Skip to main content

July 16, 2026 The Tin Farm is Being Rejuvanated.

 Life's mysteries surround me on occasion, but perhaps they're not so mysterious if I think about it as they mostly occur in the area of a small Canadian border town and county named Roseau, Minnesota, with a population of 2672, and 15, 246, respectively or, as Joe/Woe Wednesday stated it on February 13, 2025, "Another way to characterize where we live is in terms of population density comparisons. Wannaska: 4 persons/square mile; Roseau County: 9.2 persons/square mile; Tuff Rubber Balls: 914.0 persons/square mile; Minneapolis: 7,962.1 persons/square mile; New York City: 29,303.2 persons/square mile." 

   The odds of meeting people one recognizes here, or who recognize you, grows exponentially, as happened last week in the Super One parking lot where, as I left the store, I met my friend, JoMar, walking toward the store. He and I meet periodically throughout the year, exchanging pleasantries as we pass; but this time, he stopped and asked, "So are you going to do a final write-up on 'The Tin Man?' His place was sold to somebody. May not be there for long."

   'The Tin Man,' he was referring to, was a Palmvilleian named John (Johnny) J. Hovorka (1911-1988), who, among a great many other things that set him apart from his neighbors, initiated a totally unique architectural-style residence in Roseau County by covering all his outbuildings -- and his house -- in 'tin,' i.e., galvanized corrugated steel, several of which still stand in 2026; his house and a couple sheds. The barn unfortunately burned down in a grass fire years ago, leaving nothing but a bunch of nails and rusty-colored curls of steel.

'The Tin Man's' Homestead, 1994' / For THE RAVEN, illustration by Steven G. Reynolds.



The Tin Man's house, 2014.



Fortunately, somebody is breathing life back into the old place. July 2026

   JoMar lamented the possible demise of the old Tin Farm buildings as a bulldozer was present in its yard when he had driven by a week earlier. And, as is common when mention of Johnny Hovorka comes up anywhere in the community of Wannaska or thereabouts, at the Fickle Pickle Cafe, Lee's Hardware Store, Post Office or other businesses, stories about him are bound to be told; as Jomar began happily telling me, recalling what he had heard from his father over the years. This was written down for me by his older brother, 'Val.'

   "The event would have taken place around 1932, as Dad was maybe, 14, 15, or so. John Hovorka, known as The Tin Man, lived at the intersection of the NE corner of Section 12 in Poplar Grove Township, and the SE corner of Section 6 in Palmville Township. Because all the buildings were covered in galvanized tin it became known as 'The Tin Man's Farm.' That name has stuck with it for over a century and become a local landmark.

   In the summer of '34, John was taking cattle to market in Roseau and needed help driving the herd. How Dad came to be his helper I'm not sure, but they only lived four miles apart. Anyway, John had run out of snus so he wasn't in the best of moods. Since the 1935 atlas does not show Roseau County Road 8 going through the Palmville swamp I assume they took 'the Wagon Road' i.e., the Wilson or Blackhawk Road. As they traveled down the trail he would stop every car they met to get a pinch of snus, (chewing tobacco) but to no avail.

   About the third car he stopped, (there weren't many cars on the road in those days) the driver didn't have any snus but did offer up a cigarette (tobacco). That was better than nothing but didn't do much to change his mood. Finally, when they got to the 'Nine mile corner south of Roseau,' the driver of that car had a can of snus and gave John a pinch; that was all it took. Dad said there was a little whistling and singing, and a piece of cake all the way to Roseau after that. (Dad walked all the way barefoot, he said.)

   The reason JoMar brought Johnny Hovorka up to me, of all people in that whole parking lot, may have been because he knew I had been part of Palmville's own story-telling 'paper,' (as people called it),  THE RAVEN, that we had published since 1994, but had since stopped producing upon my retirement from the toy factory. RAVEN stories, for the most part were about Roseau County people from its early beginnings in the late 1800s up to 2018. 

   Being one of its most popular legends, Johnny Hovorka as I said above, had done a great many other things that set him apart from his neighbors, one of which, aside from becoming the cornerstone for THE RAVEN in 1994, he wrote and self-published his own 'paper/pamphlets,' his first titled, "The Northwest Radical," in the 1930s, and his second, "The Golden Era of Liberty," from September-1940 to March 1942.

   Joe McDonnell wrote, "




Comments

Popular posts from this blog

April 5, 2025 Sven is Dead

     "OH MY GOD! SVEN IS DEAD!" the new neighbor Jack Krag said, running from his car to the swing set in Sven's yard where Sven Guyson laid prone on the ground, one foot still afloat in the seat of the swing, his face against the sod, his cap ajar.      "SVEN! SVEN!" Krag repeated plaintively, gently turning Sven over onto his back; the imprint of grass and dirt stuck to Sven's open-eye slobbery face.      " HE'S JUST A'FOOLIN' YOU, bon ami! " shouted Monique, Sven's wife of two years and some months from the porch. "He's just workin' up to his expiration date and wants his death to be just a part of our normal routine. He doesn't want to surprise anyone by dyin' unexpectedly. You know what a shock a death can be. He's just tryin' to ease us all into it, one act at a time.       "WHAT??" Krag fairly hollered in disbelief, looking at Monique, then back st Sven, and back to Monique...

Adventures in Parenting 1990-1993

    Two True Stories 1990-1993 " We didn’t make her fearful, we made her brave."     Bag O' Bonny           Turning in at Bemis Hill, in Roseau County, Minnesota, I snapped a few images of the nicely maintained CCC-era log cabin and its immediate sledding hill. Leaving, I turned west on the road I came in on, then a half mile or so, took the Bemis Hill Forest Road north along the bottom of the Hill when my daughter Bonny called from Ankeny, Iowa, where she lived then, several hundreds of miles away.     I always thought how amazing it was to be in the middle of nowhere and get a phone call. I was  leaning against my car along a remote northwest Minnesota forest road in Beltrami Island State Forest with the steep legendary sledding hill behind me and a 700,000 acre forest around me, possibly making me its sole human occupant for five square miles, conservatively speaking, the thought of which is just aw...

Mac Furlong: Real Hunter

   This last Tuesday, October 1st, in Reed River, Sven saw Mac Furlong hurrying down Main Street on his way to sign up for the Big Buck Contest at Normies On Main . Mac was wearing his Reed River Bank clothes so Sven didn’t recognize him right off, Mac walking so serious like, but Sven ought to have known that about this time of year all the local deer hunters are getting real anxious. Beginning soon after the Roseau County Fair in July, hunter types begin walking about the outdoors sports departments in their local hardware stores and sporting goods shops salivating over the latest hunting gear, wearing at least one parcel of florescent orange on their person as if to let the ordinary public know that, they, in fact, are real hunters of a serious nature, although temperatures are yet in the eighties. “See here, my florescent orange insulated cap with earflaps?” “Lo and behold, my florescent-orange camo jacket with elbow padding and several important pockets?” “Check o...