January 12, 1888, began as an unseasonably warm morning across Nebraska, the Dakotas, and Minnesota, the weather so mild that children walked to school without coats and gloves. But that afternoon, without warning, the atmosphere suddenly, violently changed. One moment the air was calm; the next the sky exploded in a raging chaos of horizontal snow and hurricane-force winds. Temperatures plunged as an unprecedented cold front ripped through the center of the continent.
By Friday morning, January 13, some 500 people lay dead on the drifted prairie, many of them children who had perished on their way home from country schools. In a few terrifying hours, the hopes of the pioneers had been blasted by the bitter realities of their harsh environment. Recent immigrants from Germany, Norway, Denmark, and Ukraine learned that their free homestead was not a paradise but a hard, unforgiving place governed by natural forces they neither understood nor controlled.
©2004 David Laskin (P)2016 Tantor
"A gripping story, well told." (School Library Journal)
...read The Long Way Home: An American Journey from Ellis Island to the Great War or The Family: Three Journeys into the Heart of the Twentieth Century. Both were very narrative and super interesting.
The Children's Blizzard...meh. I just don't think Laskin had enough material to work with so the book didn't have much "story," unlike the two I mentioned above. Instead we learn waaaaaay too much about weather in general.
The author did his homework! This book is wrought with stories handed down over the generations from people who survived this historic storm. He paints a painful and sad tale of life in the rural midwest, taking you back to the Ukraine to follow certain immigrant familes from the start of their journey to the the farmlands where in 1888 they fell victim to this terrible act of god.
The weather forecasting information got a little too technical for me. And the narrator seemed at times to be talking to the point of being out of breath, where he'd kind of spit out the last word of his sentance. I found that a little distracting. But overall this was a great read. I couldn't put it down. I cried at parts. Over a hundred years later and the author leaves you grieving over the losses experienced that awful day.
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