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  1. Here's an abandoned mining operation I explored called gold pen and bovard mining districts.
  2. So this is a really common area if you are from here and like to look at old buildings. We spent the day up there a few weeks back and decided to get some footage. This was 3 of 3 where i lost a good portion of the footage. I ended going up just last week to add the drone footage. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this very common place from a different perspective. John
  3. I have never been to Burning Man and truthfully, the clothing optional aspects of it intimidate the hell out of me. The artwork and designs of the temporary structures fascinate my aesthetic imagination, therefore, it was to my delight that some of the smaller artwork from the 2016 Burning Man is displayed at Reno Playa Art Park.
  4. During our Highway 50 Loneliest Road in America Challenge, we found out that the Eureka Opera House in Eureka, Nevada was a recently renovated cousin to the Piper’s Opera House in Virginia City, Nevada. We decided to visit. The first Piper’s Opera House (formerly Maguire’s Opera House) was built in 1863 was burned down in the Great Fire of 1875. Piper was able to raise funds to rebuild it from promoting shows at his other venues. The second Opera House burned down in 1883 when John Piper allegedly left a cigar unattended in his upstairs apartment. The current house was built in 1885 and has stood since. I guess the third time was the charm!
  5. The shopkeeper told us that the St. Augustine’s Catholic Church in Austin, Nevada, which is on the National Register of Historic Places, was abandoned for now and that we should go take a look. Neek got quite a scare from what she thought might be a ghost, but it turned out to be a pleasant surprise!
  6. Our first stop in Austin, Nevada was in front of the Lander County Courthouse built in 1869. This is one of 11 sites in Austin on the National Register of Historic Places including the curious abandoned Stokes Castle built in 1897.
  7. I am searching for some cool abandoned places! I leave Las Vegas on September 5th so wanting to visit some old abandoned buildings, towns, vehicles, any military stuff, etc. I drive a Jeep that is somewhat built so looking for something way far out untouched by vandals and scum of the earth. I've found a few places listed and unlisted through aerial views but want some new stuff to explore. Thank you in advance for any information.
  8. My next series of videos will be based on a trip in 2000 that I took with Lew Shorb. Lew is a board member here, as well as owner of the popular website http://www.ghosttownexplorers.org/ghost.htm In breaking with my past habit of culling out historical sites and ghost towns and creating short videos dealing with these, I decided to keep the exploring part of Explore Forums in and create videos of each day of my travel and exploration, including our camps. Scenery, travel, camping ghost towns and wide open spaces. Part one of this series, as well as subsequent videos, will all appear here within this same thread. Part I will start in my garage, where I was finishing up with the packing my truck. The following day, after work, I begin my travels to meet Lew Shorb at Rhyolite, Nevada ghost town. Our three day, two night travels prowled about the "Nevada Triangle" section of northeastern Death Valley National Park; and will include such sites as: 1. The Las Vegas & Tonopah Railroad 2. Gold Bar 3. Phinney Mine 4. Strozzi Ranch 5. Currie Well (LV&T RR) 6. Mud Springs Summit (LV&T RR) 7. Happy Hooligan Mine This video, that of March 30th and 31st, will start off this series; and is brief, only being 3:28 long. Nevada-Triangle_Shorb-2000_Part-1.wmv So, below is my narrative of part one of this series to give full context of what is seen in the video. It will probably take longer to read than the video is long. -------------------------- Exploration Field Trips March 31-April 2, 2000 Into the Nevada Triangle with Lew Shorb Lew Shorb, of southern California, and I had been corresponding by email for quite some time, yet we had never met. Early in the year 2000, we finally did, when I went south to spend a couple days with a friend and his wife while he was recuperating after suffering major health problems. Since Lew and I both were avid history and off-road exploration fans, we started planning a trip together somewhere. Plans came to fruition March 30, 2000, when we met at the Red Barn in the ghost town of Bullfrog, Nevada. We planned to travel the "Nevada Triangle" of Death Valley National Park, using Lew’s GPS and THE EXPLORER’S GUIDE TO DEATH VALLEY NATIONAL PARK, by T. Scott and Betty Tucker Bryan, to navigate through some interesting and historic countryside for the weekend. Below is an account of our trip, based upon my transcribed verbal notes on microcassette. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Day 1 - March 30, 2000 Packed my truck after work. I lived in Ridgecrest, California at the time. Plans were still a bit sketchy, a meeting in Beatty, and dinner there was sort of the way we were going to start. Our trip itinerary was to visit the ghost town of Gold Bar in the Bullfrog District, Phinney Canyon Mine in the Grapevine Range, possibly go south to Carrara, then maybe into Death Valley and visit the site of Schwab in Echo Canyon. Lew was going to email me his final prospects that night. Due to technical problems with my ISP, I could not retrieve email. Day 2 - March 31, 2000 I attempted to retrieve my email early in the morning. Technical problems persisted, no email. Was Lew still coming, or would I be alone in the night in Rhyolite? So I decided my plan was to meet Lew [hopefully] at either at Beatty or Rhyolite after I got off work at the borax refinery in Trona, California. Things went downhill that morning before work while undergoing final preparations. While putting in final items into the back of the truck, I find that my air mattress, which had been pumped up a week before to check for leaks and had held air fine all week, was flat. My 5-gallon water jug, which had held a mix of water and a light dose of chlorine to clean and check for leaks for the past couple days, leaked out its entire contents overnight and made a big mess in the back of the truck and all over the garage floor. In my mind, the big blow would come this evening after work and driving