Back in December I was rummaging around in digital archives to see what I could find out about John H Silkman. In the 1870s and 1880s he was a pretty big frog in the little pond of Torch Lake Township, with a lumber mill and a whole company town at Torch Lake Village. The mill was on the shore of Torch Lake, pretty much where the Day Park is now. The tramway, where the horse is pulling a milled load, went across the road and on out to the dock on Grand Traverse Bay, where the lumber was shifted onto a steamer headed for Milwaukee. Those barrels on the roof, kept filled with water, were the latest thing in fire protection.

Cameron Mill (1880s, after Cameron Brothers purchased it from John H. Silkman) from the Elk Rapids Area Historical Society collection.
John owned most of three sections of land, a hotel, a fleet of schooners, and a summer home on Torch Lake. He owned a tug and passenger steamer named the Jennie Silkman after his wife, Rachel Jane. He owned the Company Store.
Like many developers, investors and Summer People then and since, he lived Away–in his case, in Milwaukee, where he owned lumberyards and sold the timber that his employees harvested and milled in Michigan. In the 1880s he bought land on North Point overlooking the Milwaukee harbor, where he built a square, gray frame house that became a landmark. Six decades later his great-grandchildren sold the property to the County of Milwaukee for a park.
That is what brought me to the Wisconsin Historical Society site, which is often a treasure trove. However, in this instance I found just two little entries about our John and one of those turned out to be incorrect. I shipped off a polite correction and figured that would be the end of it. Then I had a response:
Thank you for using our online genealogy index and bringing this error to our attention. The error has been verified and corrected. We do not have the capacity here at the Wisconsin Historical Society to keep files on individuals or families unless they were prominent in some way. You are more likely to find that type of information at a historical society or library located in the area where John Silkman lived.
Well. I guess that put me in my place, eh? Here I am doing research on a person of no prominence in any way. This is funny for two reasons. First, I always thought John had a fairly impressive resume, all things considered. I see that I lack an understanding of the fine points of prominence. Second, I believe history is made mostly by people of no prominence even by my standards. But I digress.
In spite of what I mistakenly thought was his prominence, John interests me. He was a busy boy Around Here, during a period when photographers were everywhere–yet I have not found a single picture of him. There are lots of pictures of the Jennie Silkman. Of course, the steamer operated on the Chain of Lakes long after John sold his properties and retired to Milwaukee for good.

The Jennie Silkman at the dock in Torch Lake Village, from the Elk Rapids Area Historical Society collection.
The local consensus is that when John’s son Samuel died in 1882, John was heartbroken. By 1883 he’d sold his businesses and all his property to the Cameron Brothers and never looked back.
There is always an undercurrent in the things written about John, as if the writer didn’t like him much but was not about to say so publicly. In 1875 there was a financial scandal, according to Merritt Hodge, whose reminiscences were published in the Central Lake Torch in 1915:
Everything went alright until about the first of August [1875], when we got word to shut down the mill and stop all work, as Mr. Silkman had failed. In about six weeks everything started again, and it was said that Mr. Silkman paid off his indebtedness of $20,000 at thirteen and one-half cents on the dollar. At this time Mr. Silkman ran a large store doing a business of about $40,000 a year . . .
Look closely at their lives and sooner or later people will surprise you. When you stop to think about it, you realize that everyone around you right now, in this time and place, is also full of surprises.
No secrets, though. There are no secrets in Torch Lake Township.
tootlepedal
March 29, 2016
Good for him but not so good for his creditors. No wonder there was some ambivalence about him.
I enjoyed the response to your correction.
Gerry
March 29, 2016
I didn’t enjoy the response much at the time, but I came to see the humor in it.
thom4msu
March 29, 2016
Thanks much. Enjoyed that
Gerry
March 30, 2016
Glad you enjoyed it.
WOL
March 30, 2016
Historical research can be enlightning — like finding a child who was born in January of the same year her parents were married in December! I find it amazing what immigrants endured, and how they survived (my mother’s mother’s people were German-speaking immigrants to Texas in the 1840’s-60’s), what skills they brought to their new land, and their triumphs and tragedies.
Gerry
March 30, 2016
It’s pretty clear that in 19th century Antrim County marriages were performed when they were convenient and babies were born when they darn well pleased.
I’m quite interested in the phenomenon of early German-speaking communities in the west, in Texas and St. Louis in particular. Not that I’ve allowed it to take me down yet another rabbit trail . . . yet.
Martha J
March 30, 2016
As always, loved reading your story. The society should have been a little more thankful to you about the correction. As to why there are no pictures of John – maybe he was a fugitive like D.B. Cooper! Anyway, thank you for another wonderful story. History is always more interesting than fiction. Well, usually.
