Conventional wisdom tells us "everyone has a
story." And if we dig deeply enough into the history of any community, we
are likely to find "every place has a story," a wondrous tale unique
to that locale.
People who have lived long in Plainwell, Michigan (pop.
about 3,800), the closest city to our country home, know well the tale of the
day a rogue elephant showed up downtown. As a relative newcomer, I hadn't heard
about it until recently when the shoppers guide that circulates in our area described the event in a brief article. It's
quite a bizarre tale.
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| The Spencer-Woodard building has stood for 98 years at the intersection of Bridge and Main Streets in Plainwell, Michigan. No elephants have dropped in since 1916. |
I was skeptical, as old journalists usually are of bizarre
tales. A puter search said I could buy a history, which would include an
account of the elephant's visit, at Campbell 's
Drug Store. "We did sell the histories for quite a while, but we don't
have them anymore," a clerk said.
I said I was interested in the elephant story. A pharmacist
looked up from his work and advised me to visit the local library. He also told
me to go out the side door and look at the historic plaque attached to the
building. Somehow, I'd missed the plaque in five years of frequent visits to
downtown Plainwell. The elephant story was there.
At the library I found two treasures. One was a pictorial history
of Plainwell and sister city Otsego, and in it was a brief version of the
elephant story. The other valuable find was Sandy Stamm, area historian who
co-authored the book. Sandy, a volunteer archivist at the library, also wrote
the plaque description at Campbell 's
Drug, which is the principal business in the Spencer-Woodard building. She gave
me copies of two published articles she had written on the topic.
Here's what happened, and it is well documented:
In 1916 a circus arrived by train at the depot on East Bridge Street .
To get to the fairgrounds on the west side of the village where the show would
be held, the circus entourage had to traverse the old Anderson
Bridge across the Kalamazoo River
The elephants refused to get on the bridge. The circus
manager decided to try to get them to swim across the river. This was working
fairly well until, suddenly, two elephants got out of control in the water and
escaped. One headed north, the other went downtown.
The northbound elephant traveled out Sherwood Road to a farm. The farmer, Ed
Morgan, was raking hay and must have been amazed to look back to see an
elephant following his hay rake. Morgan apparently stayed calm. He remembered
it was the day the circus was due in town, and simply turned his rig around and
led the elephant back to the circus manager.
The second elephant, when it reached the center of the
village, was lured by the smell of fresh baked goods to the bakery on Main Street . The
elephant tried to nose its way into the establishment, but anxious customers
scared it away.
The Spencer-Woodard building next to the bakery (a
three-story structure when completed) was in the early stages of construction,
with only the subflooring in place. The elephant headed there and its weight
caused it to crash through the subfloor into the basement.
The circus manager had a new problem--how to get a very big
elephant (it weighed more than 1,000 pounds) out of a basement room. After much
deliberation, workmen brought railroad ties to the site and built a ramp. The
elephant walked up the ramp and was reunited with the circus troop.
The concluding sentence in Sandy Stamm's most detailed
account is: "The circus then proceeded to the Fair Grounds. Nothing at the
circus performance that night could top the loose elephant escapade."
What's your community's best story? Can it top the day
elephants were on the loose in Plainwell?