to Rhyolite, and finding Lew would not be there; and that his email stating so was locked in the big machine of my ISP who was not giving me my email for the past two days due to their technical problems. At 5:45 P.M. I left work and left for Rhyolite. In case of another water jug failure, I purchased a few 1-gallon jugs of drinking water and ice before leaving Trona, as well as refilling my water jug. Not knowing the final plan on where to meet Lew, if he was to be out here at all, I started to call out for Lew periodically on my FRS two-way radio when I left Trona, just in case he was somewhere around waiting for me to get off work. The FRS was a new purchase specifically for this trip, and it has been a welcome tool since. Lew and I had already agreed on which channel to use for the trip. North winds were brisk leaving Searles Valley and advancing darkness made it colder. The winds died down when I entered Death Valley. Forecasts were calling for decreasing winds for the weekend. The temperature at Stovepipe Wells was a balmy 70º. Climbing out of Death Valley, my high beams suddenly went out, the daylight driving lights on my 1996 Chevrolet S-10 came on. I switched to low beams and they worked just fine. I reached for the headlight switch and found it was very hot. Great! No confirmation, no air in the mattress, no water in the jug. Now this. Topping Daylight Pass, I radioed once again for Lew. And I got an answer. Relief! Lew was waiting for me at the Red Barn in the Bullfrog townsite. He brought his son with him, plus a friend of his son. Though FRS radio manufacturers state that generally a radio range of two miles is maximum, Lew and I were chatting clearly at eight miles distance. Lew and I met at about 7:45 PM, then we drove a couple miles west and found a camp spot atop the Las Vegas & Tonopah Railroad grade. We both set up camp amid the blackness of the night and the chilly northern breeze - Lew and the boys would sleep in Lew’s Jeep Cherokee, myself in the back of my truck. Our vehicles were T-boned into each other on the railroad grade. I blew up my air mattress with my 12-volt compressor with hopes it might hold air at least for the night. I made me a meal of canned chicken, instant split pea soup and instant mashed potatoes with wine - relished while sitting on the tailgate dressed in a hooded sweatshirt with a jacket over it. Lew and the boys had hot dogs. Conversation to the light of several Coleman lanterns ran the gamut from history to finalizing our travel plans to GPS units. Lew showed me the remains of his favorite type of GPS - an old 486 laptop computer running Windows 95 and DeLorme Street Atlas USA, with a Garmin GPS unit plugged in. The CPU on the computer blew that afternoon, so Lew allowed the boys to have fun with the .22 rifle. Lew had picked up the pieces and bagged them for disposal later. It was a chilly night. At 10:50 PM I had enough for the day and turned into my camp within the bed of my truck. I had my oversize bag plus my wife’s sleeping bag opened and laid over mine for extra warmth. I’m glad that I had it. But I had forgotten my pillow. The chilly night and no pillow made for a night of tossing and turning and little sleep.
  9. Hi All, Found this forum this morning (thrilled I did) after checking out some spots I discovered yesterday on a little adventure I treated myself to. I started in Reno (where I live as of recent) and drove out to Battle Mountain. Then took the 50 down to Austin, NV and then back to Reno. They aren't joking when they call it the 'Loneliest Road in America...' Anyway, what I realized was that Nevada is really barren, but when you do find those old towns or buildings, it's such a rewarding feeling. I'm going to try and go for two days next weekend and try to find some abandoned towns like I've seen on this forum. I abide by the phrase "Take only pictures. Leave only footprints." I look forward to sharing my adventures with you all and finding some amazing new places to explore. -letsgetlost
  10. St. Thomas: A high-and-dry ghost town STEVE MARCUS Dean and Edie Hiedeman of Henderson look over the remains of the schoolhouse at the town of St. Thomas in the Lake Mead National Recreation Area Monday, July 22, 2013. The town started as a farming settlement in 1865 but was covered by the rising waters of Lake Mead in the 1930’s after the construction of Hoover Dam. By Matt Hufman (contact) Sunday, Sept. 15, 2013 | 10 a.m. Finding Nevada Population: Today, zero. At its height, 500 — with up to 1,500 in the area. Location: About seven miles southeast of Overton. From Las Vegas, about 65 miles northeast via Interstate 15 and the Valley of Fire Highway. It’s in the Lake Mead National Recreation Area, which requires an entry fee. GPS: 36.466247°, -114.370517° Elevation: 1,166 feet St. Thomas is known for one thing: It was the town that was flooded in 1938 by Hoover Dam. The history is much richer than that, and in recent years, people have been able to explore it. Due to the recent drought, the water that once covered the site — about 60 feet deep — is gone, and you can scramble down to the site and wander among the foundations, cisterns and tamarisk. The story of St. Thomas is, in many ways, the story of Nevada — hearty pioneers came to try to make a living here and when things didn’t work, they moved on. The town was eventually given up for something with better benefits — Hoover Dam. The town was founded by Mormon pioneers in 1865 and named after one of the expedition’s leaders, Thomas Sassen Smith. The group was sent by Brigham Young to grow cotton and open a supply route to Utah via the Colorado River. The pioneers suffered several hardships, heat, malaria-infested mosquitoes and scorpions. They dug miles of irrigation canals but found the cotton didn’t grow well. There were also some conflicts with local Indians. But what pushed the Mormon pioneers out was a tax bill presented by Lincoln County officials after an 1870 survey put St. Thomas in Nevada. Residents thought they were in Utah or Arizona. Nevada didn’t relent on the issue, and Young blessed the group’s return. All but one left. The town was taken over by a variety of settlers, including outlaws and others looking for a remote place to hide out. But Mormons would return to the area and resettle it, trying a variety of crops and taking advantage of its position on the road from Los Angeles to Salt Lake City. It was a stop on what became known