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PROBABLE GENESIS OF THE HILLBILLY OUTHOUSE CLICHÉ: PART 1

Charles (Chic) Sales’ 1929 book, The Specialist, along with his stage version of his story of a dedicated outhouse architect introduced the “little house out back” as a subject of humor to the broad American public. After Sales’ death in 1936, it became a hillbilly trope and its vaudeville origins were all but forgotten.  (click to enlarge)

Charles (Chic) Sales’ 1929 book, The Specialist, along with his stage version of his story of a dedicated outhouse architect introduced the “little house out back” as a subject of humor to the broad American public. After Sales’ death in 1936, it became a hillbilly trope and its vaudeville origins were all but forgotten. (click to enlarge)

This outhouse business is strong evidence that the hillbilly is a synthesis assembled from rural and urban realities, mutual misconceptions, and collective national fantasies. Hillbilly music, moonshine making, and feuds have some genesis in frontier and relic pioneer societies. On the other hand, outhouses as a hillbilly trope might be attributable to an all but forgotten vaudevillian named Charles (Chick) Sale.

Sale was born in Huron, South Dakota in 1885. The tall, rail-thin comedian had a genius for mimicking rural types, which he perfected on the boards of vaudeville. Later he had a Hollywood movie career where he played elderly, naïve, but affable rubes. Reviewers praised his convincing “agricultural types” which conveyed “irresistible nostalgia.” He became a mainliner at top venues like the Ziegfeld Follies and Schubert’s Winter Garden. Sale developed a crowd-pleasing monologue about a fictional carpenter who built privies. It was so popular other comics swiped it. In order to protect his creation through copyright law, Sale published a slim illustrated version titled The Specialist. It sold a million copies.

h256To his chagrin, outhouses began to be called “Chick Sales.” It’s written in folksy dialogue and pretends to be an after-dinner speech delivered by carpenter Lem Putt. The Specialist proudly describes his trade as the champion privy builder of Sagamon County (Illinois). It ‘s a clever ploy to discuss a delicate subject for proper middle class Americans of that era. Victorian taboos yet colored 1920s speech. Lem was able to fairly straightforwardly bring up taboo subjects like multi-holed privies, women’s shyness about being seen going to the outhouse, even the relative merits of mail order catalog pages vs. corncobs.

Hillbilly Plumbing and Hauling is a firm that supplies port-a-potties. (click to enlarge)

Hillbilly Plumbing and Hauling is a firm that supplies port-a-potties. (click to enlarge)

Nowhere does Sale indicate this was for or about hillfolk. Like several bits of vaudeville humor the subject became part of the shtick of string band comics, eventually migrated into hillbilly mythos, and has since been artifactually perpetuated in a thousand ways. It’s true that as sanitary awareness replaced outhouses with indoor toilets, rural areas were the last to be modernized. In time, hillbillies – as the penultimate rubes – became uniquely associated with a number of outdated practices and anachronistic behaviors that urban Americans conveniently forgot their own ancestors once participated in.

 

HILLBILLY OUTHOUSES

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Hillbilly homesteads are rarely without an outhouse, inevitably embellished with a half moon carved in the door. Countless postcards and souvenirs perpetuate this concept. Unlike other hillbilly attributes like long guns and moonshine jugs, this privy mountaineer syndrome has no genesis in historical accounts. Back in the log cabin era, dimension lumber to construct the little house out back wasn’t available. We have never seen a log cabin privy. Pioneers likely did their business in the woods in shallow pits occasionally spanning them with a section of tree trunk to sit on.

Jokey souvenirs and novelties of hillbilly outhouses have been marketed to a public that readily accepts the backwoods mountaineer as a symbol of perpetual revolt against industrial society’s improvements to hygiene, health, and comfort. (click on any image to start slide show)

Our next post will explore the likelihood that the hillbilly outhouse syndrome did not originate in the mountains.

HILLBILLY CLOWN SHRINERS

Shriner hillbilly degree emblem.  Click to enlarge.

Shriner hillbilly degree emblem. Click to enlarge.

Hillbilly Days, a three day festival held each April at Pikeville, Kentucky, is a mountaineer rustic’s Mardi Gras. From thirty states, 100,000 Shriners come to the town of 8,000 in the heart of coal country and the epicenter of the McCoy/Hatfield feud to yet again prove that fraternal organization’s unique capacity for public spectacle. They do as well raise money for a children’s hospital.

