Homage to Carl Sandburg (Visit to his only Chicago home)
Mer, Ella and I are staying at my sister Barb’s house while in Chicago. She lives near Lawrence and Damen on the north side of town. We arrived here Tuesday night and she told us about the Carl Sandburg home nearby. The address is 4646 N. Hermitage.
Sandburg was born in 1878 and the house was built 8 years later in 1886. He lived an interesting life before moving to Chicago. He was a hobo for a while and rode the rails. He was a lecturer on the Chautauqua circuit, served in the Infantry of the Spanish-American War with the Illinois Volunteers during an August of 1898 and also, as a youth with an 8 grade education, held various jobs: shining shoes, harvesting ice, washing dishes, portering in a barber’s shop, digging potatoes, washing windows, brick laying and delivering milk and newspapers. He did some work as a journalist and served as Secretary to Emil Seidel, the first socialist mayor of Milwaukee. (See the book The Other Carl Sandburg, by Philip Yannela for more details on this period of his life.)
While working in Milwaukee, he met another young socialist, Lilian Steichen, educated at the University of Chicago and sister to the great photographer and painter, Edward Steichen. Sandburg called her Paula. Married in 1908, they would have three kids. In 1912 Sandburg accepted a position with the Chicago Evening World, a socialist newspaper. Paula stayed on the farm in Wisconsin, not a fan of big cities, though Sandburg picked the Hermitage location because of it’s quiet, suburban ambiance. (It was part of the suburban Township of Lake View back then, before annexation to Chicago proper.) It would be the only place in the city of Chicago he would live and has been dedicated as a landmark.
In 1912, Sandburg became part of what some people call the Chicago Renaissance in the early teens in the Second City. The jazz scene was thriving and Sandburg found himself part of a lively bohemian culture, complete with a brand new magazine dedicated to verse, run by Harriet Monroe and called Poetry. Writing for the tabloid The Day Book and covering politics, crime and labor issues, Sandburg was steeped in the rhythms of the city by day and wrote poetry alone in his Hermitage apartment at night.
As a kid growing up in Chicago, I was familiar with his poem about the city. Sure, it gave us pride as natives of the second city to hear poems like this. I remember Bobby Skafish citing it on WXRT, a progressive FM station I listened to while growing up, a station I would intern at early in my radio career. I moved to Seattle in 1988. As I began to read more in the late 80s and early 90s, I could see the influence Whitman had on Sandburg, but mixed with a kind of raw, Chicago-type reality that appealed to my sense of being an outcast in friendly, passive-aggressive Seattle.
When my sister Barb lived in Seattle, I remember reading the poem to her in the lobby of her workplace, Muzak, and being in tears afterwards, both loving Chicago so much and Sandburg nailing it so well 100 years ago. Once an Associate Editor of Poetry read the poem, she became an advocate for publishing it and other Sandburg poems. Alice Corbin Henderson also helped get Sandburg’s Chicago Poems published as a book in 1916. By then Sandburg was becoming well-known and would eventually win the Pulitzer Prize, become somewhat of a folk hero and national icon following his biography on Abraham Lincoln and go on to collect American folk songs in The American Songbag. But his best work was done there on Hermitage, with his wife and family back in Cheesetopia and him alone, focused on his work.
CHICAGO
HOG Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation’s Freight Handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling,
City of the Big Shoulders:
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