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History. Nature. Nonfiction. HTML: "David Laskin deploys historical fact of the finest grain to tell the story of a monstrous blizzard that caught the settlers of the Great Plains utterly by surprise. . . . This is a book best read with a fire roaring in the hearth and a blanket and box of tissues near at hand." � Erik Larson, author of The Devil in the White City "Heartbreaking. . . . This account of the 1888 blizzard reads like a thriller." � Entertainment Weekly The gripping true story of an epic prairie snowstorm that killed hundreds of newly arrived settlers and cast a shadow on the promise of the American frontier. January 12, 1888, began as an unseasonably warm morning across Nebraska, the Dakotas, and Minnesota, the weather so mild that children walked to school without coats and gloves. But that afternoon, without warning, the atmosphere suddenly, violently changed. One moment the air was calm; the next the sky exploded in a raging chaos of horizontal snow and hurricane-force winds. Temperatures plunged as an unprecedented cold front ripped through the center of the continent. By the next morning, some five hundred people lay dead on the drifted prairie, many of them children who had perished on their way home from country schools. In a few terrifying hours, the hopes of the pioneers had been blasted by the bitter realities of their harsh environment. Recent immigrants from Germany, Norway, Denmark, and the Ukraine learned that their free homestead was not a paradise but a hard, unforgiving place governed by natural forces they neither understood nor controlled. With the storm as its dramatic, heartbreaking focal point, The Children's Blizzard captures this pivotal moment in American history by tracing the stories of five families who were forever changed that day. David Laskin has produced a masterful portrait of a tragic crucible in the settlement of the American heartland. The P.S. edition features an extra 16 pages of insights into the book, including author interviews, recommended reading, and more..… (more)
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David Laskin goes on to show exactly what he means by that statement as he explains the failures on the part of the US Army and their Signal Corps, who were charged with forecasting the weather, particularly cold waves; the teachers, who released their students to walk home, sometimes miles away, when the better option would have been to hunker down in the school house; and the Eastern and Northern European immigrants themselves, who settled in the Great Plains without realizing how very hard life in this location would be.
Thoroughly researched, this heartbreaking book is full of vignettes describing the immigrant families and how the blizzard effected them. Sadly, on that January 1888 day,that dawned warmer than in months, children left behind their heavy coats and headed off to school. But by mid-day, as the temperature plummeted, the blizzard set in and those same children tried to get home across the frozen prairie. What a monumental task when it was impossible to see your hand in front of your face and in a matter of minutes your eyelids were frozen shut.
Laskin gave me a new appreciation for the hardships that are part and parcel of life on the prairie, as well as specific information about this deadly day in our history. Highly recommended.
The author follows a few
Details on the scientific background of weather forecasting is given in simple terms which I found readable and helped to move the story forward. I was surprised at the knowledge that they did have in the 1880’s, but with a storm that approached so rapidly and was so severe, there really appeared to be little the Weather Bureau could do. Of course, that didn’t appear to stop a certain amount of fact spinning in the days immediately after this tragedy.
An interesting book that once more gives proof that nature should always be respected and when dealing with weather, it’s better to err on the side of caution.
Setting: January 1888, Dakota territory, Iowa, Minnesota, and Nebraska
January on the prairie is never exactly balmy. The weather had been very cold all month. Then it warmed up for a while - not a lot, but enough that people seized the chance to get
Weathermen today love to talk about the "warm before the storm," and this was a classic example. The storm hit with incredible power, bringing punishing winds and very fine, stinging snow that covered everything outside in minutes. Those folks caught away from home were in big trouble. And many of them were the school children.
Laskin seems to have done his research on this one. The stories of the children were amazing and often heartbreaking. That part was very good. But what I didn't enjoy as much was the story of the Signal Corps and the effort place blame for the number of deaths caused by the storm. It was a blizzard. The blizzard was to blame.
Seriously, it's hard to see how things could have ended any differently. It was 1888. There were no satellite weather imaging thingies. There wasn't even reliable radio. The weather stations themselves weren't even equipped with telegraph lines liking them up to each other. And if there were, how were they supposed to broadcast their weather forecasts? Forecasting then was even more a matter of absolute luck and guesswork. But there was no way to make them public anyway. They had some sort of flags and alerts they issued, I wasn't quite clear on that, but no one in the little prairie towns could have known about them. It wasn't like they put them in the newspaper or on the radio.
