Independence - Bits and Pieces of History...
SPORTS
Baseball
PETER MISH
Pete played in the professional baseball system for three seasons after
graduating from the Independence High School in 1941. He had been
on the school team for four years.
That same year he joined he joined the Fostoria, Ohio, baseball club,
managed by Len Ellison, Whitehall. The club was in the Ohio State
League and was affiliated with, but was not part of the St. Louis
Browns.
The chief scout of the Cleveland Indians spotted Pete and signed him up
for that club. He was assigned to the Wisconsin League, Appleton
Paper Makers, where he finished the 1941 season. The next three
years were spent in the army.
In 1947 the Cleveland Indians sent Pete to the Central Association,,
Burlington, Iowa and in 1948 to the Tri-State League, Spartanburg,
South Carolina. Pete did not return to professional baseball in
1949, but played on the Independence city team. That year the
team won the Trempealeau County championship. Pete was a left
fielder throughout his baseball career.
AL KULIG
Al Kulig, a native of Independence, was one of two baseball players
from this city who actually signed a contract and played in Organized
Professional Baseball. He spent four years in professional
baseball as a pitcher in the St. Louis Cardinal organization.
He started his career as a pitcher for Independence High School his
junior year. He was scouted by a major league scout while serving
in the Navy during World War II and playing on a service team in Hawaii.
He pitched four years of baseball while attending Winona State
College. Later he played two seasons in the Southern Minny
Semi-Pro League and three more seasons in the South Dakota Basin
Semi-Pro League.
Highlights of his career:
Four "no-hit, no-run" games (career)
One in high school
One in college
One in South Dakota Basin League
One for Independence City Team (in exhibition game)
Four years undefeated in College Conference play
Chosen to pitch in All-Star game in Georgia-Alabama League Professional
Ball, and getting the win. Season record that year 20 wins, 9
losses.
Playing on college team that won Conference Championships all 4 years
Playing for Huron, South Dakota, Basin Semi-Pro team that won State Championships three consecutive years.
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GEMS FROM OLD NEWSPAPER FILES
From the Weekly News
(Predecessor of Independence News Wave)
Weekly News - March 30, 1882
(an advertisement)
This space belongs to Thomas Thompson at Independence, Wisconsin.
But as his trade is already sufficiently large he has no need of advertising.
Weekly News - May 11, 1882
(an advertisement)
Just
received at Thomas Thompson's, a fine assortment of mens combined
rubber and lines circulars, and womens waterproof circulars. Also
a full assortment of mens and boys hats, which he offers at prices that
cannot be beaten by any store in the county for cheapness.
Weekly News - June 15, 1882
B.
S. Taylor and one of his mules had quite a turn through town one day
last week. The mule would keep just so far ahead of Bert who was
keeping his coat tails in a horizontal line expecting to keep up the
race all day when the mule quietly halted and was easily led to the
barn.
Beauty Advice
A
sensible woman says she finds cold water the best rouge, fresh air the
best peach powder and plain food the best cosmetic. Ladies try
these beautifiers.
Journalistic Reporting of Long Ago
Independence News Wave - April 29, 1911
Public Wrestling Match
At
about 4:30 p.m. Tuesday a wrestling match took place which caused
considerable excitement on main street. When Marshal Wiemer
undertook to jail a man who was trying to carry an overdose of
booze. Hammer locks, toe holds, and flying falls were fast and
furious and finally the husky Swede Olson was called on to assist in
the excitement. Before the end of the first round which lasted
for about 15 minutes, and for which the stage, not sawdust padded,
extended from Kribic's harness shop to the city lock up, three other
men of generous proportion and acknowledged strength came to the rescue
and finally succeeded in caging the "Bird of Broken Pinion."
There was no referee to call time, and no rule as to whether shoulder
blade or shoulder should touch the mat. How's that for a
wrestling match with a one armed opponent?
Another Gem from the Files
Independence News Wave - March 18, 1948
Frogtown's New Name is Southside
Citizens
of Frogtown, change your street address - it is now Southside.
This name was chosen by residents of that section of the city in votes
given the News-Wave. There was a long list of names suggested,
Southside getting a majority. Bakersville ran second, and
Brookside third.
After several weeks
of campaigning the News-Wave is pleased that a name has been
chosen. We feel sure that the new name will meet with the
approval of all citizens of this section of the city, and thank those
who took such an interest in finding a new name.
As in all elections, there was a humorous side to the campaign, one of
which we deem worthy of publication. It is a letter from Mister
Bull Frog, and while some readers may think it is written by Charles R.
