The Childrens Blizzard

by David Laskin

Thousands of impoverished Northern European immigrants were promised that the prairie offered "land, freedom, and hope." The disastrous blizzard of 1888 revealed that their free homestead was not a paradise but a hard, unforgiving place governed by natural forces they neither understood nor controlled, and America's heartland would never be the same.This P.S. edition features an extra 16 pages of insights into the book, including author interviews, recommended reading, and more.

Genres: History, Nonfiction, American History, Historical, Book Club, Science, Audiobook

336 pages, ebook

First published November 1, 2004

About the author

Born in Brooklyn and raised in Great Neck, New York, I grew up hearing stories that my immigrant Jewish grandparents told about the “old country” (Russia) that they left at the turn of the last century. When I was a teenager, my mother’s parents began making yearly trips to visit our relatives in Israel, and stories about the Israeli family sifted down to me as well. What I never heard growing up was that a third branch of the family had remained behind in the old country – and that all of them perished in the Holocaust. These are three branches whose intertwined stories I tell in THE FAMILY: THREE JOURNEYS INTO THE HEART OF THE TWENTIETH CENTURY.

An avid reader for as long as I remember, I graduated from Harvard College in 1975 with a degree in history and literature and went on to New College, Oxford, where I received an MA in English in 1977. After a brief stint in book publishing, I launched my career as a freelance writer. In recent years, I have been writing suspense-driven narrative non-fiction about the lives of people caught up in events beyond their control, be it catastrophic weather, war, or genocide. My 2004 book The Children’s Blizzard, a national bestseller, won the Washington State Book Award and the Midwest Booksellers Choice Award, and was nominated for a Quill Award. The Long Way Home (2010) also won the Washington State Book Award.

I write frequently for the New York Times Travel Section, and I have also published in the Washington Post, the Wall Street Journal, the Seattle Times and Seattle Metropolitan.

When I’m not writing or traveling for research, I am usually outdoors trying to tame our large unruly garden north of Seattle, romping with our unruly Labrador retriever pup Patrick, skiing in Washington State’s Cascade Mountains, or hiking in the Wallowa Mountains of northeast Oregon. My wife, Kate O’Neill, and I have raised three wonderful daughters – all grown now and embarked on fascinating lives of their own.

Reviews

[Debbie W. · Rating 4 out of 5]

I wanted to read this book because...
I really enjoyed Laura Ingalls Wilder's book The Long Winter; therefore, I wanted to check out the nonfiction version of the killer blizzard of January 12, 1888.
NOTE: I was mistaken!
From this particular book, I learned that The Long Winter is actually "The Snow Winter" of 1880-81 that affected a large part of northern and central U.S. beginning in October 1880, with blizzards occurring almost nonstop until April 1881! (Oops!😬)

Positives:
1. author David Laskin relates extensive background information about:
- the immigrants and relocators who were directly affected by this blizzard;
- the frequent threats of the three "prairie plagues" - fire, grasshoppers and harsh weather conditions (Bonus: Laskin does mention Wilder's book The Long Winter!);
- the atmospheric conditions that triggered this fatal storm;
- the role of the Signal Corps in reporting weather "indications" and the mindless bureaucracy involved;
- decisions made by everyone involved, including the affected children themselves; and,
- how frostbite and hypothermia occur;
2. Laskin's descriptive writing of the blizzard itself, the victims and the survivors (including various animals) was extremely graphic and quite heartbreaking; and,
3. I appreciated his use of analogies.

Niggles:
1. my attention would occasionally wane while listening to this audiobook during the "dry filler" portions that focused on the political bureaucracy; and,
2. it's not "the Ukraine" - it's just "Ukraine"!

I highly recommend this book for nonfiction aficionados!

[Carmen · Rating 4 out of 5]

Even worse than the whiteout was the agony of his eyes when he tried to see through the snow. The fine hard pellets blew into his eyes and made them water. Walter cried and the snow mixed with his tears until it formed a crust between the upper and lower lids. Instinctively he reached up to brush the crust away with the back of his hand. Soon his eyeballs were inflamed, which further distorted his vision. The pain became so acute that it felt better to let the ice crust build. Tears and blowing snow melded together and sealed his eyes shut tightly. There was no way to break the seal except by tearing the tender skin.

Once Walter's eyes were gone, the rest of his face went fast. A mask of ice covered the exposed skin of his face except for holes at the nostrils and mouth. Snow penetrated his clothing and froze into an armor of ice around his body. All of this happened in moments. pg. 136

Entertainment Weekly describes this as "Heartbreaking... This account of the 1888 blizzard reads like a thriller." I don't think that is accurate. Yes, it is emotional. I would agree with that. "Reads like a thriller" is a bit of a stretch IMO. Laskin tries his best to be dramatic, which is uncalled for IMO, but it doesn't read like a thriller.

Perhaps it would if Laskin would stick to the blizzard itself, but instead he wants to give us a clearer and more comprehensive picture. That's good, but it doesn't make for a seamless, exciting read that I would expect when I hear the word "thriller."

I think this book can pretty much be summed up with one phrase: plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose. The more things change, the more they stay the same. The parallels between 1888 and now are incredible.

Let's take a look at what Laskin is doing in this book.

ONE: IMMIGRATION

The Norwegians, the Schweizers, the Ukranians... people were immigrants coming to the United States. Why were people leaving Norway? Because they were poor.

Beauty was abundant and free in the countryside of Tinn – but you couldn't eat beauty, and the beautiful farms were yielding less and less while the population steadily grew. But they were comparatively lucky in Tinn. Elsewhere in Telemark the farm fields had become so small from repeated division that farmers had to harvest the hay that grew on the thatch of their roofs and grow vegetables by spreading dirt and manure on top of rocks. It was a sad, haunted country for all its beauty. Men in the prime of their lives built their coffins and stored them inside until they were needed. pg. 11

The Schweizers, another immigrant group discussed in this book, were hated for their religious beliefs.

Rather than baptize their infants a few days after birth, the Schweizers waited until they were old enough to choose baptism as a “confession of faith.” They advocated complete separation of church and state and refused to serve in armed forces or fight in wars. For these beliefs, particularly the last, they had been crammed into the prisons of Bern, sold as galley slaves to Venetian merchants, branded, flogged, burned at the stake, and hounded through Europe. pg. 14

Nowadays people also come to the U.S. of A. because they are poor or because they are fleeing persecution.

The immigrants were brought to the U.S. of A. on stinking, filthy ships.

Of his own quarters belowdecks, Osten mentioned only that he and his mother were shocked to find “nothing more than hard boards – and... plenty of lice,” but one can imagine the squalor of the unventilated bunk rooms packed with 650 immigrants. pg. 18

Immigrant children often died and the scary possibility of being separated from your kids was looming.

A harrowing story was told by Finnish immigrants of one of their countrywomen who went into labor just as her immigrant ship anchored off the Battery. The woman was taken to a hospital on shore and forced to leave her baggage and her two-year-old daughter unattended on board the ship. While she was in the hospital, the ship returned to Europe. pg. 24

Immigrants were treated like shit. Laskin tells one story of a train that refused let the immigrants buy food at stops, this was only stopped by a Mennonite rebellion.

Children were told they would be beaten if they spoke German in school.

Before the fall term started, Wilhelm and Catherina warned Lena that no German could be spoken in school. Only English. Sometimes children were beaten if they spoke a foreign language. The teacher might even change her name. Woebbecke might be too hard for Stella Badger to say. pg. 33

Almost all the immigrants change their names from their German, Swiss, Norwegian and Ukranian names to "American" names. Both last names and first names are changed. The pressure to conform and to fit in was great.