The dress code at this event has not been handicapped by previous portrayals of mountaineers. As the postcard shows, the outfits look to be as inspired by 1950s local television kiddy show clowns as Li’l Abner or Snuffy Smith. Jugs and old, hopefully inoperable, long guns are popular, and restore a modicum of hillbilly authenticity.  An invented folky dialect is spoken by the imported revelers.

In Hillbillyland professor J. W. Williamson called the Shriners’ gathering “an extraordinary and instituionalized example of hillbilly role playing.” Dr. Williamson found analogies in the behavior of an European archetype. “Like the fool or the village idiot, the American hillbilly clown is an impudent mirror held up in front of us—both a reflection of and a window into something rarely glimpsed, the native deep and sable face of this creature we still are.”

Postcard 1970s. Criticism by the sensitive and denouncements of the politically correct have not dampened these goofy hillbilly reenactors as their mission is to raise money for crippled children.

Postcard 1970s. Criticism by the sensitive and denouncements of the politically correct have not dampened these goofy hillbilly reenactors as their mission is to raise money for crippled children.

Except for the Kentucky Derby, it’s that state’s largest cultural event. Of course, there are plenty of letters to the editor suggesting this gathering degrades the dignity of Appalachian residents. That hasn’t stopped the normally hyper-sensitive to controversy Coca-Cola company from annually issuing collectible commemorative soft drink products (opposite page).

Except for the Kentucky Derby, it’s that state’s largest cultural event. Of course, there are plenty of letters to the editor suggesting this gathering degrades the dignity of Appalachian residents. That hasn’t stopped the normally hyper-sensitive to controversy Coca-Cola company from annually issuing collectible commemorative soft drink products (opposite page).

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TRADE CENTERS – PART 2

Civic Theater, Osceola, St. Clair County (click to enlarge)

Civic Theater, Osceola, St. Clair County (click to enlarge)

The Ozark-prairie border economy is dependent on agriculture. As with much of rural America, the decline of family farms has left under-utilized retail spaces. Country stores in hamlets and crossroads have been affected the most. Transactions are still made around courthouse squares. With paint and plastic signs, the nineteenth-century buildings in Osceola are open for business. The art moderne movie house across the square isn’t a victim of hard times on the farm—single screen theatres are obsolete everywhere. Perhaps the grandest structure of the region is the Opry House at Greenfield. Drama, Comedy, and Opera are not only boldly stamped on the ornate cornice, plays are still performed by local thespians on the 128-year old upstairs stage.

Businesses, Greenfield, Dade County (click to enlarge)

Businesses, Greenfield, Dade County (click to enlarge)

Towns strung along the Burlington Northern Railroad—Golden City, Lockwood, and Greenfield—have their fair share of empty commercial buildings but also some glimmer of life. Bustled they haven’t for years, but one can get a tank of gas and a good plate lunch. Some of their architectural heritage has been kept up, like the 1903 Block Building on Lockwood’s Main Street which is now a furniture store.

Before the War Between the States, Osceola thrived as the head of steamboat navigation on the Osage River. In 1861 radical Kansas Senator/Union General James Henry Lane and his Red Leg army looted and torched the county seat of St. Clair County, displacing 2,500 citizens. Railroads reached Osceola in the 1880s and it grew back to half its pre-war size. Today the railroads are gone, Highway 13 bypasses it and Truman Lake proved to be of small economic benefit. Many of the commercial buildings around the courthouse square are vacant, but well maintained, awaiting a return of prosperity from a yet unknown windfall. The 2000 population was 835.

Osceola, St. Clair County (click to enlarge)

Osceola, St. Clair County (click to enlarge)

Brick and mortar, wood and tin casualties of market wars and change are everywhere in America. Wounded buildings conspicuously accumulate in rural settings where there is no urban renewal or subsidized gentrification. No, Crystal, these old walls don’t talk. They do reflect light in such a way that an expressive photograph can be taken. Some of these images are, I believe, worth looking at more than once. Some of these places I’ve returned to two, three, four times hoping for inspiration and a Turner-watercolor sky.

For gallery of Leland Payton’s photographs of trade centers, click on any image.

For more about the Ozark Prairie Border and to buy a print copy, click on the cover.

