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The Little Things

South Dakota is known for beautiful, wide open spaces, but did you know that compelling images can be made in a seemingly boring pasture or even your own backyard or garden? Up until last year, I had occasionally heard the term”macro” photography but really didn’t pay that much attention to it. Big mistake! Once I got a macro lens on my camera, my world of photography was literally given a brand new dimension to play in.

A macro lens is engineered to allow a photographer to focus on things that are very near to the camera lens. This allows for amazing close-ups of the little things. I have found interesting images in the pistils and stamens of colorful wildflowers as well as intriguing detail of things that normally would make you squirm, like bees, beetles and moths.

In early June, the temperature dipped to 38 degrees in Pierre, SD overnight. I happened to be out at Isabel Lake that morning as the sun came up. All the low lying areas were thick with fog and one of the heaviest dews I have seen in West River. I spent a couple hours wading and kneeling in the prairie grasses getting dew shots on grass and dew shots on spider webs and dew shots on pretty much anything I could see. It was really quite magical. When I got home, it looked like I had waded in the lake all morning as I was that soaked to the bone. Leave it to South Dakota to offer up such diversity in weather and photo opportunities!

The next day I was out looking for Prickly Pear Cactus blooms on the river hills and found some amazing drama on a rock face. A Dung Beetle had wandered too close to a foraging group of red headed thatching ants. The (relatively) big beetle had no chance as the ants firmly attached one to each leg and was pulling the beetle taut so he couldn’t move. It was really amazing to see, although I had to move on before the drama was over as the ants quickly discovered me and were half way up to my knee before I left. Until next time, enjoy the South Dakota scenery (and the little things)!

Christian Begeman grew up in Isabel and now lives in Sioux Falls. When he’s not working at Midcontinent Communications he is often on the road photographing our prettiest spots around the state. Follow Begeman on his blog, www.cbegeman.blogspot.com.

Contact Christian Begeman via email: begs@rocketmail.com

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Civilized S.D. Politics

Like my friend Cory Heidelberger, I was delighted when South Dakota Magazine invited me to contribute a column. As instructed, I will tell you a little about myself. I grew up in Arkansas and went to graduate school in Southern California. I have been teaching at Northern State University since 1989.

I teach political science and philosophy. My field of research is Biopolitics, the intersection of biology and political theory. I recently edited a book, Darwinian Conservatism. I write a regular column for the Aberdeen American News, and a blog called South Dakota Politics.

I will write here on state and national politics and occasionally on scientific questions and energy policy. If my friend Cory writes from the left, I once took a survey that identified me as a conservative with libertarian tendencies. That’s about right.

I think the federal government is spending way beyond its means and that our welfare state in its current form is unsustainable. I believe in government but I also believe that power always involves temptation and corruption. Accordingly I believe in limited government. I like the Constitution just fine and the Declaration of Independence even better. I am prolife because I believe that all human beings are created equal, male and female, rich and poor, black and white, born and unborn.

On the other hand I am, somewhat reluctantly, opposed to capital punishment. I am in favor of legal, same sex marriage. I believe firmly in Darwinian evolution and use that theory in my teaching and scholarship.

One more thing that Cory and I share is a love of the Rushmore State. Shortly after I came to South Dakota, a debate was held on the Northern campus. Prolife conservative Phyllis Schlafly debated Sarah Weddington, a lawyer who argued Roe v. Wade before the Supreme Court. Sitting just in front of me was a tall, lean man with several children around him. He was not prochoice on abortion. Whenever Schlafly finished a comment, his large hands would come together in thunderous claps of applause. When Sarah Weddington spoke, those same hands would grip one another and, I am not kidding, I could see his jaw clinch. However, despite his visible passion, he never interrupted a single word that Ms. Weddington said.

South Dakota is an altogether civilized place. One purpose of this column will be to celebrate its virtues.

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Encouraging Visions

Pat Boyd is Executive Director of South Dakotans for the Arts, a statewide nonprofit membership organization dedicated to advancing the arts through service, education and advocacy.

My first South Dakota home was a farmstead near Junius. In 1978, this was a Little House on the Prairie dream come true for a girl who grew up in Chicago apartments. After college, we had lived in Eugene, Oregon, a wonderful place — but this move was going to be all right, despite the fact that you could see my heel marks on the Oregon Trail. My South Dakota husband wanted to return home. Kicking and screaming having failed to win the argument, I found solace in the notion that our two baby daughters would enjoy the freedom and spirit of childhood outside the city limits. We would have a big garden, many farm pets and the love of family, friends and community. We packed up our India prints, cotton diapers and Birkenstocks and set off for the fabled prairie.

