Cultural Anthropology eduKan2

Anthropologists have studied humankind all over the world for hundreds of years. Even before the scientific studies of humankind began people were curious about other peoples around them. Travel is quite an educator. Anthropologists' fieldwork has been instrumental in helping us see ourselves from worldwide perspectives.

Dr. Linda Davis-Stephens, Instructor

Scott Lanter, 16 April 2021

Final Project – Narrative Essay – Wilson, Kansas

When I was searching my brain trying to find some subject that would even remotely qualify for a decent subject for my final project, I hesitated to choose my hometown. I felt like choosing my hometown wouldn’t qualify or would be boring. Once I started to think about it, though, I realized that my hometown represents a significant part of American culture. Many people have heard the saying of “nothing is more American than baseball and apple pie.” I would argue that for many people, having their small hometown in the middle of nowhere is even more American.

In order to tell the story of Wilson, Kansas, and do it at least a little justice, I decided a trip back home was in order. Fortunately, these days Wilson is just a ninety-minute cruise North, so no extensive planning was needed. As my dog Phoebe and I made our way home, we passed a few other small towns that I’m sure have just as much of a story to tell as Wilson in their own way. We also passed countless acres of wheat fields and pastures full of cattle, central Kansas is nothing if not predictable.

Finally, after a short detour up highway 4 we crested a large hill leading down into a river valley. Nestled comfortable in that river valley is the small farming community of Wilson. From the top of the hill, it sure doesn’t look like much and your opinion probably won’t change as you get closer. Despite the towns access to two major road systems, Wilson would never see much over a thousand residents. Currently that count is closer to 800 with no signs of increasing anytime soon.

One thing you notice as soon as you enter city limits is that it is straight to housing on all sides. Unlike many cities with last minute gas station and fast-food selections located on the edges, Wilson doesn’t have any need for that. The long-ago city designers, if there ever were such a thing, decided that everything should be centrally located. Once you have reached the middle of Wilson, you can see pretty much everything it has to offer.

As I stop at the only stop sign in the entire town, I am officially in Wilson proper. To my left are the only gas station and liquor store, to my right the only bar. One block in front of me boasts the towns grocery store on the opposite corner from the bank. Behind the bank is the historical Midland Hotel, refurbished with grant money due to the historical importance of being used in the 1973 major motion picture Paper Moon. Dotted throughout the town, almost in defiance of the centralized norm, is a church for every common denomination of Christianity. Finally, on the end of the three block Main Street is the one and only post office for twenty miles in any direction.

It should be worth noting that every person that I have passed whether they are on foot or driving has waved at me. I, of course, wave back since not doing so would peg me as an outsider. A label that I refuse to take even if it has been over fifteen years since I was an actual resident of the town. Despite me visually confirming my country manners and sense of belonging to the others, I immediately do the most “outsider” thing I could possibly do. I take a right turn and park in front of The Egg.

The Egg is a relatively recent addition to the town, and it was through immense effort that it came to be. The Egg is better known as The Czech Egg, is a twenty-foot-tall egg structure built along Highway 40 going through Wilson. It is painted in the traditional Czech fashion due to Wilson proudly declaring itself the Czech Capital of Kansas. A title that no one with any passing familiarity with the small town is unaware of. Built in 2012, it holds the record as the world’s largest Czech egg.

While a twenty-foot-tall egg is definitely something I think everyone should experience at some point, my reason for stopping was much more simple. Beside that egg is a post discussing some of the more historical moments in Wilson history. Wilson didn’t gain it’s Czech capital status overnight! No, it was a long, drawn-out process starting in 1885 with the founding of the town.

Like much of the Midwest, Wilson was created during the American agricultural boom of the nineteenth century. Immigrants from all over Europe were coming in droves for the promise of a piece of free land as long as they would work it. Wilson happened to be settled by mostly Czech and German immigrants, many of whom still have descendants living in the Wilson area. Starting with nothing, many people chose this small river valley to take their chance at the American Dream.

Responsible for a significant number of immigrants was the railroad construction occurring in the late 1870’s. Between having access to the railroad, and a large number of immigrants staying to try their hand at agriculture, this set the stone that would establish Wilson as here to stay. This spark of luck would continue and in the 1920’s Wilson found itself included in the path of the new national highway system with Highway 40, more colloquially known as Old 40, passing straight through the middle.

Carrying on with this luck in the 1950’s when President Eisenhauer was implementing a national interstate system, the new Interstate 70 was created a mere two miles North of the Wilson city limits. Much more important to the history of Wilson though were two separate but fateful events. The first annual After Harvest Czech Festival was held in the summer of 1960, starting an event that carries on to this day. On the last Saturday in July, Wilson will host it’s 61st year of the event which draws thousands of area people to enjoy the celebrations.