For more about the Ozark Prairie Border and to buy a print copy, click on the cover.

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TRADE CENTERS – PART 1

1915 bank, Vista, St. Clair County. That there are so many defunct bank buildings in small towns gives one pause. (click to enlarge)

1915 bank, Vista, St. Clair County. That there are so many defunct bank buildings in small towns gives one pause. (click to enlarge)

A going business has a sign that tells you what it is. Unless the architecture is unusual, I’d need to get paid to take a picture. Should the venture close and still have its signage, the words become sufficiently ambiguous to trigger my modernist sensibilities. Such a statement of the transitory character of trade gets my attention. If nature is working to reclaim the site and make it habitable for birds, bats, wasps, mice, spiders and snakes, the wreckage almost certainly would be worth half a dozen exposures. I’m in recovery from Romanticism but obviously I’ve lapsed.

Coming upon a weather-beaten abandoned farmhouse brings up feelings more traditional than modern. Evaluating the pictorial potential of a busted commercial enterprise, I am not pulled into any whirlpools of mythic agrarian memory. The back story of a bypassed gas station or grocery store is melodrama not tragedy. Lost family farms are too often the end of a way of life. Retailers may suffer setbacks but usually live on to sell another day—at a better location.

Jerico Springs, Cedar County (click to enlarge)

Jerico Springs, Cedar County (click to enlarge)

At Jerico Springs the collection of closed businesses has the dramatic look of a film set. The name of the town sounds like a movie title. Its dozen derelict buildings could be the backdrop for an existential drama. My photos might be better in black and white. Pointing my lens west, I frame a park with old trees, greenish grass (even in this drought) and a rock bandstand. The spring water, once believed to have curative benefits, trickles into a basin, staining the concrete burnt sienna. Jerico Springs the unscripted, unmade movie should have, if not a Hollywood ending, a hopeful last act.

I returned and shot an alternate, more upbeat conclusion to the Jericho Springs story. On a crisp September morn, with some tinges of pink in a blue sky, I redid the broken block of buildings and the rock rubble bandstand. As the movie industry knows, aging actors need the most flattering lighting.

Park, Eldorado Springs, Cedar County (click to enlarge)

Park, Eldorado Springs, Cedar County (click to enlarge)

Eldorado Springs, sixteen miles north, has ensconced its mineralized spring outlet in an elaborate stonework setting. Architecture themed on unscientific belief can produce good results. Rivaling for a time Eureka Springs, Arkansas as a health spa, this small town still uses the park as a community gathering place. Located at the edge of the prairie plain, Eldorado lacks the “semi-alpine” setting of the famous Arkansas tourist attraction.

Although the spas ultimately failed, the region continued to court recreationalists. Truman and Stockton lakes have attracted fishermen and boaters, but few family vacationers. Branson is 100 miles south with clearer reservoirs, forested hills, accessibility to population centers and a heritage of aggressive promotion and development. Turkey and deer hunting in the Ozark-prairie border are good. Guys with shotguns and rifles unfortunately don’t leave a lot of money behind.

For gallery of Leland Payton’s photographs of trade centers, click on any image.

For more about the Ozark Prairie Border click here.

For more about the Ozark Prairie Border and to buy a print copy, click on the cover.

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IS THIS THE MOST HIDEOUS SOUVENIR EVER?

Truman Dam is in the Ozarks, barely. The upper reaches of the reservoir are in prairie country, which have created a very shallow ugly body of water. This is a scene near Clinton, Missouri. Click to enlarge.

Truman Dam is in the Ozarks, barely. The upper reaches of the reservoir are in prairie country, which have created a very shallow ugly body of water. This is a scene near Clinton, Missouri. Click to enlarge.

As the old saying goes – ugly lake, ugly souvenirs. The Harry S. Truman Dam, built by the Army Corps of Engineers on the Osage River, is one of the least economically justified, most ecologically destructive of many useless federal public works projects. It created a banal, windswept, turbid reservoir.

Truman Lake is decent crappie fishing, but it destroyed the most productive spawning grounds in the world of the giant, valuable paddlefish. Now Missouri’s sports paddlefishery must depend on expensive hatchery-raised stockings. This was a tragedy, doubly so as a lawsuit by the Environmental Defense Fund and others predicted these problems. Nevertheless the town fathers of Warsaw, Clinton and Osceola railed against the lawsuit. After several years of litigation, a federal judge refused to stop or modify the dam. The project has been a mixed blessing and former supporters have expressed their disappointment.

