Does Gladstone Park Even Have a Doggone History?
Anyone trying to research Gladstone Park will find there is little history — especially early history — written specifically about it. There is not even an entry for the community in the Chicago Historical Society’s Electronic Encyclopedia of Chicago, the standard for all that’s relevant to the city’s roots. And the online Wikipedia, which’ll publish anything and everything, has a mere three short paragraphs on Gladstone Park and only under the subheading for Jefferson Park. (It also sports the entry “Gladstone Park Station” about the historic Metra train stop in the neighborhood.) Adding insult to injury, it gets its facts backwards by telling readers the community is named for the [William] Gladstone Park on N. Menard Avenue. The chicken did not come before the egg.
Yes, there are records from the mid- to late-1800s on the founding of Jefferson Park when it was still an independent town and before it was incorporated into Chicago, now serving as the larger official city neighborhood within which Gladstone Park lies. But those stories focus on the growing commercial center at the intersections of W. Higgins and W. Lawrence with N. Milwaukee, where area farmers stopped to water their horses and pick up supplies. Meanwhile, the settlers of Gladstone were at least a mile or two north minding their own business trading furs or, later, growing onions and other produce to sell 10 miles away in Chicago, the city founded by Haitian immigrant Jean Baptiste Point DuSable after the fur trader became the first non-native person to settle on the banks of the Chicago River in the 1780s.
Maybe there are so few separate details about the history of Gladstone Park because its affairs were so inextricably commingled with Jefferson Park’s. But another big reason could be because the community has always been so ill-defined even as it was being identified by its separate name at least 130 years ago. If one is to believe the 1891 developer’s plan displayed below, the neighborhood was already making its presence known by then with the letters “Gladstone Park” splashed across the map just to the south of where we think the neighborhood is today. If nothing else, this set the precedent for the community only vaguely knowing where it begins and ends. Even today, there are disagreements over where its boundaries are. For more on this topic, see Who/Where.
A portion of a Jefferson Park map said to be from 1891 with a hand pointing to a proposed development. It clearly identifies this northern area of the greater neighborhood as Gladstone Park. Two separate sections of roads are shown platted into the Gladstone community with five more in the line-drawing stage. The streets in the lower section in the acute angle between N. Northwest Highway and N. Milwaukee appear to be (from east to west) today’s N. Parkside, N. Magnet, N. Manila, N. Menard, N. Monitor, N. Marmora, N. Mason, and N. Austin Avenues. Where N. Menard continues northward across what is now W. Bryn Mawr into the upper quadrant, the three streets to the east appear to be N. Mango, N. Major, and N. Parkside, all ending at N. Elston. The north/west artery on the east labeled Carpenter Road is now known as N. Central. Quality reproductions of this map can be purchased from the surveying/mapmaking company Greeley-Howard-Norlin-Smith, Chesterton, Indiana and obtained through eBay.
Because of the pandemic, the early history contained here consists of what could be verified from online resources, most of which repeated the same narratives. In the absence of more thorough research opportunities — and because Gladstone Park even today is so strongly influenced by both its gritty roots and its confusing streets as they developed through time — this quirky history focusses on both our adopted founding father and the neighborhood’s wacky road geography that grew up around what he left in his wake.
It’s a Bird, It’s a Plane; It’s Sauganash!
All sources agree that the first settler to what became Jefferson Park was fur trader John Kinzie Clark, who built a two-room log cabin in the area in 1830. His land was south of Gladstone, however, so we can’t claim him as our own.
Around the same time Billy Caldwell, also known by his Indian name of Sauganash (roughly translated as “white man” or “Englishman”) came on the scene. The illegitimate son of a Canadian-British army officer and a North American Indigenous woman, he became Clark’s neighbor “to the north” according to Abigail Foerstner in the Aug. 6, 1986 Chicago Tribune article The Village Called Jefferson.
We have to assume this put Caldwell’s cabin in present-day Gladstone Park, although one would have to delve into more thorough records to pinpoint exactly where it was. Perhaps Peter T. Gayford’s 13 years of research that resulted in his unpublished 500-page The History of Chief Billy Caldwell — available at only a few local historical museums and Chicago’s Newberry Library — contains the definitive answer.
