Hibbing, Mn.-A Whole Lot More: Trash

I must have missed the announcement.

It will probably be in the Hibbing Tribune one of these days. Most announcements are made after the event has taken place. And most ads are in a day or two after the sale has ended.It’s Hibbing… trying hard to come into the 20th century.

At any rate, it appears that there is a new venture in town. Actually, in the middle of town. Based on a daily  visual inspection of the site, I have to conclude  that what used to be the Memorial Building parking lot is now the site of the new Downtown Garbage Dump. Go Hibbing!! I knew you would be able to take a bad situation (high school kids dumping their litter-lunch bags, beer cans, liquor bottles, condoms, needles, shoes, ) and turn it into something that the whole town can use… another place to leave our garbage. Thanks Hibbing High School for your contributribution to the community. And I don’twant to leave out the Hibbing Police-thank you for ignoring the littering laws, and the laws prohibiting under age drinking. But, hey..I understand that sometimes you just can’t do your job. Don’t worry, it’s Hibbing and that’s O>K. Also I want to thank the previous mayor and the present one for never addressing this when it was a problem. But that’s o.k. , too.. time heals all wounds and now we have a growing trash dump in the middle of town. I’m thinking this will make it so much easier for the curlers when they come from out of town.. when they ask for directions to the Memorial Building, just say..”You can’t miss it! It’s right next to our new In Town Garbage Dump.”

Hibbing : Ore and a Whole Lot More – Trash

Uncomfortable with Excellence

Meg reminded me that it’s time to renew our passports.
So I stopped in at the post office here in Hibbing, Mn. and was told that they no longer have a passport center. I was handed a sheet of paper with two town addresses on it and was told to go there for help. Both towns were about twenty miles away… in one direction it was Virginia, Mn and in the other direction it was Pengilly, MN.
PENGILLY?Wait a minute! You have got to be kidding!! Pengilly must have a population of 200. Hibbing’s is roughly 20,000!! Virginia’s is about 10.000. What’s up? Does the Post Office know something about Hibbing that  many here won’t admit?
I’ve been mulling this over and have concluded that this is just another indicator of the continuing downward slide of our town.
Hibbing used to be the jewel in the crown of the Iron Range of Minnesota.The largest city. The hub. The site of the largest open pit mine in the world.
But things have changed. And despite a new marketing push to get Hibbing back on the map, the glaring reality is that the Hibbing we used to know and love is fastly disappearing.What remains is a mere shadow of it’s former self.
I awoke thinking of this and decided to have a slogan contest for the new Hibbing.  Here are some of the mottoes I came up with. … I think i can see these as bumper stickers.. or on the water tower.

Hibbing- Uncomfortable with Excellence
Hibbing-Ore and not much more
Hibbing-Striving for second best and proud of it
Hibbing-going, going, gone
Hibbing-what’s a “Hibbing”?

Poor Hibbing. Instead of cleaning up its streets, tightening up its standards, it chooses to use a smoke and mirrors campaign to lull the already slumberous inhabitants into thinking that black snow is the true color of snow; that a Memorial building parking lot so thick with trash left by the high school students that it spills over into the street and the adjacent homeowners yards is totally alright;that holes left in the street after work is done by the public utilities is not only acceptable but the industry standard ;and that a downtown “retail” district with 5 stores is a bustling hub of commerce.
Poor Hibbing, where every block has a 2 or 3  houses for sale and just as many sex offenders.
What’s not to love about our little burg.
Hibbing, the town that closed its eyes, turned its back and insists that it’s moving forward.
Poor Hibbing.


UofM Duluth – Heritage Orchard

apple tree, umd heritage orchard
University of Minnesota Duluth – Heritage Orchard Apple Tree, March 5, 2011

Throughout the first decade and a half of the 1900s, the University of Minnesota established six experimental agriculture research stations throughout the state of Minnesota. One such station was established in Duluth, in 1912. The Northeast Experiment Station, as it was called, had the mission to develop cold-climate crops and animals; things like cherries, plums, apples, rutabagas, hogs and chickens – all suited to be well adapted to our long winter and short summer growing seasons. Prior to the development of productivist agriculture, which started in the 1950s in the United States, the emphasis for agriculture was grow it locally. By the late 1960s, having an agricultural research station in the "red drift" zone (heavy, red clay) where Duluth is located was deemed "superfluous" and the station was shuttered. Recently, efforts have been made by Cindy Hale of the University of Minnesota Duluth’s Natural Resources Research Institute to revive the remaining five acre orchard.

apple tree, umd heritage orchard
University of Minnesota Duluth – Heritage Orchard Apple Tree, September 16, 2010

From an UofM Institute of Agriculture publication from June 1954, it is noted that the Northeast Experiment Station’s orchards included at least fourteen different varieties of apples; Patten Green, Hibernal, Anisim, Erickson, Duchess, Yellow Transparent, Virginia, Dolgo, Charlamoff, Haralson, Red Wing, Wedge, Beacon, and Okabena.

