John G. Neihardt

Born on January 8, 1881, in Sharpsburg, Illinois, to Nicholas and Alice Neihardt, 11-year-old John Neihardt moved to Wayne, Nebraska, in 1891, with his mother and two sisters. He had also lived in a sod house in northwestern Kansas and in the Missouri River town of Kansas City.

This exposure to the richness and variety of life on the plains shaped the direction of his life work. But Neihardt himself pointed to a fever dream he had at age 12, in which he saw himself floating through space and felt the presence of a "spirit brother," as the event that determined his life work as a poet and inspired the content of that work.

While living in Wayne, John’s mother Alice worked as a seamstress. One of her clients was the family of James Pile, first president of Nebraska Normal College (now Wayne State College). Mr. Pile recognized John’s precociousness and hired him as the campus bell ringer so that he could pay his tuition. The first bell was at 6:30 a.m., and then twice every 50 minutes until 6:00 p.m., Monday-Friday.

Neihardt graduated with his teaching degree at the age of 15, but was too young to teach. He continued his education and got his Bachelor’s degree by completing the scientific program in 1897 at age 16. His first teaching job, at a country school, began in December 1898, at a rate of $30 a month for four months. He was provided corn cobs for fuel and had to do the janitorial work himself.

He'd been writing poetry since age 12. He returned to that vocation when he moved to Bancroft in 1900, where his family moved when his sister got a teaching job. For a year he became the city reporter for the Omaha Daily News, a job for which he was ill-suited - he was a writer whose imagination often kept him preoccupied while other reporters tracked down scoops. From 1901-1903 he was the owner-editor of the Bancroft Blade, and worked as a clerk for a trader on the Omaha Reservation. Neihardt respected the traditions of the Omaha, and in return he earned their respect. They invited him into their lodges to share their way of life and learn their stories.

Neihardt was friends with the important LaFlesche family, descendants of Omaha Chief Estamahza (Iron Eyes) LaFlesche. Susette LaFlesche was the interpreter for the Ponca leader Standing Bear during the trial that first determined that an Indian is a person within the meaning of law. Susan LaFlesche Picotte was the first Native American doctor, whose hospital still stands in the town of Walthill on the Omaha Reservation.

Neihardt’s acquaintance with the Omaha and Winnebago Indians led him to an interest in the Sioux, their customs and traditions. He traveled the plains and lived the land first-hand.

John married Mona Martinsen Neihardt on November 29, 1908, after a six-month correspondence she initiated after reading his book of poetry, A Bundle of Myrrh. They met for the first time, sight unseen, the day before they were married. The young couple settled in Bancroft, where the poet built a studio with a skylight for his wife, who was a skilled sculptress. They had four children: Enid (1911), Sigurd (1913), Hilda (1916), and Alice (1921).

The family moved to Minneapolis in 1912 where John was the literary editor for the Minneapolis Journal. In 1913 they returned to Bancroft, until moving to Branson, Missouri, in 1920. From 1926-1931, the Neihardts lived in St. Louis while he edited the literary page for the newspaper, but they kept their home in Branson until 1948 when the University of Missouri offered John a job. Neihardt then purchased Skyrim Farm, a small acreage outside of Columbia, Missouri, where he built a Sioux prayer garden like the sacred hoop in Black Elk’s vision. He and Mona often hosted dinner and fireside chats for students. His course, “Epic America,” based on his book The Cycle of the West, was so popular that it filled lecture halls and was even offered on videotape. Cycle of the West earned Neihardt the apt moniker “American Homer.”

He became a published author at 19; married at 27; started his major work, The Cycle of the West at 31; and became Nebraska's Poet Laureate at 40. At 45 he was literary editor for the St. Louis Post Dispatch, and at 68 became poet-in-residence and lecturer in English at the University of Missouri.

In his 80s, Neihardt returned to his spiritual home of Nebraska, living with friends and continuing his writing and personal appearances. He was working on the second volume of his autobiography, Patterns and Coincidences, when he died of natural causes at home in Missouri on November 24, 1973, at age 92. 

On what would have been their 65th wedding anniversary, John and Mona’s daughters, Hilda and Alice, mingled their ashes together and dropped them from a plane over the Missouri River.

My Mona: A Love Story

John and Mona Neihardt have one of the greatest love stories in the history of American Letters.

Mona Martinsen Neihardt (1884-1958) was a noted sculptress and student of renowned sculptor Auguste Rodin. From a wealthy family, as a child she attended private schools in New York and studied voice and violin in Germany. At the age of 18, she began taking sculpture lessons from New York artist Frank Edwin Elwell, curator of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, before studying with Rodin for three years in Paris.

In 1907, Mona returned from Paris to New York and read A Bundle of Myrrh, a book of lyric poems by John, given to her by her mother. She was so impressed she wrote to the poet, initiating a six-month period of fevered correspondence that ultimately included a marriage proposal.

Mona arrived on train No. 112 from New York at Union Station in Omaha, Nebraska, on November 28, 1908, meeting John in person for the first time. He had a marriage license in his pocket, and they were married the next day with his mother Alice as a witness.

“A stately young woman of more than average height stepped gracefully through the coach door. She wore a velvet cape and her hat of like material was almost ample enough to serve as an umbrella, I thought. I recall that I felt a momentary twinge of embarrassment. She, placing her hand upon the gallantly offered arm of the brakeman, anxiously scanned the crowd a moment. Then, with a joyous shout of recognition, she shouldered her way to me, crying ‘John! John!’”  (Patterns and Coincidences)

They were very happily married for nearly 50 years, until Mona’s untimely passing in April 1958 after she sustained a head injury in a car accident. John said in an interview later in life that he was more in love with her on the day she died than the day they were married. Whenever he spoke of her, she was “my Mona.”

“Neihardt relied on his wife throughout his career, trusting her judgment as he trusted no-one else’s about his poetry and prose, about the very subjects that he tackled.” (Anderson 220)