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Saturday, April 18, 2015

When Disaster Strikes, What Would You Do?



None of us know what we would or wouldn’t do in a disaster until it’s upon us. We would probably like to think we would act calmly and preform with courage and valor. Maybe we even hope we will lead others to safety or protect them in horrific circumstances. Perhaps these hopes, fears, and wishes make us think about the disastrous sinking of the RMS Titanic on April 15, 1912 at 2:20 AM.



One person that comes to mind when I think about the sinking of the Titanic is the unlikely heroine, a wild western woman, Margaret Brown. She did what we all hope we would do in the face of a horrific disaster. After her heroic efforts, she later became known as the “Unsinkable Molly Brown”. But the Titanic is not the only time Margaret rose to the occasion as a humanitarian and a leader. Settle back in your desk chair or recliner while I tell the tale of the remarkable Margaret Brown.

She was born Margaret Tobin in 1867 in Hannibal, Missouri, the daughter of an impoverished ditch-digger. When she was 18, she travel to Leadville, Colorado to join her brother, Daniel, who worked in the booming silver mining town of Leadville, Colorado. It was there she caught the eye of James Joseph Brown, nicknamed “J.J.”, the manager of a local silver mine. J.J. was an enterprising, self-educated man whose parents, like Molly’s, had emigrated from Ireland. The couple married in 1886. Although Molly had always planned to marry a rich man, she said, “I wanted a rich man, but I loved Jim Brown. I thought about how I wanted comfort for my father and how I had determined to stay single until a man presented himself who could give to the tired old man the things I longed for him. Jim was as poor as we were, and had no better chance in life. I struggled hard with myself in those days. I loved Jim, but he was poor. Finally, I decided that I'd be better off with a poor man whom I loved than with a wealthy one whose money had attracted me. So I married Jim Brown.”

But things were about to change, The Brown family acquired great wealth when in 1893 J.J.'s mining engineering efforts proved instrumental in the production of a substantial ore seam at the Little Jonny Mine of his employers, Ibex Mining Company, and he was awarded 12,500 shares of stock and a seat on the board. In Leadville, Molly helped by working in soup kitchens to assist miners' families.
In 1894, the Browns moved to Denver, Colorado, which gave the family more social opportunities. Molly became a charter member of the Denver Woman's Club, whose mission was the improvement of women's lives by continuing education and philanthropy. Adjusting to the trappings of a society lady, Molly became immersed in the arts and became fluent in French, German, and Italian. Molly co-founded a branch in Denver of the Alliance Française to promote her love of French culture. I had a hard time learning French in high school. I certainly can’t imagine learning two other languages fluently as well, so I think these accomplishments show how smart and determined Molly Brown was.

Unfortunately, the blue bloods of Denver found Molly to flamboyant and forceful for their taste and she was never accepted into their society. Sadly, after 23 years of marriage, J.J. and Molly privately separated in 1909. The agreement gave Margaret a cash settlement and she maintained possession of the house on Pennsylvania Street in Denver. She also received a $700 monthly allowance (equivalent to $18,374 today) to continue her travels and social work. They continued to stay in touch and cared for one another through the rest of their lives. They had 2 children, Larry and Helen.
Molly Brown continued her social work by assisting in the fund-raising for Denver's Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception which was completed in 1911. She worked with Judge Lindsey to help destitute children and establish the United States' first juvenile court which helped form the basis of the modern U.S. juvenile courts system.
And then she boarded the Titanic.

When the ship began to sink into the icy Atlantic on April 15, 1912 at 2:20 AM, Molly helped passengers board the life boats until, she was finally convinced to take a seat in Life Boat #6 to preserve her own life. Because she was instrumental in saving the lives of other passengers, convincing them to row back and save other survivors. Her urgings were met with opposition from Quartermaster Robert Hichens, the crewman in charge of Lifeboat 6. Hichens was fearful that if they did go back, the lifeboat would either be pulled down due to suction or the people in the water would swamp the boat in an effort to get inside. Sources vary as to whether the boat did go back and if they found anyone alive when they did.  Molly even took an oar herself to row them to safety on the Carpathian, Margaret Brown became known as “the unsinkable Molly Brown.”



