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In my original conception to the 100 Days V.ii, I was making work about land history and the immigration / migration of my maternal line. I had intended to start with my Danish great-great grandmother Ane Jacobine Pedersen’s arrival in Council Bluffs, IA, in the late 1880s. I desired to use video as a medium to illustrate the vastly different states of Iowa that we were experiencing. Ecologically, socially, and spiritually, the Iowa of Ane was distinctly different that my Iowa. 

However, upon upending my daily life and relocating to Wisconsin, I thought I had to fully abandon this vein of thought and reimagine this work. Council Bluffs seemed too far a distance to travel. Surely, I could move on and do something else.

After weeks of struggling, unable to figure out what the 100 Days V.ii was supposed to be in my new Wisconsin environs, I realized I needed to finish what I had begun with Ane. This sense of unfinished business became clear as the 100 Days V.ii timeline's end fast approached. The unsettled feeling, combined with the blessing of becoming unemployed, sparked the decision to pack up my car and go find Ane. I needed to see her home, her church, and her resting place. 

I set out on Day 96/100. For five days in my car, I crossed state and county lines, carving a path across Iowa in my ardent search for parts of my maternal history. The images below document this voyage.

 

Research is akin to the beginning of a pilgrimage. For myself, any time something feels like I am beginning a steep climb up in information or meaningful work, I know I must follow that path. It is the steady, quiet movement through familial history via dates pulled from decades of Iowan & Danish censuses, marriage certificates, and Danish baptism records. The only reason I grew up in Iowa is because of intergenerational trauma and poverty forcing my grandmother's grandmother to seek something more. I have digitally taken myself to Assentorp, Vestsjalland, Denmark, and back, following a path in public records and maiden names through Jodie, Mary Lou, Camilla, Ane, Frederike, & Serene. 
Dette er vigtigt arbejde.
Forward / frem

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Cedar Rapids, Iowa. Sac & Fox Natureway.

Where I lived for my last two years in Iowa. It is also where I began my investigations into land use / abuse and ancestry.

The Sac & Fox Natureway floodplain was recently destroyed by the city for a rail yard.

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Council Bluffs, Iowa

The place Ane Jacobine Pedersen immigrated to at the age of 20. She lived here for and attended the Danish Church (later Our Savior's Lutheran Church) for 72 years.

My grandmother's grandmother is responsible for my family being here. I traveled over 415 miles to take a photo of her gravestone. She is buried with her Americanized, married name- Anna Olsen. She was the cornerstone of my Iowan projects for over a year, and the inspiration that created a deep longing for a cross-Iowan journey in landscape, land use / abuse, god, and pilgrimage. From the stories I have been told about Ane from her living granddaughters, she would have absolutely hated me, a fact that does not much phase me. When I look at the few photos of Ane that still exist, it is nearly painful how much my grandmother Mary Lou looks like her. When I see photos of my grandmother as a little girl, it is positively wild how much I look like her. There is great distance between Ane and I- about 129 years. There is somehow also so little distance.

I am thrilled to have been granted access to her (and subsequently, my) history.

West Bend, Iowa. The Shrine of the Grotto of the Redemption.

Iowa's most famous religious pilgrimage point. Begun in 1912 by a German Catholic priest and finished at the turn of the millennium, this structure is an interesting microcosm of white religious vigor, great devotion and beauty, and the abuse of natural resources and theft from Indigenous peoples. Most of the stones came from South Dakota, taken from caves belonging to a handful of Indigenous tribes. Indigenous folks loaded these crystals onto trains that brought the stones eastward to West Bend. The circumstances upon which the Indigenous people labored is purposely left vague by the official history presented at the Grotto, but it is clear that Indigenous people were not compensated for their labor or for these resources that they had to part with.

The caves that these stones came from are no longer actively mined.

I was brought here as a toddler, and felt called to see it again. I spoke at length with one of the men who helped to build the Grotto. He gave me a stone that had fallen off a wall, and told me about his experiences building a sacred space, the way it changed his interior self and faith forever, and how now he is the only one who can actually maintain and take care of the space. He is the sole repair person- knowing where every stone belongs, having had a significant hand in placing some of the millions of stones that was used to decorate the exterior of the Grotto.

Burchinal and Clear Lake, Iowa.

