Bruce and Barbara Selyem photograph and record the histories of grain elevators across the United States and Canada.
Bruce and Barbara Selyem photograph and record the histories of grain elevators across the United States and Canada.
photo by:Doug Loneman

Prairie Cathedrals

Lugging 60 pounds of camera gear, Bruce Selyem trudges across a wind-whipped frozen field near Fargo, N.D.
Lugging 60 pounds of camera gear, Bruce Selyem trudges across a wind-whipped frozen field near Fargo, N.D., in search of the best angle to frame his favorite subject: a forlorn country grain elevator.

Despite the cold, Selyem spends hours photographing the abandoned “prairie cathedral.” After all, this could be his last opportunity.

“Sometimes when I return to places where the elevator has stood proud and beautiful just a few months before, I discover it has been demolished,” says Selyem, 55, a professional photographer in Bozeman, Mont. (pop. 27,509), who has made it his mission to capture lasting images of the towering grain storehouses that once dominated the prairie skyline.

During the last two decades, Selyem has photographed more than 6,000 grain elevators across the United States and Canada, presenting them in slide shows, and having them published in books, magazines and calendars.

While Selyem photographs the simple, unadorned structures, his wife, Barbara, 57, heads to nearby farmhouses, country cafes and libraries to track down their histories and stories from people whose lives are connected to the vanishing agricultural landmarks.

“What other building do we have in the United States that better represents the history of our country?” Barbara asks. To the Selyems, the small country grain elevators are monuments to the hard work of pioneering farmers.

Prosperity on the plains
In the 1870s, wooden grain elevators began cropping up alongside railroad tracks in nearly every farming community. During the harvest, farmers hauled their wheat, corn, barley and oats by horse-drawn wagons to the elevators where the grain was weighed, bought, stored and shipped by rail to buyers. Often, farmers met their neighbors and visited over a cup of coffee at the elevator.

Designed for function without any architectural frills, the wooden elevators sometimes were sided with metal for fire protection. They were dubbed “prairie cathedrals” because they towered like steeples over the treeless plains. Their height was necessary for the bucket elevators running from the bottom to the top of the giant grain storage bins. Buckets on a vertical conveyor belt scooped grain from a pit where farmers unload their wagons and trucks, then hoisted the grain to the top for deposit into storage bins. Horses powered some of the earliest elevators, followed by gas and electric power.

“The wooden elevators started going out of favor in the early 1900s because of so many fires and because concrete became popular,” Selyem says.

As farms grew in acreage and production, larger elevators were needed. Grain companies merged and built elevators with storage capacity for millions of bushels, instead of thousands.

“Everything is so big now,” Selyem says. “A farm has custom combine crews that travel, and those crews have their own trucks and haul by semi-load to the big concrete elevator.”

At their peak in the 1930s, about 27,000 grain elevators of all types—wooden, brick, tile and concrete—dotted the countryside. Today, about a third of those remain.

Rural romance
In 1985, Selyem photographed his first grain elevator at Anceney, Mont., though he actually was focused on the orange sunset, shrouded with dark storm clouds, behind it. “I didn’t even know what it was called,” he says about the elevator, “so I labeled it ‘building.’”

As he traveled with his camera, the photography student at Montana State University in Bozeman discovered more deserted grain elevators.

“At first, I just admired their beauty in connection with the prairie landscape,” Selyem says.

“You have a landscape in the Great Plains that’s pretty flat and you’ve got these tall magnificent buildings that in a way are like the mountains.”

As his portfolio of photographs grew, so did his appreciation for the grain elevators’ role in agricultural history. Saddened that rural grain elevators were disappearing from landscapes and memories, Selyem founded The Country Grain Elevator Historical Society in 1995 so members could exchange information about the aging elevators and document their history.

One of the society’s most enthusiastic members was his future wife, who sold grain-elevator buckets for a St. Louis company and invited him to present a slide show to the Grain Elevator & Processing Society.