 Molly Brown giving Captain Arthur Henry Rostron an award for his service in the rescue of Titanic's surviving passengers

But Molly wasn’t finished. She ran for Senate in 1914 but ended her campaign to return to France to work with the American Committee for Devastated France during WWI.

Later, when J.J. Brown died on September 5, 1922, Margaret told newspapers, "I've never met a finer, bigger, more worthwhile man than J.J. Brown." J.J. died without a will and it caused five years of dispute between Margaret and her two children before they finally settled the estate. Due to their lavish spending J.J. left an estate valued at only $238,000, equal to $3,353,292 today. Molly was to receive $20,000 in cash and securities (equal to $281,789 today), and the interest on a $100,000 trust fund (equal to $1,408,946 today) in her name. Her children, Lawrence and Helen, received the rest. A court case against Helen and Lawrence was settled privately, and Margaret and her children were reconciled at the time of her death in 1932.

Her fame as a well-known Titanic survivor helped her promote the issues she felt strongly about—the rights of workers and women, education and literacy for children, historic preservation, and commemoration of the bravery and chivalry displayed by the men aboard the Titanic. During World War I in France, she worked with the American Committee for Devastated France to rebuild areas behind the front line and helped wounded French and American soldiers. She was awarded the French Légion d'Honneur for her good citizenship including her activism and philanthropy in America. During the last years of her life, she was an actress.



After she died in 1932 (during the Great Depression), her two children sold her estate for $6,000, equal to $109,311 today. She is buried in the Cemetery of the Holy Rood in Westbury, New York.

Margaret Brown, the unsinkable Molly Brown, will live in our memories forever. Though wealth may have given her the opportunity to be in first class on the HMS Titanic, it was her willingness to act with valor and courage when it was greatly needed, that made her famous and for which we will always honor her in our hearts.


 (All photos open domain from Wikipedia)



 Sarah J. McNeal

Sarah McNeal is a multi-published author of several genres including time travel, paranormal, western and historical fiction. She is a retired ER nurse who lives in North Carolina with her four-legged children, Lily, the Golden Retriever and Liberty, the cat. Besides her devotion to writing, she also has a great love of music and plays several instruments including violin, bagpipes, guitar and harmonica. Her books and short stories may be found at Publishing by Rebecca Vickery, Victory Tales Press, Prairie Rose Publications and Painted Pony Books, and Fire Star Press, imprints of Prairie Rose Publications. She welcomes you to her website and social media:



Sunday, February 10, 2013

Charles Whipple, Western Author, tells a true love story

CHARLES WHIPPLE
Writing as:
CHUCK TYRELL
Posted by Celia Yeary
Welcome, Charles Whipple! I know you are a Western author and you write under the name Chuck Tyrell. So why do you live in Japan?

Who me? Why do I live in Japan? Well, that’s a love story, a real one. Here’s how:
  That girl.
  She stood there making copies, her black hair shining in the spring sun. Her white teeth flashed in a warm smile for me, a man she did not know.
  Hi.
  Hello.
  Where are you from?
  The third floor. I work part time.
  Busy?
  They keep me so. I copy a lot. She plucked a page out and grabbed the copies. Got to go, she said, and gave me that warm smile once more. See you, she said.
   With a twirl of her skirt that showed off her slim legs, she left. But the sight of her burned in my eyes. My mind whirled. Third floor. Part time. No name. Just a face, that black hair, and those slim legs.
   I went to my desk and tried to work. But she got in the way. I wanted to hear her voice and see her face again. I got up and walked, thinking of her, ending up on the third floor.
  I worked in sales. I was a suit, not a wrist or a pen. So why was I on the third floor? The pens wrote copy and wrists laid out ads on the third floor. For suits, the air up there was rare. We took the stairs only when called.
  Still, there I was, walking the aisles, peering in nooks, looking for that shiny black hair and heart-shaped face, searching for her.
  Her nook was way in the back. She hunched over her desk, studying data. I breathed a sigh.     
  I’d found her.
  Now she's my wife.
Japanese flower arrangement--the vase for flowers is from La Paz, BCS, Mexico. The large pottery vase is Japanese, as is the one with the vine bail.
~~*~~You see, it was a romance. A love affair. But when I asked her parents for her hand, they disapproved. She was an only child, and I was a foreigner, someone who would take her far away. “What will become of me?” her mother asked. Not once, but time and again. So we promised not to leave them alone. And, although we lived in Hawaii for a couple of years, all the rest of our married life has been spent here in Japan. Her mother is gone, but father lives with us still.

