Louis's death Alma changed her last name to Olsen, probability by marrying someone named Olsen. But she remained sole owner of the island. During the Grewe's ownership the island was used very little. The forest crept in, engulfing the cabin, and maintenance was neglected. The old "Grewe's Island" sign remains in a shed on the island.
On Memorial Day weekend in 1952, Dorothy Young, her husband Edwin, and their three children, Ted, Tim and Nancy, came to the Gunflint Trail looking for property to purchase. The family stayed at Dell Kloek's cabin, now the Bridgemans' cabin, on the mainland. Van Johnson, a Grand Marais realtor, showed them several properties around the area. None of the properties shown by Johnson interested the family. On the second day of looking for property, Edwin ran into Darwin Noyes at Rockwood Lodge who had two islands for sale on Poplar Lake: Grewe's Island and what is now Swenson's Island. Edwin, the children, and Darwin went out by boat to view the islands. After returning to Dell's cabin the family decided that they would like to purchase Grewe's Island. Edwin informed Darwin and a deal was struck to purchase the island for $3400.
As a side note, the reason the Young family stayed in Dell's cabin was that Dell was interested in selling his cabin and had invited the Youngs to stay there in hope they would purchase it. Many years later, after the Youngs had purchased the island from the Grewes, Dell told Ted that he wanted to sell his cabin in order to purchase the island Grewe owned. Unfortunately for Dell, it was Ted's family that ended up purchasing the island the weekend they stayed at Dell's cabin. Eventually Dell bought another island next to Young's Island. In relaying his early misfortune to Ted, Dell stated that "he now was happy how it all turned out and greatly satisfied with the island he ended up purchasing."
During the winter after the island had been purchased by Edwin and Dorothy, Edwin died, leaving Dorothy with three young children, a home in the Minneapolis suburb of Morningside, a recently purchased island, and little money to pay the island's monthly mortgage. The next summer, Dorothy rented her Morningside home and took her children to the island. They stayed until the fall. Over the next several summers the family would again return to their island for the summer, moving back to the cities each fall. Dorothy had a job that enabled her to take much of the summers off.
During this period the cabin was equipped and furnished much as it was when the Cunningtons owned it, with a cook stove, kerosene lighting, and an outhouse. Running water was whoever went to the lake to fetch it. The Young family crossed the lake to and from the island in an old wooden boat with an even older three-horse Sea-King outboard motor. More often than not, the motor did not work and the family ended up rowing.
Nancy and Dorothy Young inside cabin- about 1953
One family story recalled from this period was the time during a hot July day when Dorothy sent her sons, Tim and Ted, off with fifty cents to purchase a block of ice from Rockwood Lodge. The children got the ice from the resort's ice house and loaded it into their boat. But rather than return to the cabin with the ice, they spend the next several hours playing with their friends. Needless to say by the time the kids returned the fifty-pound block of ice had melted to about five pounds. And mother was not happy!
The island was a busy place during the summer. Relatives and friends were always welcome, and if they stayed overnight, Dorothy always made room for them in the small cabin. The social life of the family took place at the island, at neighbors' cabins, or at the nearby resorts of Rockwood, Northwoods and Balsam Grove (now Nor'Wester). The Youngs' boat was docked at Rockwood Lodge, and later when Ted's college roommate and friend Carl Brandt Jr. purchased Balsam Grove from his mother, the boat was moved there. As Dorothy's children reached their mid-teens they worked at resorts in the area. Ted worked first as a dock boy at Rockwood and later served as a fishing guide. Tim worked at Northwoods and at Echo Ridge, a small lodge now the Perusses' cabin, and Nancy worked as a cabin-girl at Balsam Grove.
In 1972, Tim, Ted and Nancy, whose married name was now Olmem, and their spouses purchased from Matty Mattis a lot near Windigo Lodge to use as a boat landing. The lawyer handling the transaction for the three families filed the ownership deed with the following information: Ted and Barbara Young having a 1/3 ownership interest, Nancy and Terry Olmem with 1/3 ownership interest and Timothy and Lois Young with 1/2 ownership interest.
Ted and Barbara Young, in May of 1974, moved from Chicago to the island and became year-round residents. In October of 1975 their son Joey was born. The family raised chickens, goats, duck, geese and pigs on the island. They eked out an existence by doing odd jobs, guiding and working at the resorts on the lake. One memory from this period was young Joey running down from the garden screaming and holding up his diapers with the geese biting him in the behind as he ran.
In the winter the cabin was heated by wood. While some of the firewood was cut on the island, most was hauled in by snowmobile from the mainland.
Sled dogs were brought to the island in 1975 and a dog sled touring business was started shortly thereafter. The business, first called "Young's Dog Sled Freighting Service", would become Boundary Country Trekking.