These people were living in sod houses and in poverty.

It was all they could do to tear enough sod off the prairie to make shelters for themselves. It took half an acre of Dakota sod for a decent-sized sod house. The soddies leaked when it rained (“I would wake up with dirty water running through my hair,” wrote one pioneer), gophers and snakes sometimes popped from the walls, dirt got ground into clothes, skin, and food, but they kept the families alive and relatively warm when winter arrived – which happened far earlier and far more savagely than any of the Schweizers had anticipated. pg. 34

They watched their children die.

All winter long as the supply of food dwindled away, Anna looked at her son, Johann, her only child, grow thinner and more transparent. There were many days when they got by on burnt flour soup – flour scorched in the pan and then mixed with water, salt, and pepper. A poor diet for a growing child. A poor diet for a baby, if they had a baby to feed. Even had Peter survived the crossing to New York, he surely would have perished that first terrible winter. Would it have been worse to chisel a grave for the child in the frozen ground under the sod than see his body tossed into the sea? pg. 36

It was a dangerous place, summer or winter.

They got down to work so quickly they didn't have time to figure out the vagaries of soil and climate, the cycles of the seasons, the fickle violent moods of the sky. Deprived of both the folk wisdom born of deep familiarity with a single place and the brash abstractions of the new science, the pioneers were vulnerable and exposed. There hadn't been time to put up fences. Children waded into tall grass and vanished. Infants were accidentally dropped in snowdrifts. Infections flourished in the primitive, unsanitary claim shanties. pg 3


We haven't even gotten to the blizzard yet! I truly enjoyed how Laskin painted the life of immigrants trying to raise their families on the prairie. I wonder if certain people have completely forgotten about this: what it was like. To be a poor immigrant in a new country. To be hated for being poor and not being able to speak English. To be treated like trash because you weren't born here. To watch your children suffer. It's not 2019 - It's 1888.



THE BLIZZARD

Here, Laskin breaks off into a few threads. Some threads are more interesting than others. Let's examine them!

1.) THE STORM

This is fascinating. It's hard to understand the magnitude of the storm and it's terror, especially from a modern perspective. Laskin does an amazing job illustrating it for readers.

One moment it was mild, the sun was shining, a damp wind blew fitfully out of the south – the next moment frozen hell had broken loose. The air was so thick with find-ground wind-lashed ice crystals that people could not breathe. The ice dust webbed their eyelashes and sealed their eyes shut. It sifted into the loose weave of their coats, shirts, dresses, and underwear until their skin was packed in snow. Farmers who spent a decade walking the same worn paths became disoriented in seconds. pg. 6
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An impenetrable crust formed on top of the re-frozen slush. Cattle desperate for food cut their muzzles on the shards of ice that covered the sparse grass. Steers bled to death when the crust gave way beneath them and the ice sliced open their legs. …. Cattle had drifted hundreds of miles before they froze to death or died or exhaustion or suffocated from the ice plugging their nostrils. Some herds were never found; some where found in riverbeds or ravines, heaped up like slag; some were so badly frostbitten that ranchers were reduced to salvaging their hides.

Come spring, when the snow finally melted, flooded rivers carried the carcasses of thousands of cattle that had frozen to death during the winter – raging torrents choked with dead animals wedged between ice floes. pg. 62
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It's hard to fathom how children who walked to and from school a half mile or more every day became exhausted to the point of collapse while walking a hundred yards that afternoon. Hard to fathom until you consider the state of their thin cotton clothing, their eyelashes webbed with ice and frozen shut, the ice plugs that formed in their noses, the ice masks that hung on their faces. This was not a feathery sifting of gossamer powder. It was a frozen sandstorm. Cattle died standing up, died of suffocation before they froze solid. pg. 162

Laskin also offers good, long, brutal explanations of what happens to you when you freeze to death. It's fascinating and horrifying and he does a great job writing about this. It goes on for pages.

The horrors of the storm are legion.

The catalog of their suffering is terrible. They froze alone or with their parents or perished in frantic, hopeless pursuit of loved ones. They died with the frozen bloody skin torn from their faces, where they had clawed off the mask of ice again and again. Some died within hours of getting lost; some lived through the night and died before first light. They were found standing waist deep in drifts with their hands frozen to barbed-wire frences, clutching at straw piles, buried under overturned wagons, on their backs, facedown on the snow with their arms outstretched as if trying to crawl. Mothers died sitting up with their children around them in fireless houses when the hay or coal or bits of furniture were exhausted and they were too weak or too frightened to go for more. pg. 198

Laskin also does a wonderful job illustrating how you can't judge people for what actions you took. No matter what action you took, you could die. Stay in the school. Try to go home. Didn't matter - people died either way. Two people could take the same path and one could die and one could live. Two could take a different path - and the one you think will survive ends up dying horribly. There's no right answer. There's no 'smart thing to do.' Sometimes it seems like pure luck and chance are the only factors keeping certain people alive.

The survivors were never the same.

Johann set the rock-hard bodies on the floor next to the stove. Anna looked at her dead sons and began to laugh. She couldn't help herself. Her husband and her two little boys turned to her in disbelief but Anna didn't stop. It would be days before they could get the bodies into coffins. Anna laughed. pg. 232
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Dowling's frostbite was so advanced that he lost both legs below the knees, his left arm below the elbow, and all the fingers and most of the thumb on his right hand. But Dowling was a fighter. He lived on to became [sic] a teacher, a newspaper editor, and eventually speaker of the house of the Minnesota State Legislature. “It is what one has above the shoulders that counts,” he always told fellow amputees. pg. 59

There's no pat ending. People suffered and died. They end. There's no gold at the end of the book here, no note of triumph. The people involved who did survive more often than not had sad endings to their stories anyway. Don't expect an uplifting book. Even the survivors usually came to a miserable end one way or another.


2.) WEATHER

Laskin focuses a whole entire (IMO) boring section on weather forecasting. He explains what a shoddy system the U.S. of A. had for predicting weather in 1888. It wasn't so much that the technology was shit, it was that the people running it (Signal Corps) were corrupt. They let 'distinguished visitors' try their hands at predicting weather if they came to the station. They had a lot of in-fighting and corruption. They only cared about themselves and their own positions and pocketbooks and not about saving lives.

This is a good and important point, but unfortunately not a very interesting one. And Laskin devotes dozen's of pages to the in-fighting which, frankly, is boring as hell.

The main important point is that in December 1889, President Benjamin Harrison took the privilege of weather reporting away from the Army Signal Corps and gave it to the Department of Agriculture.

WHY? Not because hundreds of poor immigrants and little children froze to death on the prairie on January 12, 1888. Honestly, NO ONE GAVE A FUCK that some immigrants died. Not the Army, not the government. And children's lives were not valued and DIDN'T MEAN SHIT in 1888. No, the reason Harrison made that decision was because RICH, IMPORTANT people who lived in NEW YORK CITY were dying, and money-making stopped on March 11-14, 1888. Heaven forbid RICH PEOPLE were in danger or inconvenienced. Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose. 1888 or 2019?

Today a “surprise” storm that killed over 200 people would instigate a fierce outcry in the press, vigorous official hand-wringing, and a flood of reports by every government agency remotely involved, starting with the National Weather Service. But in the Gilded Age, blame for the suffering attendant on an act of God was left unassigned. pg. 254

If it weren't for the blizzard that affected NYC, probably nothing would have changed. Immigrants were considered trash whose lives didn't matter, and children in general were seen as workhorses and not human beings.