Why do you write westerns?

  I’ve always read westerns, since I was but a boy (which I still am, at heart). The first book I remember reading was Smokey the Cowhorse, by Will James. Of course Louis L’Amour was a favorite.
  Actually, I didn’t decide to write for a living until I was 33 or 34 years old. And then I didn’t sell a single magazine article until I was 35. Since, of course, articles number in the hundreds, if not thousands. But why westerns?
  I caught wind of a Louis L’Amour write-alike contest, whipped out a novel in about a month, and sent it off.
  Didn’t win.
  Came to the conclusion that I couldn’t write fiction. I mean, after all, I already had awards for advertising copy, for annual reports, for corporate newsletters . . . supposedly, I could write.
  I put the manuscript, painfully typed out on an IBM Selectric typewriter, in a bottom desk drawer. It stayed there for 20 years. Then, for some reason, I pulled it out. Sent it to a British publisher, Robert Hale Publishing, which agreed to publish it if I’d trim the manuscript to less than 40,000 words. Of course, I agreed. The novel became Vulture Gold, the first of the Havelock stories. 
  And, as with most westerns, there’s a love interest. Laura Donovan shoots the protagonist, Marshal Garet Havelock of Vulture City, but at the end of the book, she agrees to marry him, setting up the next Havelock story, of course.

Return to Silver Creek
Newlyweds Laura and Garet Havelock move to his homestead on Silver Creek, an actual creek in central Arizona that eventually runs into the Little Colorado, which dumps its load of silt into the Colorado river. Silver Creek, however, runs cool and clear from its headwaters in the White Mountains. Havelock’s budding ranch is located where I used to fish for trout lo those many decades ago. And they should have been able to raise the blooded horses that they planned to and made a decent living for a young and growing family. That was before Loren Buchard of the 24 ranch tried to buy them out. That was before someone came by while Garet was off buying young stock and raped Laura. That was before she went missing and all Garet had to go on were the signs left around the cabin and in the soft ground around it.

Once I made a list of characteristics that defined Garet Havelock. They included:
~*~Never draw your gun unless you are going to pull the trigger
~*~Never pull the trigger unless you are aiming to kill
~*~Always be willing to help a neighbor
~*~Make friends with stray dogs
~*~Want to live
~*~Be ready to die
~*~Hope for a son
~*~Love a daughter
~*~Stop your horse just to watch the sun go down
~*~Pay attention to the little things
~*~Love your woman to distraction

Return to Silver Creek is 80,000 words about how much a man loves his wife, and how much she loves him. You can’t get more romance than that, IMHO. Thing is, after what happened in that homestead cabin, Laura’s not sure if she can ever return to Silver Creek.

Now, here’s what the Havelocks are like.
One Havelock gets in trouble and Havelocks start showing up from all over. Little brother Johnny galloped in from El Paso. Cousins Willem and Wylan (Will & Wont) come up from the mines at Bisbee to help build the ranch house at Silver Creek. Families mean a lot, a whole lot.
Remember Johnny Havelock? He’s a drifter, kinda. He’s been all up and down the Outlaw Trail, which stretches from Canada to Mexico. Not a wanted man, as such, but not really a man with roots. All he has to his name is a good horse, a good rifle, and a good six-gun. But Laura’s friend, Rita Pilar, finds him intriguing. She decides Johnny is to boyish a name for a man like the younger Havelock, whose full name is Johannes, so she christens him Ness. And the name catches on.
But when the Pilars and their vaqueros and the Havelocks and their hired help have Christmas fiesta at Silver Creek, Ness Havelock is not there. That sets things up for Havelock book #3.