In any case, if Caldwell didn’t live right smack in Gladstone Park in the 1830s, all sources say he ended up owning the lands on the North Branch of the Chicago River at the very northern edge of the community. Part of this property was what later became today’s Caldwell Woods of the Cook County Forest Preserves. Meanwhile, whether as fur trader, Potawatomi Chief, or U.S. Department of Indian Affairs agent, Caldwell put his lasting stamp on Gladstone Park’s destiny.
Current map of a portion of Caldwell Woods in the Cook County Forest Preserves in what had been part of Billy (Sauganash) Caldwell’s territory. On the corner of N. Milwaukee and W. Devon, it is in the extreme northern part of Gladstone Park. Today trails in the park weave over and around the North Branch of the Chicago River. There is also a picnic area, a sledding hill with warming building and the adjacent Whealan Pool Aquatic Center, a popular outdoor water playground featuring swimming and water slides. From the Forest Preserves fpdcc.com website.
What’s Opera Got to Do With It?
Caldwell had a very complicated life. The short story is that his mixed heritage presented obstacles regarding his career prospects and social standing at the same time as creating opportunities for him to accomplish things few others could do at the time.
In a very sort of Madama Butterfly way, Caldwell’s mother was a Mohawk Peoples beauty when she gave birth in 1780 to the illegitimate child who became known as Billy/Sauganash, according to researchers on the now defunct Early Chicago website. His father was a British-Canadian army officer (“Pinkerton” in the 1904 Puccini opera) who shortly afterward abandoned them, setting the mother (“Butterfly”) and child up for the tragic events that were to come. Indeed, after the senior Caldwell legally married three years later and the earlier child’s existence became known to his wife Suzanne, (“Kate” in the opera), she insisted on ripping the half-Indigenous boy from his biological mother’s arms so that she and his father could bring him up themselves with English and Christian values.
When the child, originally named Thomas, arrived at the Ontario homestead of the Caldwell’s, it was only to find that one of his father’s seven subsequently-born children was also named Thomas. If his dislocation hadn’t been enough, his family unceremoniously yanked the last piece of his identity out from under him by bestowing him with the man-boy name of “Billy,” all while formally educating him in English and French and raising him in the Catholic Church. Set forever on the course for how he was known and treated throughout his entire adult life, the pathos only grew.
Where is someone like former Chicago Composer-in-Residence Missy Mazzoli to gobsmack us with a mind-blowing opera on the life of Billy (Sauganash) Caldwell when you need her?
Billy/Sauganash: A Foot in Two Worlds
While there is much myth surrounding the story of Billy (Sauganash) Caldwell, most historical researchers agree on the basic facts as presented here. When the 17-year-old half-English/half Native American crossed the border into the United States’ Northwest Territory near Chicago in 1797, it was as a Canadian-Brit apprentice in the fur trade. Fluent in English and French, he found for the first time that his mixed blood gave him a leg up as a negotiator with Native Americans. He learned Potawatomi and other Indian dialects and gained the trust of area tribes.
However, when Caldwell returned to Canada at the age of 32 to fight on England’s side in the War of 1812, that advantage crumbled. Even his father’s Lieutenant-Colonel creds — which had garnered officer commissions for Billy’s half-brothers — weren’t enough to earn his firstborn mixed race son the right to serve in the “regular” army. Appointed to the British Army’s Indian Department, Caldwell instead distinguished himself by fighting valiantly to win England a substantive and brutal victory over the United States in the Battle of the River Raisin in Michigan Territory (part of the Battle of Frenchtown).
But by the time Americans in the Northwest Territory began beating back England’s Canadian Brits in the so-called Second War of Independence, the severely wounded Caldwell grew disillusioned. Always on the cusp of feeling like an outcast, he switched loyalties. His father disinherited him and he moved back to the Chicago area in 1820.
Without access to personal diaries and letters, no one can really know what Caldwell’s full motivations were as he became one of four chiefs of the Potawatomi…as well as a negotiator for the United States government’s Indian Removal program. What we do know is that in 1829 there was “much talk” in and around Chicago about pushing the 6,000 or so remaining Native Americans completely out of Illinois, according to Wayne Temple who wrote the minutely-detailed 218-page document Indian Villages of the Illinois Country: Historic Tribes for the Illinois State Museum in 1958 (revised 1966). Caldwell, respected by both sides, became one of the players who made it happen.