They called it “The School Children's Blizzard” because so many of the victims were so young – but in a way the entire pioneer period was a kind of children's disaster. Children were the unpaid workforce of the prairie, the hands that did the work that no one else had time for or stomach for. The outpouring of grief after scores of children were found frozen to death among the cattle on Friday, January 13, was at least in part an expression of remorse for what children were subjected to every day – remorse for the fact that most children had no childhood. This was a society that could not afford to sentimentalize its living and working children. Only in death or on the verge of death were the young granted the heroine funds, the long columns of sobbing verse, the stately granite monuments. A safe and carefree childhood was a luxury the pioneer prairie could not afford. pg. 269

Yes, but this was the case for any time in the past. Not really unique to this situation. Laskin wants to make this about immigrant children in 1888, but urban or rural, forced to work on farms or forced to work in factories, children were considered a burden and free labor. For most of history this was going on. It's not specific to this time or place.


William Klemp, a newly married Dakotan in the full vigor of young manhood, left his pregnant wife at home and went out in the storm to care for their livestock. He never returned. A few weeks later, Klemp's wife gave birth to a son. It was spring when they found his body in a sod shanty a mile from the house. Klemp's face had been eaten away by mice and gophers. pg. 199


TL;DR What can I tell you about this book? Is it worth reading? I thought it was. Unfortunately, weather is a bit of a pet interest of Laskin's and he does tend to go on and on about weather forecasting and the inner politics of the Signal Corps. I think this could have been shortened considerably.

But the book has a lot of strengths. Great descriptions of the storm and how it killed. Clear illustrations about how a storm could kill someone (it might be baffling to modern readers how SO MANY people could have died). Laskin makes it easier to understand - we are talking about a different time.

Countless witnesses wrote that visibility was so poor at the height of the blizzard that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. It's tempting to dismiss this as hyperbole or a figure of speech – but there is in fact a meteorological basis for these claims... the snow that day was as fine-grained as flour or sand... a woman froze to death with her key in her hand just steps from her door. pg. 135

Wonderful analysis of what freezing to death is like and interesting tidbits about the science of freezing to death.

Before paradoxical undressing was identified, police routinely mistook hypothermic women with torn or missing clothing for victims of sexual assault. The reaction explains a disturbing incident in military history. After a brutal three-day storm in January 1719, hundreds of Swedish soldiers were found stripped and dead in the field in the wake of a disastrous campaign against Norway. At the time it was assumed they had been plundered by their comrades, but now doctors believe that they tore off their own clothes as their minds and bodies went mad with cold – a mass outbreak of paradoxical undressing. pg. 194
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People freezing to death sometimes find they are unaccountably happy and relaxed. They feel flushed with a sudden glow of well-being. They love the world and everything in it. They want to sing. They hear heavenly music. As the mind and the body amicably part company, the freezing person looks down on himself as if he's hovering overhead or already in heaven or a returning ghost. There is his body, lying miserable in the snow, but somehow he is no longer trapped in it. He is gazing at his corpse and walking on. He's telling the story of his miraculous escape. pg. 192

Laskin uses The Little Match Girl to illustrate this. You might be familiar with the story.

Laskin is less clear about how the NYC storm was the one that finally got things going. I did some research and found that stuff out. He mentions it in passing, but the actual idea is stunning. It takes rich people to be affected by something for any change about it to happen. Like now, back then the government and the society didn't give a fuck what happened to the poor. Natural disasters get a lot more press, action, change, repair and attention when they hit rich areas.

Reading the book really opened my eyes to just how little the world has changed since 1888. We'd like to think we've come so far and become so advanced as a society: but in reality we face a lot of the same problems. Often I was shocked with how similar 1888 was to 2019. Reading about white, European immigrants coming to America and being treated as trash. Of course - I knew about that, but the book illustrates it in a way that boggles you. The complete disregard for the lives of poor immigrants also really struck me. Everything seems to be about race nowadays - and race is a huge factor in hatred and dismissal nowadays, it's true - but this book illustrates that the rich have always hated and dismissed the poor and regarded them as disposable trash regardless of having the same skin color or not. Now people label Spanish-speakers as "filthy foreigners who don't speak English," but back then it was the Norwegians, the Germans, the Irish, the Ukranians. REMEMBER THIS.

I'd advise ANYONE to study this kind of thing. People say that in England they focus on class and not race and in America they focus on race and not class, but BOTH are important factors in how people are treated. TAKE NOTE.

[Melki · Rating 4 out of 5]

When he looked up at the sky, Austin saw the snow descend "as if it had slid out of a sack. A hurricane-like wind blew, so that the snow drifted high in the air, and it became terribly cold. Within a few minutes it was as dark as a cellar, and one could not see one's hand in front of one's face."


January 12, 1888 dawned with unseasonably warm temperatures. Children left their winter gear at home, and walked to school in thin cotton dresses and shirtsleeves. Later that afternoon a storm ripped across Nebraska, the Dakotas, and Minnesota. Teachers, many of them teenagers themselves, panicked. Some tried to keep children indoors; others fearing fuel supplies would quickly be depleted, sent their students home. A few teachers tried to lead their charges to the nearest house only to be separated from them in the howling wind and swirling snow. By midnight, windchill temperatures reached 40 below zero.

By morning on Friday, January 13th, more than a hundred children lay dead on the Dakota-Nebraska prairie . . .

In the author's attempts to explain the failure of early weather forecasters to predict this storm, and warn the settlers in its path, much of this book ends up reading like a meteorology textbook. There are pages brimming with blustery details involving air pressure and cold fronts. I have to confess to occasionally cracking open the pages whenever I needed a nap. But then, midway through the book, the storm hits, and the results are devastating.

When the cloud descended from the northwest and filled the air with snow, they had no warning. Unaware of the risk, they wandered out in pursuit of a single precious cow and lost their way between sod hut and barn. Their fuel gave out, their roofs blew off, their animals suffocated. Their children froze to death in the furrows of their fields.

I knew it was coming. I thought I was prepared to read about children dying.

I was not.

Laskin is unrelenting in his descriptions of hypothermia. He unstintingly relates the horrifying effects of frostbite. He then imagines the last moments of these lost children's lives.

There's really nothing more to say. This book is as hard to write about as it was to read.


"O God, is it my fault or yours that I find my three boys frozen here like the beasts of the field." ~ Johann Kaufmann

[Sharon Orlopp · Rating 5 out of 5]

"Arrogance is a pandemic."

That passage in the book's introduction grabbed me and wouldn't let go. It was referencing weather forecasters during the blizzard on January 12, 1888 where 250 - 500 people perished in Nebraska, Minnesota, Iowa, and the Dakotas.

A big shout out to a Goodread's friend, Debbie, who shared with me that there are two books called The Children's Blizzard.
Melanie Benjamin's book is historical fiction.
David Laskin's book is nonfiction.
I had read Melanie Benjamin's book and Debbie recommended I listen to David Laskin's book on audiotape. I did and it is fabulous!

I gave both the historical fiction and the nonfiction book called The Children's Blizzard five stars. The two books have very different approaches to the same event. I highly recommend both books!

Laskin's book provides terrific context about immigrants from various countries who came to America in search of land and freedom. Over 750,000 immigrants came to the Great Plains in the 1880's. Laskin shares what their life was like in their original country, the immigration experience to the US, and the continual challenges of farming.

