Showing posts with label Western Writers of America. Show all posts
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Sunday, August 9, 2026

Hammer, Horseshoe and Invention, The Story of an Iowa Renaissance Man


MATTHEW EDEL's 
BLACKSMITH SHOP 

                                 

The sign points the way to Edel's Blacksmith Shop in Haverhill Iowa. Photo by the author

The stories of the true west aren't just about lawman and outlaws. The west could have never been tamed without the steel and grit of hard work and innovation.

-G.C. Stevens

                    HAVERHILL IOWA

On a bright and fair summer day, I took an Iowa road less traveled. I exited the black top and hit the gravel road. I heard my wives voice in my head, say "roll up the windows, or dust will get in the truck, this is Iowa," I heeded the voice, hit the button and as the window slid up, I left a dirty contrail behind me, heading into the Kelly-green hills of a summertime Iowa. I was looking for a small town in Central Iowa called Haverhill. I had seen an informational sign on highway 330 multiple times over the years indicating that there was a historic blacksmiths shop somewhere in the area. I had traveled this route many times, but today, I felt compelled to finally take a look at what was out there. As I tracked the GPS on my phone, I suddenly found myself the small, quaint historic town of Haverhill Iowa. Upon entering Haverhill, I was greeted by rolling cornfields, old buildings and a prominent church steeple, which dominated the landscape. The surroundings were serene and beautiful. I pulled up across the street from old blacksmith's shop which was an old period building with faded wooded siding and a wooden shingle roof. I noticed that the door was open, so I walked in and saw that there was a man sitting on a chair. He greeted me and welcomed me to the Matthew Edel's blacksmith shop. I immediately noticed that this place was not a recreation, but the real thing. It glowed with the patina of days gone by. There was no flooring, only a dirt floor, rusty horseshoes hung from the ceiling, tools still laid where they were left back in 1940 when the doors were locked and the smell of metal and must hung in the air. My tour guide Pat Kopsa guided me through every inch of the Mathew Edel's world and showed me the fruits of his labor. During the tour it became apparent that Matthew Edel was a resourceful innovator, who served the farming community well during his life. The things that he created were carefully left in place for all to see, hand made pliers, horseshoes, gardening tools, and self styled tools invented by Matthew for use on local farms were all present.

                            Matthew Edel & Family: Photo courtesy of the Edel historic site

His hands forged steal, the callus and blackened hands that swung the hammer, the man who toils in the forge, purveyor of goods and services, blacksmith, wheelwright, Ferrier, Inventor and jack of all trades, a rural renaissance man. Strong, resourceful, proud. That was Matthew Edel.

-G.C. Stevens

  Edel Blackmith shop, built 1883  Photo by the author

Matthews was an immigrant from Germany, who settled in Haverhill in 1883 where he built this shop and the house behind on a half-city block. Edel was an entrepreneur, operating a successful business and manufacturer operation.  His hands forged steal: The callus and blackened hands that swung the hammer, a man who toiled in the forge, purveyor of goods and services, blacksmith, wheelwright, Ferrier, Inventor and jack of all trades, a rural renaissance man who was strong, resourceful, proud. That was Matthew Edel. During World War I, Edel also added an automobile service garage to the west end of the blacksmith shop. When Edel died in 1940, his family closed the blacksmith shop and left it intact but idle until the Edel family donated it to the state of Iowa in 1986. It remains a rare example of an authentic 19th-century blacksmith shop. A new building to the west is a working blacksmith shop constructed in 1996 with the help of volunteer blacksmiths. The State Historical Society of Iowa owns and manages the site which was placed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1983.

                            
 Tour Guide: Pat Kopsa gave me a highly detailed and informative tour of the Edel Blacksmith shop and property. Photo by the author.





Monuments and plaques greet visitors at the front door
Photos by the author


Tools of all kinds and metal parts lay in organized sections
throughout the shop, Photo by the author

The original foot operated bellows which still works hangs from the ceiling
above the forge photo by the author

The original forge which was eventually converted with an electric blower when electricity came to Haverhill Iowa











Tuesday, August 4, 2026

Frontier Photographers: C.M. Flanders: By G.C. Stevens

 


All photos are from the authors collection
Photo collecting is like another form of archaeology, in that some photos have their own type of cuneiform etched into them by the Photographic Artists who created them. If we are lucky, some of these artifacts have the names of the subjects in the photo written on the back. If we're really lucky, additional information could also appears on the back of the photo if another person, such as a relative took some due diligence to record more data on the photo. Though in most cases the antique photos are as blank as the face of the sphinx in Egypt, and all we are left with is the faces of the person(s), who sat for the picture. But luckily many cabinet cards bare the names, logos and artworks of the photographers and the companies who employed them embossed on the front of each photo, and many of them are from the early days of the frontier (1860's-1890s) Photographers. Author, Carl Mautz, captured the names and the essence of the frontier "Shadow Catchers" in his book, "Biographies of Western Photographers". One of the Photographers listed was Charles M. Flanders, who was active in Corydon Iowa from 1889-1892. This towns name conjures up images of outlaws because eighteen years prior in 1871, the famed outlaw Jesse James had robbed the Ocobock Bank in Corydon, as I looked at the pictures, I wonder if any of the people in the in the photos below were old enough to remember when that happened? But alas... We may never know.
CM Flanders:
Name appears in the book "Biographies of Western Photographer", by Carl Mautz (Pg# 225)
Flanders, Charles M. 
Flanders had a studio in Glenwood, Mills County, in the 1890s. NSA reports a single view seen of a group of women posed by piano in studio. Burgess lists Humeston (1887–1892), Corydon (1889–1892), and Glenwood (1895–1897) 
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The Secret Army of Historians: By G.C. Stevens