Representing the Council of Three Fires, the alliance of the closely-related Potawatomi (Bodewadmi), Ottawa (Odaawaa) and Chippewa (Ojibwe), Caldwell apparently tried to get the most advantageous deal he could for his people. There had already been multiple treaties — most broken — pushing Native Americans further and further from their ancestral lands as part of the great U.S. Western Expansion. By 1830 the new political reality was that the U.S. Government’s Indian Removal Act granted President Andrew Jackson the direct authority to speed the relocation of Indigenous peoples west of the Mississippi River. The country’s acquisition of 828,000 square miles of land that came with the 1803 Louisiana Purchase made Jackson’s plans eminently feasible, Temple wrote.
An ever-pragmatic Caldwell had already aided the Three Fires in negotiating the Second Treaty of Prairie Du Chien in 1829, with Native American tribes agreeing to relocate from the greater Chicago area to western Illinois in exchange for $16,000 and 16 barrels of salt a year. But the terms of that treaty failed to alleviate tensions between white settlers in the Northwest Territory and the tribes.
Four years later the Council of Three Fires spokesman acted again, helping hammer out the Treaty of Chicago giving 5 million acres west of the Mississippi to the remaining Native American population in exchange for them relocating there and ceasing all claims on lands in Illinois and Wisconsin. It didn’t hurt Caldwell that the U.S. Government had spelled out in Article 3d of the Treaty that he’d get an award of $400 a year for life for his role in bringing its terms to fruition. Schedule A of the agreement also granted him $5000 outright as well as another $600 for his children. (Thanks to the Forest County Potawatomi of Wisconsin for mounting the full text of this treaty on its website.)
Presumably Caldwell thought this Treaty would be advantageous for his people, ending years of dislocations once and for all. But it suited him as well. Putting a brave face on the future, he and three others were hired to lead a wagon train of Native American emigrants west along with a government-guaranteed $100,000 in provisions. Another $150,000 was promised for the erection of buildings and purchase of agricultural equipment in the new territory with $70,000 earmarked for education and $14,000 a year in annuities.
But the sweeteners didn’t have their desired effect. Shockingly, only 10 to 20% of tribal members (500-1000) showed up to make the trip. And the unfortunate truth is that of those who did go, many became discontented with the new lands and ultimately returned, according to Temple.
Strange Bedfellows Leave a Fitting Legacy
Billy/Sauganash, with one foot in both worlds, was one of the Native Americans who came back to live in the world of the White Man. Trusted by both sides even if considered second-rate by some, he had something valuable to return to right in Gladstone’s neck of the woods.
There is a dispute as to exactly why the U.S. awarded Caldwell 1600 acres of land on the North Branch of the Chicago River on the present-day border of Gladstone Park. On its sustainable development pages, the City of Chicago website claims the gesture came in in thanks for saving the life of his friend, neighbor, and fur trading partner John Kinzie Clark as well as those of his family during the Fort Dearborn Massacre of 1812. The Community Association of the nearby village of Sauganash (named for Caldwell) says it was in gratitude for his service in negotiating the Second Prairie Du Chien Treaty.
What is for sure is that the Caldwell Reserve ran near what was called the “northern Indian line,” over which Indigenous Peoples were not supposed to tread or impede. Created by one of many Treaties of St. Louis, this 1816 version established the northernmost boundary of the 20-mile strip of land that gave the White Man direct and strategic water passage — without Native American interference — from Lake Michigan to the Illinois River. The so-called “Chicago Portage” positioned Fort Dearborn (Chicago) roughly in the middle at its extreme eastern end, giving it a 10-mile buffer both north and south. The Sauganash Community Association further places the northern boundary of the passage along the village’s Rogers Avenue just north of the Chicago River. If we extrapolate, we have to conclude that the community that was to become Gladstone Park was in or very close to this northern Indian line that also defined the northern limits of the Chicago Portage.