Lowe Cloud, it definitely was not. Here it is:
Frog Town
March 15, 1948
Independence News-Wave
Frog Town, Wis.
Dear Editor:
Say, what you
fellers trying to pull while we are sleeping? I wake up yesterday
and understand you making big fuss over Frog Town name. Want to
change it funny names like Baker. Now he may be biggest Frog
here, but not most.
We frogs think it
dirty deal to slip one over while we sleep. I want you understand
thousands my ancestors croaked naming this town and thousands more will
croak keeping it named. Please publish this so my fellow citizens
may read this may be serious.
Hoping us fellows no have taken more serious measures.
Your Croaking Friend,
Mr. Bull Frog
Editorial Note:
The Charles R. Lowe
Cloud mentioned above was a Winnebago Indian who lived near Black River
Falls. His frequent news items appeared in the Banner-Journal of
that city and were reprinted in several weekly papers. His unique
and forthright way of writing earned him a wide readership and his
untimely death saddened many.
Independence News Wave - June 11, 1953
Reminiscing
by Eva John Kuhn
June
is the month of brides, and according to the records, the first bride
in Independence was Miss Susan Jenny who married Lewis Benjamin in
1876, the year our city was platted.
In those days even
getting married was a troublesome chore because there was no one to
perform the ceremony. It seems that Miss Jenny and Mr. Benjamin
had troubles most trying to two people in love. They approached
George Parsons, Justice of the Peace, and asked him to officiate.
At first Mr. Parsons hesitated, then finally refused. He wasn't
sure he had the authority to perform a marriage ceremony and wanted no
part of the contract under those conditions. This was most
disappointing to the amarous young couple, as you may well imagine, and
according to an eye witness, "they were disconsolate and melancholy to
behold." But cupid has a way, J. C. Taylor, who was a justice
breezed into town and one day after arrival united Susan and Lewis in
wedlock.
An Editor's Fulmination
No newspaper editor
ever yet had the temerity to deny the existence of the orthodox
hell. It is a place especially provided for unconscionable
sinners who got out of the world without paying their subscriptions.
Weekly News - Nov. 8, 1883
(Now Independence News Wave)
Steam Boat Makes Trip On Trempealeau River Back In The Year 1866
There was a time nearly 100 years ago when someone got the idea that
the modest little Trempealeau River which meanders past Independence
was navigable.
The story was told some years afterward by Dr. Eben D. Pierce of Trempealeau.
One
day in April of 1866, the little steamboat Spray, about 30' long by 10'
wide, swung up to the river front landing at Trempealeau. After a
one-hour stay at the village, the crew pulled out for its journey up
the Trempealeau River.
Thus, the steamboat
struggled slowly up the river meeting such difficulties as snags and
leaning trees with saws and axes. The wooden bridges were the
most forbidable difficulty, with settlers along the river on hand to
protest against the damaging of their bridges.
Some of the settlers
hailed the coming of the boat with joy, taking it as a messenger of
progress come to open an easy way to the world's markets, while others
cursed it as another freak endeavor to establish an
impossibility. Still others took the venture as a joke and
laughed at the idea of navigating a stream that a boy could wade when
the water was at its normal stage.
On the second day of
May, 1866, George H. Markham of Independence made record in his diary
of the passage of the Trempealeau River of the Spray.
The Spray continued
on its course until it reached the wagon bridge located three miles
below Whitehall, when David Wood, representing the Town of Lincoln,
refused it further passage. And so the adventurous rivermen
turned back.
The reason for the
trip remained somewhat of a mystery. But, whatever the motive, it
established beyond doubt that the river was not suitable for practical
navigation.