Four years later the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers would complete the dam for the aptly named Wilson Reservoir, or Wilson lake as everyone calls it. Originally created for flood control, the lake quickly became a popular spot for locals and tourists alike to entertain themselves. Much more important for Wilson, those tourists brought in some much needed revenue for the city. Due to advancements in agriculture, fewer people were needed to achieve the same amount of work for farming, this leading to a large exodus of people moving to more urban areas for work.

After my little jaunt down historical lane, it was back in the truck for Phoebe and I. We still had a couple miles to go to reach our destination. Just a few miles further north is the home of the Broken Heart Ranch. It’s a ranch that I am pretty familiar with as it is where I grew up. It is a farming business much like all the others dotting the areas around Wilson. Started nearly sixty years ago by my grandparents with little more than a bank note and quite a few prayers, it was one of the “lucky” farms that eventually succeeded. If you include a lifetime of back breaking work and frequent blood, sweat, and tears as “lucky.”

Driving down the last half mile of dirt road, I can see the red tin on the top of the barn. It replaced the old roof after the bad hailstorm twenty years ago. Getting closer, I am beside the “calving pasture,” the small plot of land where countless hours in the freezing weather was spent taking care of the cattle. Finally, we reach the farmyard with its maze of corrals and a weathered but well-maintained two-story house. Parking the truck, it feels like a small weight is suddenly lifted. A weight that you don’t even realize is there until it is gone.

I can talk to you until we’re both blue in the face about the history of small-town Wilson, Kansas. I can make outlandish claims of it’s excellence or rant about it’s awfulness. The truth of the matter is, Wilson is neither of those things. Wilson is neither good nor bad, it is simply a small town with an interesting history. A history that many small towns probably share. Wilson does have one utterly unique fact in this story, and that fact is that, for me, Wilson is home.

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Asrat Yanna
Research Project

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I was born and grew up in a small town known as ARBAMINCH in Ethiopia.350 kms south of Arbaminch is a a tribe separated from the rest of the country, the Hmar people. One Sunday, I went to a church with my mother, and we saw a Hamar man with no clothes on him. As a child I was shocked to see an adult man with his all body exposed except for small animal skin which hardly covers his private.

Some people from Hamar get the chance to visit our town as there were many anthropologists and tourists visiting them. The hamar people have so many unique traditions which is totally different from the rest of Ethiopia. The Hamer men have a reputation of being less than adoring husbands. The women submit to the ritual floggings proudly and love to show the deep scars that are regarded as a proof of devotion to their husbands.

With major activities ranging mostly from honey collection and rearing of cattle, the Hamar tribe are mostly shepherds, living in camps consisting of several families. At night, the cattle are brought into the center of the circle until the early hours of the next day when it is time for grazing again. This has been the tradition of the Hamar tribe for generations. It is a fascinating culture, as they do not believe in individual land ownership-it is free for cultivation and grazing, same as fruits are free for whoever collects them.

The Hamar are also known for their unique custom of "bull jumping," which initiates a boy into manhood. First, female relatives dance and invite whipping from men who have recently been initiated; this shows their support of the initiate, and their scars give them a say on who they marry. The boy must run back and forth twice across the backs of a row of bulls or castrated steers and is ridiculed if he fails.

The hamar man I met in the church was there to tell us one of their traditions which he wants to change. He was speaking to the congregation in the church that the Hamer are mainly adherents of traditional religions. For instance, they believe that natural objects such as rocks, tree and mountains have spirits. They also believe in Jinnis, or spirits that are capable of assuming human or animal form and exercising supernatural influence over people. So, he was delivering speech on the “Mingi” tradition of his own people.

In the Hamar tribe, babies born with physically deformity (known as MINGI in their local language) have traditionally been considered to exert an evil influence upon others. These disabled infants have traditionally been disposed of without a proper burial. Such a child was historically killed by forced permanent separation from the tribe by being left alone in the jungle or by drowning in the river. Reasons for being declared impure include birth out of wedlock, the birth of twins, the eruption of teeth in the upper jaw before the lower jaw, and chipping a tooth in childhood.[ Some who were separated have been reported to shadow the tribe at a distance until eventually succumbing to hunger or predators.

As he was making his speech to the people in church, I remember everyone in the congregation was with tears for the babies being killed in Hamar due to the “Mingi” tradition. This man had a newborn baby with cleft palate and his neighbors wanted to kill his baby, but he couldn’t let it go. After the church service, I remember asking my mother several questions about this man. Several years past then, and I don’t have the information about this man and his son. The good news in the past 5 years is that the Ethiopian government got into the tribe establishing healthcare centers and schools which resulted in termination of the Mingi tradition- the killing of babies with birth defects.

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