Surveyor John Sullivan’s Map of the Chicago Portage, the 20-mile wide passage through Native American lands created by the 1816 Treaty of St. Louis. The strip provided white settlers with safe travel from Lake Michigan across Illinois to the Mississippi River as well as preserved the strategic water route demanded by the U.S. Congress. In 1848 the Illinois and Michigan Canal was dug here to improve water travel. Fort Dearborn (Chicago) at the extreme east is roughly in the middle with the Portage borders north and south some ten miles in either direction. The northern border, also called the northern Indian line, ran somewhere near or through Gladstone Park. Key locational measurements are given in chains, the British survey unit then commonly-used on the U.S. frontier (66 chains = 1 mile), but are difficult to read in any of the online maps. The original is stored in the National Archives with a photocopy at Chicago’s Newberry Library. From Dr. Neil Gale’s DRLOIHjournal.blogspot.com of the Digital Research Library of Illinois History Journal.
While later in life Caldwell sold off portions of his Reserve, he kept an 80-acre tract on the corner of N. Milwaukee and W. Devon at the edge of Gladstone Park, seemingly because he could never get a clear title to it. This is the land that became the venerable Caldwell Woods of the Cook County Forest Preserves, a most fitting legacy for this mover and shaker to have left to Gladstone and the entire Chicago area.
All of which leads us to reevaluate Billy (Sauganash) Caldwell in light of all his activities in or around our confines. Perhaps it makes sense for Gladstone Park to recognize this smart but gritty, dependable but realistic, determined but perplexing man as its actual founding father. After all, he was the one who took the confusion over who he was and the challenges of how to fit in to make his way forward with success. Aptly setting the way to the future, he blazed an original path for the neighborhood that would grow up in his shadow.
For Caldwell’s dichotomy mirrors Gladstone Park’s dichotomy: half of him representing the Indigenous peoples who were stewards of our land long before the other half (American colonists) had set eyes on it. Ethnically-mixed, he was an immigrant (British Canadian) in a city that famously continued to build its strengths through a diverse immigrant population that never completely broke ties to their homelands. It’s very much like how Gladstonians of today who often express how fortuitous they feel to live in the City of Chicago even if they don’t always feel fully of it. For Gladstone Park, intimately connected to a downtown a distant 10 miles southwest is also positioned on the very edge of the suburbs, its feet in two worlds.
As the Crow Flies…
The second legacy Billy (Sauganash) Caldwell and his cohorts left future generations with was the network of old Indian trails that crisscrossed the community for hundreds of years until they gradually became the modern diagonal roads that so influence Gladstone Park today.
Starting in the 1600s, these five- to six-foot wide Indian pathways, located on high and dry ground, provided the only overland routes for explorers and, later, white colonists to navigate through the swampy area that was Chicago. You better believe settlers appreciated these Native American trails as a ready-made infrastructure that enabled them to travel, grow commercially and defend themselves militarily.
But authorities long undervalued the local Indian trails as the vital cogs they were in allowing for the growth of the area, as discussed extensively by Tanner Howard in Native American routes: the ancient trails hidden in Chicago’s grid system, The Guardian, Jan. 17, 2019. These routes were so taken for granted that documentarians didn’t even chart them until 1900 when cartographer Albert F. Scharf was the first to reconstruct the area as it existed in 1804 on his map “Indian Trails and Villages of Chicago.”
The upper right section of the map “Indian Trails and Villages of Chicago (1804)” by Albert F. Scharf, 1900. The best digitized copy of this public domain map was found online in the local history collection of the Wilmette (IL) Public Library which cautioned of potential negative stereotypes. The old Indian trail identified as Elston Road (now N. Elston Avenue) is shown slanting northwest from Ft. Dearborn (Chicago) into an unlabeled Gladstone Park just east of where Norwood Park is outlined on the map. N. Milwaukee, another old Indian trail, is neither named nor charted in the path it takes today, merging with N. Elston midway through the Gladstone Park neighborhood.
The old Indian trails were given so little heed that when permanent (white) settlers began moving to the area in earnest in the 1830s, they didn’t make plans for how they would integrate them into their European notions about growth. As the the commercial center of Jefferson Park expanded to 50 buildings by 1855, town leaders felt the pressure to more efficiently organize their village in standard western ways. Formally platting out a street grid of parallel and perpendicular roads, they incorporated as the Town of Jefferson in 1872, according to the Electronic Encyclopedia of Chicago.
