Fort Snelling as I Knew It

1895 aerial view of Taylor Avenue, Fort Snelling's Officers Row. Digital image Courtesy of the Minnesota Historical Society.

When he was nine, my brother Steven enlisted the rest of the kids in our isolated neighborhood to help him build earthworks in the empty field behind our house. Not a fort—we already lived in one of those—but a replica of Little Round Top, a crucial site on the Gettysburg battlefield.

It made perfect sense: When your home is an historic place, some of that history is bound to rub off.

Steven Watson in front of 8 Taylor Avenue home in Fort Snelling, Minnesota, about 1952. Image by Richard E. Watson, M.D., courtesy of the author.

In Steven’s case, it turned him into a nationally recognized collector of Civil War literature. It made me a writer and a devoted believer in historic preservation, particularly of our peculiar home town—Fort Snelling, Minnesota. I don’t remember a time in my childhood when we weren’t plotting to save it.

The Fort was started about 1819 on a strategic—and still imposing—promontory high above the confluence of the Mississippi and Minnesota Rivers, a place known to the Dakota people as Bdote, meaning “place where two rivers meet.” The Fort never saw battle, but it nailed down the U.S. claim to this part of the continent.

It was decommissioned twice—once just before the Civil War (during which its civilian owner grazed sheep inside the walls) and again after World War II, when the by-then much larger military post was transferred to the Veterans Administration (VA).

That was fitting: Several hundred thousand Midwesterners had been processed through Fort Snelling during the war and were eligible for VA benefits. That meant a lot of paperwork, and it was managed here.

Plan view of Fort Snelling, Minnesota, 1950, showing Taylor Ave. (lower left quadrant) and other streets on the Upper Post. Source: Veterans Administration. Digital image courtesy of the Minnesota Historical Society.

Our dad was a VA doctor, which qualified us for housing on base. Between 1950 and 1973, we lived in three different houses on what is called the Upper Bluff or Upper Post, all quirky, all historic, all irreplaceable.

Two still stand—a little one-story brick cottage overlooking I-494, near the entrance to the international airport, and a mansion-sized, slate-roofed duplex at 157 Taylor Avenue, always known as Officers’ Row.

The Watson family lived in three different houses in Fort Snelling, including Officers’ Quarters at 157 Taylor Avenue. Library of Congress.

In between, we lived farther north on Taylor Avenue, in a short row of red-brick houses that stood close to the Mendota Bridge. A giant boulder with a bronze plaque anchored the edge of our yard, commemorating the 1820s location of Indian agent Lawrence Talliafero’s trading post.

I don’t know where that monument is now. I haven’t seen it since our house was destroyed, along with our neighbors’ houses and the very land they stood on, to make way for I-494.

Even now, I never drive across the Mendota Bridge without a quick glance to the south, because there’s a point out there in mid-air that I once called home. That house might still be standing if our childhood sabotage had succeeded.

Before the land was bulldozed away and the freeway built, teams of surveyors had stalked the bluffs above the Minnesota River, pounding wooden stakes into the ground to mark the future freeway’s curves. Steven and I (and the Hagen kids and the Tonozzis) set out to stop it.

We began pulling up the surveyors’ stakes and moved them, making the smooth curves wildly jagged. It did no good. But such is the nature of children: They believe they can save the world.

Barracks buildings on Taylor Avenue being torn down. Image by Richard E. Watson, M.D., courtesy of the author.

Barracks buildings on Taylor Avenue being torn down. Image by Richard E. Watson, M.D., courtesy of the author.

I think Fort Snelling itself taught us that. The very air was full of heroes. My dad’s patients included veterans of every war from Spanish American to Vietnam. At the beginning, I believe he even saw a few elderly Civil War widows—very young girls who had married very old soldiers and then outlived them.

The Fort was also studded with trophies of heroism. We saw them every day, as we rode a yellow bus into Minneapolis for school.

There was the clock-tower building, once headquarters of the Department of the Dakota, overlooking the broad lawns of the parade grounds. And the nearly mile-long row of yellow brick barracks on the far side of Taylor Avenue, built for the Spanish-American War. And the grave of Whiskey, a trick horse so famous in the 1930s that he was given his own white headstone, just like the human soldiers in the national cemetery nearby.

My favorites, though, were the buildings on The Point, the earliest part of the Fort. It looked very different in my childhood, starting with its now-familiar gray stone walls. They weren’t there. The original walls were torn down after the Civil War and not replaced until the Minnesota Historical Society (MHS) rebuilt them in the 1960s to frame its living-history restoration, considered among the best in the country.

