Ireland Butte Montana

Determined to finish a story I began a few years ago, set in my hometown of Butte, Montana, I had no idea where it would lead. What began as memoir has morphed into a historical fiction novel, with fictitious characters based on real people and events.

I’ve always wanted to write a story with Butte as the setting, because of its colorful culture and history. I grew up loving and hating my hometown and couldn’t wait to leave it. Once gone though, my perspective changed. Now, when I visit Butte, I discover things I didn’t appreciate before. I value and appreciate the people whom I have shared history with, more than before. I’ve also made a shameful discovery: I never really knew Butte. Not really. And while I thought I knew her history, I really didn’t. Her boom took place long before me or my parents were born.

I feel like I’ve missed something. I never appreciated where I grew up. I didn’t realize how Butte’s people shaped me. I took a writing class recently that asked what compelled me to write this book. I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t answer because I was afraid to dig deep into places I wasn’t sure I wanted to go.butte-america

But isn’t that how we discover who we are?

It takes a unique, quirky town to raise a kid. Butte was that way—almost to a fault. I finally figured that out, which is a theme in this novel.

Growing up, I made my way through this rough-and-tumble place, along with everyone else, and what I experienced I’ve always thought to be normal. That is, until I circulated my first draft chapters around writing critique groups in faraway Alaska, who told me, no—my experiences weren’t exactly “normal.” So what is normal? I’ve read a plethora of memoirs and coming-of-age novels about people who had weirder, more whacked-out experiences than me. I’ve decided normal is just a frame of mind.

I can answer the question now. I’m writing this book as a tribute to the people of Butte, the good, the bad, the ugly, the quirky. My challenge is to do it justice—to write it so when it is hopefully read, there will be nods and smiles of understanding. It’s a tall order. I figure by declaring this out in the blogosphere, I won’t give up on it—which is always tempting—because my Butte peeps will hold my feet to the fire.copper-king-mansion

In the meantime, I’m getting to know my hometown—really knowing it—for the first time. I explored every nook and cranny of Butte last summer: I drove her streets, walked around and toured the Copper King Mansion and other sites, and researched history at the Archives Office. I can’t write a story set 60 years ago without first knowing the history behind the history. I’m reading The War of the Copper Kings, by C.B. Glasscock, written in 1934, and a host of other books. It’s fun reading Butte’s history, because the texts read like novels.war-of-the-copper-kings

In 1973, I took a class at University of Montana, “Montana and the West,” taught by K. Ross Toole. To say that he was a popular professor was an understatement. His class was impossible to get into, and when I finally did, students and other professors sneaked in for standing room only lectures. His lively lectures about Butte’s history and the war of the copper kings was brilliantly re-enacted. He had passion for telling the story of copper mining and the havoc wreaked in what began as a small mining camp in the late 19th century on a hill, called Summit City. His lectures were spectacular.

Ever since Toole’s class, I’ve wanted to write a novel set in Butte. It didn’t happen until now. Better late than never.

What a wild ride this will be.

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  1. Ginny December 11, 2016 at 4:38 pm Reply

    Yeah!!!!!!!!!! I will be standing by, clapping as I wait for your story.

    It is wonderful that the impetus to dig in again has returned and you feel like running with it.

    Go, Girl, Go!


    • Lois Paige Simenson December 11, 2016 at 8:15 pm Reply

      Thanks Ginny! One step forward for five steps back, but I’ll get there eventually. It may not be when I want, but it will get there!

    • Lois Paige Simenson December 12, 2016 at 9:09 pm Reply

      Thanks Ginny! No backing out now, I’m committed!

  2. George December 11, 2016 at 7:11 pm Reply

    I look forward to reading your book, I know you’ll do it justice. After all you’re one of the characters.

    Have fun with it,

  3. Don Plessas December 13, 2016 at 5:23 pm Reply

    Great start. I am anxious to read your story about Butte. You have a gift to write and with the history of this town, if should be fun to read.

    • Lois Paige Simenson January 2, 2017 at 5:40 pm Reply

      Having a blast writing this…the research of Butte history is what is fun!

  4. Frank Pickel December 14, 2016 at 2:02 pm Reply

    I am sure you wii do justice to the city where we spent our interesting growing up years. Loved the Columbia Gardens and the freedom to wander👌

    • Lois Paige Simenson January 2, 2017 at 5:39 pm Reply

      The background research for this turned out to be FUN! Amazing what I didn’t know about the history of Butte 🙂

  5. Don Neary December 26, 2016 at 10:21 pm Reply

    Looking forward to reading to reading your book. If the book includes any of the characters you used to hang around with, it should be a doozy. It is amazing, even though I grew up in Butte, how little I actually know about my hometown. Good luck and let me know when your book is available.

    Take Care,
    Don Neary

    • Lois Paige Simenson January 2, 2017 at 5:37 pm Reply

      Don, was your grandmother Marg Selak, who lived on Galena Street?

      • Don Neary January 2, 2017 at 7:11 pm Reply

        Yes. You lived next to us for a few years, then I think you moved to Excelsior street.

        • Lois Paige Simenson January 5, 2017 at 9:09 am Reply

          Cool! I remember playing with you and your brother when we were little in her backyard.

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