In the history of tourist memorabilia, is there anything as god-awful as this Truman Lake souvenir? The color combination splashed on this indifferent, awkward hunk of driftwood exceeds the Fauvist assault on traditional tonality.

Souvenirs encompass a wide variety of artistic merit. On the high end are Canaletto paintings of Venice’s Grand Canal and Van Gogh landscapes of southern France. On the low end, there are displeasing artifacts that are redeemed by the nostalgic, sentimental, or vague way they recall the place visited. In that sense, the unholy Truman Lake rootwad does resonate with the unsightly reservoir it commemorates. It is, we reluctantly admit, a successful if ugly souvenir.

Forest products are put to many trivial and crass uses, but the spirit of dead trees calls out for vengeance for this souvenir of Truman Lake.

Forest products are put to many trivial and crass uses, but the spirit of dead trees calls out for vengeance for this souvenir of Truman Lake.

Thinking perhaps it was prejudicial to have photographed the Truman Dam root abomination on our concrete driveway, I took it inside our garage-studio and shot it on gradated seamless paper. If anything it turned out to be even more deficient of esthetic value. Then it struck me. Perhaps I was unfairly maligning the crude $5 artifact merely because it said “Truman Lake.” Outside our suburban duplex, the low autumnal sun kissed our oil-stained driveway with golden rays. So on a mottled, tobacco colored background I flipped the thing over so the offending identification could not be seen.

Thinking perhaps it was prejudicial to have photographed the Truman Dam root abomination on our concrete driveway, I took it inside our garage-studio and shot it on gradated seamless paper. If anything it turned out to be even more deficient of esthetic value. Then it struck me. Perhaps I was unfairly maligning the crude $5 artifact merely because it said “Truman Lake.” Outside our suburban duplex, the low autumnal sun kissed our oil-stained driveway with golden rays. So on a mottled, tobacco colored background I flipped the thing over so the offending identification could not be seen.

Might this reveal the souvenir to be an adventurous piece of outsider art by an unknown Ozarks faux Fauve?  Nah.

Might this reveal the souvenir to be an adventurous piece of outsider art by an unknown Ozarks faux Fauve? Nah.

Click for more information on Damming the Osage.  The tone of this book is more objective than this bit of souvenir sarcasm. We sell the $35, all color, 304 page book for $25 postage paid.

Click on the book cover for more information on Damming the Osage.
The tone of this book is more objective than this bit of souvenir sarcasm. We sell the $35, all color, 304 page book for $25 postage paid.

 

BRANSON AT THE CROSSROADS

We wrote a coffee table book, Branson: Country Themes and Neon Dreams, in 1993.  Branson was not entirely old-timey then, but today it is a crossroads of cultures and genres. Where will hillbilly photographers go if modernity triumphs? (click to enlarge)

We wrote a coffee table book, Branson: Country Themes and Neon Dreams, in 1993. Branson was not entirely old-timey then, but today it is a crossroads of cultures and genres. Where will hillbilly photographers go if modernity triumphs? (click to enlarge)

On a sunny January day in 2014 we drove the White River hills searching for hillbilly holdouts. Coffelt Country Crossroads, a collection of craft, souvenir, and flea market enterprises, is in a relaxed, off-season mode. Prefabricated transportable buildings (trailers) alternate with shacks and log cabins. Come summer, visitors can stick their heads out of ovals in painted plywood and become either stereotyped tourists or stereotyped natives. The Comedy Jamboree billboard beyond guarantees unsophisticated humor, most of it probably indistinguishable from the Goober acts that all Branson country shows have. Tacky and hillbilly are associated lapses in taste in the minds of the elite.

Music Highway 76 is lined with a multitude of opportunities to swipe one’s credit card in exchange for food, shelter, souvenirs and gifts, and live entertainment. A percentage of the theaters are of the country music genre. There are also several fee-charging exhibitions – Ripley’s Believe It or Not, the Titanic, the Hollywood Wax Museum, and the World’s Largest Toy Museum. Within the latter is a small collection of relics that once belonged to Harold Bell Wright, the author who led the public to believe the region was still inhabited by God-fearing pioneers as well as some proto-hillbilly rowdies.