The Commandant’s House and the other buildings of The Point were originally one-story structures of that same gray stone, but by my childhood, they had been given second stories, cream stucco exteriors and Spanish-style terracotta tile roofs, a touch of California style in the Middle West. Proof, perhaps, that even the U.S. Army is sensitive to architectural trends.

Round Tower at Fort Snelling, 1934. Photographer Floyd W. Brown with the Historic American Buildings Survey. Library of Congress.

One kid’s mom had the keys to the Round Tower—the oldest building in Minnesota—and she would sometimes let us in for careful looks. I remember being disappointed that you couldn’t see out of the gun slits.

Hexagonal Tower at Fort Snelling, viewed from the southwest. Library of Congress.

We didn’t need keys for our other favorite, the Hexagonal Tower. A surviving fragment of the original walls, it hadn’t been touched, which made sneaking in both scary and exciting. Nobody watched us there. It was empty, except for a narrow plank walkway around the inside, near the top. Miss a step, and it was a multi-story drop to the rubble below.

The VA’s tenure ended in 1973, and my family’s life at the Fort ended with it. The VA administrators told their staffs—and my father told Steven and me—that the Upper Post was going to be turned over to the Department of Natural Resources (DNR) and torn down. That news wasn’t made public.

Officers Row demolished for airport construction. Image by Richard E. Watson, M.D., courtesy of the author.

Demolition for airport construction. Image by Richard E. Watson, M.D., courtesy of the author.

Barracks demolished for airport construction. Image by Richard E. Watson, M.D., courtesy of the author.

The Fort had already lost the south half of Officer’s Row, demolished for an expansion of the airport. Now the rest of the Fort was doomed, and I was appalled: All that history would be gone, as if it had never happened.

By then, I was a reporter for the Minneapolis Tribune, and I did the only thing I could: I wrote about it, interviewing officials of the VA, the DNR and the Minnesota Historical Society. It felt a lot like pulling up surveyor stakes again.

The plan, a DNR official told me in a 1974 interview, was to do “foundation restorations.’’

Which meant?

Tearing the buildings down, filling in their basements and running grass up to the foundations, inside and out, so the land would be flat and therefore safe for recreation, but you’d still know what had stood there.

It wouldn’t have been enough: To care about history, people need to know how the past felt, need to be able to imagine themselves being part of it, and for that, you need bricks and mortar.

Historic buildings like Fort Snelling’s are souvenirs of our long shared journey, hooks for our collective memory. Once the buildings are gone, history becomes anchorless—untethered words on a page, facts in a book, signs beside an empty field. Important, sure, but not quite real.

It’s now been more than 40 years since a DNR official told me, “They can’t go another winter or they may reach the point of no return.” Or, as the VA’s chief engineer put it, “Those buildings are shot.”

Back then, the Minnesota Historical Society was focusing its limited resources on restoring the Lower Post, the original fortress. But the Upper Post was also on the state and National Historic Registers, and tearing it down required the society’s permission. The MHS never gave it.

So the buildings stood. That’s the key, the essential first step in historic preservation: Keep ‘em standing long enough, and wiser people may come to the rescue. Which is what finally happened.

In the decades since the DNR didn’t tear them down, Officers Row and the rest of the Upper Fort have been championed by citizen groups, by the National Park Service, and by Hennepin County, through a work-release program that trained offenders in roofing, masonry and other preservation skills.

Several residences (though not yet ones on Officers Row) have been rehabbed with federal funds to provide housing for veterans. And in April 2016, the National Trust for Historic Preservation added the Fort to its elite list of National Treasures. It has even gained a new, more inclusive name — Bdote Fort Snelling.

Like me, many of the Fort’s children, though grown and scattered, still stop by from time to time to check on our old home, at first mourning its decay, now applauding its revival. But it still feels like an awfully close call, and I’m not quite ready to exhale yet.

When the Fort closed, some of us took pieces of it away. I have a pair of brass handles from the front doors of the clock-tower building, for one example. Another kid has the cast-iron fireplace inset that came from her family’s Fort Snelling living room. And there are others.

We didn’t think of this as stealing, any more than we thought replicating Little Round Top was merely playing. To us, this was salvage.

When the restoration of the Upper Post is finally guaranteed, we will give these things back. For now, they are in safe hands. But we’re all still keeping our eyes on the agencies that are committed to saving the Fort—watching, just in case we’re needed again, to make sure they finally do.

Postscript: On May 26, 2017, the Minnesota State Legislature authorized spending $4 million to revitalize Historic Fort Snelling—in time for its bicentennial.