Gerry
March 30, 2016
Thank you. I think the society responded to the correction appropriately – they just thought it was odd I’d expect they might know anything more about John. I love your fugitive theory. I’ve done enough research about him, though, to know he wasn’t wearing an alias and he was a known quantity in two related communities. Maybe he just didn’t want to be photographed – or maybe he’s in some of the photos in our archives, but not identified. That would be delicious.
P.j. grath
March 30, 2016
Why does this make me want to cry? How many prominent people are alive right now? How many people we love are far from prominent? Ah, well…. Thanks for the story, Gerry.
Gerry
March 30, 2016
It was just that kind of day. Also you are grieving for a friend who was both prominent and quite different from his prominent persona. Gives a person a lot to think about in Mud Season.
I often reflect on the widely-known and beloved story (in Antrim County!) of the Guyer family. No one who knew them during their lifetimes would have expected that they would be remembered longer than nearly all their contemporaries. But Grace Guyer Hooper remembered the stories and wrote them down and showed them to Betty Beeby who showed them to Nancy Stone and the result was Whistle Up the Bay, which has been read by every 4th grader in several school districts for many years. Good true stories last a long time.
Bruce Laidlaw
March 30, 2016
Thanks for that fascinating bit of history. Along the side of Traverse Bay Road, there are some big chunks of concrete that must have had something to do with that tramway.
Gerry
March 30, 2016
You’re welcome. Glad you liked it. One day we will have to walk along Traverse Bay Road with Norton Bretz – he’s given a lot of thought to the tramway and its remnants. A fine subject for archaeology buffs.
shoreacres
March 30, 2016
You may have been elsewhere when I wrote my three part series about the German immigration through Indianola, Texas. If you haven’t read it, you can find the three parts here. I hope you do wander down the Texas German path some day. It’s filled with interesting sights. My next project is the crew I affectionately call “the botany boys” — the Germans like Lindheimer and Roemer who did so much to bring understanding of this new world’s flora and fauna.
As far as prominent people go — whatever. My personal preference is for interesting people. If they happen to be prominent, that’s fine, but the interesting and the prominent aren’t necessarily the same. As a matter of fact, look at this comparison on the Google Ngram viewer. Interesting’s always won the battle, and not only that, it’s increasing its lead again!
Gerry
March 30, 2016
You google better than anyone else I know. I will follow your links wherever they lead me. Back later.
Gerry
April 3, 2016
Wuff. I just finished the whole series. What a rollicking good time you had with those stories! They reinforced my belated realization that a lot of immigrants came through New Orleans rather than eastern and western gateways like New York and San Francisco. (A person can develop myopia living along the northern borderlands. We see best what is part of our own experience. Hm. I should not generalize. I see best what is part of my own experience. Fortunately reading and study are also experience.)
It’s also interesting how similar the immigrants’ experiences were no matter where they arrived. The incompetence or outright betrayal of sponsors, the suffering during plagues of cholera (or malaria, or diphtheria, or . . . ), the desperate moving forward along treacherous trails–all of these are threads everywhere. Then there are the lighter moments, like the wars over naming places and moving county seats or state capitals and official records. The camels, now, the story of the camels brings no parallel to mind. No indeed.
You posted the series in early 2015 when, if memory serves, I didn’t have internet at home at all. That would explain why I’d not read it before. I’m glad I’ve read it now. Thank you.
Craig Smith
April 2, 2016
I recommend “Ozymandias” to the Wisconsin Historical Society. Also “The Magnificent Ambersons” and “Spoon River Anthology.” Reading lists are the best revenge. I once slipped copies of Dale Carnegie and Emily Post in with some books being held for a particularly obstreperous customer at Borders.
Gerry
April 2, 2016
You were always going to be the family rascal. Well, I was, but I got fired. I just wasn’t any good at it.
Cathy Locke
April 20, 2016
Gerry, Thank you for your thoughtful article on John Silkman…my great great grandfather. He was quite an accomplished business man , in real estate as well. I wish I had a photo to share with you…I will if I can find one within the cousins.
Gerry
April 20, 2016
Cathy, thank you for the kind words, and for getting in touch. I would love to learn more about John Silkman, and to see a photo would be a particular pleasure.
thom4msu
August 21, 2018
Are you posting any more Gerry?
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Gerry
August 21, 2018
I haven’t been – but I miss it. Maybe one of these days. Thank you for stopping by.
Carsten Langkjær
August 23, 2018
Jubiii!
I’m looking forward to reading your next post Gerry 🙂