as the Arrowhead Trail with a bridge that crossed the Muddy River. Motorists in the early 1900s could cruise through, finding a broad, leafy boulevard with a hotel, cafe and able mechanics. But the bust of nearby mines in the early 1900s hurt the town economically, and then the bridge was destroyed in a fire in the 1920s. With the plans for Hoover Dam taking shape, a new bridge was built to the north, along with the new highway, away from where Lake Mead would take shape. Residents fought the federal government to no avail and complained about what they said was the government’s low payments for their properties. Nearly all of the residents left well before the lake flooded the town, but there were a few people who denied that the lake would rise that high. The last of those was Hugh Lord, who woke to water at the foot of his bed one morning. He gathered his things and before climbing into his rowboat, set fire to his house. Why? The histories don’t say, but it seems like a fitting Nevada way out — one last shake of the fist at the federal government, which might force him out but couldn’t take everything he had. If you go: St. Thomas is on the edge of the Lake Mead National Recreation Area. An entry fee is required. A dirt road leads from just inside the park gate, southeast of the intersection of Valley of Fire Highway and North Lakeshore Road, and goes about 3.5 miles to a parking area. (Bring water, there are no facilities at the trailhead.) A trail descends from the parking area to the valley floor. It’s a little more than a half-mile to the edge of the town site. The loop trail runs about 2.5 miles. The St. Thomas Cemetery, which was moved before the lake was flooded, is off Highway 169 just outside of Overton. It is on the west side of the highway, just north of the Simplot facility. The Lost City Museum, which features artifacts from nearby Anasazi Indian ruins which were flooded by Lake Mead, is north of the cemetery off Highway 169. Remember: It’s against federal law to use a metal detector or take anything. And park staff frowns on climbing on the foundations. (Sorry.) For more: “St. Thomas: A History Uncovered,” by Aaron McArthur, will be published in November. It will be the history of the town, and it focuses on the Mormon roots. The book comes out of work McArthur did for the National Park Service, which then led to a Ph.D. dissertation at UNLV. It’s a solid, well-researched and readable history. Links: The National Park Service’s site is here. http://www.lasvegassun.com/features/finding-nevada/2013/sep/15/st-thomas-high-and-dry-ghost-town/
  11. The Children of Toano, Nevada On the fifth of June 'Neath the cloudless moonlit sky Three children play Shadows cast and stars shine bright As the children of Toano Dance and play till dawn. - Dan Turner, 5/20/02 The small town of Toano, created by the Central Pacific railroad in 1868, and pretty much dead by 1906, has left very little behind to mark it’s previous existence. When the town petered out many of the buildings were removed to the town of Cobre. However, atop of small lonely hill sits a tiny forgotten cemetery, where at least thirty people are purported to be buried. However, only three graves still bear the names of those who rest here, all of them children. The first of the three to find final rest in this rocky plot of land was little Mary Morgan, daughter of David and Olive Morgan. Mary was born December 9th, 1878, and took her last breath on Valentine’s Day, February 14th, 1880. Sadly, no newspaper account of her death seems to exist, which might have provided us with further information. A look at the 1880 census, enumerated four months after Mary’s death, provides us with information, which is misleading, a good example as to why census records cannot be taken completely as truth, nor used as primary source information. Read by someone with little knowledge of common census mistakes, they might be lead to believe that Mary’s mother died soon after she did, as the census shows a household consisting of David Morgan, a widower born in Wales, and his four children, named Agnes, William, David and Olive, all of whom are listed as “single.” However, further research shows that David, Jr. and Olive were NOT brother and sister, but husband and wife, and that this Olive was Mary’s mother. We can only assume that someone other than family members provided this information to the census enumerator. So, after sorting out that mistake I was able to determine that Mary’s parents were David Samuel Morgan, born May 23rd, 1857 at Spanish Fork, Utah, and Olive Matilda Lewis, born January 3rd, 1862 at Henry’s Fork, Wyoming. They were married in the year 1878. Sometime shortly after the death of Mary her parents moved to Idaho. According to the 1900 census for Blackfoot, Idaho we know that Mary’s parents had at least seven other children, with four out of eight children still living at that time. The names of three still alive then were Cora, born in November 1883 at Blackfoot, Idaho, Estella, born February 1886 in Idaho, and Jetta, born November 1888 at Blackfoot, Idaho. In 1907 David was a town commissioner for Blackfoot, precinct 2. Father David died April 23rd, 1928, at Shoshone, Lincoln County, Idaho. Mother Olive died here as well on March 26th, 1940. Below is the grave of Mary Morgan, along with one of the other Toano children, John David Lewis. The next of the three children to die was Willie Schodde. The only information provided for his parents on his gravestone were the initials of H & M Schodde. A search of local records, such as census enumerations, only brought up a William Schodde living in Elko, Nevada. However, after extensive digging I have been able to locate Willie’s parents, who were Henry Schodde and Wilhelmine Henriette (Minnie) Wessel. What helped to obscure the identity of Willie’s parents in the first place was the inaccurate information of other researchers of this line, who have stated that Henry & Minnie had a son named William who was born and died at an unknown date and was buried somewhere in Nebraska. Tracing the information backwards for this Henry reveals that he did indeed live in Toano for three to four years, where he worked as a freighter. This is where he also got his start in the cattle business. It is understandable that earlier researchers lost track of Willie’s last resting place, considering the rather busy life his father lead after landing on American