Minnesota Prairie Roots

Writing and photography by Audrey Kletscher Helbling

Hey, all you foodies and fun-loving folks… September 28, 2012

IT’S GOING TO BE ONE of those glorious fall weekends in Minnesota. Trees flaming with color. Crisp cobalt blue skies. A certain awareness that these sunny, warm days of autumn will soon morph into the gray weeks of winter.

But let’s not go there.

Instead, hop in the car and take a fall drive this weekend. Follow a meandering gravel road. Banish “hurry” from your vocabulary. Slow down. Park your vehicle and walk.

Then dine at a local community-centered activity like Cannon Valley Lutheran High School’s annual auction at the Morristown Community Center beginning at 4:30 p.m. on Saturday.

Wait a minute, you say. What does that have to do with food?

Well, the CVLHS event includes a bake sale. I know the woman organizing the bake sale and, based on that, you can be assured of an excellent selection of home-baked goods.

You can’t beat the food served during the CVLHS auction, like this pork sandwich, potato salad and homemade apple pie.

Not only that, you can eat a little lunch at the CVLHS auction. Hot pork, beef and cheesy turkey sandwiches. Salads. Pies from the Trinity Pie Makers (of Trinity Lutheran Church in Faribault, my church) and assorted desserts. The food alone is well worth attending this event. Take that from someone—me—who has sampled this delicious food several times. (Click here to read a previous post about the CVLHS auction.)

One dozen of Kathy Hallanger’s fall-themed cookies sold for $40 at a previous auction.

Check out the silent auction items (auction runs from 4:30 p.m. – 6:30 p.m.) and then stay for the live auction of items (beginning at 7 p.m.) like a week at an Iowa resort, theatre tickets, framed artwork, homemade cookies, a garden bench, 11 yards of clean gravel, a 2000 wheelchair accessible van and, ta-da, this just in from my friend Mike Young, volunteer development director at CVLHS:

Just to let you know…another example of how great people are…as I am standing in the office at CVLHS this morning…looking straight at the window…in pulls a pickup and trailer with an “M” 1944 Farmall Tractor for the auction!

So there, need a vintage tractor? Or how about a goat? Mike told me earlier this week about a game involving a real goat. Seems someone may be “stuck” with a goat, although you apparently can buy “goat insurance” to insure yourself from owning said goat.

The Ray Sands Band played at the 2011 Germanfest.

Then, on Sunday, head east of Faribault to St. John’s United Church of Christ, Wheeling Township, for the congregation’s annual Germanfest which includes a 10 a.m. worship service, a 3 p.m. polka praise service and a German buffet served from 11 a.m. – 2 p.m. and then again from 4 p.m. – 6 p.m.

Deutsche food served in 2011: German potato salad, red cabbage, sauerbraten, rinderwurst, a brat, sauerkraut, beets and green beans on my plate.

And, yes, I ‘ve attended and can vouch for the deliciousness of the German meal and the enjoyment of the polka service. Additionally, you’ll find a bake shop (there’s that food thing again), Christmas store, quilt show, petting zoo, root beer stand, bingo and farmer’s market. (Click here to read a post I published last September about Germanfest.)

Will you be attending a community event this weekend? If so, feel free to share in a comment. Or are you organizing or participating in any such event this weekend in Minnesota? Here’s your chance to spread the word. Submit a brief comment with info. It’s all about community here on Minnesota Prairie Roots.

© Copyright 2012 Audrey Kletscher Helbling

 

Who’s buying Native American artifacts at a Minnesota auction? May 7, 2012

Native American artifacts and Civil War items are auctioned off Saturday in Faribault by Helbling Auctioneers. Here two of auctioneer Bob Helbling Jr.’s sons assist with the sale.

HIS WIFE IS HALF INDIAN, he says, and a member of the Ho-Chunk Nation in Wisconsin.

I ask if she owns any Ho-Chunk artifacts.

“It’s funny,” he says. “Indians don’t have anything.”

I take that as a “no.”

So this western Wisconsin resident is here on this Saturday afternoon at the Elks Lodge in Faribault, looking to add to his small collection. He’s managed to successfully bid on some arrowheads, among the 3,000-plus High Plains artifacts from a private collector being auctioned off by Helbling Auctioneers of Kindred, N.D.

