The Man Who Invented The Outdoors

Inventing the Outdoors (Courtesy of Michigan Historical Museum)
Inventing the Outdoors (Courtesy of Michigan Historical Museum)

LANSING, Mi.—People can take the outdoors for granted.

As recent as the 1890s the “outdoors” was making the transition from a place where people foraged basic needs to a reflective place of recreation. The best thing about the outdoors?

You can’t take it with you.

Webster Lansing Marble knew this. Marble (1854-1930) is an overlooked outdoorsman and entrepreneur who carved out his niche in Gladstone, Mi. His Marble Arms & Manufacturing Company was the purveyor for Charles Lindbergh’s flights and Teddy Roosevelt’s hunting trips.

Marble is the focus of the wonderfully named “Inventing the Outdoors” exhibit that runs through Sept. 1 at the Michigan Historical Museum in downtown Lansing.

Retired Lansing advertising executive Dennis Pace is an enthusiastic Marble fan. In 2014 he donated his collection of nearly 400 pieces of Marble merchandise to the State of Michigan. Pace serves on the board of the Michigan History Foundation and is co-curator of the 250-piece exhibit that features Marble brainstorms like the safety axe, coat compass and waterproof match box that was invented in the early 1900s after Marble fell into the Sturgeon River in the Upper Peninsula.

Marble was definitely pre-Popeil.

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Co-curator Dennis Pace camping in a Michigan museum. (D. Hoekstra photo)

“Without a doubt Webster Marble is the greatest outdoor inventor-entrepreneur that nobody has heard of,” the 66-year-old Pace said during an exhibit tour before I took in a Lansing Lugnuts Midwest League game earlier this month. “It is also a story that involves Chicago. If it wasn’t for Chicago, Webster Marble never would have had the job he had.”

Marble was born in Milwaukee. His father Lansing invented a bushel basket making machine among other things. Lansing sold the Milwaukee plant and moved to the wilderness of Vassar, Mi.

“Webster grew up to be a timber cruiser,” Pace said. “In his early twenties he was hired to work for the timber companies to harvest the forests of Michigan. That endeavor got speeded up in 1871 after the Great Chicago Fire. Chicago essentially placed an order for all the wood that Michigan could possibly ship to them. Webster spent 20 years in the woods working as a timber cruiser.”

A timber cruiser is part surveyor and part excavator.

Marble used as little equipment as possible since he usually had to carry it on his back. His desire for more convenient tools led him on the path to inventing. “Webster was about 5’2″ and not much over 100 pounds,” Pace said. “And he’s carrying 50 pounds on his back: surveying chains, a big surveying compass, a notebook.” The exhibit includes Marble’s detailed notebooks.

Webster’s great-grandson Joe McGonagle and his daughter Kathy opened up the family archives for the first time to explore Marble’s history. It took more than a year of research, design and construction to create the exhibit that spans 100 years.

By 1898 Marble designed, prototyped and patented his first idea of the safety axe. The company’s first factory was located behind Marble’s home in Gladstone, Mi. Gladstone is in the Upper Peninsula.

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Marble was in the right place at the right time. About half of Michigan consists of water and has more shoreline than any other state except Alaska. Michigan is framed by four of the Great Lakes: Lake Superior, Lake Michigan, Lake Huron and Lake Erie.

“Webster had a foot in two worlds,” Pace explained. “He worked as a timber cruiser and until the mid-19th Century that was the method that Americans related to the outdoors. The outdoors were a treasure trove of natural resources. We mined the minerals, we harvested the timber and killed the bison for meat.

“Then, in the late 1800s more people came to cites like Detroit and Chicago. They were living in tenements and apartments with no air conditioning. They worked long hours. And they wanted to get outside.  That was before the automobile so they would take the railroads up north where there were YMCA camps, hunting camps and outdoor camps.”

The outdoors were becoming a destination where visitors could improve their health and uplift their spirit. “People started looking at the outdoors as a place for recreation and not just for the exploitation of resources,” Pace said. “The Boy Scouts, Girl Scouts and Camp Fire Girls all start. Women start going into the woods.”

The Camp Fire Girls were born in 1912 as an offshoot of Cam WoHeLo near South Casco, Maine. “Part of that was to make women feel strong and independent and to get that good outdoor air which would physically and morally ‘refresh’ them,” Pace explained. “Then you have the first seasons for controlled hunting and fishing.”

People looked at the outdoors in a very different way.

And Marble could see the forest from the trees.

Last fall the State of Michigan passed a resoultion declaring every Nov. 15, the start of the state’s firearms deer-hunting season as Webster L. Marble Day.