The couple’s shared interest sparked a romance and in 1998 they exchanged wedding vows at the site of Selyem’s first grain elevator photograph. The Selyems’ wedding cake was shaped like a grain elevator. The newlyweds spent their honeymoon traveling across the prairie photographing elevators and recording their history.

Success stories
Among the 825 members of The Country Grain Elevator Historical Society are farmers, grain-elevator owners and workers, and architects and artists who see value in preserving the history of the buildings and, when feasible, the buildings themselves.

“I’m thrilled with the preservation of our elevator. It’s truly a form of sculpture,” says Jill Baumler, 58, about the 1914 Anceney, Mont., elevator, which has become her six-story home.

Baumler and her husband, Bob Mannisto, 69, began remodeling the elevator in 1999 and built a 75-step wooden staircase that winds through the former storage bins. From their four-level deck, the couple enjoys watching elk and bison grazing on the prairie.

In Ithaca, Neb., Roma Smith is grateful to fellow members of The Country Grain Elevator Historical Society for helping her clean, repair and weatherize the elevator that her late husband, Ken, bought in 1981. Ken’s grandfather, Cleon Dech, managed the elevator from 1918 to 1926.

“As you drive into town, this stately little grain elevator stands so beautiful,” says Smith, 56, who initially was upset with her husband for buying such “junk.” She has grown to appreciate the history and craftsmanship in the 1886 building and secured its listing on The National Register of Historic Places. “It will never be torn down.”

While the Ithaca elevator is vacant, the 1909 elevator in Grenola, Kan. (pop. 231), houses a museum. The Grenola Historical Society bought the elevator in 1990 for $400.

“In the Midwest, every little town once had a grain elevator and most of them are gone,” says Dorothy Keplinger, 74, president of the historical society. “It was important that we keep our history.”

The Selyems plan to continue photographing and recording the history of the grain elevators that endure. Racing against time, they hit the road for three weeks at a stretch in their well-traveled pickup, sleeping in their pop-up camper. To reduce costs, the couple coordinates their route with Selyem’s other photography assignments.

Often Selyem is in the field with his tripod and cameras before dawn to catch the early-morning light on a forgotten wooden grain elevator. And while the sunrises are glorious, they’re not his primary focus. Today, his lens is focused on the prairie cathedrals that dot the rural landscape. For links to the Selyems’ websites, click on this story at americanprofile.com.

Story by Marti Attoun, contributing editor.

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My father, O.M. (Mac) Seaton, was an elevator and feed mill contractor in his early days and built many of the old "cribbed" elevators and feed mills from the 40's through the 60's.
He started as foreman for Victor McCurley then later had his own construction company. Also, at one time he was the only Fairbanks Morse scale installer and tester in Montana. He constructed many elevators up on the highline and some of the companies he built for included: General Mills, Greeley Elevator Co., Farmer's Union and various independents
As the concrete elevators became more popular, his type, the cribbed elevator, became obsolete. He suffered serious allergies from the grain dust and his age were factors for retiring. The pics brought back many memories for my family.
Judy Seaton Strickling
Flowergirl wrote:
They were along State Road 136 in Indiana. There are two standing one in Lizton, IN, and the other in New Ross, IN. They have long been sold to other people, but the memories still linger. My Grandfather bought the one in New Ross,IN, it was painted orange. He didn't live far from the elevator, and could walk to work. My uncle owned the one in Jamestown,IN. I have found memories of riding to the elevator with my mother in the grain truck from my parents farm to sell the grain to the elevator. We would go to the office and wait for someone to hoist the truck for us, and let the grain fall out of the truck into the elevator. I always got a glass bottle of coke, and a hand full of red peanuts,from the glass peanut machine. Thanks to my aunt, who worked in the office.
rolson wrote:
My father owned one of these cathedrals at a dying town near Elkhart Kansas. It was right off the railroad that came by to pick up grain in the wheat belt area of Kansas that is stuggling now to stay alive because of many droughts in the area. It was so near and dear to my sister and I,that I took pictures of it and sent it to a daughter in law of my sister's. She in turn got them to a painter that painted a Kansas Oilpainting for a special surprise
gift to my sis and her husband from her children. I would live to know about this wonderful man and woman that have dedicated their lives to remembering these small elevators and if they have a book in the works
that celebrate their pictures.
bbselyem wrote:
Thanks to all who have commented about the Prairie Cathedrals story by Marti Attoun. The information and stories you tell will be put into our database as it is all part of the legacy of the country grain elevator.