The World’s Largest Toy Museum on Highway 76 contains a small collection of Harold Bell Wright memorabilia. (click to enlarge)

The World’s Largest Toy Museum on Highway 76 contains a small collection of Harold Bell Wright memorabilia. (click to enlarge)

Just down the road is a non-charging exhibition of American cast off goods and decorative objects. R. Z.’s Antiques and Flea Market didn’t yield any treasures to add to our collection, but earlier in the day, Crystal extracted from a Hollister second hand emporium a scarce hillbilly ceramic face that was made by a local pottery in the 1950s.

References to America’s frontier epoch – lusty hillbilly and godly pioneer alike – are less visible than twenty years ago. In that time, institutions, big business, and a powerful central government have expanded. Branson is now more diverse and pop and somewhat less country. Religion and politics have grown closer. “Old fashioned” doesn’t have the cachet it once did as memories of rural life recede with each urban and suburban generation.

There are goods like a conceal-and-carry holster available in old downtown Branson that are not sold in the trendy corporate outlets of Branson Landing. (click to enlarge)

There are goods like a conceal-and-carry holster available in old downtown Branson that are not sold in the trendy corporate outlets of Branson Landing. (click to enlarge)

Corny jokes are still cracked onstage and whittled hillbillies are still available in gift shops. Virtually every live show, country or not, will have a red blooded patriotic number and will end with a hymn. The glass fronted, 12-story Hilton Hotel has TV channel lineups chock full of redneck reality shows. Hillbillies have proven to be surprisingly adaptable to changing times and adroit in homesteading new media. You can buy a conceal-and-carry holster on the Main Street of Old Branson. You will look in vain for a conceal-and-carry designer holster among the national brands that have set up shop in the new Branson Landing. Lord knows, real hillbillies don’t go nowhere unarmed.

 

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IS BRANSON THE HILLBILLY VEGAS? MAYBE. MAYBE NOT.

Booklet from the Baldknobbers, a family act that remodeled a skating rink near Lake Taneycomo to perform country music and comedy for tourists.  (click to enlarge)

Booklet from the Baldknobbers, a family act that remodeled a skating rink near Lake Taneycomo to perform country music and comedy for tourists. (click to enlarge)

Branson, Missouri has been called the “hillbilly Las Vegas.” For the purpose of illustrating our hillbilly book (in progress) – would that it were. If artifacts are mute and architectural remnants scarce what can we learn from Branson’s tourism business? Learning from Las Vegas is easier than learning from Branson. The entertainment and attractions here must read an audience that really doesn’t know its own mind. It could be called the capital of the Hypercommon. They react negatively to certain taboos, but they have not codified their preferences. Intellectuals attribute an ideological selectivity to the populace that, truth be told, they do not possess. Neither Branson’s entertainments, nor its audience, fulfill the contemporary, rougher definition of hillbilly. Since its early days as a tourist destination it sold a kinder, gentler rustic. Harold Bell Wright’s novel, Shepherd of the Hills, was Christian and bucolic. His night-riding mountaineer lowlifes were the villains. In this 1906 book, seminal to Branson tourism, he used the word “hill-billy” only once, and then nonspecifically.

Local shows – the Presleys and the Baldknobbers – used hillbilly in their 1960s advertising, as it was still an acceptable word for country music. Following Nashville’s lead, the Branson acts have all but abandoned the term although their string band stylings and comedy licks are still pretty hillbilly.

A 1993 advertisement for the Baldknobbers. It's hillbilly comedy, but they don’t use the word  (click to enlarge)

A 1993 advertisement for the Baldknobbers. It’s hillbilly comedy, but they don’t use the word (click to enlarge)

Such diffidence could apply to the whole history of sensitivities to disparaging caricatures of the American rural primitive. Branson’s attractions are said to be predominantly “country,” which in the distant past would have universally been called “hillbilly.” Then, as now, the word, its definition and significance, has been subject to inconsistencies and frequent revisions. As “hillbilly” and “redneck” have become smooshed together in popular jargon, the Branson Chamber of Commerce isn’t encouraging the employment of the word.

