Big Sky Treasures #10

For the final Saturday of each month, a different and unique feature will be published.  Today’s narrative takes a look at the remarkable journey of Montana’s renowned western artist, Charles M. Russell.  Saturday’s regular feature, “Trivia’s Facts and More,” will return next week. 

One of Montana’s most treasured individuals will always be famed western artist Charles Marion Russell.  His lasting footprint has remained on the landscape of the Treasure State for over 100 years.

Born on March 19, 1864 in St. Louis, Missouri, Charles M. Russell grew up in comfortable surroundings with his family.    During his childhood, he showed an interest in sketching and molding animals from clay.  Living at the gateway to the West, he was fascinated with stories about explorers and fur traders.  However, his life was searching for something more.

At the age of 16, Russell left school and  headed to Montana.  He had a job lined up as a sheepherder on a ranch.  By the age of 18, he was experiencing the life of a cowboy as a cowpuncher.  The life of the open range was something to behold for this young man, known to many as “Kid” Russell.

Many of Russell’s early years were spent on ranches in the Judith Basin in central Montana.  Gradually, he discovered that he possessed greater passion for his artwork than the rough and tumble life of a cowboy.  He shared many of his sketches and watercolor paintings with friends and other acquaintances.    

Never in his life could Charlie Russell have ever thought of himself as a bona fide artist.  During the devastating winter of 1886-1887, he finally realized where his potential just might take him.

Working on a ranch, he and other cowboys usually had little to do during the wintertime.  The cattle were safe wintering on the range, and they seemed well-suited for Montana winters.  This time around winter would finally have the upper hand.

Thousands of cattle perished during an unbelievable blizzard.  The absent owner of the O-H Ranch wrote and asked how his cattle were doing.  Russell responded as only he could do, with his artwork.  On a postcard size watercolor, he described in vivid detail that the herd was decimated.  The painting would later be redone and named “Waiting for a Chinook.”

In 1894 at Cascade, Montana, Russell met a woman at a dinner gathering.  Many knew of his artistic talent, but his prominence was limited to Montana.  The young woman, Nancy Cooper, would later become his wife when they married in 1896.

Life was about to change in many positive ways for Russell’s continuing journey as an artist.  In 1897, the Russell’s moved to Great Falls where Charles set up a studio in a log cabin.

Nancy Cooper Russell would become her husband’s business manager, and his artwork’s value would begin to be noticed by others outside of Montana. 

top left:  russell in his log cabin studio in great falls, montana.  bottom left:  charles with his bride, nancy.  right:  portrait of charles m. russell.  (pictures courtesy of pinterest)

Russell’s talents  attracted greater interest, and his works increased in value.  During his nearly 30 years of marriage to Nancy, Charles embarked on a remarkable journey with his artwork, and the bond of love between both stayed forever strong.

Russell’s paintings and sculptures brought reverence to Native Americans’ way of life, shared the humor and adventure of the cowboy, and illustrated numerous Montana landscapes.  He was a gifted writer and storyteller as well.

When Charles M. Russell passed away on October 26, 1926, the world lost a dynamic western artist.  Montana lost one of its most favorite adopted sons.

Author’s note:  In January, 2021, I crafted a poem with images of the “Haunting Storm” of the winter of 1886-1887 on  Montana’s open range.  A copy of Russell’s watercolor was also attached.  You are invited to follow this link to the poem:  Haunting Storm.

Charles M. Russell Quotes

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Guard, protect, and cherish your land, for there is no afterlife for a place that started out as Heaven.

The West is dead . . . you may lose a sweetheart but you won’t forget her.  (Excerpt from his book, Trails Plowed Under:  Stories of the Old West.)

Charles M. Russell (1864-1926) was an American western artist.  From his adopted home of Montana, he produced some of the most notable paintings and sculptures of Native American life, cowboys on the open range, and unforgettable landscapes of the Treasure State.

Valor Charging Forward

These poetic verses are inspired by the 1990 American film, “Quigley Down Under.”  Tom Selleck plays an American cowboy and sharpshooter from Wyoming who brings frontier justice to the western Australian Outback.  American composer, Basil Poledouris, displays his talents in writing the musical score for the film.  One of the soundtrack’s selections is found at the end of this post, and you are invited to listen to it while you read the poem.

Courtesy of Pinterest.

Hero waiting for cue

Overture now begins

Valor charging forward

Righteousness always wins

 

Passion fights for what’s right

Bold actions taking charge

Lasting spirit conquers

Fearless heart growing large

 

Sense of urgency stirs

Facing climatic test

Battle’s dramatic end

Bravery never rests

 

Crescendo’s big finish

Courage outlasts death’s fate

Justice defeats evil

Fate’s decisive mandate

 

Final mission complete

Story’s exciting end

Exhausted, yet alive

Honor always defends

 

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Old West Comes Alive

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Filling myths with good, bad, ugly

Fictional tales grow in stature

 

Snarling summer heat, winter cold

Hostile climate conditions reign

 

Dreaming to grow up as cowboys

Distraught mothers asking sons, “Why?”

 

Blessing every cowboy and horse

Inseparable life partners

 

Riding herd on open prairie

Longest, loneliest days and nights

 

Hungering for silver and gold

Outlaws robbing another train

 

Breathing fire with every six-gun

Unbeatable law of Old West

 

Searching dreams, with each hard day’s ride

Drifters, without any name

 

Pursuing mystical treasure

Phantom fortunes never found

 

Covering endless, open range

Enormous ranches stretching out

 

Seeking freedom, farming homesteads

Young families journey out west

 

Springing up, middle of nowhere

Small towns come alive overnight

 

Begging for help, clean up our town

Citizens hire ageless lawman

 

Enduring hard life, little pay

Old West struggles, never fading

 

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