One day that spring, the sun came out and the wind died down. I put the baby in her backpack, took her three year old sister by the hand, and headed out with Rover (actual name) for a walk in the pasture on the other side of our shelter of trees and thicket. Glorious! All that sky, prairie forever and nothing was taller than a windmill for miles. Why, the earth really was very big and round, spinning through deep space. I panicked. Rover launched a suicidal jackrabbit chase as I hit the ground and lay there flat on my face, clutching the earth, sure we would be thrown off it by centrifugal force. The baby gurgled with delight at this game as her sister, even then more sensible than I, helped us to my feet.

South Dakota is still home after 33 years evenly divided between East and West River. It has been a humbling experience. Harvey Dunn came to deserve more artistic credit for my successful transplantation than Laura Ingalls Wilder. Soon after that disconcerting hike, I found a rack of postcards in the Prairie Village gift shop. The Prairie is my Garden became my personal icon. That fierce young mother shamed me, and still gives me foolish strength in the face of the unknown. I later moved to Mitchell to head up the Oscar Howe Art Center, where I learned exactly how much I did not know about Native Americans in general and their arts in particular. Out here in the Black Hills with South Dakotans for the Arts, I have learned about the need to nurture, protect and defend beauty. I could not imagine rising to that challenge had I never stood up and followed her eyes to survey and confront the landscape without fear.

Pat Boyd is Executive Director of South Dakotans for the Arts, a statewide nonprofit membership organization dedicated to advancing the arts through service, education and advocacy. Pat and her husband, artist George Prisbe, live at Hanna Creek in the northern Black Hills.

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So You Think I’m a Leftist

South Dakota Magazine has invited me to contribute a”From the Left” column. I am honored to answer that call… but I wonder: Is there a”left wing” in our state? Calling a fellow South Dakotan a”liberal” feels like calling Sioux Falls”the big city.”

If South Dakota has a left-wing, I wonder: do I really represent it? I oppose Governor Daugaard’s Large Project Fund because it prioritizes corporate welfare over education. Some folks consider education a leftist fetish (the poppycock! you hear comes from William F. Buckley’s ghost). But I’m just as cranky about corporate welfare because it interferes with the free market.

I oppose the Keystone oil pipelines less out of fear of global warming (come January, I favor global warming) and more out a belief that South Dakotans’ property rights ought never be taken away by a foreign company, not even a nice polite company from Canada.

I support building more wind farms not just because wind power pollutes less, but because wind power could make South Dakotans rich and self-reliant. I oppose the No Child Left Behind Act not just because George W. Bush signed it, but because it defies the very principles I hear from Republicans that big government shouldn’t be meddling in local issues like education. And No Child Left Behind is one big-government program that I have yet to see do any South Dakota child or teacher any good.

Even in my support for universal single-payer health insurance, I groove to good capitalist arguments. Private health insurance creates friction in the labor market that prevents people from taking entrepreneurial risks (you want to leave your office job, start your own shop, and buy your own health insurance? Yikes!). A single-payer system, like George McGovern’s”Medicare for Everyone,” pay health care costs more efficiently and free up more resources for production and spending in the broader economy.

I take a fair share of left-wing positions, but I can take them for right-wing reasons. And left or right matters much less to me than figuring out what policies are good for South Dakota. If loving South Dakota makes me a lefty, then I’m a lefty. I’ll be proud to bear that banner in this corner of the South Dakota Magazine website.

Cory Allen Heidelberger writes the Madville Times political blog. He grew up on the shores of Lake Herman. He studied math and history at SDSU and information systems at DSU, and is currently teaching French at Spearfish High School. A longtime country dweller, Cory is enjoying “urban” living with his family in Spearfish.

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Note from Rosebud

Hello to all of our friends who read the South Dakota Magazine website. I am Sicangu Lakota from the Rosebud Indian Reservation in south central South Dakota.

I will be sharing a Lakota perspective about my life on the reservation with the readers of this online magazine. I hope my contributions to this publication will help our readers learn a little bit more about the Indian tribes of our state.

I am the mother of two grown children and have four grandchildren. I have been a freelance writer for over ten years. My articles and columns have appeared in several newspapers. I received my formal education at Arizona State University and Sinte Gleska University. I am a member of the Native American Journalists Association and the Oak Lake Writers Society.

I am currently the Editor of the Lakota Country Times. Our weekly newspaper serves both the Pine Ridge and Rosebud Reservations. Even though our focus is largely on the positive events happening amongst our young Lakota people who live on these two reservations, we also print stories submitted by Indian people living in other areas.