Pitchfork Justice
  Ness Havelock is riding the rock country north and a little west of Moab, Utah, when he’s stopped by Isom Dart, a historical character who was called “The Outlaw Mail” because everyone trusted him to deliver messages. A friend in Saint Johns, Arizona, it seems, needs Ness’s help.
  Easier said than done. You see, Ness wants to see Rita Pilar, but now a friend has asked for help, and you don’t turn down requests for assistance from those you’ve ridden the river with.
  There’s more. Some years ago, Ness had a shootout with three hardcase brothers in Telluride, Colorado. He rode away, they didn’t. Now their little brother, Ruel Gatlin, has sworn a blood oath that he’ll get Ness Havelock by hook or by crook.
  At Moab, Ness finds out that Gatlin is on his trail. Then he runs into Harlow Wilson, owner of the Pitchfork Outfit and sadistic pedophile. What a love story, eh?
  Ness’s friend, Roland Prince, owns a spread just north of Saint Johns. Harlow Wilson, who calls himself Judge, says he has 50,000 cows on the way up from Texas, but they never seem to arrive. Rita’s father, Don Fernando Pilar, owns a Spanish Land Grant rancho just north of Concho, which is west of Saint Johns (you can check the map of Arizona, if you wish), but Ness doesn’t just go riding up and say, “I’m back, darlin’.” You see, Rita’s landed, and her family stretches back three generations and more. Ness is the son of a Texas Ranger who died in the War between the States and a Western Cherokee woman. He’s a halfbreed. He’s not worthy of her. He has nothing but a horse and two guns and a Stetson hat. He loves her, but sees no hope of ever being what she wants and needs. (Of course, Rita does not agree with his evaluation of himself.)
  Naturally, when badman Baldy Fontelle takes Rita hostage to ensure his getaway from Saint Johns, Ness Havelock rode in pursuit. You’ll have to read the book to know the end of this love story.
~~*~~
Charles T. Whipple is an international award-winning author of fiction and nonfiction books, articles, and stories. He was born and reared in Show Low, Arizona, just 19 miles from Fort Apache (the real thing), and rode a horse more than he rode a bicycle. He writes westerns as Chuck Tyrell, a name chosen when his first western was published. Whipple is not a noir writer, and his westerns tend to be less gritty than some that find favor in these wicked days. Whipple also writes fiction set in Japan, some ancient, some fantasy, and some modern day. Several of his novels and stories feature female protagonists.

LINK TO AMAZON PAGE FOR: Chuck Tyrell, aka, Charles Whipple
http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=Chuck+Tyrell  

Charles will give away ebooks of Vulture Gold through Smashwords. Please leave a comment!

Thank you, Charles Whipple, for being our guest today.
Look for this Western author's books on Amazon and B&N under the name Chuck Tyrell.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

FREDERICK S. REMINGTON DEPICTS THE WEST



Obviously, I love the West or I wouldn't be associated with Sweethearts of the West. Even my contemporary novels and mysteries are set in the West, but I've written more novels set in the historic West as depicted by Frederick Remington. A few of his works are in the Amon Carter Museum in Fort Worth, Texas. I love that museum, which is one of the few free museums around. If I were wealthy, I'd have a larger home with walls hung with western art. As it is, I look at books like the one Dover Publishing sells (with a DVD) of famous Western paintings. Let me tell you about one of my favorite Western artists, Frederick Remington.