Rural white people are often considered unenlightened conservatives. “Traditional” might be a better adjective. Branson must bear the criticism of sophisticates no matter what it considers itself. “Hillbilly” will be resurrected and used by slumming urbanites to describe the mixed pop, mid-cult vacation magnet with a taste for rural nostalgia. Some things hillbilly have always had a nostalgic, even sentimental, flavor. Other rustic memories are less savory. Intertwined sweet and sour recollections of backcountry life have contributed to the longevity of this persona. Such ambiguities give him a pulse long after simpler, less contradictory pop culture creatures have flatlined and been buried and forgotten. The current notoriety of the appellation may have repressed its usage in promotion, but the heritage of hillbilly/hillfolk hides in the shadows of Branson’s glitzy show facades and new modernist corporate structures.

The twelve-story Hilton Branson Convention Center Hotel separates the spanking new Branson Landing Shopping Mall from the old downtown. Combining the past with the present is a time-honored craft in Branson.

The twelve-story Hilton Branson Convention Center Hotel separates the spanking new Branson Landing Shopping Mall from the old downtown. Combining the past with the present is a time-honored craft in Branson.

Branson has always preferred its rustics to be folksy. Tim Smith won a 1990 contest to sculpt something that embodied Ozark heritage.  The stone piece was originally located along Lake Taneycomo but was moved downtown when Branson Landing was constructed.

Branson has always preferred its rustics to be folksy. Tim Smith won a 1990 contest to sculpt something that embodied Ozark heritage. The stone piece was originally located along Lake Taneycomo but was moved downtown when Branson Landing was constructed.

Hillbilly pawnshop, Hollister, Missouri just across little ol’ Turkey Creek from little ol’ Branson.

Hillbilly pawnshop, Hollister, Missouri just across little ol’ Turkey Creek from little ol’ Branson.

THE BASKET KING: A ROADSIDE SOUVENIR ENTERPRISE FROM THE PAST

The Basket’s King’s long emporium is on the south side of highway 54, about 10 miles west of Camdenton, Missouri. This is a road traveled by many Lake of the Ozarks tourists. (click to enlarge)

The Basket’s King’s long emporium is on the south side of highway 54, about 10 miles west of Camdenton, Missouri. This is a road traveled by many Lake of the Ozarks tourists. (click to enlarge)

Delmar D. Davis has been purveying souvenirs to Lake of the Ozarks tourists since 1947. His long, crowded gift shop features white oak baskets made locally. This is a dying craft according to Davis as labor costs make them non-competitive with imports. His store is filled with graniteware, cookbooks, wooden decoupage plaques of wolves and eagles, Frankoma pottery, and out-of-date hillbilly calendars. This combination of authentic folk baskets and tasteless novelties may seem incongruous, but we’ve encountered it before in our survey of American rusticity.

Although Davis’s current stock of locally made hickory baskets is extensive, he told us there were few makers left these days. His crafters can make more money at a job. His prices are reasonable, and don’t include a folk-craft premium though they are authentic old time type Ozark type baskets.

It is a bit disconcerting to find jokey hillbilly, made in Taiwan, novelties just across the aisle from classic pioneer crafts, and we have a high tolerance for such incongruities. It’s a central tenet of our HYPERCOMMON theory that as America’s popular culture evolved without the constraints of high culture it gleefully mixes kitsch and things with esthetic merit indiscriminately.

We bought this attractive small hickory basket for less than $20. (click to enlarge)

We bought this attractive small hickory basket for less than $20. (click to enlarge)

Originally souvenirs were artifacts made by exotic peoples brought back by explorers. In the early days of tourism most souvenirs were items made to sell, but had some resemblance to local craft traditions. Global trade opened the door to the importation of low cost trinkets made in developing countries. Purveyors of locally made souvenirs, like the Basket King, are rare these days. Art and demonstration crafts are still produced here and there in vacationland but they carry a prohibitive price for the souvenir trade, and do not always have a heritage tie-in.

 

Delmar D. Davis, a sailor in World War II and pioneer souvenir seller in the Lake of the Ozarks area, is an engaging personality. Notice to documentary filmmakers – the Basket King would make a great subject.

Delmar D. Davis, a sailor in World War II and pioneer souvenir seller in the Lake of the Ozarks area, is an engaging personality. Notice to documentary filmmakers – the Basket King would make a great subject.