For additional reading on Fort Snelling:

DeCarlo, Peter. 2017. Fort Snelling at Bdote: A Brief History. St. Paul: Minnesota Historical Society Press.

Osman, Stephen E. 2011. Fort Snelling Then and Now: The World War II Years. St. Paul: The Friends of Fort Snelling.

–2017. Fort Snelling in the Civil War. St. Paul: Ramsey County Historical Society 2017.

Snowbeck, Christopher. 2011. “Vacant Fort Snelling Buildings to Be Fixed up for Homeless Veterans.” Pioneer Press

Watson, Catherine. 1974. “What about the Rest of Fort Snelling?” Minneapolis Tribune (Picture Magazine) Sunday, August 11.

Additional on-line resources related to Historic Fort Snelling include:

Recommended Citation

Watson, Catherine. 2017. “Fort Snelling as I Knew It.” Open Rivers: Rethinking Water, Place & Community, no. 7.


Download PDF of Fort Snelling as I Knew It by Catherine Watson.


  • Howard Engnell says:

    Thanks Catherine for the shared memories! My father, Bert Engnell, lived nearby as a youngster. He organized some polo games with friends on bicycles on the old polo field used by the cavalrymen, I assume, for their games. I moved back to the area near the Veterans Hospital and often bike or walk through Fort Snelling Park. I remember the Blair brothers worked on the restoration of the old fort and swimming in the pool there with the Tonazzi family.

  • Michelle Tonozzi says:

    Catherine, I am so grateful to you for keeping this history alive. I have an old shingle with our address on Taylor Ave on it: 153. We also had 3 different residences at the Fort – always
    near our Watson family playmates. As a young adult I witnessed when the wrecking ball demolished the houses at the end of Taylor Ave to make way for the expanded airport-it was heart breaking, as was the destruction of our homes that were where the clover leaf is now for Hwy 55 and 494. I was a party to those stake removals. I love seeing the diorama of the Old Fort at the Fort Snelling History Center. My parents salvaged the stain glass window that morning light came through to the circular staircase in the front foyer. Several years ago I was pit at the Fort and saw that tiger lilies were still growing in front of the wide screen porch. I had transplanted them from the side of the house to make a garden. I went back with a shovel and a cardboard box and dug up bulbs which are now blooming in my gardens at my home in St Paul. I stayed at the Hosteling International Hostel on the Marin Headlands that are just on the other side of the Golden Gate Bridge from San Francisco, which is an old U.S. Army Fort. The Hostel was in an old officers quarters home that was exactly like our home on Taylor Ave. Must have been the same architect. The memories just washed over me. I even got to sleep in my old bedroom! Keep writing and advocating for preservation of the Fort. I went to a gathering at the old armory where the announcement was made that the Fort had been named a National Treasure – a Minnesota first! Yea!!! Michelle Tonozzi

  • Michelle Tonozzi says:

    Typo: I was “out” at the Fort, not “pit” at the Fort. Damn editor.

    • Tom Travers says:

      Michelle, this is Tom Travers…lived in Quarters 76A from 1952 to 1954. I fell in love with the Fort as it was then, and all the friends I made there. Might you have some photos of the Fort and any of the residents of that period? You may remember Robert Whitcomb, who is still alive…he sent me some great shots that I restored in Photoshop and returned promptly to him. I’d be willing to send you copies of mine, all postage paid. Hope you’ll contact me…

  • Nancy B. Miller says:

    What a rare and wonderful story, bringing me both smiles and tears although I’ve seen the remains only from a distance. Thanks, Catherine, for remembering so much and writing about it so well–as you always do.

  • Mark Johnson says:

    I lived in the center house of a row of seven white houses located along “Whiskey Road” (Minnehaha Blvd) from the summer of 1962 to the summer of 1965 — aged three to six. My best friend was another boy who lived next door named Rodney. A little girl named Becky Carroll lived on the other side. There was also an old couple named McDonald who lived on Whiskey Road, as well as a family named Teases. It was fun to play in the ruins around the Round Tower, before it was restored. The woods behind the house was also great to play in. Moved away and have been in Texas ever since.

  • Tom Travers says:

    Am heartbroken over paradise lost…my teen age wonderland now gone forever. I’m searching for pictures of TaylorAve as I remember it in 1952 thru 1955. And photos of residents most of whom I knew from days in the sun at the swimming pool and ice skating rink or fishing in “GI” Lake. If anyone has pictures and memories to share I’d love to make connection.

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