shores. When I started out looking for Willie’s parents there seemed to be little to nothing available that I was beginning to believe that I would have to leave his history in the murky past. However, once I did identify his parents I found so much information that it would take hours to compile all of it. So, here is the short version, with attachments provided to fill out the rest. Henry Schodde was born March 31st, 1836, in Germany. At the age of 18 years old he decided to head for the shores of the United States, where he landed in New Orleans in 1854, where he found employment working on the riverboats plying their trade between New Orleans and St. Louis. Within 8 months Henry would get “itchy feet” and be on the move again. He ended up in Dubuque, Iowa where for about four years he ran a bakery business with partner Tony Faust. It seems that Henry was a wandering type of man for soon after his partnership dissolved with Faust he headed for Fort Benton, Iowa, where he became engaged in running freight between that town and Fort Leavenworth, Kansas. This only lasted a few months before Henry moved again, this time to Corrine, Utah, where he was employed hauling freight between Utah and Montana. It was said that in 1875 Henry had purchased some apples from Brigham Young, which he then freighted to Montana ansd sold for one dollar each. With the building of the railroad to Helena and Butte Henry found that his freighting services through the use of oxen and mules were no longer needed in this area, so he moved yet again, this time to Toano, Nevada, where he hauled freight between that small town and Pioche, Nevada, where he resided for at least four years. Now we come to the part of this family’s history where Willie got lost and earlier researchers jumbled up their facts. At some time Henry left Toano and went to New York, where he boarded a ship and went back to Germany for a visit. While there he met Minnie Wessel, who he would bring back to the United States with him, and marry in Salt Lake City, Utah in 1881. Willie was born April 26th, 1882, probably in Toano, and died five months later, on September 14th, 1882, at Toano. Some accounts state that after marrying in Utah Henry and Minnie moved to Idaho, and at sometime between 1881 and the death of Willie in Toano in 1882 they also managed to be in Nebraska, where it is claimed that Henry hauled freight, participated in fights against the Indians and managed to be shot and wounded by an arrow in Pine Bluff, Arkansas. Nowhere have I found any evidence that they had lived in Nebraska at any time. Willie could have been born in only one of two places, Utah or Nevada. Henry and Minnie moved from Nevada to Idaho, where Henry became a very wealthy, respected and well-known resident until his death on July 13th, 1910. Their daughter Clara was considered to be the first white child born what was still considered “Indian Territory.” Some trivia about Henry Schodde: 1.) He was a hearty fellow. According to a news article, C.C. “Pops” Baker said Schodde was known to drink a quart of beer each day before breakfast. 2.) The Schodde family were the first settlers to homestead on 320 acres on the north side of the river above where Starrh’s Ferry was built. 3.) Schodde constructed 14 waterwheels adjacent to 160 acres of farmland. The wheels, powered by the swift current of the Snake River, were used to irrigate his crops of hay, grain and a family garden, according to a 1955 article in the Minidoka County News. According to the article, his waterwheels were the first in Idaho history and the largest ever constructed for irrigation in the state. 4.) He raised thoroughbred horses and ran thousands of head of cattle on the open range shipping them out to eastern markets from railroad sidings at Kimama and Minidoka. It was reported that he was the largest stock raiser in southern Idaho. 5.) According to Reclamation records, Schodde maintained a private school in a one-room lava building with mud mortar, which served as the family’s first home. When their children finished grade school they attended school at Albion. Minnie and son George visited Nevada in November 1917. Since Henry appeared to have no interests in this state that Minnie needed to attend to, I can only assume that she wished to visit the grave of her son Willie. I have contacted the other researchers of this line and provided them with the information about Willie so that they can now correct their records, and maybe one day pay their own visit to this lonely little grave. The last child of the three to be buried in the Toano cemetery was John David Lewis, born June 15th, 1891, and died December 21st, 1901. His parents were John Gibson Lewis and Margaret Ann Cazier. He had two known siblings, Lloyd, born and died in Utah in 1898 and Wesley, born 1902 in Nevada. A fourth child was also born to this family but so far name and gender is unknown. This child might also rest in the Toano cemetery. John Gibson Lewis was born April 15th, 1856, at Kaysville, Davis County, Utah, to a Mormon family. Some records state that he was born in Wyoming, which is also true, as the area of Utah he was born in is now, in fact, part of Sweetwater County, Wyoming. His father was David Lewis, born in New York, and his mother was Ellen Gibson, a plural wife. John was raised in the household of his father, mother, his father’s first wife Mary Gibson, and the children from that union. Ellen and Mary were sisters, both born in Scotland. At some time John moved to Toano, Nevada, where he married Margaret A, Cazier on January 1st, 1890. Margaret’s family were also Mormons who had moved to the area from Nephi, Utah, where Margaret was born November 9th, 1863, to John Cazier and his plural wife, Angelina Hallowell. Margaret’s father had participated in the Walker War in Utah in 1851, including the battle in Echo Canyon, which was a conflict between the Mormon settles are the Utes. In Toano, John Cazier owned and operated the Toano store and hotel. Angelina Hallowell Cazier died in Toano in 1902 and is buried in one of the unmarked graves in the cemetery. Margaret’s nephew, Henry Hallowell Cazier, son of her brother John Hallowell Cazier, was indicted into the Hall of Great Westerners in 1965, representing the state of Nevada. Some may wonder why Mary Morgan and John David Lewis share a grave plot, considering they died about 20 years apart. Well, the answer to that riddle is this…they were actually related! Mary’s mother, Olive Matilda Lewis, was a daughter of David Lewis and his first wife, Mary Gibson, making Olive a half-sister to John Gibson Lewis, whose mother Ellen was David Lewis’ other, plural wife. @ 2013 Cindy Nunn. All Rights Reserved. David_Morgan_1870_census.pdf David_Morgan_1880_census.pdf Henry_Schodde_cattle.pdf Henry_Schodde_cattle_poisoned.pdf Henry_Schodde_death.pdf Henry_Schodde_death_2.pdf Minnie_visits_Nevada_1917.pdf Schodde_Lawsuit_1912.pdf