From the mid-1970s until the mid 2000s, the surviving five acre orchard sat unmaintained and unattended. Through the work of Cindy, and the student organization, Students for Sustainable Agriculture, major strides have been taken to rejuvenate the orchard. Some of the work includes harvesting apples in the fall as well as holding events at the station/farm site to bring greater awareness to the university community of what is being done on the property; in early spring, efforts have been made to clear out dead applewood from the area, too. Clearing out the dead wood helps minimize expose to healthy trees and fruit of harmful fungi.

To that end, the Sustainable Agriculture Project (SAP), as it is called, has the stated goal of: " The revitalized UMD orchard aims to serve northern tree fruit growers in the cold-temperate regions of Minnesota, Wisconsin and Michigan (zones 2-4) through re-creation of a northern demonstration and trial orchard at the University of Minnesota Duluth (UMD), with an emphasis on the preservation of cold-hardy, heritage fruit varieties and demonstration of the economic value specialty crops offer small and diversified farming operations in the region."

To what capacity the orchard serves northern fruit growers is unknown. Bayfield, WI, which is only 75 miles from Duluth, has a very vibrant and thriving apple industry. To what extent this "Apple Belt" of the Lake Superior region might be convinced to grow more heritage varieties in addition to their dominant varieties of Honeycrisp, McIntosh, and Sweet 16, is, again, unknown. It is my understanding, that, at this time, SAP is mostly concerned with getting the orchard grounds in better shape, continuing identification of the apple varieties in the orchard, as well as raising awareness on campus of the orchard.

Got To Keep Your Nose Clean

basset sarge, with his big nose
Basset Hound Sarge; Big Nose, May 25, 2010

Growing up, we would hear stories from afar from my aunt and uncle. They were nurses working as expatriates in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. In addition to living the nurse-life in Arabia, they traveled. They traveled all over the world – mostly in Africa and southeast Asia. They eventually returned to the U.S. and settled in the Portland, OR, area. When they would visit Hibbing, it was always a thrill to listen to stories from them, particularly my uncle. He had a cadence and style that lent well to story telling. Also, upon seeing my sister and I for the first time in a while, he would always ask, “How you doing? Doing good? You keepin’ your nose clean? Make sure your keep your nose clean.”

Being a young child, the nuances of the English language (or language in general) are not fully grasped. Being asked by an adult, “Are you keeping your nose clean?” is taken literally. I would almost instinctively check my nose to make sure nothing was hanging or dripping from it. It was not until I was a eleven or twelve that I realized what he was talking about; he was not telling me to get that dripping snot out of my nose, but he was telling me to stay out of trouble. Even though it was anecdotal at best for it being a “wise bit of worldly advice”, it stuck with me as a clever way of telling someone to stay on the straight and narrow.

Fast forward now – at least twenty-five years – my aunt and uncle still live in the Pacific Northwest. They have two grown boys who are each in their early twenties. The few times my sister and I saw our younger cousins as we were growing up was few and far between. They seemed different, but we just attributed it to their left-coast upbringing as well as the large age difference between us.

Jordan, the younger of the two, at last I heard, had gone to college. Information sort of stops there. He may have graduated, he may have a job, he may even be leading a normal, ho-hum life in the Pacific Northwest. I do not know because the only information I hear is about his older brother, Ean. Ean, as I heard, tried college. He did not like college, so he dropped out and moved to Washington. He met a girl. A girl who had three children, already, from three separate fathers. It seems the wise adage of keeping your nose clean should have crept into the minds of someone and at least raised the hackles of the hair in their nose. Something smells bad about this situation and it more than the diapers from those bastard children.


Ean and wonder-girl were soon expecting (her fourth child from as many fathers). The child was born, and soon things were getting into a sense of what might be called “normal.” Apparently, one of the other children had a problem with potty training. This is about where the story diverted into completely foreign territory for most of the family (including myself). Instead of having the wise words of keeping your nose clean from his father instinctively embedded in his consciousness, Ean finds the only reasonable thing to do is to shove the child’s face into urine – like a dog. The “face to urine method” does not work with dogs, and it did not work with a child, either. It did have the added feature of a court appearance, supervised visits with his own child, and various other fun things.

In my mind, this is the value-material that the producers of Cops would be after; just add a small bag of marijuana, or a crack pipe, maybe an empty bottle of Olde English 800 malt liquor, and make sure that Ean has a sleeveless, beer-stained off-white t-shirt on when the police arrive. You would have late-night-television-gold.

Fast-forward, again, to modern times (a couple weeks ago). Ean is now being accused of sexually molesting his own daughter. Wonder-girl has a new live-in-boyfriend and are expecting. She is now up to five children, and this be her sixth. Not actually knowing my cousin on a personal level, I am not able to comment on the validity of the accusation.

Again, this foreign territory to me. My day to day involves getting up, dealing with having lupus, getting the dogs situated for the day, heading off to the University where both my wife and I work. Spring through fall, I tend gardens and keep bees. In my off time, I read things like Wallace Stegner’s Beyond the Hundredth Meridian, or Deborah Cadbury’s Chocolate Wars. Court appearances, supervised visitations, and all the like are simply not in my

I am callous to the situation because this all seems preventable if one had simply kept their nose clean.