Visiting Fergus Falls
Truth be told, everything I have written so far, I have written since Debbie and I visited Fergus Falls. I had wanted to use Fergus Falls as a practice run for visiting ancestral villages in Europe. And to see what I might want to write about afterwards. When I started writing, I realized that I needed to tell much more of the story before I could reflect on being there. So that is what I have done.
We traveled from the cabin in Mission Township, MN to Fergus Falls. We went through Brainerd and took 210 and 10 West and travelled through at least a half dozen little towns. As we passed through these towns, many of which had clearly fallen from their glory days, it did feel as if we were traveling back in time. Louis and Elizabeth had moved from Minneapolis to Fergus Falls 102 years before our visit. Had Louis visited these towns on his sales trips? What would he have seen?
Here are some of the things we saw:
I feel lucky that I got to go there. I find it historically and personally interesting to see what they might have seen. If nothing else, I’ve walked where they walked and started to contemplate their stories. And what it means for mine.
As an aside, I wanted to buy a t-shirt or something that said “Fergus Falls.” So we asked around if there were any stores besides Walgreens that might sell local things like t-shirts. We were sent away from main street toward Interstate 94. The area looked like any suburban neighborhood bordering the interstate. But it was also depressed. There was a mall that was empty. Some car dealer lots. A hotel. etc. Next to the bowling alley, we found our t-shirt store. It was a family business that had been there for 50 years. Chatting with the ‘90 year patriarch who is too young to have heard of Liberty Garment down the street, he shared with us that they just added guns and amo to the store. So I picked up a Fergus Falls High School t-shirt, but passed on the hunting rifle. Oh Minnesota.