Phone service at a cost of $25 was installed on the island in 1979. An addition was added to the cabin in 1980. The addition added an another bedroom and a new kitchen.
Shortly thereafter Arrowhead Electric Coop ran electric power to the Island. In preparation Ted cut-open the right-away on the mainland and island where the line was to run. And he recalled the cold-snowy-very windy day the power-company ran the lines and brought the transformer across the lake. According to Ted, "dragging the power line from the point on the mainland across the channel went pretty smooth. But bring the transformer across was a different matter. We tied two boats together loaded the heavy transformer aboard and started across. The waves were pretty big. We were lucky to get the across without tipping the boat and loosing the transformer in the lake It was a pretty hairy experience!"
The island cabin was converted into a B&B in 1983 and ran until 1992.
In a ceremony during the summer of 1986 honoring Dorothy, and attended by many of the her
Poplar Lake neighbors, the island was formally dedicated as "Dorothy Young's Island." A
Bronze plaque affixed to a large rock in front of the island's cabin testifies to this event and her
desire that the island should someday be passed on to her grandchildren. Dorothy continued to
return to the island until her death in 1987. With her death, the island was passed to her three
children and their spouses.
Joey grew up and left the island to follow his dreams" in 1998. He had attended school in Grand Marais, catching the school bus on the Gunflint at the mainland boat landing. Rarely did he ever miss school because of ice conditions. In the winter he often was able to bike to the bus stop using the frozen snowmobile path as his bike trail.
Following the 1999 Blowdown the Young family responded with an ambitious program to clear the down trees littering the island. A logger was hired, and in February of 2000 the logger and his son brought a skidder and log forwarder over the ice-covered lake. The loggers went to work clear the down trees, salvaging what they could by dragging them across the lake and piling the rest to be burned. Due to the early spring, this equipment had to be removed by mid March. Additional clearing, piling and later burning was continued throughout the summer by hand. That summer the family held a tree-planting weekend on the island and over a thousand red and white pine seedlings were planted.
Ted and Barbara moved from the island in April of 2000 to the Bed and Breakfast they were building on Little Ollie Lake. With their departure the island reverted to its original use as a summer home.
Terry and Nancy Olmem were the island's main occupants during the summers. Since Nancy was a schoolteacher in Duluth she was able to spend much of the summer there. During the summers of 2006 and 2007 the Olmems replaced many rotting timbers beneath the cabin and rebuilt the sagging dock.
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In July 2007 the Young and Olmem families, in order to perpetuate the continued use and administration of the affairs of the island by their descendants, established the Dorothy Young's Island Limited Liability Corporation (LLC). Members of this new LLC are Tim Young, Nancy Olmem and Ted Young. It is the Corporation's mission to continue the Young family's heritage by passing on the island in the future to Dorothy Young's direct descendants, thereby fulfilling her wish that someday her grandchildren would inherit the island.
Mature white pine, white spruce and white cedar dominate the island's pre-1999-Blowdown forest eco-system. Prior to this storm there were twenty-four large white pines and an uncountable number of old cedars all dating back many centuries. Unlike most of the forest surrounding Poplar Lake, the island, along with the point north of the island and Swensen's Island, were not burned in the big fire that took place in the early part of the twentieth century. This fire produced the aspen-birch forest found around Poplar Lake today. It is believed that Poplar Lake's name is derived from this forest. While the island contains many mature birch trees, there are no poplars. Along the old snowmobile trail north of the cabin, which runs eastward to a point on the island north side, several moccasin flowers can be found. Moose maple is prevalent throughout the island.
The 1999 BWCA blowdown toppled half of the two dozen white pine and many of the old cedars. Among the cedars toppled by the storm was the largest and perhaps the island's oldest cedar. This cedar was located about two hundred yards west of the cabin. In the open areas created by the blowdown and later storm clean-up, raspberries flourish.
Documented human history on the island can be traced back thousands of years through an exciting find uncovered during the mid-1980s. Ted and Barbara Young's son Joey and a friend were playing in the garden east of the cabin when they came across what appeared to be an ancient rock tool. When the artifact was shown to the USFS's archeologist, Gordon Peters, he identified it as a scrapping tool used by Clovis people who roamed the area some 8,000-12,000 years ago. Peters went on to explain that the tool came from the ancient rock quarry on Knife Lake.
From these early times on, other native people certainly traveled and camped on the island. While no additional artifacts from these first people have yet been found, their presence in the area is evident by the many canoe routes they opened and traveled.
The next documented evidence of anyone setting foot on the island was when the US government's first surveyors came through the area in the 1880s. The survey crew left behind a hand carved wooden survey corner post on the east end of the island. Ted Young found this dated and signed post several years ago but unfortunately it has since been lost. The wooden post was replaced by a metal corner pole in 1930's.