Laskin's writing style is memorable...he shares that immigrants were told that they just needed to "tickle the earth with a plough" to farm successfully.

Farmers dealt with blizzards and brutal winters during many of the years prior to the blizzard of 1888. They also dealt with grasshopper/locust plagues from 1873 - 1877 which destroyed their crops and life savings. Throw in famine, poverty, smallpox, and high mortality rates for infants/children and it's clear that grit, resiliency, and perseverance are critical for survival.

Laskin's thorough research and testimonials/memoirs from those who survived the blizzard enable the reader to follow many families' stories through multiple generations.

Laskin utilizes analogies to help understand weather patterns and the violent convergence of weather patterns that created the 1888 blizzard. The day before the blizzard, there were significant drops in barometric pressure coupled with high spikes in temperatures which creates a phenomenon known as a jet streak. Laskin said a jet streak is like a bullet train racing through a moving tunnel. He uses other analogies, such as being dealt a bad hand at a poker table, to describe weather scenarios.

The morning of January 12, 1888 was very different from the day before. Temperatures were 20 - 40 degrees higher than the day before, so many people felt it was a reprieve from typical January weather. Some school children wore lighter coats and didn't bring hats or gloves to school that day.

As a side note, the description of the beautiful January 12th morning was eerily similar to how people in NYC described the morning of 9/11 before planes crashed into the Twin Towers.

The other sub-story is about weather forecasters in 1888. The Army was responsible for weather tracking and notification. There are power plays, relationship issues, communication glitches, and scandals. It reads like a corporate thriller!

The leadership lessons that come to mind while learning about weather forecasters during that era include:
* Do you lead or do you follow?
* When do you follow the rules and when do you break them?
* What is the true meaning of your role and responsibility?
* What do you focus your time on while at work and does it align with your most important role and responsibility?
* Can you see around corners and anticipate what can happen?
* Can you spot patterns and make conclusions?
* Are you a person of action and what is your sense of urgency?
* How do you hold yourself accountable?

These are key leadership lessons that are applicable through all eras.

The one chapter I struggled with were the details about what happens when a person is exposed to high wind/cold and how the body shuts down.

I strongly recommend this book!

[Jenny (Reading Envy) · Rating 4 out of 5]

"After that day, the sky never looked the same."

This is another book I read because it is required reading for one of the first year writing seminars I am the librarian for. (No, the librarians are not required to read along, I just like to.)

This is the story of the sudden, devastating blizzard that came up almost without warning across the plains in January 1888. It came a few years after "the long winter" of Laura Ingalls Wilder's childhood.

Laskin weaves together historical accounts from newly immigrated families, most of them Scandinavian or Ukrainian and horribly unprepared for a regular winter much less such a storm as this. He discusses the history of weather forecasting, what the government was expected to provide, and whether or not they "should" have seen it coming.

Here's one weather reporter's account:

"The air, for about one (1) minute, was perfectly calm, and voices and noises on the street below appeared as though emanating from great depths. A peculiar 'hush' prevailed over everything. In the next minute the sky was completely overcast by a heavy black cloud, which had in a few minutes previously hung suspended along the western and northwestern horizon, and the wind veered to the west with such violence as to render the observer's position very safe. The air was immediately filled with snow as fine as sifted flour... In five minutes after the wind changed the outlines of objects fifteen (15) feet away were not discernible."

I was a geeky kid who held her NOAA pamphlets close to her chest and pretended to be in hurricanes and tornados and floods, in the northwest where we might get a flood but never anything else. So for me, the history of weather prediction and reporting was really interesting. Remember the super cyclones in the movie The Day After Tomorrow that seem so ridiculous and impossible? There are descriptions of similar freezing wind patterns that simultaneously pull down the cold wave of air and turn snow into instant powder, creating death masks of impenetrable ice for the poor souls who happen to be trying to find their homes.

The blizzard became known as the children's blizzard because it hit during the time of day many children were returning home from school, and several hundred died, often just outside their home or school. If you're squeamish the detailed descriptions of freezing to death may not make this the book for you.

One thing that I feel the author left out, and maybe there are other books that talk about this more, but he doesn't mention the thousands of indigenous populations that surely would have been effected by this and other storms. Most of the people in the book were recent immigrants, and it is possible he stuck to what he could find in the written record. But ever since then, I've been thinking about extreme weather situations, wondering what the various tribes did in these cases. Someone point me to a book!

[Diane S ☔ · Rating 3 out of 5]

I have heard of this before. the blizzard that killed over 200 children and adults Settlers coming from Europe to the Dakotas for the opportunity to own land and for some being able to practice their own religions, such as the Quakers and Mennonites. MAny lost children on the way over in the ships, and many arrived to late to plant for that season and lost children to starvation. MAny had only flour and would make a burnt flour soup, containing only flour and water. Heartbreaking. The relief socialites tried to help, but there were so many that were needy.

Weather forecasting at that time was basically non existent, they were not allowed to mention the word tornado and did not believe a hurricane would ever touch their coasts. They were happy if the weather was right occasionally. The immigrants were not familiar with the climate nor the soils and most had used of their funds just to get here.

The children who walked to school, walked over a mile among prairies that were so tall that some got lost. When the snow hit they were not warned, and many were lost in the snow that piled up so quickly. Some of the teachers managed to get their students to safety but by the time the snow let up between 2 and 3 hundred people were dead.

Hardy people and a heartbreaking story.

[Lisa Vegan · Rating 4 out of 5]

Thanks to Goodreads friend Melki I have an owned copy that I could read at my leisure. I was able to return a less than pleasant to read library copy as soon as I received it. It was such a pleasure to read a basically pristine copy. The only times I normally get to do that is when I manage to get a new book in the first batch the library lends out.

So, I thought this was going to be a 5 star book for me but it wasn’t. I did really like it and I’m glad I read it. It’s a 3 ½ star book. I’m upping it because it’s an important story and it’s unique in writing in such detail about the subject.

So the good and the middling and the bad:

I admired the in depth research that was done and appreciated the mentions of sources, and there were many. I liked that for those affected there was some background information and post blizzard information about many of them. The biographical information pre-settling in the area and in the U.S. and also the conditions they faced on the prairie, including horrible weather prior to this particular blizzard and other forms of bad luck, added a lot to the account. The people did come alive with all the information given about their lives. I ached for the people who didn’t make it and for their families. Some of the accounts were heartbreaking. I especially ached for the children who didn’t make it; especially those who’d already had difficult lives. The descriptions were phenomenal. The experiences of being in the storm were so well described. I’d had no idea. I learned a lot about blizzards and weather and what life was like on the prairie. The fact that most of these people lived hard lives before the storm was something I felt was crucial to know. It’s an important story and while well known in that area I hadn’t known about this storm or about day to day life in this area at that time. This book does a good job of explaining all that. I’m glad that the reader learns from the start who survives and who does not in some cases. Though there is more to say about the foreshadowing in my third, the bad, paragraph. What I was most impressed with was the description of the experiences of the blizzard. Presented are remarkable, astounding accounts and top-notch research. This isn’t really about the book but I was impressed that the author thanked Erik Larson (one of my favorite non-fiction writers) in his friends and family acknowledgements section.