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  13. Before we get into any debates that this article might provoke, let me make my position perfectly clear from the outset. I believe that prostitution should be legalized and regulated. Would legalizing it lower the incidents of rape in an area? Well, yes and no. Yes, in one sense, at least for those men who, although not predisposed to committing rape out of anger or hatred towards women, do so when they are out with a woman and felt that sexual overtures were being made or would have been welcomed, by the woman. These men tend to have problems connecting with women in a normal relationship due to a lack of proper male/female socialization. They might have grown up in a dysfunctional environment, or were ostracized and viewed as an outcast in school, making it impossible for them to learn how to interact with peers and the opposite sex. I believe that the easy availability to legal prostitutes would provide a healthy outlet for these men, as well as a positive experience with women and male peers, considering the fact that many legal brothels also provide an area where customers can chat and socialize. This might not be the ideal “bonding” environment for most of society, but for these men it is something that they are desperately in need of in order to feel as if they are a part of society in some way, and provides a sense of spiritual comfort. On the other hand, it will not prevent rapes committed by those men who are rapists due to a disposition for sociopath behavior or arousal through sadistic acts. For them, it is all about finding their target, stalking her, plotting, planning, the hunt, the capture, having full control, and then causing pain, suffering, terror, submission and degradation. Even paying someone who specializes in fetish sexuality, like BDSM, will not suffice for them. To a sociopath, merely acting out the crime is not satisfying enough because they lose that aspect of complete control that they must gain over their victim. The illusion of the act has certain rules and expectations, like the use of “safe” words for when it is time to stop, and time limits based on how much one can afford to spend. Sociopaths do not work within these rules and never will. They are incurable. They are what they are and nothing, short of death, will stop them. I also personally find it offensive to hear these women referred to as “dirty sluts,” “skanks,” “slags,” etcetera, especially by the very men who utilize their services or enjoy looking at nude women in men’s magazines. These women are providing a service that these men obviously wish to use for their own gratification, and they need to better appreciate the fact that not only are these women fellow human beings, but they are also someone else’s daughter, sister, mother, wife or girlfriend. They do this job for many different reasons, from needing money to pay the bills or pay their way through higher education to doing it simply because they like it. A good look at some of the men they have to service should cause some feelings of compassion and respect. Most women would not even entertain the thought of touching these men with a 10-foot pole, a Haz-Mat suit and a gallon of Lysol! These women provide a valuable community service in many beneficial ways, but sadly too many narrow-minded groups and individuals cannot, or will not, view it with a more common sense outlook. Women fear it as something that might threaten their relationships, and religious groups condemn it as a moral outrage against decent society. The irony is this… the very old term of “Get thee to a nunnery!” is actually a command to go work in a brothel. Why, you might ask? Well, because during the Elizabethan era, and probably before, the Catholic Church owned and controlled the houses of prostitution throughout England, making a tidy sum of money for the Pope’s coffers from the “oldest” profession. Those very same upstanding Christians who condemned the profession have also been its biggest promoters. These sanctified “men of the cloth” were only too happy to condemn these women to damnation and the fires of Hell, while using the money the women earned on their backs to pave their own tarnished path to Heaven and glory. Okay, digression over. As I was saying, these women actually provide some valuable benefits to our society and in many ways could do a lot to save a faltering marriage or relationship. Not only do they provide sexual release, but they also serve to act as healing therapists, especially when sexual dysfunction comes (no pun intended!) into the mix. On a very personal level, if my husband were to develop impotency, due to stress, natural aging, or for whatever other reason, I would far prefer to have him seek the services of a professional, legalized prostitute over an unregulated streetwalker or a mistress any day! A streetwalker brings the high risk of violence, arrest and communicable diseases, while a mistress becomes an emotional entanglement with its own set of problems, and is more of a threat to a relationship than a professional prostitute could ever be. The truth is, your husband/significant other could be completely, totally and absolutely in love with you, but boredom and a lack of “spice” or variety can play havoc with his self-esteem and libido. Impotency can lead to serious depression, anger, embarrassment, feelings of lost youth, and is a real ego killer, all of which in the end could toll the death knell to even the strongest relationship. If the temporary services of a legalized and regulated prostitute can help to prevent such heartache I am all for it. For the more curious and adventurous women out there, yes, many of these brothels are “couples” friendly. In the end, we ALL prostitute ourselves in some way, shape, or form, whether it be through marriage, a job or in some other way that helps us to live and survive. The only difference is that these forms of prostitution