Boxed collections of artifacts , like the arrowheads in the foreground, are in line to be sold.

Orderly rows of stone tools line a table.

Primarily Catlinite pipes fill a boxed collection.

As I peruse the merchandise—everything from arrowheads to stone tools, beads, pipes and more—I wonder about the mostly male bidders who have come here from Minnesota and neighboring states to bid on the artifacts found on private land in North Dakota and Minnesota from 1940 – 1965.

I engage several in conversation, like the Wisconsinite and the man from Gibbon who purchased a stone tool used for grinding grain. He tells me initially that he’s from New Ulm, a community which 150 years ago was at the center of the U.S. – Dakota War of 1862. I tell him my mom’s family, the Bodes, are from nearby Courtland, Turns out his grandma was a Bode.

We share a common interest in the U.S. – Dakota War. The Bode family history includes the story of my farmer forefathers who fled to the safety of nearby St. Peter during the war.

Postcard photos of Native Americans

Then I meet a man from the Twin Cities area who, with a degree in Native American history, could likely talk for hours on the subject of injustices heaped upon Native Americans. He tells me something so unbelievable, so inflammatory, that I feel my mouth drop open.

“Most people are so blind to things about Native Americans,” he says as I probe, asking why I should believe what he’s just shared. He has friends on the reservation, he explains, friends who have told him of this awful, horrible thing I cannot write about here because I cannot verify the information.

His interest in Native Americans traces back to his mother, who grew up near the Mandan Indian Village in North Dakota. He’s here, this man who regularly takes donations of clothing and other items to northern Minnesota Indian reservations, here sitting alone at a back table observing the auction. He’s purchased 24 arrowheads on this Saturday to add to his collection of arrowheads, beadwork and trading beads from the Sioux and the Ojibway.

Likewise, an Arlington man has picked up a few spear points for his collection.

I ask how long he’s collected Native American artifacts.

“You don’t want to know,” he laughs, then admits to collecting for 60 years.

Bidding on auction items.

As I observe and photograph, it is easy to pick out the serious collectors, like the group of men clustered around a table accumulating stacks of boxed artifacts, examining their purchases with an eye-piece magnifying glass.

A successful bidder examines the artifacts he’s purchased.

Some collectors accumulate quite a stack of boxed artifacts during the sale.

Or the men with boxes piled at their feet, so intent on the auction they don’t notice me on the floor with my camera.

Or the individuals motioning the auctioneer assistants over for a closer look at artifacts as bidding jockeys between competing buyers.

Or the bidder who pays $250 for a single Paleo point.

Paleo points from 10,000 – 12,000 are the rarest item up for auction, says auctioneer Bob Helbling Jr. who has been auctioning off Native American artifacts for some 20 years with several such sales annually. He also points out a child-size antler scraper and a buffalo bone spoon as rare artifacts.

Saturday marks Helbling’s second Native American artifact auction in Faribault, a location chosen because the auctioneer likes to try out different locales. He had a successful sale here last year in this community conveniently located along Interstate 35 in southeastern Minnesota.

Most artifact collections come from estates, says Helbling, noting that typically the children of deceased collectors just don’t have any interest in the collections.

But it is apparent on this rainy Saturday that many others are plenty interested in history and in collecting Native American artifacts.

DISCLAIMER: Bob Helbling Jr. of Helbling Auctioneers is my husband’s second cousin. Prior to Saturday, the two had never met and my husband and I were unaware of the family connection. That relationship did not affect the writing or content of this post.

© Copyright 2012 Audrey Kletscher Helbling

 

The anatomy of an Allis-Chalmers auction on a Minnesota farm August 6, 2010

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THEY CAME…

the young

and the older

to Allis-Chalmers collector Carl Krueger’s farm

where he sold his beloved truck

and his cherished Allis-Chalmers tractors

to the highest bidders.

The collectible Allis-Chalmers tractors

even the Wallis

and the Allis-Chalmers tractor manual sold.

But the neighbor’s rare 1964 Schafer failed to get a high enough bid.

Auction attendees fueled up on bars from the Lutherans

clasped steering wheels

at the auction on a Minnesota farm field on an August afternoon.