Frederick Sackrider Remington was the most successful Western illustrator in the “Golden Age” of illustration at the end of the 19th Century and the beginning of the 20th Century. Other Western artists such as Charles Russell (another of my favorites) and Charles Schreyvogel were known during Remington’s life as members of the “School of Remington”. His style was naturalistic, sometimes impressionistic, and usually veered away from the realism of earlier Western artists such as George Catlin. His focus was firmly on the people and animals of the West, with landscape usually of secondary importance--as opposed to Albert Bierstadt, who focused on the natural beauty with people and/or animals minutely included. Remington took artistic liberties in his depictions of human action, and for the sake of his readers’ and publishers’ interest. Though always confident in his subject matter, Remington was less sure about his colors, and critics often harped on his palette, but his lack of confidence drove him to experiment and produce a great variety of effects, some very true to nature and some imagined. You can see his solution clearly in the shadows below.

Aiding A Comrade, circa 1890


Remington was born in Canton, New York October 4, 1861 to Clara (Sackrider)  and Seth Pierre Remington. The family moved to Ogdensburg, New York when Remington was eleven and he attended Vermont Episcopal Institute, a church-run military school, where his father hoped discipline would rein in his son’s lack of focus, and perhaps lead to a military career via West Point. Remington took his first drawing lessons at the Institute. He then transferred to another military school where his classmates found the young Remington to be a pleasant fellow, a bit careless and lazy, good-humored, and generous of spirit, but definitely not soldier material. He enjoyed making caricatures and silhouettes of his classmates.

At sixteen, he wrote to his uncle of his modest ambitions, “I never intend to do any great amount of labor. I have but one short life and do not aspire to wealth or fame in a degree which could only be obtained by an extraordinary effort on my part”. He imagined a career for himself as a journalist, with art as a sideline. Can you tell he was an only child and much pampered? ☺ 

Remington was accepted to art school at Yale University, but while there, he spent more time in the sports programs than in attending art classes. He didn’t like drawing still life or from casts. He was an avid outdoorsman who loved horseback riding, swimming, camping and numerous other forms of exercise. He left Yale in 1879 to help nurse his ailing father, who died a year later of tuberculosis.

Living off his inheritance and modest work income, Remington refused to go back to art school and instead spent time camping and enjoying himself. At nineteen, he made his first trip west, going to Montana, at first to buy a cattle operation then a mining interest but realized he did not have sufficient capital for either. In the Old West of 1881, he saw the vast prairies, the quickly shrinking buffalo herds, the still unfenced cattle, and the last major confrontations of U.S. Cavalry and native American tribes, scenes he had imagined since his childhood. He also hunted grizzly bears with Montague Stevens in New Mexico in 1895. Though the trip was undertaken as a lark, it gave Remington a more authentic view of the West than some of the later artists and writers who followed in his footsteps, such as N. C. Wyeth and Zane Grey, who arrived twenty-five years later when the Old West had slipped into history.

From that first trip, Harper's Weekly published Remington’s first published commercial effort, a re-drawing of a quick sketch on wrapping paper that he had mailed back East. In 1883, Remington went to rural Peabody, Kansas, to try his hand at the booming sheep ranching and wool trade, as one of the “holiday stockmen”, rich young Easterners out to make a quick killing as ranch owners. He invested his entire inheritance but Remington found ranching to be a rough, boring, isolated occupation which deprived him of the finer things of Eastern life, and the real ranchers thought of him as lazy.(Refer to his letter to his Uncle Bill above.)

A Dash For The Timber, 1889


Remington was one of the first American artists to illustrate the true gait of the horse in motion (along with Thomas Eakins), as validated by the famous sequential photographs of Eadweard Muybridge. (Which I was fortunate to see at Fort Worth's Amon Carter Museum.) Previously, horses in full gallop were usually depicted with all four legs pointing out. The galloping horse became Remington’s signature subject, copied and interpreted by many Western artists who followed him, adopting the correct anatomical motion. Though criticized by some for his use of photography, Remington often created depictions that slightly exaggerated natural motion to satisfy the eye. He wrote, “the artist must know more than the camera... (the horse must be) incorrectly drawn from the photographic standpoint (to achieve the desired effect).”