Davis’s billboards are distinctive. If you don’t catch all the writing as you speed down the highway, don’t worry. Another one will soon come in view

Davis’s billboards are distinctive. If you don’t catch all the writing as you speed down the highway, don’t worry. Another one will soon come in view

Of course, Davis Baskets has a “your face here” cutout painted plywood hillbilly.  In fact, there are several.  Lake of the Ozarks never promoted its indigenous population as much as Branson.  But hillbillies weren’t completely unknown as a theme either, especially in the 1950s.

Of course, Davis Baskets has a “your face here” cutout painted plywood hillbilly. In fact, there are several. Lake of the Ozarks never promoted its indigenous population as much as Branson. But hillbillies weren’t completely unknown as a theme either, especially in the 1950s.

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DICTATORS AND DAMS: Mobutu Dams the Congo River

Central governments naturally wish to publicize their major public works achievements. This is doubly so if they are repressive and have a reputation for corruption. Such untrusted regimes inevitably have unstable currency. All this, along with the normal cult of personality dictators cultivate, means that the image of dams often appears on their country’s untrustworthy money along with a portrait of the strongman.

Wouldn’t the pharaohs picture a pyramid and Ramses the Whatever on their bills if they had issued paper money?

Mobutu Sese Seko (whose much longer full name means ‘The warrior who knows no defeat because of his endurance and inflexible will and is all powerful, leaving fire in his wake as he goes from conquest to conquest.’) with the help of the United States and Belgium overthrew Patrice Lumumba, elected ruler of the Democratic Republic of the Congo in 1960. Mobutu shot Lumumba. In 1971, he renamed the Congo Zaire and shortened his name to Mobuto Sese Seko. Before he fled in 1997 to escape a rebellion that three other African countries supported, he amassed a personal fortune some estimate at fifteen billion dollars US.

When Mobutu fled he probably didn’t take much of his own currency with him. While Zaire money didn’t set world records for hyper-inflation, it did reach 24,000 percent in 1994, before dropping to a few hundred percent. One factor that curbed inflation was the firm that printed this money would no longer extend credit to Mobutu’s government.

When Mobutu fled he probably didn’t take much of his own currency with him. While Zaire money didn’t set world records for hyper-inflation, it did reach 24,000 percent in 1994, before dropping to a few hundred percent. One factor that curbed inflation was the firm that printed this money would no longer extend credit to Mobutu’s government.

One of the big construction projects Mobutu looted was the damming of the Congo River at the world’s largest by volume waterfall, Inga Falls. Inga Falls is an excellent location for dams, but the project lacked economic justification.Two enormously costly hydroelectric dams, Inga 1 (1972) and Inga 2 (1982), were built but have been plagued by shoddy construction, breakdowns, silted reservoirs and a lack of paying customers for their electricity. The thousands of natives displaced by the huge reservoirs have yet to receive their promised compensation.  Inga 1 and 2 have still not recouped their costs, are producing 20% of their expected output, and are a continuing drain on the Congo’s economy.

In spite of these difficulties an even larger hydropower plant is moving forward. The Grand Inga Dam if built would produce twice as much electricity as China’s Three Gorges Dam. Apart from the environmental issues, it carries a cost estimate of eighty billion dollars, which is quite disproportionate for a public works project in a very poor country.

Exactly what Mobutu’s personal rake-off of the Inga dam projects is unknown.  Such projects have huge budgets and present a massive opportunity for bribery and corruption. Sadly it isn’t only dictators that accept payoffs for water resource projects. Politicians and bureaucrats of democracies are tempted as well.  When researching Damming the Osage: The Conflicted Story of Lake of the Ozarks and Truman Reservoir, we found evidence of misdeeds by both the instigator and the builder of Bagnell Dam. Walter Cravens, the banker who started the project, and Louis Egan, president of Union Electric, who actually built the dam, both ended up in federal penitentiaries for financial crimes.

Exactly what Mobutu’s personal rake-off of the Inga dam projects is unknown. Such projects have huge budgets and present a massive opportunity for bribery and corruption. Sadly it isn’t only dictators that accept payoffs for water resource projects. Politicians and bureaucrats of democracies are tempted as well.
When researching Damming the Osage: The Conflicted Story of Lake of the Ozarks and Truman Reservoir, we found evidence of misdeeds by both the instigator and the builder of Bagnell Dam. Walter Cravens, the banker who started the project, and Louis Egan, president of Union Electric, who actually built the dam, both ended up in federal penitentiaries for financial crimes.

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