Minnesota Prairie Roots

Writing and photography by Audrey Kletscher Helbling

“Winter’s Song,” memories, reflections & writing from Minnesota March 21, 2024

This abandoned farmhouse once stood along Minnesota State Highway 19 east of my hometown of Vesta on the southwestern Minnesota prairie. It’s no longer there. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo 2013)

A TIME EXISTED when I loved winter. The snow more than the cold. During my growing up years on a southwestern Minnesota farm, I could not wait for the first snowfall, which then piled snow upon snow upon snow for months.

This huge, hard-as-rock towering snowdrift blocked my childhood farm driveway in March 1965. (Photo credit: Elvern Kletscher)

Fierce prairie winds swept snow around outbuildings, sculpting rock-hard drifts, an ideal landscape for Canadian Mounties. Snow pushed into piles by the loader of Dad’s John Deere tractor became mountains, rugged terrain to conquer. And pristine snow presented the perfect canvas for a game of Fox and Goose.

Our southwestern Minnesota farmyard is buried in snowdrifts in this March 1965 image. (Photo credit: Elvern Kletscher)

I remember, too, the crisp winter evenings of walking from barn to house after finishing chores. Packed snow crunched beneath my buckle overshoes. Frigid air bit at my nose, my mouth streaming billows of vapor. Overhead a billion stars pricked light into the immense black sky. Ahead of me, windows glowed in our tiny wood-frame farmhouse.

Those are the good memories I choose to remember. Not the near-frozen fingers. Not the pot on the porch because we had no bathroom. Not the house foundation wrapped in brown paper to seal out the cold. Not the central oil-burning stove that never kept the house warm enough.

Today I have it so much better. A warm house with a bathroom. No cows or calves to feed or straw bales to shake or manure to scoop. No dealing with cracked, chapped, bleeding hands. I have every reason today to embrace winter minus many of the hardships of yesteryear. But I find I don’t.

I’m working, though, on shifting my attitude back to that of appreciating a season which is often harsh here in Minnesota, although not in this unseasonably mild and nearly snow-less winter of 2023-2024. Last winter, now that was a record snowfall winter which tested many a life-long Minnesotan. Except perhaps my friend Jackie of Rochester, who loves winter.

The vintage winter photo gracing the cover of Mischke’s book is from the archives of the Minnesota Historical Society. (Minnesota Prairie Roots photo)

Writer, musician, podcaster and former radio talk show host TD Mischke also loves winter (most of the time) as evidenced in his book Winter’s Song—A Hymn to the North, published in 2023 by Skywater Publishing Cooperative. I happened upon his collection of winter writing at my brother-in-law and sister-in-law’s house north of the metro. Jon is about as avid an outdoorsman as they come. Hunting. Fishing. And in the dead of winter, spearfishing on the frozen lake. This seemed a book written just for him.

Recognizing the Mischke name, I immediately inquired whether the writer, TD Mischke, was any relation to Sy Mischke, friend of my late father-in-law. Sy, a “character” by my definition, was TD’s uncle. TD Mischke certainly writes about characters in Winter’s Song.

Clearing snow is a sometimes endless task during a Minnesota winter. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo)

His collection of short stories, essays and three poems honors Midwest winters. Not in a fully nostalgic way, but with a mix of reality. Winters are, admittedly, brutal. But also brimming blessings. The word “hymn” in the book title fits.

A lovely winter scene photographed in 2019 north of Faribault. It portrays the beauty of winter. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo 2019)

As I read through the short chapters, I found myself liking winter more and more. And that’s thanks to Mischke’s storytelling skills, his attention to detail, his introspective writing, his humor, his honest portrayal of winter in Minnesota. Not everyone is meant to live here. That Mischke acknowledges. But he also acknowledges the toughness, stamina, strength and endurance of those who call the North home. I agree that it takes a bit of fortitude to manage some six months of winter. I felt in that moment a sense of pride as a life-long Minnesotan.

Spring erupts in budding trees at Falls Creek Park, rural Faribault. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo May 2019)

That brings me to the second to last chapter of Winter’s Song—“Lessons of March.” It seemed only fitting that I was reading this chapter near the end of March on a day of predicted snow. I’ve never liked March much. But Mischke reminded me that this often grey month, which can throw in surprise snowstorms, should be appreciated for the simple reason that it makes us appreciate April even more. The arrival of spring. He’s right. Winter is often about perspective. After finishing Winter’s Song, I feel my thoughts shifting toward a renewed appreciation for this longest of seasons here in Minnesota.

FYI: Winter’s Song—A Hymn to the North is a finalist for the 2024 Emilie Buchwald Award for Minnesota Nonfiction. Minnesota Book Award winners will be announced May 7. To listen to TD Mischke’s podcast, The Mischke Roadshow, click here.

 

13 Responses to ““Winter’s Song,” memories, reflections & writing from Minnesota”

  1. Valerie's avatar Valerie Says:

    I’ve always liked March. 😉

    And I used to like winter… skating on the outdoor rink near my house, sledding on our neighbor’s hill, skiing when I was in high school, and even shoveling the driveway. Now I’m not a fan of the ice, or cold, although I still try to embrace it. This winter was a nice break, as i sit here and see snow flurries. ha

  2. beth's avatar beth Says:

    what a beautiful shift in perspective, i too loved the winter and snow, when young, the more the better, but as an adult began to see it as more of a negative, for driving, for getting things done, for the cold, for the necessary slowing down. it is good to remember why we loved it

    • I think I will always need to consciously “try” to like winter as an adult. As we age, winter presents more concerning challenges, especially safely navigating whether on foot or by wheel, as you note. I think it’s slowing down, seeing the beauty and reflecting on all the reasons I loved winter as a child that can shift my perspective toward embracing this season.

  3. Bernadette Hondl Thomasy's avatar Bernadette Hondl Thomasy Says:

    This sounds like a lovely book and the title so apt. My favorite part of your post is the winter landscape from 2019 near Faribault. It looks like a painting. Absolutely stunning photo. Well done.

    • Bernadette, as a Baby Boomer farm girl like me, you would absolutely love “Winter’s Song.” I’m sure of it. TD Mischke is a gifted writer.

      Thank you for appreciating my photo. I agree that it looks like a painting. I shot this scene from the passenger side window of our van while Randy was driving at interstate speed along I35 aiming south toward Faribault. Even I was amazed by the results. Set the shutter speed, frame the image as best I can and click. The lighting, the unusual cloud formation, the farm site…everything came together to create this artsy photo.

  4. KathyG's avatar KathyG Says:

    Wow the photos of your farm home and snow and all you bundled up against the cold wind just gives me the chills. :)Even though raised and living in Minnesota my first 28 years I can still feel the sting of cold hands and feet. we did have a bathroom however so thankful for that!!! you are a pioneer!!!🩷

    • That’s a first, to be called a “pioneer.” Eventually my parents built a new house, when I was twelve. Oh, to have a bathroom.

      Those winters back in the 1960s were fierce. Back in the day, it seems like we got a lot more snow. These photos prove that.

  5. Lovely post, Audrey. I especially liked the old photos. 🙂

  6. Beth Ann's avatar Beth Ann Says:

    Brrrr. Your pictures are so lifelike it brought a chill to my body. It’s always good to try to find the positive in things and this book definitely does that. Fun post.


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