And there was distant music,
Simple and somehow sublime,
Giving the nation
A new syncopation-
The people called it Ragtime!

Tom Turpin, shown left, and his brother Charles both inherited their physiques and their spirit from their father. John Turpin was a man of independence and courage whom slavery left unbowed. Likely a house slave and literate, he often bragged that after Emancipation he never worked for anyone but himself. Following the Civil War, known as “Honest John, he became politically active as a black leader in Savannah, Georgia, where a street is named for him and where Tom was born in 1873.
Later in that decade, John moved his wife, Lulu, and their children to Mississippi, arriving just as Reconstruction was ending and the state began passing “Jim Crow” laws that would discriminate strongly against people of color. Apparently recognizing the deteriorating situation, Father Turpin uprooted his family once more and moved to more moderate Missouri, settling in St. Louis about 1880. There he went into business as owner of the Silver Dollar Saloon at 425 South 12th St. Noted for his ability to handle trouble in his establishment, Honest John never used his fists, preferring to grab miscreants by the wrists and strike them with his head — called by some the “Missouri State Head Butting Champion.”
When his sons Tom (known as “Million” to his family) and Charles were old enough, John took them into the business, teaching them how to wait tables and tend bar. The boys, however, developed “gold fever,” traveled West, and likely with money from their father bought a stake in the Big Onion Mine in Searchlight, Nevada, the town shown above. When the mine proved to be a bust, they separately wandered back to St. Louis where Tom in an 1889 directory was recorded as a bartender in his father’s saloon.

In 1897, drawing on the years of experience working for his father, Tom opened Turpin’s Saloon at Nine Targee Street, apparently living above the establishment with a wife and baby, both of whom died during this period. This twin tragedy may temporarily have unhinged him. According to a report in the St. Louis Post Dispatch in late February 1898, Tom was arguing with a bar patron on “the relative merits of negro women." Inflamed by liquor, each drew a pistol and dared the other to shoot. Said the newspaper: “It was a battle to the death and both of the black men exhibited nerve and bulldog tenacity...Then came a bullet that prostrated Keeler. It entered his left side and he sank to the floor.” He later died at the hospital. Tom was arrested but charges appear to have been dropped. Turpin’s saloon closed.

Rosebud, sometimes called a cafe, sometimes a bar, at 2220-2222 Market Street near downtown St. Louis — destined to become a legend. The saloon, shown here, soon became the gathering place for black pianists during the height of ragtime popularity, hosting such well-known composers as Scott Joplin, Joe Jordan and Louis Chauvin.
Turpin advertised his saloon relentlessly. He touted it as “headquarters for colored professionals” and kept it open around the clock. According to one observer: “The Rosebud had something for almost everybody, including two bars, gambling facilities, a sportsmen's club, a wine room where the piano entertainment resided, and a gentleman's brothel upstairs.”





Beset by these realities, the Rosebud folded in 1906. Far from being discouraged, however, Tom Turpin continue to run saloons, dance halls, brothels and even a theater in St. Louis, often with the help of brother Charles. In 1910 he open a new establishment, the Eureka Club at 2208 Chestnut Street. In 1916 he opened another saloon at 2333 Market Street that he called The Jazzland Cafe, another center for black musicians. During those years Turpin also was serving as a deputy constable for the African American community in St. Louis and regarded as politically potent.

The inscription calls him "The Father of St. Louis Ragtime." One biographer has summed Tom’s life up this way: “Turpin left a wide swath of happy memories for thousands of people in his considerable wake.” As a fan of ragtime, to that observation I add “Amen.”

I play some of Turpin's music, glad to find out more about him!
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