 

Union Spy at Camp Griffin 1861, Photo Courtesy of the Library of Congress

It's in the dark of the wee hours of the morning as the photos and clues are laid out on the table. The fingers are flying about the keyboard and arrangements are made to gather more information. Another lead is found, another historic society contacted, another state historical library queried, another document is in the mail, another page in the book has been written. The secret/not so secret agents of historic preservation and truth are on the prowl. Who are theses brave and diligent fools who dare operate outside the confines of the paid and controlled gatekeepers of history? 
There is a cadre of legendary men and women who test the boundaries of narratives, who seeks the truth in great detail, they stand against canned knowledge of grand opinionated diplomas to dig out the truth of family and local history. They are unpaid and sometimes unloved and even threatened because their bravery. They work against the current forces of evil, as the storm rolls in an attempt to crush their spirit's, but these hero's cannot be deterred.  They are bloodlines of their ancestors, the keepers of their family history, the Indiana Jones of their time. They possess hard drives of digital information and possess an attic full of documents and photos.  Theses people come from all walks of life, they are living historians, genealogists, writers and average everyday people, who's mission comes from the heart.
-G.C. Stevens

Saturday, May 23, 2026

A Morning at the Occidental Hotel: By Jefferson Glass

 

Author Jefferson Glass

“Do you love me, Jane? Or was that just whiskey talkin’ last night?”

The quilt fell to her waist as she sat up beside him in bed and lit a cheroot. “What do you think?” she asked grinning coyly as she exhaled a ring of smoke.

“I’m not sure. I’ve never been with a woman quite as enthusiastic . . . or as vocal as you,” he answered.

“If I did, what use would I have for a no-account outlaw such as yourself?” she prodded.

“No-account?” he exclaimed. “I’ve got a place down on Blue Creek, I’ll have you know. Filed on in Douglas and everything.”

“Oh, so you’re going to be a big cattle rancher, huh? You don’t know nothin’ about cows ‘cept how to rustle ‘em.”

“Horses,” he corrected.

“So, you’re moving up to horse-thief,” she scoffed as she took another long pull on her cigar. “You always have liked a fast pony when you’re running from the law.”

“No, I’d go straight.”

“Straight to Hell at the end of a rope most likely,” she blew another smoke-ring.

“You never answered my question.”

“Which one?”

“Do you really love me?”

“We can have another toss right now,” her sly grin returned. “I’ll show you.”

“Just a minute,” he responded as he climbed out of bed and slid his pants on. “I’ll be right back.” He pulled his suspenders over his bare shoulders and slipped out the door down the hall to the privy.

Jane sat on the side of the bed considering the question… she hadn’t been with a man since Bill got killed. The urge had been building inside her for a week when she rode into town yesterday afternoon and paid for her room. She’d crossed the street and bought a calico dress then came back to take a bath in hot water with perfumed soap, unlike stripping down beside a cold stream in the middle of nowhere. When she proceeded to put on the dress, she realized her lack of lady’s undergarments. The men’s drawers she usually wore beneath her overalls would not suffice, so she dressed without any.

The cool breeze from below enhanced her mood as she descended the stairs to the saloon for supper. She was drinking a beer with her steak when he walked in from the dusty street beating the remnants of the trail from his clothing with his hat. It had been a while since she’d seen him. Good looking, smiling and friendly as always, he dropped a coin on the bar and ordered whiskey.

“Care to join me?” she asked.

The man squinted toward her; not yet accustomed to the darkness indoors she thought.

The woman at the corner table looked familiar as she sat looking across her meal at him. Plain yet almost handsome in her calico dress, he couldn’t quite place her. He recognized the voice when she spoke, but struggled to identify where he’d heard it. As he crossed the room it suddenly came to him. Her normal attire had always been a man’s pants and shirt covered by an oversized coat with a slouch hat on her head. The comprehension brought a toothy grin. She cleaned up quite agreeably.

“Hello, Jane,” he greeted pulling up a chair. “You look nice this evening.”

*****

The calico dress that had laid on the floor, now draped across a chair by the window. He glanced out onto the empty street below before noticing the piece of paper laying on the dress.


Butch,

I’ll be seeing you around.

J. Canary

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