For those who would like to get in touch with us directly, our email is bselyem@grainelevatorphotos.com. Currently (Monday, January 19, 2009) we are at the North Dakota Grain Dealers convention in Fargo and should be home Wednesday if the road conditions are not too bad. We will reply to email messages after settling back in at home in Bozeman, Montana.

Again, thanks for your stories and keep them coming.

Sincerely, Bruce & Barbara Selyem
Calvin wrote:
I to like the looks and history of the old elevators. However, they hold not such a loving memory for me, but a sinister one.
My grandfather used to manage one for Pioneer in a small village called Barons, Alberta. In the year or two following my birth in 1965 he killed himself at his desk. My father found him first.
My grandfather was a very proud man. I am told he did his job very well and was a good man. This is the story I'm told by my mother, his daughter: The Pioneer company accused him of stealing two grain cars of grain. No matter what he did to prove his innoncence they would not accept it. His pride would not allow him to be labeled a thief and as a result he shot himself. Soon after the company found those two cars abandoned on a side spur, forgotten by the company.
Anyway it is a shame to see these powerful buildings being torn down, etc. Power to this couple for keeping this piece of history alive.
mdonnel wrote:
I found this story quite compelling and very important as it reflects on things that once were. Times that formed around the very communities where those that came before us lived. My Great-Grandfather Charles H. Donnel, owned and operated a grain elevator in the small town of Westervelt, Illinois beginning sometime around 1920 until about three years before his death in 1942. The original elevator was first a wooden structure until 1907 when it burned the first time, and then was replaced by a concrete structure. It was struck again by fire in the 30s and 40s. I can remember seeing the old Purina sign painted at the top of the elevator as a child in the late seventies. There are a lot of memories my grandfather passed on to me about his father and that grain elevator. Although the original building no longer exists the memories of a bustling small community still live on in the pages of eh histories of Westervelt, Illinois.
dr350rex wrote:
Greetings, all (and Bruce!),

I am an MFA student in science natural history filmmaking, and a couple of years ago I did a short video on Bruce that went out on our video podcast from Montana State University. Please take a few moments to view it, and I hope you enjoy!

Thanks,

Rex Jones
http://gnatskinner.blip.tv

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dr350rex wrote:
Greetings, all (and Bruce!),

I am an MFA student in science natural history filmmaking, and a couple of years ago I did a short video on Bruce that went out on our video podcast from Montana State University.

http://www.lifeonterra.com/episode.php?id=127

Please take a few moments to view it, and I hope you enjoy! You can also see more of my work at the link below.

Thanks,

Rex Jones
http://gnatskinner.blip.tv
bev wrote:
i raised my two sons at a very small elevator just west of plains, ks in the 1970's. the selyem's article and pictures was heartwarming and beautiful although at the same time making me very homesick. thank you for the memories. bev @ porch settin' farm in mo.
irlfan wrote:
I drive past the Northern Lakes Feedmill everyday here in Hayward, WI. I always stare at it as I was exposed to elevators at an early age.

My Uncle Denver operated the one in Sulphur Springs, IN. Wilson Grain was always busy and I was able to "help out" at age 10. From watching my Grandmother keep the books, to mixing and filling feedbags, watching the trains go past, and my favorite activity... chewing a handful of wheat until it turned into gum.
And on hot days it was way too satisfying to drop a dime in to the Coke machine for one of those small bottles of Coke.
Every once in a while my cousin and I would sneak into the phone booth in the elevator (communicated with the office) and look at the, um... shall we say racy pictures the workers had taped up.
I have not been to Sulpher in a long time and don't know if the structure still exists, but it is a sweet spot in this 54 year old's brain.
Thanks for bringing it back to the front burner again.

-jeff-

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