It Didn't Play in Peoria: Missed Chances of a Middle American Town
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It Didn't Play in Peoria explores the interesting history of this small Middle American town which is often looked over.
"Will it play in Peoria?" was an old Vaudeville phrase meaning, "Will it appeal to the average person?" But it had greatness in its grasp, and more than once. The Illinois city has gained fame through the years, but more often as the butt of jokes or as an example of the typical Middle American town than through any recognition of its many accomplishments. Peoria boasts a string of close brushes with prosperity, any one of which could have made it a Chicago or a St. Louis. Charles Lindbergh, for example, first approached Peoria for backing for his historic flight, but the town's moneymen refused him and his Spirit of Peoria, perhaps losing a chance at the airline industry as well.
Gregory H. Wahl
It Didn't Play in Peoria explores the city's history from this unique perspective of missed chances, lost causes, and plain bad luck--a cautionary tale of Middle America. Authors Greg Wahl and Charles Bobbitt are long-time Peoria residents who love their city and treat its sore spots with a gentle touch.
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It Didn't Play in Peoria - Gregory H. Wahl
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INTRODUCTION
In America today, many cities thrive or fail based on their ability to provide their citizens a decent living. Along with access to food and a reasonably comfortable existence, an area’s climate and landscape can be additional draws that add to a town’s growth. Yet for the most part, we follow jobs today much as our ancestors followed food.
From this perspective, Peoria has it all:
It’s located near the geographic center of the continental United States, close to major transportation routes and population centers.
It’s the largest city along the Illinois River, which connects the Great Lakes to the Mississippi River.
The land around Peoria boasts some of the world’s richest soil, with farm yields that contribute mightily to the Midwest’s reputation as the World’s Food Basket.
It’s scenic and green. It isn’t a flat prairie. In 1910, while riding along Grand View Drive in a Peoria Heights–built Glide automobile, former president Theodore Roosevelt proclaimed, I’ve traveled all over the world and this is the world’s most beautiful drive.
An impressive number of Peorians have rocketed to the top of their fields and changed the world.
And Peoria had it all:
It was home to a large confederation of Native Americans known as the Illini who thrived for thousands of years at the place called Pimiteoui, or Fat Lake, with its abundance of game and fish.
It’s the oldest settlement in the state, and one of the oldest west of the Alleghenies, with an unbroken heritage of French, English, and American rule since the late 1600s when the voyageur superstars paddled the Illinois.
Breweries and distilleries flourished here as nowhere else on Earth. Quite likely every second of every day throughout the world during the Peoria whiskey baron dynasty of the late 1800s, somebody downed a Peoria spirit.
A native son refused to be upstaged by the immortal Babe Ruth and changed professional baseball forever.
It was once the American symbol of strength during economic hard times, and, of course,
It was the center of entertainment: if you could make it here, you could make it anywhere.
Against this backdrop, the history of Peoria—its triumphs and downfalls—mirrors the story of Everyday America. Will it play in Peoria?
is an instantly recognizable, world-famous phrase that has transcended its vaudeville roots and now means simply, Will it appeal to the average American?
Indeed, for decades Peoria was the test market nonpareil.
But unlike other, everyday cities, Peoria came close to greatness on more than one occasion, only to settle for less, time and again. Some things, it seems, just didn’t play here. This is the story of those missed chances that made Peoria what it is today, one of the most misunderstood cities in America—unappreciated for anything other than its role as the quintessential bland and boring backwater.
History, while often unkind, suggests the opposite.
And the reason for It Didn’t Play in Peoria.
1. WILL IT PLAY AT 40° LATITUDE, 89° LONGITUDE?
The Southern Cross and Old, Old Man River
In the Paleozoic Era, the tri-county region of Peoria bubbled in the equatorial tropical shoals some 500 million years before beach towels. As part of the super-continent Laurentia, it remained south of the equator for several hundred million years until the ancient landmasses that hugged the equator jostled for position in a new world order.
Laurentia, which included North America (and Peoria) along with Eastern Russia, Scotland, and Greenland, broke free and lurched north over the next 60-plus million years.
After several hundred million more years of global warming, a cold wind chilled the planet, ushering in another epoch—the Pliocene. The change seemed subtle enough: a couple of degrees cooler every few thousand years, a little drier, and the advent of seasons in what would be Peoria—now far away from its equatorial cradle and settling down around 40 degrees north latitude.
Around five million years ago, the future site of Peoria nestled on the west bank of the Ancient Mississippi River, an area of hilly canyons, craggy bluffs, and warm breezes. To the east, the headwater of the River Teays began its cut through the Blue Ridge Mountains of northwest North Carolina. It flowed north through West Virginia to Chillicothe, Ohio, where it then ran west across the northern third of Ohio and Indiana. By co-opting major tributary branches along the way, much of the eastern United States drained into it.
At the Illinois border, the Teays picked up not one, but two new names—the Mahomet or the Mahomet-Teays. It kept its westward course until, south of Peoria near present-day Lewistown, it twinned with the Ancient Mississippi. The swollen, melded rivers turned southwest toward the southern tip of Illinois, near St. Louis, where they emptied into the ancient northern embayment of the Gulf of Mexico.
At its grandest, at the end of the Pliocene, the River Teays averaged one to two miles across and over 900 feet deep—that was two million years ago.
If the late Pliocene wasn’t a lot of laughs, the next one, the Pleistocene Epoch, the Ice Age,
had a real growl for the temperate zones of the prehistoric world. Mercifully, it didn’t last long, going from1.8 million to 10,000 years ago. And the lumbering continental ice sheets, covering a yard or two a day, gave plenty of notice that they were in the neighborhood. Throughout the Pleistocene, there were 14 to 18 ice ages with moderating interglacial periods (paleo-global warming) in between.