are socially acceptable and encouraged. This leads me to the history of prostitution in Nevada, which has been a long standing, generally accepted institution in that state, which, I believe, has helped to keep the economy going in those counties, which allow it to continue as a legal and regulated taxpaying business. There are currently eleven counties in Nevada where prostitution is legal, but so far brothels are found in only eight of those counties. One of the oldest brothels still running in Nevada, since the 1860’s, is the Pussycat Ranch, also known as the Pussycat Saloon & Brothel, located in the area known as “The Line” in Winnemucca. “The Line” has been Winnemucca’s red-light district since the 1800’s. However, it gained its nickname as “The Line” back in the 1970’s due to the Pussycat having strict rules governing how many men at a time could be in the brothel, which led to a long line outside of waiting customers. The Pussycat has not changed much since the days when lonely cowboys, fresh off the dusty trail, tethered their horses to the hitching post and wandered in for some feminine comfort. This place is a real authentic piece (again with the unintended pun!) of Old West history that continues to flourish in modern times. The ladies here have modern names like Lindsey and Heather, exotic ones like Essence and Jasmine, and then there is Red Diamonds, conjuring up an image of a real old-fashioned Wild West madam! The address, appropriately enough, is at 139 Baud Street. For those unfamiliar with Old English terms, “baud” or “bawds” were other names for prostitutes. Mona’s, located in Elko, is another hold over from the more wild days of Nevada’s past, which has been in operation since 1902. Interior photos show that the owner has gone to great lengths to give this establishment a touch of old-fashioned brothel decadence and flamboyance. Here you will meet ladies named Marissa, Angelina and Tatiana, just to name a few. Donna’s Ranch, located in Wells, Nevada, is far older than the two listed above, having come into existence back when the transcontinental railroad was first being built through the area. The main purpose of the house was to service the needs of the men working on the railroad. Donna’s has expanded and now has a house under the same name at Battle Mountain, Nevada. These are just a few examples of how Nevada’s early history with prostitution continues to thrive in our time. Collecting “cat house” tokens has become big business for some, with the more historic coins selling for hundreds of dollars. Here is just an example from one site selling these items… http://brothelcollectors.com/cgi-bin/p/awtp-product-category.cgi?d=the-money-company&pc=3084 For those who would like to learn more, from a very human view, Marc McAndrews has written a fascinating book, which includes photos of many of the ladies working in the legal brothels of Nevada. The book is called “Nevada Rose: Inside the American Brothel,” and can be purchased through Amazon at http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1884167152/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=1884167152&linkCode=as2&tag=SLATMAGA-20 . What is your opinion on the legalization and regulation of prostitution? Jump in and share your thoughts. @ 2013 Cindy Nunn. All Rights Reserved.
  14. Ore Deposits of the Silver Peak Quadrangle, Nevada By Josiah Edward Spurr Ore_Deposits_of_the_Silver_Peak_Quadrang.pdf
  15. The ghost town Lundy By Charles Albert Lundy The_ghost_town_Lundy.pdf
  16. Here's another great find in .pdf format. Also pinning. General_history_and_resources_of_Washoe (1).pdf
  17. A history of the Comstock silver lode & mines, Nevada and the great basin A history of the Comstock silver lode & - William Wright.pdf
  18. Cherry Creek is a historic mining town located in northern White Pine County, in northeastern Nevada in the western United States. It is a census county division, with a population at the 2010 census of 72. What is so special about Cherry Creek? Well, other than being one of the best existing "ghost towns" in Nevada, it has a legend that Billy the Kid lived here for many years AFTER he was supposedly killed in New Mexico! http://outbacknevada.com/howh/BillyTheKid.html
  19. There is no question that many people have a passion for visiting old ghost towns, where for a few hours they can imagine themselves living back in the more rustic, untamed time of America’s Old West era. When imagining those who used to walk these dusty old streets we often have romantic visions of dashing desperadoes flamboyant saloon girls, raucous red-light madams and heroic lawmen. This is not surprising since these were the very people who tended to make the most headlines, ensuring that their names and deeds were recorded in the history books for all time. The reality is that most people in these rough and wild mining towns were just like you and me, chasing the dream of a better life, with hopefully more money in the bargain. A very few made millions, most were moderately successful with small businesses or farms, and some never quite managed to earn enough to move from a camp tent to a proper house. There were also those who could have improved their standard of living, but instead chose to squander their gold and silver as soon as they made enough to buy a meal, a few drinks and maybe a bath at the local barbershop / bathhouse. These men considered themselves fortunate, if, after all that, they could afford to pay for some feminine company with one of the many “soiled doves” who flocked to these towns. The gold dust flowed so fast and loose in so many local establishment that even now, after well over 100 years, this dust can still be found settled between the old floorboards of those buildings, which have managed to stay standing through the years. A majority of the population in these towns was composed of regular families, who, just like us, dealt with the daily struggles of raising a family, paying the bills, and surviving. However, as much as we like to idealize and associate these families with the Laura Ingalls Wilder model, the sad truth is that some people, often cut off and living very far away from the normal support network of family and friends, were not cut out for this life and its challenges, which often led to tragic consequences. The family of John W. Day and his wife, Mary A. Newton, are a prime example of how a hopeful dream could become a