The Osage tribe in Oklahoma became spectacularly wealthy in the early 1900s — and then members started turning up dead. David Grann’s Killers of the Flower Moon describes the dark plot against them: In The 1920s, A Community Conspired To Kill Native Americans For Their Oil Money : NPR
John Alexander Dowie, a faith healer, made waves not only in the United States but also Africa. Read a concise account of his work here at Atlas Obscura: The Sketchy Faith Healer Who Tried to Save New York From Vice – Atlas Obscura
In 1839, the outcome of the “Honey War” hinged on the exact location of the Missouri-Iowa border. Sarah Laskow concisely details the developments at Atlas Obscura: One Sloppy Land Surveyor Almost Caused a War Between Missouri and Iowa | Atlas Obscura
Horace Poolaw’s photography is unearthed at the Smithsonian’s National Museum of the American Indian: A Rare Insider’s View of Native American Life in Mid-20th-Century Oklahoma | At the Smithsonian | Smithsonian
Ron Sider here argues in Christianity Today that “evangelicalism” yesterday helps us embrace the label today: History Shows Us Why Being Evangelical Matters | Christianity Today
For my own take on the historical background in a regional context, see my piece on “evangelicalism” for the Encyclopedia of the Great Plains.
Artist Dale Lamphere created “Dignity” a 50-foot statue of a young Lakota girl in a star shawl open to the wind that in an embodiment of hope. Read about Lamphere’s statue overlooking the Missouri River at Chamberlain, SD on I-90 here at Indian Country Today: Indigenous ‘Dignity’ Towers Over the Missouri River – ICTMN.com
From my hometown of Toronto the drive to Amana, the dismantled utopian colony in Iowa, is 13 hours. I made it often in childhood, stuck in the backseat of my parent’s car, running batteries dead in my portable tape player, wondering if the long trip to a weird religious community was worth it.
But always, there was relief after we crossed the Mississippi river into the green rolling hills of my mother’s home state. “I feel better once I’m in Iowa,” she has said so often that I’ve come to believe it too. Most familiar of all to her is Amana, where she grew up, and where postcards of our family are still sold in the General Store: my great grandpa in front of a truck circa 1918, cousins hiking by the Iowa river, an aunt sorting cabbages.
If Amana sounds familiar it may be because it’s the name of…
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