“He spent 20 years as a timber cruiser,” Pace said. “He was going into the woods for weeks and months at a time. He went ahead of the timber companies who bought hundreds of thousands of acres or leased them. Webster surveyed section by section and drew little maps; ‘We’ve got 80,000 board feet of white pine another 25,000 board feet of red oak..’ That’s how  timber companies worked. There weren’t a lot of good knives and axes specialized the way we know them, for lightweight camping. For example, Webster sketched how he could develop a compass that pinned to your coat. Then he realized the needle in the compass is hard to read in dim light so he invented the rotating dial, called the compass card. The whole dial rotates rather than the needle so it is easier to read.

Courtesy of Michigan Historical Museum
Courtesy of Michigan Historical Museum

“Webster starts to manufacture these new products in 1898 and ends up having 60 to 70 patents. He ends up with the largest factory of his kind–IN THE WORLD. He understands that if he is going to sell this stuff and make a lot of money, he’s not going to sell it to just timber cruisers and professional hunters. He’s going to sell it to all the people in the cities who want to get outside. Even if it is only for one weekend a year.”

Pace’s donated collection includes advertising materials, promotional pennants, catalogs and ‘The Marble’s Monthly Message,’ a magazine that featured columns like ‘Reminiscences of a Timber Cruiser.’ The exhibit includes Marble’s 1916 magazine reflection about a group of rugged lumbermen who were upended into chaos by a swarm of Yellowjackets.

Pace is an avid camper, hiker and mountain biker who loves the half a million acres of beaches and woods of the Huron-Mainistee National Forest in west central Michigan and the Porcupine Mountains in the Upper Peninsula. “The mountains are truly unique geologic features and some of the most silent land in the country to be alone in,” he said. Pace said Chicago visitors are at an all-time high in the Upper Peninsula.

People need to get away.

Pace discovered Marble’s work at a 1984 knife show. “I came across a couple tables filled with these beautiful products I had never seen,” he said. “They were all from the Marble Arms company. I met another collector and spent hours listening to his stories. I was hooked. This was a part of Michigan history and outdoors history I had never heard.”

Marble died on Sept. 22, 1930.  “He was married later in his life,” Pace said. “After he came back from the woods.”

The advertising connection made Marble a kindred spirit for Pace, who called Marble one of the inventors of the celebrity endorsement in the outdoors product community. “When Teddy Roosevelt went to the Amazon and Africa, he was using all (Marble) outdoor products,” Pace said. “When Charles Lindbergh flew across the Atlantic for the first time, in his survival kit was a Marble compass, a Marble ideal knife and a Marble match safe to keep his matches dry. Those items are in the Smithsonian.” In the 1920s and 30s all Boy Scout and Girl Scout six-blade knives were Marble products.

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“One of my favorite Marble quotes is that 90 per cent of knives and axes are bought by people who have no practical use for them,” Pace said with a laugh. “They want them as ornaments to display or merely possess. A picture from the 1920s or 30s is Marble’s typical customer, dreaming when they were in the military, great camaraderie in the woods, camping as a young man. These are pipe dreams.

“You’re not going to get out there that much. However, if you own a really great axe and nice knife you can take them out and look at them. It’s like restringing your fishing rod. Whether you use them or not, who knows?”  “Inventing the Outdoors also includes a hands on ‘invention station’ where kids can learn and participate in the process of invention.

One exhibit panel features “Webster Marble’s 10 Lessons for Today’s Entrepreneurs.” Sadly, No. 10 is “Be Ready To Replace Yourself–In an evolving company be sure to know who can fill your shoes if interests or demands move your focus elsewhere.” Pace said, “He was a smart guy and a great entrepreneur but he broke one of the biggest rules of building a business—have somebody there to replace yourself.”

The Marble company still exists in Gladstone, but they only make iron gun sights. An odd company sidebar is the Hoegh Pet Casket Company in Gladstone. “Around 1966 Denny Hoegh comes from Iowa to Michigan,” Pace said. “He knows about plastic vacuum forming and starts making (plastic) gun cases. Marble sells these for a while and stops. There’s all this equipment, but what else can go in them? A light bulb goes off. ‘Dead pets!’ And now the Hoegh Pet Casket Company is the largest in the world.

The woodsy Webster Marble would be proud.

The bark is always louder than the blight.

Wings across America

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Road trips are like sunsets.

No two are the same.

I was blessed to have just one rainy day during the three weeks I was on the initial run in my Blue Bird Ford Transit Van. I drove 6,194 miles to gather nearly 20 stories for the book that is tentatively titled “The Camper Book,” although my small straw poll preferred “Man v.s. Van.” That ringside name became clear after I navigated foggy switchbacks and mountains in the middle of a Saturday night to settle at 8,000 feet in the Heart Bar state campground in the San Bernardino (Ca.) National Forest.