That’s when the road system began to go awry. There was no thought to abandoning the old diagonal Indian trails that ran into the area because they were some of the most direct routes into the big city. But nobody was sure how to integrate them appropriately with the new straight thoroughfares that were being platted to run into the community or the rectangular blocks that were filling up the spaces inbetween.
If the intersecting roads were starting to get a bit confusing leading into Jefferson’s town center, it was in Gladstone at its northern end that the problem had the potential to become critical, for that is where the old slanting roads were already splitting and merging at their most acute angles. It wasn’t a huge issue as long as the acreage was kept in large tracts of farmland. With the onion business thriving in the glacial lakebed soil (black topsoil over mucky clay that had supported the wild, garlicky onions native to the area), there was little thought anything would change. After all, these same stinking onions, rendered “Chicagoua” by the French in a mispronunciation of the Native American word for them, was what had given Chicago its very name.
But things were changing by the 1880s when the City of Chicago, determined to grow into a metropolis, came knocking at the doors of northern and western towns then outside its limits. Officials had seen the population exploding in these areas seven, eight, nine, ten miles from the city center and wanted in. Indeed, by 1884 the Town of Jefferson itself had boomed to 500 residents, mainly of Polish and German descent, according to the Electronic Encyclopedia of Chicago. Nearly a dozen streets to the north in the area known as Gladstone Park had been platted between N. Northwest Highway and N. Milwaukee as evidenced on the map seen earlier. And more new roads were needed.
When Chicago dangled the prospect of better services for less money to independent municipalities struggling to provide water, electric, and sewer as well as run schools and maintain roads for increasing numbers of people, voters approved. In 1889 the Town of Jefferson along with many other villages let the city gobble them up in a grand annexation of 125 square miles and 225,000 people, as seen in the map below. Jefferson Park and the small section within it to the north that became Gladstone Park were swept up en masse. The die was cast.
When permanent settlers began moving to the area in the 1830s, they brought with them European notions about how to grow. By 1855, 50 buildings had been erected in what was to become the commercial center of Jefferson Park, putting pressure on town leaders to more efficiently organize their village in standard western ways. Formally platting out a street grid, they incorporated as the Town of Jefferson in 1872, according to the Electronic Encyclopedia of Chicago. That’s when the road system began to go awry. There was no thought to abandoning the old diagonal Indian trails that ran into the area because they were some of the most direct routes into the big city. But nobody was sure how to integrate them appropriately with the new straight thoroughfares that were being platted to run into the community or the rectangular blocks that were filling up the spaces inbetween. If the intersecting roads were starting to get a bit confusing leading into Jefferson’s town center, it was in Gladstone at its northern end that the problem had the potential to become critical, for that is where the old slanting roads were already splitting and merging at their most acute angles. They wouldn’t be any worse an issue as long as the farmers there kept their acreage in large tracts with no need for new roads. And since the onion business was thriving in the glacial lakebed soil (black topsoil over mucky clay that had supported the wild, garlicky onions native to the area), there was little thought anything would change. After all, these same stinking onions, rendered “Chicagoua” by the French in a mispronunciation of the Native American word for them, what was had given Chicago its very name. But things were changing by the 1880s when the City of Chicago, determined to grow into a metropolis, came knocking at the doors of northern and western towns then outside its limits. Officials had seen the population exploding in these areas seven, eight, nine, ten miles from the city center and wanted in. Indeed, by 1884 the Town of Jefferson itself had boomed to 500 residents, mainly of Polish and German descent, according to the Electronic Encyclopedia of Chicago. And nearly a dozen streets to the north in the area known as Gladstone Park between N. Northwest Highway and N. Milwaukee had been platted, as evidenced on the map seen earlier under “Does Gladstone Park Even Have a Doggone History?” When Chicago dangled the prospect of better services for less money to independent municipalities struggling to provide water, electric, and sewer as well as run schools and maintain roads for increasing numbers of people, voters approved. In 1889 the Town of Jefferson along with many other villages let the city gobble them up in a grand annexation of 125 square miles and 225,000 people, as seen in the map below. Jefferson Park and the small section within it to the north that became Gladstone Park were swept up en masse. The die was cast.