nightmare. John W. Day was born in England in 1824, but exactly where in England, and when he arrived on American shores, remains an unanswered question. It is quite possible that he first arrived in North America via Canada. What we do know is that sometime before 1861 he arrived in the United States, where he met and married Mary A. Newton of Kalamazoo, Michigan, where they probably married, even though no record of marriage has yet been found. Mary Newton was born in Hartford, Michigan, but grew up in Kalamazoo. Her parents were Alexander Newton and Almira Day, who were married November 2nd, 1835, at Arcadia, Michigan. Alexander was a farmer from Brady Township, and Almira was from Brownson. Mary had two brothers, George and James. A small quip has been found regarding the character of Alexander Newton, made by Mr. Barnum, the town surveyor of Lawrence, Michigan… “Alexander Newton went to Kalamazoo and remained. He lived in a log house that stood upon the site now occupied by the village tavern. Newton was not the most industrious man in the community, and, apropos of his inordinate fondness for lingering within grateful shade on a summer day, it is related that H. P. Barnum once said that he could always tell the time of day by marking Newton's gradual march around a house in the wake of the moving shadow of the building.” Using information provided in the 1860 census for Kalamazoo County, we can determine a number of facts. Mary’s mother Almira was deceased by 1860, when we find Alexander and son George living in the same home, but no mention of daughter Mary or son James. This leads to the assumption that by this time son James had passed away, and Mary had married John Day and moved to California. Considering the fact that John and Mary do not show up on any census records for 1860 we can assume they were on the move and not yet settled. The 1870 census will provide us with the evidence for John and Mary heading first to California before finally settling in Virginia City, Nevada. The 1870 census for Virginia City, Storey County, Nevada, tells us that John W. Day was employed as an Engineer and Machinist. He was enumerated with wife Mary A. daughter Susan, 8 years old, who was born in California in 1862, and daughter Ida, 2 years old, born in Nevada on August 12th, 1869. The family lived at 10 Davis Street, which was located west of the main town, built along the side of the mountain. Davis Street no longer exists, but can be viewed on the 1875 Bird’s Eye View map of Virginia City, located just across from where the Gas Works plant would be built in 1876/1877. In 1872 daughter Nellie was born, expanding the family to five people. Employment at the local mines as an engineer would have brought home a decent wage, allowing John to support his growing family in a modicum of comfort. Virginia City did not forget about the town’s children, making sure to provide adequate education for the growing population. In 1874 John and Mary’s daughter, Susan/Susie, made the honor roll in Miss M.A. Timmons’ class. Then, sometime around late 1876, disaster struck. John found himself unemployed, and the struggle to support his family became a source of despondency and despair. In late June, out of desperation, John forged a note for credit against the account of D.W. Osborn, which he presented to store clerk Dennis Martin at the T.R. McGurn grocery store. It wasn’t long before John’s desperate action was discovered to be a forgery, and on July 3rd, 1877 he was being asked to pay up in order to avoid legal action against him. John promised to pay back the money, and Dennis Martin went to John’s home with him to collect the money, which John claimed his wife would give to him. As Dennis Martin stood outside waiting a gun shot was heard, followed by the sounds of John’s wife and children screaming. Upon investigating it was found that John W. Day had gone out back to the wood shed, where he fatally shot himself in the heart with a Colt Navy Revolver. The entire account can be read in the newspaper article I have attached with this article. As sad and tragic as this event was, life went on. People who lived in the western territories learned to be stoic and strong, since death often occurred swiftly and suddenly. There was no room for weakness in the Wild West mining towns. Later in 1877, in spite of the trauma she must have suffered, John’s daughter Ida made the honor roll as a student in the local school, with Jennie L. Hodgins listed as her teacher. Death was not done with calling at the Day home. In 1878 tragedy again struck, this time with the death of 6 year old Nellie, who was buried near her father in the Silver Terrace Cemetery. The remaining members of the family carried on, but we do not know how Mary was managing to pay the bills and feed her remaining children. All we know is that somehow she managed. Finally, a joyful moment came into their lives on December 24th, 1879, with the marriage of daughter Susan to Alexander Winsmore. The marriage was recorded in the official records thusly: “Virginia city, Nevada, Dec 24, 1879 I do hereby certify that Alexander WINSMORE and Susie DAY were joined in marriage by me in Virginia on the 24th day of December AD 1879 Witness my hand on this the 24th day of December AD 1879 Witnesses: S. Nellis & Mrs. W.C. Gray Signed: W.C. Gray, Minister of the Gospel Recorded Dec 26, 1879, Stephen Wilkin, Recorder” Born on February 23rd, 1848, in Frederica, Kent County, DE, we can imagine that Alex may have appeared as a romantic and heroic figure to young Susan, as he had served in the Civil War as a very young drummer for the Co. K, 2nd Maryland Infantry. He had been a fresh-faced young lad of 13 years when he enlisted in the winter of 1861. His pension records show that during the Civil War he had incurred severe injuries to left side of his head, face and neck. 1880 census shows Mary still living in Virginia City, along with daughters Ida and Susan, and Susan’s husband Alex, who was employed as a carriage painter. They were still residing at 10 Davis Street. In 1884 John and Mary’s daughter Ida married Dr. Sargent A. Chapman, who was a dentist. They, too, settled in and began growing their family in Virginia City. Death came a’ knockin’ again in the year 1892, this time taking Mary A. Newton Day, on April 11th. Her death was widely reported in the Territorial Enterprise newspaper, as you can see from the following… Territorial Enterprise, Virginia