POPPELAU AND ITS PEOPLE
Visited in 1937 by Mr. and Mrs. Martin Wiemer
Living
in Independence, this travelogue would not be complete without telling
something about our trip to Poppelau. When we left Independence
we were not certain if our itinerary could be arranged to include
Poppelau and not until we arrived at Paris did we learn that it would
be possible. Poppeleau, for the
uninformed, is a little village in Germany, from which so many of our
Polish people in and around Independence emigrated when coming to this
country. It lies in Eastern Germany only a few miles from the
border of Poland, which before the World War, belonged to
Prussia. It is only a small village, about 1500 population,
mostly farmers living in the village and farming the land on the
outskirts. We came to Oppeln
and from there took a local train, about an hour's ride to
Poppelau. It had become dark, about 6:30 P.M., when we
arrived. The railroad served two villages, Shalkowicz and
Poppelau and being placed about half way between each, we found that it
would be quite a walk to the village, so we tried to get an automobile
to drive us there. The station master was very kind and tried to
get a car for us, but not being as numerous as they are in this country
he was not successful. We finally checked our heavy baggage at
the station, took a small bag in which we had our toilet articles and
set out on foot in the dark (there are no street lights) for Poppelau
about one and one-half miles away. We had been directed
to a Gasthaus (a place to eat and sleep) and arriving there inquired
about lodging for the night, but were told that the room was
taken. It seems that a Gasthaus usually has been one room to rent
and if it should be taken the traveler must go on to find
another. This we did, and coming to another, got the same
answer. The proprietor here however, directed us to still another
lodging place not far away and as it was now after 7:30 P.M. pitch
dark, and having had no supper, we began to wonder just where we would
spend the night if the next place could not accomodate us. As we
approached, it appeared well lighted, and we opened the door into the
tavern which usually suffices for office, lobby , and dining
room. Fortunately the one room available was empty and we moved
in for the night. The proprietor was
Paul Gromatka. Not having had supper, we inquired if it would be
possible to get something to eat and after about an hour's wait we
finally were given some rye bread, butter, cold bologna and tea.
While waiting for our meal, I several times tried to engage Mr.
Gromatka in conversation and even when I told him that I was looking
for relatives of some of the old Polish people who had emigrated to
America many years ago, he was not congenial and answered my questions
in monosyllables. I soon realized that it would be fruitless to
go on in this vein without some concrete evidence of my mission, so
while waiting for the food to come, began listing in my notebook, the
names of all the Polish families I could think of now living in and
around Independence. I did not know which of these people came
from Poppelau, but I was certain that with the list I had some of the
names would be of people still living in Poppelau and familiar to this
man. This I hoped would give me a basis on which to talk to him. As we finished our
meal, he sat down to our table and asked me to fill out the register
which every traveler in Europe must fill out when sleeping outside of
his own home. This I did, but he was not quite satisfied with the
information given him and began asking questions as to my business in
Germany; what office, if any, I held and many other pertinent questions
not relating to the register. I could see that he mistrusted our
being there. I then began reading off some of the Polish names I
had written in my notebook and with each name asked if he knew anyone
by that name. The first name on the list happened to be Klink and
he answered "Ya". In writing down the name of Klink I was
thinking of Blazius Klink who left Independence many years ago
and went back to Poppelau to live, but died a short time after arriving
there. Again back to my list I asked if he knew anyone by the
name of Wiersgalla. The answer was "Ya". As I had written
them, Lyga, Gabriel, Motzko, Bautch, Skroch, Marsolek, Jelen and many
others and to each one he answered the same "Ya". The only two
names on my whole list which were not familiar to him were Morchinek
and Parazinski. By this time he
really began to believe what I had been telling him, began to talk and
called over a few of his customers who had been coming into the tavern
during the time we were eating. He introduced one of them to us
as Suza, another a Jonietz who stated that his father, Joseph Jonietz,
until recently, had been corresponding with Frank Pientok in
Independence. By this time Mr. Gromatka became proud of the
discovery he had made and called out to everyone in the room that I had
come from America. From then on it was
like a deluge as each fellow, and there were 15 or 20 of them in the
tavern, came up and asked about relatives who had left for "Viskonsin"
many years ago. These people all speak German and it was in this
tongue that I conversed with them. They also speak Polish and
they would frequently lapse into their mother tongue when speaking to
one another. The next morning
Herr Gromatka arranged to have his daughter take us to the different
homes we wished to visit. We went out to the section known as
Kebahan and visited the old homes of Mike Lyga, Albert Wiersgalla,
Klimeks and Slabiks. There were many others, of course, but time
would not permit a visit to all of them. In the village of
Poppelau we went to the home of Paul Killian, who lives in the home
that once belonged to Frank Skroch, who with his three sons, Franz,
Peter and Andreas emigrated to America. This information I
obtained from an old man by the name of Andreas Barcik, who still lives
in a straw thatched house directly across the street from the Skroch
home. Our only regret is that we did not have longer to stay in
Poppelau as I am sure that I could have met many people who would have
been glad to know of their relatives in this country. We did make
some friends there in that short time and have since heard from them
thanking us for our visit. Editor's Note:
The villages of Poppealau and Shalkowicz in Upper Silesia were restored
to Oland after World War II (1939 - 45). After a lapse of six
centuries, Bohemia took over in the 14th century, Austria in the 16th
century and Prussia (Germany in the 18th century). Many Polish
people came from Shalkowicz and settled in the Independence area.