Today, the majority of people living in the United States know my tribe as one of the Sioux bands. My tribe is also sometimes called the Brule. However, there are many of us living on the modern day Indian Reservations in South Dakota who would rather be called Lakota, Dakota or Nakota.

The federal government recognizes the tribes living in South Dakota as the Sioux; this is the legal term used to identify our people. My tribal membership card shows I am a member of the Rosebud Sioux Tribe. Also, there are many of my people who will identify themselves as Sioux.

South Dakota has nine Indian Reservations. Rosebud, Pine Ridge, Lower Brule, Standing Rock and Cheyenne River are all comprised of Lakota people living west of the Missouri River. Flandreau, Sisseton, Yankton and Crow Creek are the homes of Dakota people living east of the river.

There are three dialects to our native language — Lakota, Dakota and Nakota. Visitors to our reservations can hear our language still spoken among many of our people today. Most of our Nakota speaking relatives currently reside in Canada.

In closing, I am looking forward to offering you a glimpse of my people and our way of life in the upcoming columns on http://www.southdakotamagazine.com. Thank you for reading!

Vi Waln is Sicangu Lakota and an enrolled member of the Rosebud Sioux Tribe. Her columns were awarded first place in the South Dakota Newspaper Association 2010 contest. She can be reached through email at sicanguscribe@yahoo.com.

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JazzFest Melts Sioux Falls

Bonerama, a trombone quartet from New Orleans, performs at JazzFest in 2007. This year’s headliners include Indigenous, Terrance Simien & the Zydeco Experience and Little Feat. Photo by Chad Coppess.

Sioux Falls’ weekend of hot weather and hot music is here! JazzFest kicked off last night in Yankton Trails Park with headliners Indigenous and the Fabulous Thunderbirds. The annual event, organized by the Sioux Falls Jazz and Blues Society, started as a backyard party with 250 fans and musicians. The free festival now draws up to 100,000 people from around the region with two stages, a kids’ area and a 5k run/walk. And it’s a”party with a purpose.” Proceeds from beer, pop and water go towards the educational programs put on by SFJB.

If you’re not into jazz there are a lot of other genres performing — even rap. My husband and I plan to check out our favorite folk/pop band, We All Have Hooks for Hands (below), on Saturday night. Here’s Friday and Saturday’s schedule if you’re going. I’ve tried to classify their sounds, even though it’s getting harder to do these days.

Friday:

Main Stage
6:00 pm — Sharon Little (blues/soul)
8:00 pm — Anders Osborne (blues)
9:30 pm — Little Feat (rock)

Second Stage
6:00 pm — The Union Grove Pickers (folk/bluegrass)
7:30 pm — Wumpus (alternative rock/psychedelic country)
9:00 pm — Pasque (Americana/rock)

Saturday:

Main Stage
12:00 pm — Elisabeth Hunstad (jazz)
1:30 pm — JazzFest Jazz Camp featuring Allen Vizzutti
3:00 pm — Mike Miller Trio (jazz)
4:30 pm — Maraca (jazz fusion)
6:00 pm — Jeff Lorber Fusion (jazz fusion)
8:00 pm — funky METERS (Afro-beat/funk)
10:00 pm — Terrance Simien & the Zydeco Experience (zydeco/cajun)

Second Stage
1:30 pm — Diischer-Pederson Trio (jazz)
3:00 pm — Kepler’s Theory (fusion pop)
4:30 pm — Charles Sanders Quintet (jazz)
6:00 pm — Chris Champion Group (jazz)
7:30 pm — We all Have Hooks for Hands (folk/pop)
9:00 pm — Soulcrate Music (hip hop/rap)

Children’s Area
1:30 pm — Washington Pavilion’s Science of Sound
2:00 pm — Phil Baker
3:00 pm — Creole for Kidz & The History of Zydeco with Terrance Simien
4:30 pm — Phil Baker
5:30 pm — The Coopers/Instrument Petting Zoo
6:30 pm — Washington Pavilion’s Science of Sound

Visit the JazzFest website for information.

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The Capital Man

John Sutherland helped Pierre become the capital of South Dakota. Then he did it again. And again.

Between 1889 and 1904, Sutherland served as president of his hometown’s capital committee, and waged three successful campaigns to locate the seat of government in the budding town along the Missouri River. On Saturday, July 9, the state historical society plans to recognize Sutherland’s contributions to South Dakota history by dedicating a marker at his former home on the corner of North Huron and West Capitol avenues.

