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Red River Floods: Fargo and Moorhead
Red River Floods: Fargo and Moorhead
Red River Floods: Fargo and Moorhead
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Fargo, North Dakota, and Moorhead, Minnesota, have existed on opposite sides of the Red River of the North since 1871. Ever since, heavy moisture from melting snow has combined with spring rains to threaten both towns with a rapidly rising, twisting river. Minor flooding is almost an annual event, and on six occasions the two towns experienced major floods requiring evacuations of large numbers of residents. The history of these floods is covered in the photographs contained in this book, including many provided by residents, local flood-fighting crews, and state and federal agencies. These images tell the story of how the two communities deal with one of nature's most common dangers.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateFeb 9, 2015
ISBN9781439649688
Red River Floods: Fargo and Moorhead
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Terry Shoptaugh

Terry Shoptaugh recently retired from Minnesota State University Moorhead after 28 years spent supervising the University Archives and teaching history and humanities classes. His previous books include You Have Been Kind Enough to Assist Me, a study of America and the Holocaust, and They Were Ready, the story of North Dakota National Guard troops in World War II. His 2004 publication, Moorhead, is also part of Arcadia Publishing's Images of America series.

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    Red River Floods - Terry Shoptaugh

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    INTRODUCTION

    Some years ago, I spent a few weeks as part of a local committee planning historical exhibits for one of the area’s museums. One of the exhibits concerned was The Red River of the North—its place in the region’s history. Several ideas were considered for showing how the river was a key part of the history of the communities sited along the Red’s water as it twisted its way to Canada. However, I most recall the remark made by another committee member, who said, We put Fargo and Moorhead here at this spot because that’s where the railroad crossed the river. That was fine at the time, but now we’d actually be better off if the river wasn’t here anymore. Oh, I know its water is still important for the farmers and all, but it’s hard to think of that when you have to worry about a flood every five years or so.

    I had not seen one of those floods yet, but the remark stayed with me. I grew up in a suburb north of St. Louis, about a quarter-mile from the west bank of the Mississippi. My father, who loved to hunt quail in the fall, used to take our pointer over to the brush in the riverside every autumn, so he and the dog could get in shape for the hunting season. With some earnest pleading on my part, he would let me go along, and on some of those walks he would talk about his memories of seeing the Mississippi in full flood in 1927. That was a very scary thing to see, even when I was 10 years old and full of energy. As you watched that fast current, it just made you back away, he would say. He had seen one of worst floods in history. His parents had photographs of it. I used to look at them when I visited, and, like my father, I was both fascinated and uneasy to see so much water, obviously pushing ahead so fast.

    Thirty years after those memories were formed, I came to the Red River Valley. It was in the late 1980s, and the climate was very dry. It remained dry for years. One time during that time, I had the occasion to be by the river with a colleague. It’s not much to look at, is it? I asked. If we can get a wet fall and heavy snow one of these springs, it’ll look very different, he replied. In 1997, I found out what he meant.

    On average, 89 Americans are killed in floods, and flooding does over $8 billion in damages each year. Deaths in floods of the Red River of the North are rare. The floods are not like the typical movie version of a flood; there is no rushing torrents from a broken dam like what leveled Johnstown in 1889 or a storm surge of water that leveled that of Galveston’s in 1900. The Red River simply rises and spreads—and keeps spreading, farther and quicker than pumps can handle. A friend who had his home seriously damaged in the 1997 flood told me about his daughters: While their mom and I manned the sandbags and checked the pump, keeping it out of the garage, our daughters were in the basement where water was seeping into one corner, not fast, maybe a glassful every five seconds. They used a wet-vac to soak it up and dump it in the sump pump drain. But it kept coming. They fought that seep for nearly 30 hours, and then we were all too exhausted to stop it. In the end, we got about five inches of water in the basement. I still can see my youngest, crying with frustration and defeat.

    That was how the floods have gone, up and down the valley, as too much moisture pours across the flat, low countryside, sparking hundreds of dramas as the people along the Red and its tributaries fought, and still fight, the floods.

    The photographs in this volume depict the floods that have imperiled Moorhead and Fargo, centering the image-narrative on the worst of the many floods that have occurred since the 1880s. Much of the material places the central focus on decisions that both communities have made over the decades to prevent floods

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