With colorful parades and picnics and fireworks displays, Independence Day is an especially photogenic holiday. But many of the Fourth of July photos in the Star Tribune archives illustrate how not to spend the holiday. Don’t drive recklessly (or you’ll end up in the morgue). Don’t shoot off illegal fireworks (or you’ll end up in the hospital). Don’t tease dogs with illegal fireworks (wait … what?).
This year I’ll offer two images that feature smiling happy people. Perhaps you can identify some of them.
Thirty-plus feet of rain gutter? Check. A few rolls of aluminum foil to line it? Check. Scores of peeled bananas? Check. Gallons and gallons of vanilla ice cream and chocolate syrup — and a few cans of maraschino cherries to top it all off? Check, check, check! On July 4, 1969, Mrs. Donald Schrader of south Minneapolis had all the makings of the holiday weekend’s largest banana split. Her neighbors in the 4100 block of Ewing Avenue S. lined up for the colossal dessert. (Minneapolis Tribune photo by Powell Krueger)
The lovely Lorraine Olson — your great-grandmother, perhaps? — appeared on the front page of the Minneapolis Star on July 4, 1936, as part of a three-photo package titled "As Minneapolis Celebrates the Fourth of July." The caption listed no age or location.
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Without major league sports or even a decent shopping mall, entertainment options were somewhat limited in these parts in 1915. Twin City Lines, which ran the streetcars, used this three-column ad in the Minneapolis Morning Tribune to drum up interest in trips to the “wonderful” new state prison outside Stillwater.
“We’re bringing her to the hospital now! Have the doctors ready! We’ll be there in five minutes!” When the foregoing message in an agitated woman’s voice rang in her ear over the telephone, Miss Olive Johnson, night superintendent of nurses at St. Barnabas Hospital, got into action with the speed of professional system. She sensed at least a serious automobile accident. Within the stipulated five minutes two physicians, the night surgeon, two nurses and three or four attendants stood mobilized in the operating room.
Mrs. Helga Estby and her daughter, Clara Estby, of Spokane, Wash., who last year performed the marvelous feat of walking from Spokane to New York city, arrived in Minneapolis last evening on their way home, and are at present at the Excelsior-Scandia house. They came from Chicago, which city they left May 5.