The Peoria area itself succumbed to several ice sheets, the most significant being the Illinoian, which covered 90 percent of the state of Illinois. The glacier, nature’s rolling pin, kneaded and flattened rugged topography into a prairie veldt with kinder, gentler hills.
Before the glaciations, Peoria had the more rugged terrain and steep cliffs of today’s Galena in the northwest corner of the state or of southern Illinois, both of which were untouched by glaciers.
Besides rearranging the prehistoric landscape, the continental ice sheets also changed the course of rivers and lakes. Even the 1,000-mile long, three million-year-old Teays fragmented under the crush of the ice age glaciers with a portion shunted south to become the Ohio River.
The Ancient Mississippi moved away from the future Peoria, going west almost 100 miles to its present location after the Illinoian glacier chocked the river at Rock Island. After the glacial meltdown, the Illinois River generally filled in the old Mississippi riverbed from Hennepin south before emptying into Old Man River’s current channel just north of St. Louis, thereby uniting the old with the new.
Entombed by time and sediment below the muddy gorp of the latter-day Illinois lies the relic bedrock of the primordial Mississippi, America’s Great River.
Chicago, Who’s Your Daddy?
On the Caribbean island of Hispaniola, on its northwestern side, sat Saint Domingue, the claw-shaped jewel of 1700s France, where plantations yielded their white gold, sugarcane. Beyond the harbor bustle of Saint-Marc, a love between a French sailor and a freed African woman named Suzanne rose above the bay, Golfe de le Gonave; the year didn’t seem important, though most believed it was somewhere around 1745.
Suzanne gave birth to a babe, the future Peorian Jean Baptiste Pointe DuSable. While a child, DuSable left the island with his seafaring father on a ship around 1755, heading to the Old World and cooler winds. As most things DuSable, his mother apparently died before the ship sailed, possibly killed by Spanish pirates during a raid of the coast.
The ten-year-old stepped ashore in France where he received, thanks to his father, a rarity of the times—a quality, formal education in Paris. He developed an appreciation for the arts; before he turned 20, he owned 23 European masterpieces and spoke the handy languages of imperialism: English, French, and Spanish.
Years later he added a few Native American dialects to his collection.
Genteel and young, DuSable returned to the island of his birth at the age of 20 and took passage on his father’s ship, making his way from Saint Domingue north to New Orleans. When the ship sank along the way, another merchant ship rescued the injured DuSable and took him to the Crescent City, but he found he needed a priest more urgently than medical attention—to hide him from the Spanish who ruled Louisiana at the time. Without his identification papers that went down with the ship, DuSable, as a black man, couldn’t walk the streets free; he hid within the shadows of churches until, at the right time, he escaped the Big Easy.
Finding the coast a menace to his freedom, DuSable went upstream, up the Mississippi. He took the Illinois River toward the northeast, wandered into the French village of Old Peoria, and stayed. He added landowner
to his list of pioneering skills when, on March 13, 1773, he bought a house and lot from Jean Baptiste Maillet in Old Peoria Fort and Village. He then joined a local Potawatomi tribe and took a maiden, the chief’s daughter Kittihawa, as his bride. He called her Catherine.
DuSable, being an amiable sort, soon attracted trappers and traders throughout the Upper Louisiana Territory as they passed along the bountiful countryside of Old Peoria. Besides his trading post, he farmed some 30 rich-soiled acres and was father to a daughter named Suzanne, after his mother, and a son, Jean.
With all going so well in Peoria, DuSable, following his nomadic spirit, suddenly left the village and headed to the northeast. Sometime between 1779 and 1784 he walked along a river that joined an oceansized lake; a place the nearby Indian tribes regarded as an open, marshy cesspool which they called Eschikagou—the Land of Wild Onions, or Land of Bad Smells.
Yet despite the smell DuSable saw potential, something no one else had. So at the mouth of the Eschikagou River on its north bank, he staked his claim, the first non–Native American squatter in the history of Chicago. Before long, and with a mogul’s vision, the Peorian not only had a large log house (near today’s Magnificent Mile on Michigan Avenue), but also the first mall
of the future Second City with a trading post, dairy farm, bakery, stable, hen house, smokehouse, woodshed, and other outbuildings.
While his trading and supply business boomed and, like his downstate operation, became a stop for the trappers throughout the territory, DuSable also received an additional 800 acres in Peoria from a post-Revolutionary United States commission to promote homesteading on the frontier, based on his testimony that he had resided with his family in the village before and after 1783 on a 30 acre farm that he had bought and improved. He was, by all frontier measures, a rich, popular, and successful man who attracted others to settle the swamp. And the years passed.
On October 8, 1796, DuSable’s Peoria-born daughter Suzanne gave birth to a girl, Chicago’s firstborn child.
Still, despite it all, Chicago’s Daddy, at the start of the new century in 1800, seemed restless for his Peoria days and sold all of his holdings for $1,200 to Jean La Lime. He returned to central Illinois by the trail he knew well without looking back at the future city he had founded.
He spent another decade or so in Peoria, tending to his trading, farming, and local interests. When his son Jean Jr. died in 1813 in St. Charles, Missouri, west of St. Louis, he moved there to raise his granddaughter. After an adventurous lifetime and a couple of fortunes made, Jean Baptiste Pointe DuSable died a pauper in St. Charles in 1818—the same year that Illinois became a state.
The Midwest colossus of Chicago finally recognized as its first settler Haitian-born and former Peorian Jean Baptiste Pointe DuSable on October 25, 1968, denying the