I felt that this technical part took too much focus away from the part that I really found good, which was about the storm itself and how people managed to survive or didn't. This other bit about the science of it all was just a distraction. I wound up skipping most of that. Still, it was a good book and I would recommend it. It's just that compared to The Worst Hard Time, I knew that it could have been much better. 3.5 stars
Using a wide variety of sources, Laskin has put together this account of that fateful day, but the book is much more than just a retelling of the event. He also details other immigrants' experiences such as tough crossings, and the often difficult life once they reached the Dakota territory. Laskin also discusses the state of weather forecasting at the time, and asks some pretty pointed questions about the issue of fault during the course of a natural disaster. I think a lot of people would also agree that the book is a definite statement on the power of nature and the horror it can inflict when people are unprepared (not that people can always be prepared for natural disasters).
I'd definitely recommend this to people who like history in focused, short bursts (like this book or along the lines of something like Isaac's Storm) rather than out of texts. The only part where it even felt a bit boggy was the discussion on the history of weather forecasting, but that didn't really detract from my reading. If you're also interested in life on the plains, this is a good one to read as well. Very well written -- I couldn't stop reading it once I started.
I have to say, my primary reactions to this history of what was to be called "The Schoolchildren's Blizzard" seems to consist largely of "This is interesting, but..."
The account of the storm itself actually takes up less of the book than one might expect. First, it's preceded by some background on the settlement of the American prairies and the history of various immigrant families who were caught in the blizzard, including the motivations that drove them to leave their former homes and the hardships they faced on the journey and afterward. This is interesting, but it bounces back and forth between the tales of the various families so much that I found it a little difficult to keep track of everyone.
Then it goes on to explain in great detail how the storm formed, what the state of whether forecasting was at the time, whose job it was to predict this sort of thing, and why there wasn't more warning. This is interesting, but contains perhaps more information about the internal politics of 19th century weather forecasting than I ever actually wanted to know.
The chapters that do cover the events of the storm are rather gripping, with harrowing accounts of what people experienced and some very detailed and vivid descriptions of exactly what happens to the human body as it succumbs to hypothermia. This is interesting -- very much so -- but, well, it turns out that reading about children freezing to death is just really not a good time. (I know, who would have thought?)
All of this has, however, left me with one very useful realization: I never, ever, ever want to live someplace like South Dakota. I mean, I kind of already knew that, but now I'm really sure. It's not even so much due to hearing about the horrors of the blizzard, as about how the just-slightly-below-freezing temperatures that preceded it kept being described as "warm," or even "balmy." If you ask me, anywhere that's considered warm is just not fit for human habitation.
As I began to read The Children's Blizzard, I wasn't surprised to find that Laskin was also inspired by Wilder's The Long Winter. Wilder's terrible winter was the one of 1880-1881; the titular blizzard of this book took place January 12th, 1888 and was truly a freak storm.
The media stories a century ago often called the incident 'the School-Children's Blizzard,' because so many of the dead and maimed were children and teachers. They died in the grip of a suffocating, sub-zero storm, or froze to death in their school or home. Hundreds, across Nebraska and the Dakota Territory. Laskin takes a very thorough approach and begins by talking about these pioneers and where they were from: Norway or Germany, Mennonite or Quaker, they came west seeking a promised land of plenty. He focuses on several particular families, and in doing so, creates terrible tension because it's impossible to guess who will live or who will die. This is creative non-fiction at its finest. The science is a tad daunting as it describes the unique elements world-wide that come together to create such an unusually powerful storm--measurements state that the temperature dropped eighteen degrees in three minutes--and the manner that freezing kills the body; while the science is important, overall this is a tale of humanity, and that's the real story here.
I am most definitely keeping this book on my shelf and will be referring to it for years to come.
‘The School Children’s Blizzard’, as it came to be known, swept across the
While Laskin’s text needs no diagrams or visual aids, the inclusion of one or two might have enriched it even further. That’s a mild complaint, though; Laskin’s delivery of the physics behind the blizzard is accessible and well integrated into the anecdotal feel of the book.