During the late 1880s, prospector Frank Johnson built one of the first known cabins on Poplar Lake, directly across from the island and just east of the Prune Lake Portage. From this cabin Johnson and his prospecting crew traveled the area in search of minerals.
A Certificate of Title was issued for the island along with much of the land around Poplar Lake on December 20, 1917. The Marais Investment Company of Duluth purchased this title on December 27, 1919. Shortly thereafter the land was transferred to William H. Yawkey, a New York City industrialist. At Willam Yawkey's death the land was passed on to his descendents. The Yawkey family controls large mining and timber holdings throughout Minnesota, Wisconsin and Michigan. The family also became famous for their involvement in professional baseball: family members owned the Boston Redsox and the Detroit Tigers. Ownership of these lands continued in the Yawkey family until January 20, 1931, when Paul and Jenny Stoltz, owners and builders of Rockwood Lodge, purchased the island land.
On the same day the Stoltzes received title for the island, the title was again transferred, this time to Henry & Leonora Cunnington. The Cunningtons lived in Minneapolis where Henry was a musician with the Minneapolis Symphony Orchestra. The next year, 1932, the Cunningtons hired Paul Stoltz to build a small vertical log cabin on the island. Assisting Paul in the construction of the cabin was Poplar Lake resident Eddy Girous This cabin remains to this day. Paul and Ed have passed on.
The Cunningtons used their cabin as a summer home. The cabin was equipped, as were most of the cabins on Poplar Lake, with a wood cook stove, kerosene lights, kerosene stove, an icebox, and an outhouse. It was rumored that when guests came, rather than cook on their wood or kerosene stove, the Cunningtons would have meals catered in by boat from Rockwood Lodge.
On September 3, 1946, the island was purchased by Alma and Louis Grewe. Louis owned Grewe's Granite Works in St. Cloud. Shortly after the Grewes purchased the island, Louis died and Alma became the island's sole owner. After Louis's death Alma changed her last name to Olsen, probability by marrying someone named Olsen. But she remained sole owner of the island. During the Grewe's ownership the island was used very little. The forest crept in, engulfing the cabin, and maintenance was neglected. The old "Grewe's Island" sign remains in a shed on the island.
On Memorial Day weekend in 1952, Dorothy Young, her husband Edwin, and their three children, Ted, Tim and Nancy, came to the Gunflint Trail looking for property to purchase. The family stayed at Dell Kloek's cabin, now the Bridgemans' cabin, on the mainland. Van Johnson, a Grand Marais realtor, showed them several properties around the area. None of the properties shown by Johnson interested the family. On the second day of looking for property, Edwin ran into Darwin Noyes at Rockwood Lodge who had two islands for sale on Poplar Lake: Grewe's Island and what is now Swenson's Island. Edwin, the children, and Darwin went out by boat to view the islands. After returning to Dell's cabin the family decided that they would like to purchase Grewe's Island. Edwin informed Darwin and a deal was struck to purchase the island for $3400.
As a side note, the reason the Young family stayed in Dell's cabin was that Dell was interested in selling his cabin and had invited the Youngs to stay there in hope they would purchase it. Many years later, after the Youngs had purchased the island from the Grewes, Dell told Ted that he wanted to sell his cabin in order to purchase the island Grewe owned. Unfortunately for Dell, it was Ted's family that ended up purchasing the island the weekend they stayed at Dell's cabin. Eventually Dell bought another island next to Young's Island. In relaying his early misfortune to Ted, Dell stated that "he now was happy how it all turned out and greatly satisfied with the island he ended up purchasing."
During the winter after the island had been purchased by Edwin and Dorothy, Edwin died, leaving Dorothy with three young children, a home in the Minneapolis suburb of Morningside, a recently purchased island, and little money to pay the island's monthly mortgage. The next summer, Dorothy rented her Morningside home and took her children to the island. They stayed until the fall. Over the next several summers the family would again return to their island for the summer, moving back to the cities each fall. Dorothy had a job that enabled her to take much of the summers off.
During this period the cabin was equipped and furnished much as it was when the Cunningtons owned it, with a cook stove, kerosene lighting, and an outhouse. Running water was whoever went to the lake to fetch it. The Young family crossed the lake to and from the island in an old wooden boat with an even older three-horse Sea-King outboard motor. More often than not, the motor did not work and the family ended up rowing.
Nancy and Dorothy Young inside cabin- about 1953One family story recalled from this period was the time during a hot July day when Dorothy sent her sons, Tim and Ted, off with fifty cents to purchase a block of ice from Rockwood Lodge. The children got the ice from the resort's ice house and loaded it into their boat. But rather than return to the cabin with the ice, they spend the next several hours playing with their friends. Needless to say by the time the kids returned the fifty-pound block of ice had melted to about five pounds. And mother was not happy!