So, large portions of the book were a really slow read for me. I was grateful that I enjoy science including meteorology because there are large sections devoted to the weather. Just weather! Also there was a fair amount about the politics of the weather forecasting at the time. For me it started particularly slowly but once I really got to know some families and individuals and their circumstances, it helped. It was never a page-turner for me though, even though during the parts about the storm itself and some of the aftermath I certainly wanted to know what would happen with everyone. I love maps in books and the included map was very helpful and I frequently referred to it, but many places mentioned were not on the map. I’d have loved 2 maps, the one included and a much more detailed map in addition. While I liked all the background information, the amount devoted to weather in general, other things going on, including politics and some weather events on the east coast post blizzard, for me there was just a tad too much of that. They were interesting but for me took me out of the story a bit. I’d have rather done my own research and read other books to get that much detail. This is a minor quibble because some of that information was helpful to put the blizzard and its effects into context, but while I usually like detail some of the minutiae bored me.

What I liked much less or not at all were several things. It’s really choppy. Each individual’s story is told a bit at a time and interspersed with many others’ stories. Sometimes that’s an effective technique for me and it should have worked here when the story was being told chronologically, but I found it annoying and confusing at times. I felt that there was a deliberate attempt to manipulate the readers’ emotions and it often read as a thriller. This account stands on its own and I don’t think it needed the extra drama or suspense. I didn’t like being led to firmly believe certain people must have died only to have them survive or vice versa. There was too much of that. A straight story would have worked best for me. I know this was well researched and accounts of survivors were used but, and this is one of my pet peeves in non-fiction when certain things just can’t be known, I think there is too much about the actions, motivations, thoughts, and feelings of those who died who weren’t with any witnesses who survived. (Of course as I read I thought that a lot but then it turned out some of them were survivors, but not all.) I was so glad that one person survived who I’d given up for dead Walter but I didn’t enjoy that much the process of getting to the conclusion of what happened to them. Ditto for a few other people.

Just a note: All I can say is that human nature doesn’t change. The way the news was handled, to be attention grabbing and in serial form, to hook people to the story/stories as best they could, is exactly what happens today and maybe always has. Also, accounts about the news of heroines and donors and such, the author does touch on this though not enough because all I could think of as I read is how more of the children should have been honored for their bravery and compassion, those who died and those who lived, those who saved others and those who futilely tried their best to do that, doing their best to at least comfort other children. They were inspiring and their stories often extremely distressing.

Even though it gets only 3 ½ stars from me I do recommend it to those interested in this blizzard, in life on the prairie, in American and immigrant history (so many people were mentioned I didn’t expect to see in this account!), and in well researched non-fiction. There are 17 pages of source notes, 4 pages of acknowledgements, and an index of 11 pages.

[Joe Krakovsky · Rating 5 out of 5]

"The Children's Blizzard" was a sad tale. Reading it during a cold spell really set the mood. As I read about the pioneers struggling to get their animals into shelter, I thought of our animals and wondered what I would do if the weather really, really got bad. But being as it will around 50 tomorrow, on December 14th, I wonder if there is some merit to the global warming warnings.

Our temperature here in central Illinois seems to fluctuate a bit, but I can't imagine walking around in a t-shirt and then seeing this cloud of snow and ice bearing down on me like a desert sandstorm or a dust bowl storm from the 1930's. That is basically what happened to these poor people. The temperature dropped fast like in that movie, "The Day After Tomorrow." When it hit, it hit hard. People got lost walking from the barn to the house because not only was the snow thick, but part of it was like pieces of sand or shards of glass. It stuck to their eyes and blinded them. People panicked. Teachers sent children home, even though they didn't have coats or boots because they knew they would eventually freeze to death when the coal ran out. This book talks about that tragedy.

Also explained was how cold fronts form and why high- and low-pressure fronts are important. Did you know that the army Signal Corps was in charge of reporting weather 'indications?' Probably the real reason for this was to warn the farmers in the deep south. This storm was so massive that the cold front traveled all the way down through Texas and Mexico to the Gulf of Tehuantepec. Out on the plains hell froze over.

What was very important was the explanation of the different stages of freezing to death and how to revive those suffering from hypothermia. Some of the survivors after the worst of the storm and its freezing temperatures got up from their place of shelter, took a few steps and dropped dead. Some survived, but not all.

This book was worth reading.

[Manybooks · Rating 2 out of 5]

Although I do of course very much appreciate the amount of historical research David Laskin has obviously done for his featured text and that yes indeed the introduction to The Children’s Blizzard (2004) really does a wonderful job explaining just how devastating this 1888 Midwest blizzard was, why so many school children perished and that the often recent immigrant victims of the storm were obviously sabotaged both by shoddy and careless official weather forecasts and equally their own inexperience and know-how regarding dealing with prairie winter weather and especially blizzard conditions that appeared extremely quickly and dangerously (with mighty winds, frigid temperatures and blinding snow and ice continuing unabated for many many hours), for me, I really and truly have only found the just mentioned prologue, the introduction truly readable, enjoyable and textually engaging.

Because while in the main text of The Children’s Blizzard, David Laskin does of course show much interesting and enlightening information (and not only about the 1888 blizzard and why it was such a horrible and often lethal scenario), the incredibly long set-up regarding mid to late 19th century immigration to the USA and how many newcomers were basically totally ill prepared for homesteading, for farming on the Great Plains of the United States and Canada, this really does tend to get quite dragging and tedious very quickly so that by the time David Laskin actually starts describing the so-called Children’s Blizzard itself, I was in fact so bored and so full of reading frustration and tedium that I ended up needing to skim over the rest of Larkin’s printed words, leaving me with the feeling that The Children’s Blizzard leaves quite a bit to be personally desired by and for me and is textually just not engaging and enjoyable enough to consider more than a three star ranking, and not to mention that finding out about all those unfortunate children being caught in the blizzard and freezing to death has been rather majorly depressing at best (and that indeed, although I was originally considering rating The Children's Blizzard with a low three stars, I will after completing The Children's Blizzard be lowering my rating to a high two stars, as I also and equally do very much think that how David Laskin depicts his researched and consulted sources is rather reader and user unfriendly and that I also am missing a separate and thematics specific bibliography with regard to The Children’s Blizzard).

[skein · Rating 2 out of 5]

I applaud Laskin for his effort - it must be hard work to take an account of the scariest blizzard ever and turn it into a sloppy, sodden, boring mess.

The blatant, sloppy mistakes early on were my first clue that all was not quite right in the state of Denmark. (For instance! Laskin quotes from Laura Ingalls Wilder's The Long Winter and mis-identifies one of the schoolgirls as Laura's sister, Mary. No, dipshit - Mary was blind and she stayed at home. Reading comprehension is key.)

... Laskin is one of those writers who feels like the reader should suffer just as much reading the book as the author did researching for it. So everything is included. Did you want to know about the beauty of 19-century ... wherever? Here's 3 pages on it! How about the weather forecasting apparatus of 19-c St. Paul? Have an entire chapter!
Really, all that crap is crap that I can forgive. We all get a little excited over our pet subjects. What pissed me right off were the choppy, inter-twined narratives. On page 135, we left Ella keeled over in a snowdrift, apparently dead; on p. 152 we join her again, resurrected and safe. Page 136, five children walk home together; it is implied that they live. Page 161, all five children are dead. (And Laskin goes deep into obvious lies about their final conversations, their final thoughts, their final steps. What arrogant presumption.)