I nicked up my van for the first time trying to back in a boomerang gravel driveway in the dense, dark woods. One thing I learned about  Yogi Bear’s Jellystone Park campgrounds: I love their pull throughs. I’ve rented large RV’s with friends, but trying to back in a 9 x 20′ camper van alone at night is a daunting experience.

Higher Ground, 6/12/16 (Dave Hoekstra photo)
Higher Ground, 6/12/16 (Dave Hoekstra photo)

I did not see the sun set in the San Bernardino mountains, where gold was discovered in 1855.

But I was swept up in summer sunsets at Albuquerque, N.M., Pismo Beach, Ca., Grand Forks, B.C. Canada,  Coeur, d’ Alene, Id., Missoula Mt., and at a Clear Lake, Ia. truck stop on the way home. Iowa sunsets are often my favorite. The green linear landscape creates a stage where the promise of tomorrow is certain.

My trip was remarkable and it will take me the rest of the summer for it to settle in. A wealth of new ideas are floating around my head like snowflakes in a dime store globe.

I moved in and out of Route 66,  and talked to a young couple restoring an RV park along the Mother Road in Carhage, Mo. I took a Cadillac limousine from my Amarillo Ranch RV Park to the Big Texan Steak Ranch. I saw Gregg Arnold’s Easter Island tiki outside of Kingman, Az., drove the van on Pismo Beach and made a personal San Joquain Valley connection between between John Steinbeck (“Travels With Charley”) and Merle Haggard  (“Big City.”)

Calling an audible, I drove the silent but majestic Trans Canada Highway through British Columbia, visited Montana for the first time where I got a charge of the school teacher and her retired sheriff husband who shared a teardrop trailer in Missoula. I loved hearing a sanctioned David Letterman look alike play old timey folk music at a KOA Kampground in Great Falls. I saw a rainbow cross the highway outside of Tacoma, Wash.

I made a wish on a shooting star.

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Mrs. Dave Nicholson with her husband’s crow decoy for their teardrop camper, early morning 6/22/16, Missoula, Mt.

Once the trip found its rhythm I also witnessed the ribbon that is attractive to foreign travelers. It is the independent ribbon that wraps us up as a diverse and welcoming country. I saw lots of bridges. I did not see walls.

It takes time and consideration to make this ribbon, I tried to be nice to people and to be honest it took a while to drop my cynical Chicago filter.  I didn’t see many people on cell phones or even with the younger people among the camper and food trucks of Portland, Ore. Upon my return to Chicago, there they were, glowing pings in the lost night.

My photographer Jon Sall was a great tonic for the project. He made some tremendous photographs. His patience is important in the camping world. He’s more of a tent camper, but even within the warmth of a camper van I had to make a mental checklist of everything I needed to carry along before wandering off to the community bathroom. You just don’t ask a stranger if you could borrow their towel.

Jon was invaluable in technical support, especially in our first night out at a KOA outside of St. Louis where we lost power, regained power and then couldn’t turn off the van’s ceiling lights. I was illuminated by buyer’s remorse.

I have camped before and I knew that campgrounds are about flexibility, unplugging and the fluidity of community. Neighbors are here today and gone tomorrow. People were good and honest, especially when I blew fuses while running the air conditioning.

I asked new friends to describe kindness and how to pay it forward. I requested they share their thoughts on a slip of paper and drop it in a clear plastic jar. I won’t read many of their gestures until later in the project for an eventual sidebar in the book.

Jon Sall photo
Jon Sall photo

Dozens of people across the country smiled at my friend Tony Fitzpatrick’s birds on the exterior of the van. I saw people smile in campgrounds, in parking lots, along blacktop cracks. Smiling faces made me feel good and Tony will like that because he is the happiest White Sox fan I know this side of Charley Krebs.

Last Sunday I walked around the Iowa truck stop towards the end of the trip. All I heard was the sound of grinding brakes.

I leaned back on the blue hood of my dusty van and watched the sun fade away.

I had nowhere to go. Really. Does routine define place?

I thought about ex- girl friends and considered traveling with the spirit of my parents and their antique Mr. & Mrs. Blue Birds perched at the desk of my van. Birds get closer as you get older.

Moments like this are why I need to be alone. I felt my parents sacrifices in not being able to take long vacations while raising two sons. Perhaps I am still shaded by their back to back passings last year. I did the best I could. Suddenly a metaphor flew across the orange sun as it inched closer to the pure earth.

Broken wings can heal.