A childhood home of my grandmother, Mary Lou, and the resting place of my great-grandmother, Camilla.

Burchinal is a town that consists of (more or less) one residential street that is in the shape of a U. It is where my great-grandparents lived for a smidge of time when my grandmother (Mary Lou) & great aunt (Jo) were in middle school and high school. Gerald, my great grandfather, had wanted to start his own business as a machinist for a long time, and needed the garage space. The business folded after just a few years in the mid '40s, apparently largely due to the fact Gerald was exceptionally sensitive to the fact that everyone was on hard times, and many folks couldn't pay their bills on time. He could never bring himself to take those bills to collections.

The family returned to Mason City soon after. About a mile away from this haus is the ultra small rural cemetery Camilla and Gerald have laid in for decades. To get to this cemetery is a winding path of half paved, half gravel roads. It’s where the Skiptons & Petersons  (Peterson is the married name of my grandmother’s oldest living sister) rest eternal. 
My feelings on Camilla are as mixed as my feelings on Ane. I am eternally thankful my grandmother and her younger sister are not like Camilla. Some family described Camilla as “naturally refined,” but I find that to be a polite way to say deeply Christian and exceptionally hard hearted. The stories I have been told over and over about my grandmother’s paternal grandfather stepping between Camilla  and her two youngest daughters, telling Camilla that “she was not allowed to hit these girls” breaks my heart. 
Camilla threw my grandmother out of the haus when Mary Lou became pregnant at 17, and gave my aunt Jo hell, not speaking to her for many years, after converting to Catholicism.


I sat with my great Aunt Jo for four hours on this day (Day 99/100), trying to soak up as much time with her as I could and as much story as she remembers. My aunt is in her early eighties, on oxygen, facing heart failure and lung cancer that has long metastasized. We talked all about what she could remember, but also about our complex relationships with god & hope for something better. Jo took me to my first mass when I was little, and taught me how to knit in exchange.
I love my Aunt Jo mightily.


I am glad that the hard-hearted Christianity that suppressed the humanity in my great grandmother didn’t pass down into her two youngest daughters.

Mason City, Iowa

My grandparents' home, my mother's home, my childhood home.

It is good that the 100 Days V.ii ends in such a historic city.

These images are from Day 100/100.


River City is where I lived the longest as a child, and the longest I ever lived in any Iowan city.
These are the two homes my grandparents owned. The first is a little haus on 9th St. that my grandfather bought for an extremely low price in the ‘60s. It was unfinished, small, and at the time it was the only home on the block. They raised three children there, & spent almost 30 years in this home.

The second home is the one I’m most familiar with, & where they lived for nearly 30 more years. It’s where I have all my most significant memories of my grandparents, George’s craftsmanship, and his slow decline, Mary Lou’s care-giving & high anxiety, hundreds of cups of watered down coffee, and drinks consisting of half-a-shot of whisky mixed with 7Up being served at 5pm sharp. These memories saturate my experience of that haus. My grandfather, who was an exquisite handyman / carpenter / mechanic redid much of this home. The interior was all shades of blue & beige through the years.
I asked the gentleman who owned the brick home if I could take a photo. He was suspicious & didn’t like the question. I told him about my grandparents and, although annoyed, he relented. The last home, however, I couldn’t bring myself to knock on the door.

I couldn’t even park outside on the street. 
The front garden was entirely redone.

The metal blackbird that hung above the front door, removed. 
People must make homes their own. It’s how things are. But I want to hold onto that home’s memory, and not have my image of it changed by the modernizations of the new owner. 
I cried.
Time is relentless. 


I meditated on mortality, loss, and landscape for the five days and 1000+ miles I spent on Iowan highways & backroads.
I visited dead family, those who are dying, and those who are waiting to see what the next move ought to and could be.


I don’t want to live forever looking backwards. But I find that I am unable to move forward without better understanding what came before me, and why this land and my family look like this. 

One last note:
I feel so much regret for the time that I chose to miss out on with dying people.
I miss my grandfather so much it hurts.

I am extremely thankful to my cousin, Christine Romans, for the inspiration to investigate my maternal line more fully. Her piece for CNN inspired me to look for more of Ane, and it led me on a winding, beautiful journey. Christine's piece, wherein she presents her findings to her grandmother (my grandmother's older sister) came out in 2014.

It can be viewed here.