The graphic, horrifying detail of hypothermia and frostbite, gangrene and amputations was quite a surprise, after the gosh-let's-sit-you-youngins-down-and-tell-you-a-story-about-the-olden-days paternalistic tone of the rest of the book, which - chapters of tedious meteorological detail aside - seemed to focus mainly on Our Brave Little Soldiers and Our Good Little Women, all living in the makebelieve world of longago when everyone just did their part.

Two stars for a whole lot of blah, blah, blah.

[Anne · Rating 4 out of 5]

This is a powerful story, of an event little known outside the Upper Midwest. This is the story of a freak blizzard of incredible intensity, that left hundreds dead, many of them school children trying to make their way home from country schools.

I've always been interested in the late 1800's, perhaps because of reading Laura Ingalls Wilder when I was young. The stories of the families told here are very moving. The technical information about the formation of the weather system occasionally made my eyes cross a bit, but I enjoyed most of the weather info as a scientific backdrop to a very human drama.

I am always amazed at the extremes the early pioneers on the prairies experienced, and astounded at the fortitude they displayed. I find myself wondering if storms like this still occur, or if our technology has progressed to a point where we no longer find ourselves as vulnerable to these winter storms. Would we see this as "just a snowstorm" today? Or would we find ourselves to be just as vulnerable facing a blizzard like this today?

[Lynn · Rating 4 out of 5]

This is an historical accounting of the horrific blizzard that struck the Great Plains on January 12, 1888. Known as the Schoolchildren’s blizzard because so many children died after they were let out of school early to go home during the blizzard. The storm was so severe that if you stepped a few feet out of your house, you might not find your way back home. The descriptions of the storm are beyond comprehension: fine ice that blew so hard it could almost sandblast the skin off your face, freeze your eyes shut and clog your nose; feet and hands freezing solid; getting so turned around that you would walk miles out of your way; people freezing to death in their homes.

The author first gets into the history of the people who settled in the Great Plains: where they came from, why they left their homes in Europe and what life was like as they settled into their new lives. He also dives deep into the science of meteorology as it existed during that time. There were long explanations about the effects of highs and lows and how they influence weather patterns. I have read about this before, in Erik Larson’s book Isaac’s Storm, and I’ll be honest: I still don’t get it. He also gets into the politics of weather forecasting of the time, and all the power struggles that went on.

Once he gets into the description of the actual blizzard and the disaster that ensued, the book becomes compelling and horrifying. There were times I just had to close my eyes and stop reading because it was too horrific. The scenes of children dying were just beyond comprehension. The author also gets into long explanations of what freezing does to the body, down to a cellular level. At times it was TMI.

In the aftermath of the storm, aside from the terrible losses suffered by the people, it seemed like nothing changed. Weather forecasting remained a power struggle; survivors’ stories were exploited by the press, although some did try to raise money for selected survivors; and nothing was learned or implemented to prevent another disaster. In fact, 3 months, later a Nor’easter hit NYC and crippled it, and hundreds died because there was no advance warning.

On a personal note, January 12 is my birthday, and I felt a personal connection to this story because of it. Please note that it’s not the same year as the Children’s Blizzard! Also, I read this book during a snowstorm in the Chicago area, and I kept feeling how lucky I was: we had advance warning of the storm due to all the meteorological advances we now have; I could stock up on things that I needed before the storm; I was safe, warm and comfortable during the storm; and there was absolutely no reason to leave my home.

This book was an interesting read, although a bit dry and technical at times. I know that Melanie Benjamin has written a book about the Children’s Blizzard and I’ll be interested to read her take on the tragedy. It will be different because she writes historical fiction, so I expect that she’ll concentrate more on the people and the emotional aspects of the events and less on the factual history.

If you don’t mind getting a bit bogged down in some minutiae, this is a good book. I also recommend reading it during a snowstorm...it adds to the ambiance of the book.

[Poiema · Rating 4 out of 5]

This book was reviewed in our local newspaper several years ago, and I cut out the article thinking it would be an interesting read. I happened upon it in a museum bookstore, recognized the title, and brought it home. I live in Nebraska, the setting for this terrible and true weather story and I had heard of the blizzard of 1888 when I took a tour of our state capitol some years back. I seem to remember there is some art work depicting this tragic event in the capitol building.

The author is meticulous in his research, and you get to know half a dozen immigrant families really well by the end of the book. He traces their family histories from the old world to the new, and sets the scene in minute detail. Life on the prairie was hard, and weather was always the thing that could unravel the dreams of stability and prosperity. But this storm was different. Cutting a wide swath across the Dakotas, Nebraska, and Minnesota it left hundreds dead--many schoolchildren who were caught in the blizzard on their way home from school.

This book is very engaging and provides a slice of history that is unique: the history of weather forecasting. Once a responsibility of the US Army, we see that politics and bureaucracy were no different in the 1880's than they are today. It is sad to think that the "system" was unable to deliver warning to the populace of the impending storm. The toll was so terrible that at least one historian mused that perhaps it was a mistake to encourage people to homestead on the prairie.

Nebraskans and prairie dwellers and all lovers of history will appreciate this suspenseful and unforgettable blizzard story.

[Carol · Rating 5 out of 5]

This is an unforgetable book, with vivid tales of the children lost in the great blizzard of 1888 in the Dakota territory,Minnesota, Nebraska, Iowa and Kansas. I have only been in one blizzard in my life and the news said "Do Not Go Outside, You will die". There were many tragic deaths blames on this blizzard. Many children never made it home from school, some lost parts of their body but many lost their lives. Very sad, I wish that everyone would read this book.

[Brent Burch · Rating 5 out of 5]

This is such a heartbreaking story to get through. We as a society take so much for granted these days. The weather forecasts we check before we head out the door, the radar we look at to see if bad weather is heading our way; the pioneer families had none of this. Imagine waking up one morning to beautiful skies and slightly mild temperatures, and then all of it changes in an instant. No warning, nothing. The vivid descriptions of this blizzard and what it must have been like to be out in the middle of what was essentially hell on earth, will stay with you long after you've finished this book. While it may start out slow, this book is unputdownable when you reach the start of this wicked storm. Definite recommend.

[booklady · Rating 4 out of 5]

In The Children’s Blizzard David Laskin explores the January 12, 1888 ‘children’s blizzard’ which devastated an area of the United States then known as the Dakota Territory. It came to be known by this unfortunate name because of the high number of its youthful victims.

Laskin begins back in the ‘Old World’ and tells of all the sacrifices, heartaches and struggles endured by the hardy folk who settled the Dakota Territory. They had already left everything behind, spent all they had, lost children, parents, spouses, homes, crops, weathered multifarious storms, and harsh winters. They weren’t neophytes when it came to tragedy or hardship; just the opposite, trouble was the norm with these people, not the exception. They were Jacob Kurtz and Lena Woebbecke, Frederick Milbier and Miss Hunt, Addie Knieriem and John Jensen just to name a few. Their individual and family struggles are indeed poignant and haunting.

Yet when the storm of 1888 hit these people, this was something altogether different. It came so fast and so hard and after a day of deceptively warm weather, it caught everyone by surprise, resulting in grotesque deaths and suffering beyond anything they had ever yet seen or hoped to see again. The aftermath was almost as bad. Although an exact death toll has never been agreed upon, it is estimated at somewhere between 250 and 500. On page 254, Laskin writes, “Today a “surprise” storm that killed over two hundred people would instigate a fierce outcry in the press, vigorous official hand-wringing, and a flood of reports by every government agency remotely involved starting with the National Weather Service. But in the Gilded Age blame for the suffering attendant on an act of God was left unassigned. ... Heroes were called for not culprits.”