Not much has been written about Sutherland and his capital crusade, but Marshall Damgaard covers the topic well in The South Dakota State Capitol: The First Century, his book on the history of our capitol that appeared just in time for its centennial.

In the first campaign in 1889, Sutherland boasted of Pierre’s central location (once the Great Sioux Reservation was opened) and its spot along the Missouri River, which still carried numerous boats from Yankton to Bismarck. Supporters of Huron for the capital countered:”Pierre says she is a geographical center. Well, so is the North Pole, but although it is nearly as accessible as Pierre, no one seems to think of calling any public gathering there.”

In October, Pierre won a six-way battle for temporary capital status. But after statehood came in November, voters had to select a permanent site. Damgaard writes that Sutherland placed 40 campaign coordinators around the state and kept them”well-stoked with funds to ply voters with drinks and theater tickets.”

Sutherland earned his living as a well-respected and successful lawyer, so it’s a bit ironic that he was a major player in a 15-year fight that involved so many under the table deals. After Pierre emerged victorious again in the 1890 fight, Sutherland was asked if he thought either side had committed voter fraud. He said no, but also said Pierre was ready. In one empty precinct,”the committee had ballots marked and voting registers filled with names copied from the society page of a Saint Paul newspaper ready to use if necessary.”

Measures to move the capital surfaced in every successive legislative session until 1904, when legislators decided to put the matter to a final vote of the people. This time, lawmakers chose Mitchell to challenge Pierre. Sutherland again sent operatives across the state, but told them only to buy votes unless it negated a similar action by the Mitchell men. Railroads issued thousands of passes for people to visit each town, but Sutherland’s Stand Pat for Pierre campaign emerged victorious for the third and final time.

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The Cowboy Governor

Charisma and money are the top qualifications for getting elected to high political office these days. Historians wonder whether some of our best leaders of yesteryear would have been able to serve in our YouTube world.

But South Dakota historians don’t question the electability of Tom Berry, the Belvidere rancher who was elected governor of South Dakota in 1932 during the depths of the Great Depression.

And I was reminded of Berry’s popularity again today when Jan Rasmussen, a White River rancher and the niece of the governor, emailed a story about her”Uncle Tom.”

Mrs. Rasmussen wrote that her dad and her uncle ran the popular West River Frontier Days rodeo for a number of years. The Frontier Days rodeo ranked alongside the Cheyenne, Calgary and Belle Fourche rodeos in those days. The Berry brothers probably did everything from lining up the riders to ordering the beer and selling tickets.

For a few years, Uncle Tom even helped judge the bucking bronc riders. Of course, there’s always a wiseacre around to question whether a politician knows what he’s doing. One day, a spectator questioned whether Tom Berry knew anything about broncs.

The cowboy politician — then a state legislator, and never one to take much guff — immediately left his judging station in the arena, climbed aboard a wild, snorting bronc, and told the chute men to open the gate. The first bronc didn’t buck too much so Berry climbed on another and rode it as well. That seemed to satisfy anyone in the crowd who didn’t already know that Tom Berry could ride a horse.

We’ve collected a lot of good Tom Berry stories through the years, and published most of them in the magazine.

Anyone who wonders how a Democratic candidate won the governorship hasn’t heard of how he campaigned. He would stop wherever there was a crowd, and then proceed to regale the people with stories and good jokes. Some compared him to the great Western humorist Will Rogers.

Berry seldom drove by a threshing or haying bee during campaign season, because he knew there would be people and a good noon meal. He was invariably invited to sit down with the workers. On one occasion, he showed up at the Gene and Linnet Hutchinson ranch in Mellette County, where the family had gathered to put up the hay.

Mrs. Hutchinson was very pleased to have such a distinguished guest but she was also embarrassed by the men’s manners. And she wondered what would happen after dessert, when her husband, her sons and the hired man generally took a nap on the living room floor. Surely, she hoped, they wouldn’t do anything so rude with a would-be governor in the house.

The men and boys, of course, were not burdened with such a strong sense of propriety. Once the pie was eaten, they retired to the living room and soon were snoring. Berry, sensing Mrs. Hutchinson’s discomfort, assured her that there was no reason for apologies. Then he took off his cowboy hat and got down on the floor for a snooze of his own.

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Karolevitz: Rose to the Challenge

Way back in the 1960s, a bunch of 4-H kids gathered at Pine Acres 4-H Grounds in Yankton for our annual meeting. We enjoyed our moms’ potluck casseroles and then some guy with a crewcut got up to speak.