© Copyright 2010 Audrey Kletscher Helbling

(See my August 2 post for additional photos from Carl Krueger’s Allis-Chalmers auction.)

 

Guys and their tractors, at an Allis-Chalmers auction August 2, 2010

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Bidding proceeds on the 50-plus Allis-Chalmers tractors at the auction.

WHEN MY HUSBAND SUGGESTED Saturday morning that we take in a large Allis-Chalmers auction at North Morristown, I balked.

Why would I want to stand in the middle of a field on a hot and humid summer day and watch an auctioneer sell old tractors and other farm equipment?

“It’s blog material,” Randy said.

He got me there and he knew it, so Saturday afternoon I relented and tagged along, camera bag in tow.

Maring Auction Company ran the auction on Carl Krueger's farm.

The auction had already been going 4 ½ hours when we arrived at collector Carl Krueger’s farm next to Trinity Lutheran Church and School, which is North Morristown. Randy parked our car among the rows and rows of pick-up trucks that stretched across the trampled alfalfa field. Up and over, on the other side of the hill, people swarmed like ants around the auctioneer’s truck and around the orange tractors and other farm equipment spread out in orderly rows.

This steel wheeled tractor immediately grabbed my attention upon arrival at the auction

A close-up of that steel wheeled tractor in a long line of tractors.

Immediately, I saw the potential and soon parted ways with Randy, who was primarily interested in the tractors while I was primarily interested in the crowd. I had already spotted several photogenic characters. Not that I ignored the pumpkin orange tractors; they, too, offered ample photo ops.

But the bidders, the curious, intrigued me the most, mostly because many sported bright orange attire. If I had been on a highway, I would have thought we were in a construction zone.

I quickly determined that these Allis-Chalmers folks are pretty devoted to their brand. Otherwise, why would you willingly choose to dress like this? I’m no fashionista, but even I would need to think twice before donning bib overalls, a bright orange shirt and an equally bright cap. I saw plenty of all three at the auction.

The dress code of the day: Allis-Chalmers orange.

"The Allis-Chalmers Kid," Carl Krueger, left, watched as his tractors were sold at Saturday's auction.

Clearly, these folks love and respect old tractors, and I appreciate that. As I watched, men (the crowd was overwhelmingly male) settled onto the seats of Allis tractors, clasped their hands upon the steering wheels and drove away in their imaginations. Palms caressed tractor metal. Butts connected with tractor tires, offering a temporary resting place in the heat of the afternoon.

Three men rest on three tires on three Allis-Chalmers around 3 o'clock.

Many a potential buyer, or simply an Allis-Chalmers devotee, settled onto a tractor seat.

Leaning on, touching, climbing--all were important in evaluating Allis-Chalmers tractors at the auction.

Randy was right. I had found sufficient blog material here on this hillside farm field on an August afternoon. But after 1 ½ hours of pursuing photos, I needed a break.

“Is my face all red?” I asked, knowing the answer before the words even tipped my tongue. When I get overheated, my face turns beet red. I sought out the shade of a pole shed, where volunteers from Trinity school were selling beverages, sandwiches, bars and other food. I dipped my hand into a beverage-cooling cattle tank and swiped refreshing water across my flushed skin. Since I didn’t have any money with me for bottled water or pop, I was tempted to slurp a handful of water too. But I figured that wouldn’t be appropriate although no one probably would have cared. I talked to a few people, snapped several images and aimed back toward the field to find my misplaced husband. He was still ogling the tractors.

A long orange line of Allis-Chalmers tractors awaited bidders.

“My dad had one like that,” he said, pointing to the 1950s Allis Chalmers WD, just one in the long orange line. Oops, that’s John Deere’s tag—the line, the long green line. I met a guy who dared to wear his John Deere t-shirt here in this oasis of orange. His girlfriend has an Allis-Chalmers, he explained, as if justifying his attire, even his presence.

I wanted to tell him: “I don’t think it really matters. I’m here. I’m not wearing orange and, uh, we don’t own a pick-up truck.”

Pick-up trucks lined the alfalfa field at the auction site.

WATCH FOR ADDITIONAL auction photos later this week on Minnesota Prairie Roots.

© Copyright 2010 Audrey Kletscher Helbling

 

 
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