As part of improving transportation in the growing city, the pressure for more housing only increased in Northwest Chicago. More and more farmers started to divide and sell their land. Meanwhile, Chicago had adopted its seminal Burnham Plan in 1909 that established an orderly arrangement of streets for the whole city. New main arteries were to be perpendicular (north-south) or parallel (east-west). A grid system forming blocks with street at right angles to each other was prescribed as the most effective way to encourage growth. Further organization was to come in a clever alphabetical street naming scheme starting at Lake Michigan with “A” and going west. For a complete discussion of these initiatives and the results of them, see Streets.
In a Law of Unintended Consequences sort of way, the new straight roads sliced Gladstone Park’s three main diagonal roads into odd-angled intersections of two, three or more roads, creating more havoc than less. Compounding the problem was the fact that the slanted streets were all at different angles to each other in the first place. And they were all crammed together within a half mile. So when land developers began subdividing more tracts between the diagonal and straight roads to try to create the most salable rectangular lots within the recommended grids, it often became a game of pounding square pegs into round holes.
The end result: a patched-together quilt of roads with sections of tilted blocks alternating with straight ones and random streets intersecting at inconceivable angles. And everywhere a straight road met a diagonal, there were leftover pieces of land in odd shapes like slanted parallelograms, irregular quadrilaterals and triangles in scalene, isosceles and obtuse form.
How in Heck Did Gladstone Park Get Named after a British Prime Minister?
This might be the most important question of all, but it’s the one with the fewest answers.
Like a box in a box, Gladstone Park’s marvels and curiosities have always been encased within the larger neighborhood of Jefferson Park. But as one of over 200 smaller amorphous areas within Chicago’s 77 official neighborhoods that were unified by different attributes and goals, Gladstone has long been its own entity. Maybe its square mile of land never had size or stature, but it has always had its own distinct personality.
Although all authorities agree the area was named for British Prime Minister William Gladstone (1809-1898), there is little verifiable documentation on how the designation came about. Earlier settlers such as Billy (Sauganash) Caldwell, who started building their cabins in the area in the 1830s and 1840s, were English traders and hunters from what was then known as British North America (Canada). So there might have been an affinity for the English homeland that persisted when the highly-regarded Gladstone began serving his four terms as prime minister in England beginning in 1868, only one year after the birth of the (more independent) Canadian Confederation.
Records are sketchy on how and exactly when Gladstone Park separated itself out enough to become its own unmistakable area. Some of the earliest authoritative records on the use of the name come from the records of the Chicago Park District. After the Jefferson Park District received a request in 1923 from the Gladstone Park Community Club to locate a park in what was called the Gladstone Park Subdivision, the (William) Gladstone Park on N. Menard was constructed in 1930.
The community’s name might have further gotten cemented in people’s minds once they could get on and off the train right in their neighborhood at the new (1920) Gladstone Park Station off N. Austin on what is now the Union Pacific/Northwest (Metra) Line.
More research definitely needs to be done to pin down how Gladstone Park came to be named after one of Great Britain’s most famous prime ministers. It’s a particular conundrum as the choice went against every trend in America’s history ever since the mid-1770s when the country had battled so hard against England — in two wars — to gain its independence. Indeed, when new American towns were popping up everywhere in the mid- to late-1800s, patriotism ran high with slews of new communities naming themselves after U.S. Presidents, statesmen and generals. The town in which Gladstone was originally part of was no exception. Seeking first to name itself after fifth U.S. President James Monroe, it was disappointed to find a small southern Illinois town had already beat them to the punch. So community leaders settled on their second choice and applied to become the “Town of Jefferson” after founding father and third U.S. President Thomas Jefferson, a name that stuck on the neighborhood after Chicago annexed the municipality. If not, Gladstone Park might be part of Monroe Park today!
In a fitting tribute to our greater official neighborhood’s name, there is a bust of Thomas Jefferson on display at the Jefferson Park Transit Center south of us on N. Milwaukee near W. Lawrence. One would be hard pressed, though, to find a bust or painting or inscription to honor William Gladstone in Gladstone Park. Perhaps if the community could discover more about just why it aligned with English Prime Minister William Gladstone for its very identity, it would be able to acknowledge its distinctive choice, develop a better relationship with its namesake, and be even more “Gladstone Proud.”