He explained that he had recently moved back to Yankton, and then he started telling stories. Funny stories. We’d never heard anything like him — not even on television or radio. He knew stories about people and places we knew and loved.

That was my introduction to Bob Karolevitz. About a decade later, when my brother, Brian and I were figuring out how to get more readers for our newspaper, The Yankton County Observer, I remembered that funny guy. Brian suggested that we get acquainted with him by featuring him in our paper. Bob had just finished writing the state’s history in commemoration of the state’s bi-centennial, and he was as busy as anybody in South Dakota. But he happily met with Brian, and the very next week we featured him and his lovely wife, Phyllis.

Before long, Bob agreed to write a humor column that appeared weekly in The Observer for the past 30 years. Through the years, many other papers also started to publish his weekly humor. I don’t think I ever read his column without remembering that 4-H dinner at Pine Acres.

Sadly, Bob had to stop writing the column a year ago due to declining health. And last Friday night, Bob Karolevitz died at age 89. South Dakota has lost one of its greatest historians and perhaps its most prolific author.

Karolevitz was one of America’s great promoters. In fact, he was a well-known public relations director on the West Coast before he came home to Yankton in the 1960s to establish a literary career. Many South Dakotans probably won’t recognize his name because of the simple fact that he never promoted himself any more than absolutely necessary.

Still, among journalists and historians he will forever be remembered for the timeless books he provided. Some were serious, like the bi-centennial book that today is regarded as one of the most complete and readable histories ever penned. He titled it South Dakota: The Challenge State because he believed the our peoples’ trials and tribulations have led to an admirable work ethic and value system. He once worked to nickname South Dakota.”The Challenge State,” but it never quite took hold.

Karolevitz dedicated the book to “South Dakotans of all eras — Indian and non-Indian men and women … and especially those who have faced and conquered the challenges in anonymity.”

His stories were not just about the rich and famous, the powerful and political. His blue collar boyhood days in Depression era Yankton must have taught him that the folks who really make a community and a state successful are those who work long days on the farms, in the stores and factories and offices.

In the early 1980s, we collaborated with Bob to compile some of his funny columns into a series of popular books. The first was titled Touloose the Goose and Other Ridiculous Stories. We pictured Bob at his beloved Mission Hill farm, caught in a mess of barbed wire, digging a grave for a favorite hen and riding a hobbyhorse. He made a living as a serious writer, thinker and speaker — but he also had a knack for making us laugh and it’s a gift he shared.

My favorite Karolevitz story is about the church meeting where members are trying to decide how to spend a $100 donation they’d received from an estate. One fellow made a motion that the church buy a chandelier with the money, but his neighbor jumped up to speak in opposition.

“Let’s not waste this money on a chandelier!” he argued. “We don’t need some darned chandelier. What this church needs is more light!”

Of course, there was often a lesson in Bob’s humor. But he was never one to preach to readers or listeners. You might not realize you learned something until hours after the hearty laugh.

In all, Karolevitz wrote 37 books, plus countless newspaper articles and stories — including many fine contributions to South Dakota Magazine. His writings will be of immeasurable value for as long as there is a South Dakota. What a void we would have in many areas of literature if Bob and his wife, Phyllis, had not wanted to return to their home state from Seattle more than 50 years ago with their two daughters, Jan and Jill. Phyllis was a a full partner in Bob’s work, helping with research, book sales, travel arrangements, farm chores and numerous other details that writers often neglect.

South Dakota has never been an easy place to earn a living as a writer. That was especially true when he came home in the 1960s. He never became rich from the 37 books and the thousands of columns he wrote — but we are all far richer because he wrote them.

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Slim’s Pickings

Even if you didn’t grow up on a ranch, Slim McNaught’s cowboy poetry is bound to make you crack a smile. We wrote about his CD Reminiscin‘ in our current issue. One of the tracks is called “Tom Cat Wreck.” It’s the story of how McNaught once got bucked off his horse when a cat jumped from the haymow and dug its claws into the mare. That’s bad enough, but McNaught landed face first in a fresh cow pie.

Here’s a short excerpt explaining what happened when the ruckus caused other colts in the barn to bolt:

So I flopped back down, tryin’ to squirm into the ground,
’cause them colts was now trompin’ my frame
And to add insult to hurt, they pushed my face in the dirt,
right back in them cowpie remains.
Now, the skin has grew back and the breaks are intact
and the years have brought out the humor
But ’til that cat was gone, we did not get along
and if you hear I like cats, it’s a rumor
.

McNaught lives on a ranch near New Underwood, where he operates a custom leather business. Here’s a link to his website.