City Tuesday April 12, 1892 “In Virginia City April 11 Mrs. Mary A Day, Mother of Mrs. Alexander Winsmore of this city and Mrs. Dr. S.A. Chapman of Candelaria, Nv, a native of Kalamazoo, Mich. Aged 58 years and 6 months. (the funeral will take place from the methodist church on Thursday afternoon at 1 o'clock, friends and acquaintences are respectfully invited to attend]” Also from the Territorial Enterprise, Virginia City Tuesday April 12, 1892 Mrs. Mary A Day Dead “Mrs. Mary A Day, an estimable old lady who had lived in Virginia for a great many years, died at her home in this city yesterday. Her death was caused by diabetes. She had been ailing about a year and a half, but the illness that caused her death was only of 5 days duration. Mrs. Day had a great many friends especially among old residents, who are deeply grieved by her death. She leaves two daughters, Mrs. Alex Winsmore of Virginia and Mrs. Dr. S.A. Chapman of Bishop, Cal. Deceased was a native of Kalamazoo, Michigan, aged 58 years and 7 months. The funeral will take place from the Methodist Church on Thursday afternoon at 1 o'clock.” (NOTE: Virginia City known simply as Virginia in the earlier years.) Territorial Enterprise April 15, 1892 Funeral of Mrs. Day. “The funeral of Mrs. Mary A. Day took place from the Methodist Church yesterday afternoon at 1 o'clock. Funeral services were held by the Rev. E.H. Parkinson over the remains at the church and were listened to by friends and relatives of the deceased. At their conclusion the remains were taken to the cemetery north of town and interred. Quite a large number of freinds of the deceased lady attended the funeral and witnessed the last rites at the grave.” Mary was buried in Silver Terrace Cemetery with husband John and daughter Nellie. The very next year saw the death of daughter Susan Day Winsmore. She died Sept. 22nd 1893. Her death certificate tells us that… “She died in the presence of Husband and Mr J Hill and Members of Pythian Sisters witnesses. Born in California, she died September 22, 1893, age 31, of heart failure. Signed by the undertaker.” In the 1900 census we now find Alexander living alone as a widower, still residing at 10 Davis Street, working as a gold and silver miner. He and Susie had no children. In 1900 John and Mary Day’s daughter Ida and family were also still living in Virginia City. By this time their family had grown considerably as they had the following children: Florence, Allencia, Chester, Walter, unnamed twin boys, and Harold. I have no idea why the 7 year old twins were not named. In the 1910 census Alexander is listed as living between “B” and “C” streets, working as a gold and silver miner. The 1910 census tells us that the twin sons of Ida and Sargent were named Orilu and Ruxton. We see that another child was born to the family between census years, who they named Ida. By this time Ida is widowed and living in Nevada City, California. A search of the mortuary records shows that Sargent Chapman, a dentist of Nevada City, California, died in Virginia City on August 6th, 1908, from an accident caused by morphine. That seems a bit odd to me, and I am inclined to believe that either it was actually a suicide and the doctor hid the fact, or maybe Sargent accidently overdosed due to an addiction to the morphine. One would expect that as an experienced dentist he would be well versed in the use of morphine and proper dosages for medicinal uses. Alexander Winsmore died in Virginia City September 3rd, 1916 at the age of 69 years, 7 months and is buried next to his wife. At the end of his life he was employed as a janitor. Death record states “He had been found dead; died of pneumonia, haemorrhage of lungs in one of the old buildings. Signed, by a Dr. Hodgins. He was buried in the Knights of Pythias Cemetery, Virginia City.” The original grave markers were wooden, with the following carved into it “Susie WINSMORE, wife of A. WINSMORE, 1862-1893.” The newer granite stone had the name WINSMORE carved on one side, and DAY on the other. In 1920 Ida is living in Nevada City, California, in the household of married daughter Florence, who married James Leo Huy. They had two children, Sargent and Ida Huy. We find in the mortuary records that James Leo Huy, insurance agent of Nevada City, California, died in San Francisco in 1924 due to a problem with his left testes. Ida died in Kern County, California in January 1973, age 103 years old! So ends the brave, and often tragic, story of John W. Day and wife Mary A. Newton, early residents of Virginia City, Nevada. @ 2013 Cindy Nunn. All Rights Reserved. Ida_Day_Chapman_1910.pdf Ida_Day_Chapman_1920.pdf John_Day_1.pdf
  20. Date: Saturday, November 21, 1885 Paper: Elko Daily Independent (Elko, NV) Volume: XX Issue: 129 Page: 3 PRONOUNCED INSANE "Silver State - Dr. Hanson yesterday examined J.C. Smyles, who has been confined to the County Jail since last Saturday, and pronounced him insane. He will be taken to the Insane Asylum at Reno to-day. He was a man of considerable more than average education and intellect, and one of the best civil engineers and draughtsmen in the State, but years of dissipation undermined his reason." Note: John C. Smyles was one of the main surveyors of Winnemucca and many other still existing towns in Nevada. Date: Thursday, December 21, 1876 Paper: Territorial Enterprise (Virginia City, NV) Page: 3 MILDLY INSANE "Felix Pasquer, a Frenchman, aged about 40 years, who has been for a long time at work in the Kossuth mine, has been arrested for being crazy. The type of insanity which Pasquer represents is a mild one. He imagines that the public of Silver City are in need of a good restaurant, in which they could procure all the delicacies as well as all the substantials of a first-class living, and that he ought to keep it." Note: Felix Pasquier was born 1834 in France, and had immigrated to California by 1870, where he was living at Eureka in Sierra County. By 1873 he was in Nevada, where we find that on 27 Dec 1873 Felix Pasquier married Jane Merrill in Silver City, Nevada. More on Felix... Date: Sunday, July 1, 1877 Paper: Territorial Enterprise (Virginia City, NV) Page: 3 DIED "Felix Pascoe, who was sent from Silver City to the Woodbridge insane asylum a few months since, died on Monday morning last in that institution. He was a member of Silver City miner's union and leaves a wife in that town."
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