The conditions that Laskin describes in harrowing, meticulous detail are almost impossible to summarise in review, but the 1888 blizzard makes for gripping retelling, and Laskin builds the story and moves it along at a pace that brings the reader into jeopardy along with the sons and daughters of farmhands across the flat, empty land, wide-eyed with fear as they try to strike out for home or turn back for some known shelter as the storm arrives ‘in a moment’. The wealth of hard research (sufficient to warrant a chapter-thick addition at the end of the book entitled ‘sources’, which is interesting in itself), of meteorological data, immigration, family histories of the settlers; even the bureaucratic failings of the bodies in charge of weather forecasting only add to the tension… this is a proper history, one that revolves around the human struggle, the individual tragedies and sometimes miraculous saves of that day.
The story begins by detailing the journey of the immigrants from Norway, Germany and Eastern Europe. They were lured by the promise of free land perfect for
The author also includes several detailed sections describing weather patterns in the central part of North America, and the conditions which brought about the "perfect storm". Of course, if you've read the [Little House on the Prairie] series, specifically, [The Long Winter], you will recognize many of the towns and the stories of grasshoppers and sudden terrible storms.
The stories are heartbreaking and the stoicism of the pioneers is truly amazing.
A moving chronicle of the terrifying "children's blizzard" of January 12, 1888 in the Upper Midwest, Dakota Territory, Nebraska, Minnesota, even reaching down to Iowa,
As I read about the blizzard that hit the prairie states (the Dakotas, Nebraska, etc.) in January 1888, I realized how lucky we are now. The weather forecasting system was much less sophisticated then, and the blizzard struck with almost no warning. As a result, children who had walked to one-room schoolhouses on the morning of January 12 were faced with the choice of staying at the schoolhouse with little food or wood for fuel or trying to make their way home with almost zero visibility, strong winds, and freezing temperatures. The results were tragic. Many died in the blizzard and others were left with severe frostbite.
I read this book because it is the selection for my book club this month. I was a bit surprised by how much I liked it. Laskin not only tells the story of the blizzard. He also sets the stage by providing some background about families who had recently moved to this area and discussing the state of weather forecasting at the time. However, for me, the most interesting chapters were those that detailed the events of January 12-13 during the blizzard. Laskin interweaves the stories of a number of the children and teachers who were fighting the conditions of the blizzard, providing just the right amount of detail to paint a picture of the horrors they faced.
In "The Children's Blizzard
Today, aside from a few fine marble headstones in country graveyards and the occasionial roadside historical marker, not a trace of the blizzard of 1888 remains on the prairie. Yet in the imagination and identity of the region, the storm is as sharply etched as ever: This is a place where blizzards kill children on their way home from school.
[Emphasis his.]
Laskin does a remarkable job with the book. The reasons for the blizzard's power and deadliness are complicated, bound up not just in the weather itself but in the history of the region (and the U.S. in general), in patterns of European migration, in military affairs, even in religion. The author weaves these lines together into a gripping story; it's difficult to put the book down, even as the text moves in and out of such disparate subjects. I should add that his writing was good enough to make the story of a blizzard tangible to me even as I read it on 90° days in June.
This is one of the two best books I've read all year, and one of the best I've ever read period. It's books like this that make me love the historical-nonfiction genre. And it's stories like this that, in spite of themselves, bind me to the Great Plains.
Laskin is a careful narrator and the story is a naturally interesting one. It's not hard to build compelling pathos in the plight of so many brave
Laskin's explorations of the nascent science of meteorology can sometimes wax enthusiastically long-winded, but you'll likely find that the bulk of this book slips away easily. You may even feel guilty at how enjoyable it is.
It seems clear that Laskin had more access to the history of early meteorology (at
While Laskin seems to want badly to bring this scientific event down to a personal level, the families stories are never compelling enough to truly care about its victims nor varied enough to follow them from start to finish. So much of the book is centered around so few stories that it's easy to come away thinking that there were only a handful of victims, instead of the hundreds there actually were. This lack of pioneer family history might not be all Laskin's fault, but it does prevent him from delivering the affecting story the book shoots for.