He soon had enough success selling his paintings to locals to see art as a real profession. Remington returned home again, his inheritance gone but his faith in his new career secured, and he and his wife Eva moved to Brooklyn. He began studies at the Art Students League of New York and significantly bolstered his technique. Newspaper interest in the dying West was escalating. He submitted illustrations, sketches, and other works for publication with Western themes to Collier's and Harper's Weekly, as his recent Western highly exaggerated experiences and his hearty, breezy “cowboy” demeanor gained him credibility with the eastern publishers looking for authenticity. His first full-page cover under his own name appeared in Harper's Weekly on January 9, 1886, when he was twenty-five. With financial backing from his Uncle Bill, Remington was able to pursue his art career and support his wife.

Against the Sunset 1906


In 1886, Remington was sent to Arizona by Harper's Weekly on a commission as an artist-correspondent to cover the government’s war against Geronimo. Although he never caught up with Geronimo, Remington did acquire many authentic artifacts to be used later as props, and made many photos and sketches valuable for later paintings. He also made notes on the true colors of the West, such as “shadows of horses should be a cool carmine & Blue”, to supplement the black-and-white photos. Ironically, art critics later criticized his palette as “primitive and unnatural” even though it was based on actual observation.

After returning East, Remington was sent by Harper's Weekly to cover the Charleston, South Carolina earthquake of 1886. To expand his commission work, he also began doing drawings for Outing magazine. His first year as a commercial artist had been successful, earning Remington $1,200, almost triple that of a typical teacher. He had found his life’s work and bragged to a friend, “That’s a pretty good break for an ex cow-puncher to come to New York with $30 and catch on it ‘art’." 

Conjuring Back The Buffalo 1892


For commercial reproduction in black-and-white, he produced ink and wash drawings. As he added watercolor, he began to sell his work in art exhibitions. His works were selling well but garnered no prizes, as the competition was strong and masters like Winslow Homer and Eastman Johnson were considered his superiors. A trip to Canada in 1887, produced illustrations of the Blackfoot, the Crow Nation, and the Canadian Mounties, eagerly enjoyed by the reading public.

Later that year, Remington received a commission to do eighty-three illustrations for a book by Theodore Roosevelt, RANCH LIFE AND THE HUNTING TRAIL, to be serialized in The Century Magazine before publication. The 25-year-old Roosevelt had a similar Western adventure to Remington, losing money on a ranch in North Dakota the previous year but gaining experience which made him an “expert” on the West. The assignment gave Remington’s career a big boost and forged a lifelong connection with Roosevelt.

The Buffalo Hunt, 1890


His full-color oil painting Return of the Blackfoot War Party was exhibited at the National Academy of Design and the New York Herald commented that Remington would “one day be listed among our great American painters”. Though not admired by all critics, Remington’s work was deemed “distinctive” and “modern”. By now, he was demonstrating the ability to handle complex compositions with ease, as in Mule Train Crossing the Sierras in 1888, and to show action from all points of view. His status as the new trendsetter in Western art was solidified in 1889 when he won a second-class medal at the Paris Exposition. He had been selected by the American committee to represent American painting over Albert Bierstadt.

Around this time, Remington made a gentleman’s agreement with Harper's Weekly, giving the magazine an informal first option on his output but maintaining Remington’s independence to sell elsewhere if desired. As a bonus, the magazine launched a massive promotional campaign for Remington, stating that “He draws what he knows, and he knows what he draws.” Though laced with blatant puffery common for the time claiming that Remington was a bona fide cowboy and Indian scout, the effect of the campaign was to raise Remington to the equal of the era’s top illustrators, Howard Pyle and Charles Dana Gibson.

His first one-man show, in 1890, presented twenty-one paintings at the American Art Galleries and was very well received. With success all but assured, Remington became established in society. His personality, his “pseudo-cowboy” speaking manner, and “Wild West” reputation were strong social attractions. His biography falsely promoted some of the myths he encouraged about his Western experiences.