The island was a busy place during the summer. Relatives and friends were always welcome, and if they stayed overnight, Dorothy always made room for them in the small cabin. The social life of the family took place at the island, at neighbors' cabins, or at the nearby resorts of Rockwood, Northwoods and Balsam Grove (now Nor'Wester). The Youngs' boat was docked at Rockwood Lodge, and later when Ted's college roommate and friend Carl Brandt Jr. purchased Balsam Grove from his mother, the boat was moved there. As Dorothy's children reached their mid-teens they worked at resorts in the area. Ted worked first as a dock boy at Rockwood and later served as a fishing guide. Tim worked at Northwoods and at Echo Ridge, a small lodge now the Perusses' cabin, and Nancy worked as a cabin-girl at Balsam Grove.
In 1972, Tim, Ted and Nancy, whose married name was now Olmem, and their spouses purchased from Matty Mattis a lot near Windigo Lodge to use as a boat landing. The lawyer handling the transaction for the three families filed the ownership deed with the following information: Ted and Barbara Young having a 1/3 ownership interest, Nancy and Terry Olmem with 1/3 ownership interest and Timothy and Lois Young with 1/2 ownership interest.
Ted and Barbara Young, in May of 1974, moved from Chicago to the island and became year-round residents. In October of 1975 their son Joey was born. The family raised chickens, goats, duck, geese and pigs on the island. They eked out an existence by doing odd jobs, guiding and working at the resorts on the lake. One memory from this period was young Joey running down from the garden screaming and holding up his diapers with the geese biting him in the behind as he ran.
In the winter the cabin was heated by wood. While some of the firewood was cut on the island, most was hauled in by snowmobile from the mainland.
Sled dogs were brought to the island in 1975 and a dog sled touring business was started shortly thereafter. The business, first called "Young's Dog Sled Freighting Service", would become Boundary Country Trekking.
Phone service at a cost of $25 was installed on the island in 1979. An addition was added to the cabin in 1980. The addition added an another bedroom and a new kitchen.
Shortly thereafter Arrowhead Electric Coop ran electric power to the Island. In preparation Ted cut-open the right-away on the mainland and island where the line was to run. And he recalled the cold-snowy-very windy day the power-company ran the lines and brought the transformer across the lake. According to Ted, "dragging the power line from the point on the mainland across the channel went pretty smooth. But bring the transformer across was a different matter. We tied two boats together loaded the heavy transformer aboard and started across. The waves were pretty big. We were lucky to get the across without tipping the boat and loosing the transformer in the lake It was a pretty hairy experience!"
The island cabin was converted into a B&B in 1983 and ran until 1992.
In a ceremony during the summer of 1986 honoring Dorothy, and attended by many of the her
Poplar Lake neighbors, the island was formally dedicated as "Dorothy Young's Island." A
Bronze plaque affixed to a large rock in front of the island's cabin testifies to this event and her
desire that the island should someday be passed on to her grandchildren. Dorothy continued to
return to the island until her death in 1987. With her death, the island was passed to her three
children and their spouses.
Joey grew up and left the island to follow his dreams" in 1998. He had attended school in Grand Marais, catching the school bus on the Gunflint at the mainland boat landing. Rarely did he ever miss school because of ice conditions. In the winter he often was able to bike to the bus stop using the frozen snowmobile path as his bike trail.
Following the 1999 Blowdown the Young family responded with an ambitious program to clear the down trees littering the island. A logger was hired, and in February of 2000 the logger and his son brought a skidder and log forwarder over the ice-covered lake. The loggers went to work clear the down trees, salvaging what they could by dragging them across the lake and piling the rest to be burned. Due to the early spring, this equipment had to be removed by mid March. Additional clearing, piling and later burning was continued throughout the summer by hand. That summer the family held a tree-planting weekend on the island and over a thousand red and white pine seedlings were planted.
Ted and Barbara moved from the island in April of 2000 to the Bed and Breakfast they were building on Little Ollie Lake. With their departure the island reverted to its original use as a summer home.
Terry and Nancy Olmem were the island's main occupants during the summers. Since Nancy was a schoolteacher in Duluth she was able to spend much of the summer there. During the summers of 2006 and 2007 the Olmems replaced many rotting timbers beneath the cabin and rebuilt the sagging dock.
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In July 2007 the Young and Olmem families, in order to perpetuate the continued use and administration of the affairs of the island by their descendants, established the Dorothy Young's Island Limited Liability Corporation (LLC). Members of this new LLC are Tim Young, Nancy Olmem and Ted Young. It is the Corporation's mission to continue the Young family's heritage by passing on the island in the future to Dorothy Young's direct descendants, thereby fulfilling her wish that someday her grandchildren would inherit the island.
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