Not that they did any better job of selecting the real heroes than we do today, if you consider that most of the ‘real’ heroes weren’t there to receive any type of earthly award.

During the 1880’s meteorology was just emerging as a science—when forecasts known as ‘indications’ predicted things like ‘cold waves’; the term ‘front’ was still 32 years in the future, coming only after a World War I soldier saw similarity between the two movements.

The Blizzard of January 12, 1888 marked a turning point in Dakota history. There were other storms and other natural disasters, but attitudes changed after that. The optimism was gone. People had seen the land for what it really was. Migration into the area leveled off after that and the great exodus began. Although there have been a few small populations growth periods, for the most part, the area has never recovered, or then again, maybe it has.

A sobering but extremely well-written book.

[Book Concierge · Rating 4 out of 5]

Audiobook read by Paul Woodson


On January 12, 1888 a massive cold front brought plummeting temperatures, gale-force winds, and blinding snow to the northern plains. The day had started out unseasonably mild, and children walked to school without their usual heavy coats, gloves and hats. Caught completely unawares and unprepared many of them died in the blizzard that is still talked about in the Dakotas, Nebraska and Minnesota.

Laskin has pieced together the stories of several immigrant families and what happened to them during the two days of the storm. There are stories of heroism and determination. Children who kept their heads and found shelter. Teachers who shepherded their classes to safety. Men and women who died searching for their livestock. Many who survived the initial storm and exposure, later died of complications – gangrene that resulted from severe frostbite, or heart arrhythmias that caught them unawares.

It’s a gripping tale, told masterfully.

Paul Woodson does a fine job reading the audiobook. He sets a good pace and his narration held my attention throughout.

[Julie Durnell · Rating 4 out of 5]

This book was an astonishing history and chronicle of this monstrous blizzard in 1888. The author goes in depth to the emigrant Homesteading stories and background of the Signal Corps now known as the National Weather Service. It is fascinating reading but left me heavy hearted at the toll of lives lost, so many of them children.

[Carol]

I have to wonder why I hadn't read this book until now. Words like gripping, tragic, horrific storm, historical, family interviews and more would be likely to put The Children's Blizzard on my list of must reads. Perhaps, because it was the 125th anniversary of this blizzard January 12 and 13th, it piqued my interest.

Any book that describes the deaths of approximately 500 persons, many of them children, a storm that is called Schoolchildren's Blizzard, can not be easy to read. Be warned that there are graphic descriptions of these deaths.

David Laskin gives voice to the victims and survivors. This tribute to the resiliency, the struggles, the lives of these families and individuals, is what made this a powerful read for me. It is a picture of a time gone by, of immigrants, mostly Swiss-German Mennonites who emigrated to this country around 1873 for a better life and experiencing the hardships that confront them. Laskin's research is thorough using newspapers, books, and the memories and diaries of descendants, he is able to provide a compelling historical read.

Other than the story itself, The Children's Blizzard prompted me to think about survival skills, not only what I would do if confronted by a storm of this magnitude, but those of life, especially during this pandemic.

Highly recommended.

[Libby · Rating 1 out of 5]

I'm sorry to say this book really didn't work for me. For 140 pages, it's mostly meteorology and meteorological history. 140 pages of science, the drop in temperature how many degrees, in how many minutes, how barometric pressure affects weather patterns, what is a cold wave, how snow particles are affected by wind. I found it incredibly tough reading, distracting me and putting me off from the human part of the story, which is what I cared about. Imagine the movie "A Perfect Storm" if it had spent the first hour or more of the film (about half) explaining meteorological phenomena.

When we finally start to hear about the blizzard, on about page 143, the book improves slightly, but the stories are gruesome, of course. There are many characters to keep straight. And I found myself wondering how the author "knew" that panicky sweat rolled down someone's back--someone who had died alone in the blizzard, and couldn't have recorded that fact. I also felt manipulated emotionally, and I didn't enjoy that. Instead of telling a character's complete story in one fell swoop, the author chose to tell part, and leave it at sort of a cliffhanger place (does this person survive, or not? read on!) and switch focus to another character, and another, and another. Then circle back to pick up the story on each character. Huge turnoff for me.

Worst, after spending quite a lot of time and effort slogging through the meteorology, it felt like wasted time, as my now slightly increased knowledge of weather science didn't add, at all, to my interest in the human stories Mr. Laskin tells here. By the time I got to the human stories, I just kind of felt jerked around, and was very glad to finally close the book.

[Saleh MoonWalker · Rating 4 out of 5]

Onvan : The Children's Blizzard - Nevisande : David Laskin - ISBN : 60520760 - ISBN13 : 9780060520762 - Dar 307 Safhe - Saal e Chap : 2004

[Becky · Rating 4 out of 5]

Children’s Blizzard

This was part of my Winter 2013 DISASTER! Themed read.

I don’t know where to start. You can read about disasters, and frequently, they’re off in remote mountains- the Andes, the Himalayans, etc., and this geographical distance creates a buffer between the reader and the book. You feel terrible for the people going through the ordeal, you can sympathize with their pain, but even if you’ve been in mountains it’s hard to imagine the remoteness and the vastness of some of those ecological systems. Then you read a book about home. Home, for me, is the plains. I was born and bred into Nebraska culture, and other than a 5 year respite in North Carolina, I’ve been in Nebraska and will be in Nebraska for the rest of my life. In reading this book about the blizzard that left hundreds of school children dead on the plains of Nebraska, South Dakota, and Minnesota, it was very, startlingly real.

You see, other places, like Chicago, or the South, has changed so much. The population of the prairie has grown, we have buildings made out of concrete and not sod, but so much is still the same. People can still die in blizzards, it happened last year. If your car is stranded on the highway in a blizzard, then there isn’t going to be relief for miles around. There are still stretches of fields where you can’t see a single building. You can be very much on your own here. Then there is the culture, we are still very very German and Scandinavian. We help ourselves, and then our neighbors (when they need it but before they have to ask for it, so we don’t insult their honor), we are insular, we are thrifty, we are reserved (except on Husker game day Saturdays), we are strong and we know how to do things ourselves. And we are almost always ready, prepared, and waiting for the other shoe to drop. I didn’t realize this about us until I moved to the South. No one in North Carolina ever had jumper cables, and I had cables that could nearly stretch 20 feet, because when it’s THAT cold outside you don’t have minutes to maneuver your cars closer. If you’ve got someone that can give you a jump, you take it, and no one wants to dick around.

To see that same culture struggle in the face of this blizzard, to hear the names of towns where I’ve been, and to see last names of people who I know, who I have to wonder, was this your ancestor? Was I just privy to family disaster? My family didn’t immigrate to America until much later, but my husband’s family would have been here, farming right where we are farming now. The Cooks, Eckhardts, and Heuertz would have been here. They were Germans from Russia, they usually came as a whole town, and now I cannot help but ask them next time I see them, “do you know who died? Someone had to have. There didn’t seem to be a family that wasn’t touched. Was you grandpa missing fingers? An ear? Did he die trying to reach the cattle? Do you know how they made it through?

What’s more impressive is that people stayed. They stayed through drought followed by hail storms and tornadoes, through blizzards that gave way to prairie fires and storms of locusts. They stayed because this was their land, and they’d never have a chance to own land this fertile and tillable again. They put their blood and sweat into this ground, and it kept taking, it took their food, their energy, their sons and daughters. But they were not going to leave.