Remington’s association with Roosevelt paid off and the artist became a war correspondent and illustrator during the Spanish-American War in 1898, sent to provide illustrations for William Randolph Hearst’s New York Journal. He witnessed the assault on San Juan Hill by American forces, including those led by Roosevelt. However, his heroic conception of war, based in part on his father’s Civil War experiences, were shattered by the actual horror of jungle fighting and the deprivations he faced in camp. His reports and illustrations upon his return focused not on heroic generals but on the troops, as in his Scream of the Shrapnel in 1899, which depicts a deadly ambush on American troops by an unseen enemy. When the Rough Riders returned to the U.S., they presented their courageous leader Roosevelt with Remington’s bronze statuette, The Broncho Buster, which the artist proclaimed, “the greatest compliment I ever had…After this everything will be mere fuss.” Roosevelt responded, “There could have been no more appropriate gift from such a regiment.”

                                                   REMINGTON THE AUTHOR

In 1888, he achieved the honor of having two paintings used for reproduction on U. S. Postal stamps. In 1900, as an economy move, Harper’s dropped Remington as their star artist. To compensate for the loss of work, Remington wrote and illustrated a full-length novel, THE WAY OF AN INDIAN, which was intended for serialization by a Hearst publication. Five years later the novel was published in Cosmopolitan. (Hmmm, I guess Cosmo has changed a lot since then.) Remington’s protagonist, a Cheyenne named Fire Eater, is a prototype Native American as viewed by Remington and many of his time.

Remington completed another novel in 1902, JOHN ERMINE OF THE YELLOWSTONE, a modest success but a definite disappointment. Remington's novel was completely overshadowed by the best seller THE VIRGINIAN, written by his sometime collaborator Owen Wister, which became a classic Western novel. A stage play based on “John Ermine” failed in 1904. After “John Ermine”, Remington decided he would soon quit writing and illustration (after drawing over 2700 illustrations) to focus on sculpture and painting.

                                                   REMINGTON THE SCULPTOR

Remington then returned to sculpture, and his first new works were produced by the lost wax method, a higher quality process than the earlier sand casting method he had employed. By 1901, Collier's was buying Remington’s illustrations on a steady basis. As his style matured, Remington portrayed his subjects in every light of day. His nocturnal paintings, very popular in his late life, such as A Taint on the Wind and Scare in the Pack Train, are more impressionistic and loosely painted, and focus on the unseen threat.

The Bronco Buster


In 1903, Remington painted His First Lesson set on an American-owned ranch in Chihuahua, Mexico. The hands wear heavy chaps, starched white shirts, and slouch-brimmed hats. In his paintings, Remington sought to let his audience "take away something to think about -- to imagine." In 1905, Remington had a major publicity coup when Collier's devoted an entire issue to the artist, showcasing his latest works. His large outdoor sculpture of a “Big Cowboy”, which stands on Kelly Drive in Philadelphia, was another late success. His “Explorers” series, depicting older historical events in western U.S. history, did not fare well with the public or the critics. The financial panic of 1907 caused a slow down in his sales and in 1908, fantasy artists, such as Maxfield Parrish, became popular with the public and with commercial sponsors. Remington tried to sell his home in New Rochelle to get further away from urbanization. One night he made a bonfire in his yard and burned dozens of his oil paintings which had been used for magazine illustration (worth millions of dollars today), making an emphatic statement that he was done with illustration forever. He wrote, “there is nothing left but my landscape studies”.

Old Stage Coach Of The Plains, 1901

Near the end of his life, he moved to Ridgefield, Connecticut. In his final two years, under the influence of The Ten, he was veering more heavily to Impressionism, and he regretted that he was studio bound by virtue of his declining health and could not follow his peers who painted plein air. Obesity had become a constant problem for him due to his excessive eating and drinking, exacerbated by attending frequent banquets to promote his painting. He was admired as a "man's man and a deuce of a good fellow" among his friends and acquaintances.

Frederic Remington died after an emergency appendectomy led to peritonitis on December 26, 1909. The active man of his youth and prime then weighed nearly 300 pounds. His obesity complicated the anesthesia and the surgery, and chronic appendicitis was cited in the post-mortem examination as an underlying factor in his death. He was buried in Evergreen Cemetery, Canton, New York.

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Thanks to Wikipedia for the biography.
Photos from Dover Publications
Sculpture photo from Wikipedia