And now, this is our land. I can go to sleep at night behind walls that aren’t going to blow away, under a ceiling made of more than sod so that snakes and voles don’t drop onto me out of the blue, but I can still hear that wind howling and roaring across the plains, never ceasing, always crying. Some things don’t change.




To read my review of my Natural Disaster Themed read which included 10 different disaster books click link: Here!



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I realize this might be more of a review of the prairie than of the book. The book was excellent. It will show you how we still are, and it will make you appreciate homesteading and pioneering like nothing else can. It’s a must read for weather aficionados. It was a great book, brilliantly researched, poignantly told, and, I thought, put together in a fine manner.

http://www.nytimes.com/2013/12/08/mag...
I highly recommend the above article and pictures.

[Grumpus · Rating 5 out of 5]

I have had this on my to-read shelf forever. While the premise sounded appealing, less than stellar reviews kept it low on my list. Note to self, go with your gut feelings. While searching the library for my next read, I discovered this was available while other newer releases of interest had many holds. This is how I came to bring it home.

First off, I want to mention that it seemed eerie to be reading this on the January dates in which this event took place nearly 130 years ago. Understanding the background and families involved plus the drama of the history plus scientific insights combine to make this a five star read.
The author did a great job of providing background of the families involved. Their immigration stories from the lives they left behind for a brighter future are simultaneously harrowing and heartwarming. So many died en route to their destination and once there, life was very difficult and not as most had envisioned.

As you get to know these families and how difficult their lives have been up to this point, the reader can’t help but wonder which will die and which will survive. Obviously, anyone reading this book knows the outcome of the book at a macro level but, there is much drama as they go about their lives that fateful unsuspecting day at the micro level. You know what will happen but, you don’t want to know and experience that loss.

I also found the science a most appealing aside to the history. Much was made about the history of meteorology in the United States and forecasting capabilities back in the days of the telegraph. We have come so far in our capabilities, accuracy, and ability to forewarn of impending danger.

There was also great detail on what happens to the human body as it experiences cold, turning into frostbite, and eventually resulting in death. The author does a noteworthy job of putting the reading along the side of these children as they experience and endure their tribulations.

You can’t help but get emotionally involved reading about them hoping beyond hope that they will survive.

[Carrie · Rating 3 out of 5]

I have come to realize that, while most of what I read is fiction, that one of my favorite kind of books are non-fiction stories that are written like novels, particularly stories about unknown or underreported events in American history. I'm fascinated by books such as Stewart O'Nan's The Circus Fire, the story of the 1942 Hartford Circus fire and Jon Krakauer’s Under the Banner of Heaven about the fringe extremist Mormon groups. This book was along those lines, and I gobbled it up.

It tells the story of a freak blizzard that hit the Midwest in 1888, coming on so cold and so hard that it killed hundreds of people who got caught outside on the prairie and, because visibility was so bad and the winds were so hard, were unable to make it back to their homes. Many people died only feet from their door, literally unable to see their hands before their faces. It was called the “Children’s Blizzard” because so many of the dead were children who got lost on their way home from school.

The story is unbeatable. The book is pretty good. It spends a lot of pages detailing the science of the blizzard and why that particular storm hit so hard. I found these sections slightly difficult to follow, which may have more to do with my limited interest in meteorology than Mr. Laskin’s writing ability, but it made the reading a bit of a slog. However, I found the parts about the impact of the blizzard on the prairie towns, and on how people did (and more often did not) survive the storm to be fascinating. He describes the storm so that you feel like you’ve lived through it, and the book made me understand in a way that that few other books have not, how hard and tenuous life was for these Dakota and Nebraska homesteaders and immigrants

[Mary · Rating 2 out of 5]

The topic is fascinating; the research seems to have been thorough. I have given the book a low rating because this is presented as a non-fiction book. Laskin does not indicate in the text when dialogues and monologues are based on fact and when they are a flight of his fancy. He explains in the end notes that his understanding of the victim's culture or faith gives him the right to assign words and thoughts to a dying person. It doesn't. I would be very upset if any of them were my relatives. There is also at least one long and unattributed direct quote. For me, he broke the trust relationship that should exist between the author and the reader of non-fiction. I'm surprised this won awards.

[Ericka Clou · Rating 3 out of 5]

This is a very interesting event and there's a lot of interesting historical and scientific information in this book. Nonetheless, I feel like it could it have been much better executed. The beginning was boring and I couldn't keep track of everyone. The second half of the book is interspersed with interesting science but is mostly a list of the horrible things that happened to real people (mostly children) who weren't sufficiently developed to know as individuals.

[Pat · Rating 1 out of 5]

A very disappointing read given the true nature of the Blizzard of 1888 , which had all the elements of Shakspearean tragedy: a fierce, raging storm descends upon the prairie states at exactly the worst time,in the afternoon of an unseasonably warm day in which many children had gone to school poorly dressed and folks were working in their fields without warm clothing. Added to that was the fact that many of the people afflicted were recent immigrants to the plains, who had had little experience with harsh midwestern winters Like lambs to the slaughter, you can feel their innocence and pluck steering them straight into darkness..What goes wrong here is that Laskin pads the history with deadeningly dull and detailed meterological information(impossible for anyone but a degreed weatherman to decipher), plus the inside working of the young US weather agency,plus the minutiae of back-story on the villages the pioneers came from,throwing name after name into the mix so that one can't come to know any of the individuals as fully fleshed people,plus speculation as to the thoughts and feelings of people who actually died, and then as a finale adds gruesome descriptions of how the human body implodes while freezing to death and after undergoing frostbite. The overall effect of this book is that of sensationalizing a true tragedy, without showing sufficient respect and compassion for the people and the communities who lived it.If I were a living descendent of one of the children whose agonizing death by hypothermia was so vividly and horrifically depicted, I would be indignant that this poor child's demise is only used to add dramatic flair. This book was calculated to attract attention,sell briskly and be made into movies/documentaries.There is no heart in this,only ego and greed.

[Brendan (History Nerds United) · Rating 5 out of 5]

This might be one of the most horrific stories ever. This is not for the squeamish or probably for anyone with young kids. Wish someone could have warned me!

The blizzard of 1888 is mostly known as one of the worst storms the east coast has ever seen. However, Laskin tells the story of the blizzard at its nexus when it blasted through the Great Plains. Laskin gives a great recap of the then capabilities of the weather service. Spoiler alert: They sucked.

Laskin tells a masterful (and goddamn depressing) story by making you feel everything the characters are fighting against. This is one of those books where when the author tells you how cold it is you can actually start to feel it.

As I’ve pointed out, this is a really sad story. The blizzard came out of nowhere when the vast majority of children were on their way home from school (hence Children’s Blizzard). Needless to say, many of them never made it home.

Laskin does a great job with a terrible story and it is worth a read. Only if you can handle it, though.

[Cynda · Rating 5 out of 5]

Updating this review of a book I read before joining Goodreads.

Accessible by those with basic college education, very basic meteorological concepts. This blue norther traveled through the Plain States and as far south as South Texas. The damage to property and risk to life led to a decrease in population of the Northern Plain states. Some states do not maintain the population of 50,000 that the US requires as part of the basic statehood qualifications.

I read this book published in 2005 because in 2004 the same type of storm came through same areas. I know what happened here: snow flurries, light refraction, and a white Christmas. I wanted to know what the experience might have been like further north where the storm was worse. I did not imagine how much worse.

[Casey · Rating 4 out of 5]

Gripping! And a good historical account.