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  1. 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
  2. This is a place I have been eyeing for a long time, and I finally made it out there. This is only one episode and I imagine I will have about 5 or 6 episodes in total. We spent the entire day out at this place, and it still wasn't enough time to see everything. We only left because our stomachs were letting us know that we needed some food. The first part isn't overly exciting, but I really didn't expect to find a swimming pool and a kids playground! The lack of vandalism was also amazing! The kids playground is nearly in perfect shape, and I am betting the local residents actually built it themselves out of whatever they had sitting around at the time! I edited this video a little differently, so please let me know what you think about it.
  3. We found this place about two weeks ago, great site. I am not sure if the roads will still be passable as the area seemed to get some serious rain since we been there, but the road is fairly maintained up to the gate. At the gate, you have to hike about a mile, which isn't bad, but it's very steep terrain. We came around a corner and caught a glimpse of the massive operation. It was completely unexpected as we were really in the middle of nowhere. We did see an old outhouse and a few abandoned miners cabins on the way up. As we approached the stairs, we had to deliberate on whether to trust the stairs. They were solid up top, but were a little sketchy at the bottom. A video will be posted soon. Anyway, due to the amount of metal at this site, I will only reveal its location to Established Members who are interested in checking it out. I would hate to see this place ransacked by metal scrappers. This place was a really cool find. Street lamps, and a processing system with conveyor belts, classifiers, and much more. It looks like all you would need to do is hit the power button and you would be back in business! Anyone know what this place is called? The lack of vandalism was really unexpected. A look back up the stairs we just came down. We took a wrong turn and ended up at the top of the stairs! Coming down these stairs is a little sketchy as they are not attached at the bottom and are free floating. I am going to start bringing a drill, screws, nails, and hammer when I check these places out. It would be nice to try and help preserve these locations as much as possible.
  4. We headed out on a loop from Wild Horse Reservoir to Jarbidge to Charleston. The ride is an amazing ride which I will add photos later, and we came across 6 rattlesnakes, 2 gopher snakes, 1 rubber boa, and 1 garter snake. The scenery on this trip was amazing, but I found Jarbidge to be less then impressive and it reminded me a lot of the small California towns in the Santa Cruz area. Anyway, we continued on from Jarbidge to Charleston, which I found is much different than the Charleston I see posted on many other websites. There was a sign outside of Charleston which identified it as Charleston, and of course I forgot to take a photograph of the sign, but we did go inside the old series of houses which were interconnected, or maybe it was one huge mansion. The house or series of houses were pretty amazing, built over a stream. You have to cross a wooden bridge to enter the house, and by the looks of the house, it was squatted in for a while before being abandoned again. Outside the house, it said "Gate Open, Inquire Within", but when we got up to the door, nobody was there. I called out a few times to make sure we the place was abandoned, and once we verified it was abandoned we started exploring the area. There was a table set for four, but you could tell by the dust, it had been set for a long time. We didn't disturb anything and left the place just like it was when we entered. There were no no-trespassing signs and nothing outside. In addition, the front door was ajar when we arrived. We took only photographs and left only footprints. Magazines were strewn about in strange locations, a bed and entire room was covered with wallpaper, with a bathtub at the foot of the bed. A cooler with what appeared to be dried blood was in the home, probably blood left over from a fish or other animal the squatter had killed. Overall, there was a ton of interesting stuff to see here, but we had to be very careful due to the amount of snakes. I have never seen so many snakes on a single drive before, and most of the rattle snakes didn't even have a single button yet. I will create a new gallery for the drive we made. I will attach my gallery of the area instead of posting individual photos since some people have a hard time downloading them on slower connections. This is the type of area I look for when exploring. This made the entire trip worth the gas money.
  5. The People of Seven Troughs & Mazuma Thanks to recent postings by our members, we have gained a lot of valuable information about the towns of Seven Troughs and Mazuma. We have learned about the devastating flood of 1912 that raged through the canyons, wiping out structures and taking a number of lives with it, as well as explored the small cemeteries that mark the landscape with many unmarked graves. Now, we are going to uncover the stories behind some of those who lived in these towns, those who brought life and personality to the dusty streets and desert beaten buildings and homes. As a note of reference, the remains of the flood victims were taken to the funeral parlors of Groesbeck and O'Brien in Mazuma. Below is an account given by P.E. Groesbeck, undertaker… MAZUMA DEATH LIST FIXED AT 9 PERSONS AND LOSS $100,000. BRING REMAINS OF VICTIMS TO THIS CITY. ONE CHILD IS STILL AMONG THE MISSING. P. E. GROESBECK RETURNS FROM SCENE OF TRAGEDY AND GIVES DETAILS OF DISASTER. “Lovelock, July 20. -- The list of dead in the Mazuma disaster still remains at nine persons and nine were injured. Additional details fix the approximate loss due to the flood at about $100,000. P. E. Groesbeck of the undertaking firm of Groesbeck and O'Brien of this city returned from the scene of the flood-stricken Mazuma district this morning. "I reached Lovelock about 3 o'clock Friday morning in response to a call sent out from that place. I found no automobiles or other conveyances awaiting, and, known that the services of an undertaker would be one of the crying necessities of the hour, proceeded toward Mazuma on foot. The first automobile which I found returning from Mazuma I stopped and, explaining the situation to the driver, he consented to take me back." "We got into Mazuma about 8 o'clock Friday morning, accompanied by a nurse and my assistant, a Mr. Bird of the Coalition Mining company. I met the officials of the mining companies, who in turn took me to the building where the remains of MRS.RUDDELL, MRS. FONCANNON, MICHAEL WHALEN, the youngest KEHOE boy and the 6-year-old son of MR. GILLESPIE of the Mazuma Hills Mining company had been placed." "The condition of all these bodies was terrible to behold. They were bruised from head to foot and were almost completely beyond recognition. The bodies were entirely denuded when found. They were covered with debris, dirt and sand. some of the bodies, were picked up several miles from the place of residence." "Many of the escapes from death were miraculous. The flood apparently came without warning and swept down on the victims in a moment. Many of the survivors had to be held back from rushing into the flood in an effort to rescue minor effects." "MICHAEL KEHOE had just retired when the flood struck the building. He jumped from his bed and ran to the door. He saw the body of the smallest KEHOE boy float by him on the crest of the flood and lost his life trying to save the lad." "The entire town, with the exception of one or two buildings located high on the hill, was wiped out. The Coalition Mining company lost nearly its entire plant and its big vault where in the neighborhood of $20,000 worth of bullion was stored. The bullion was all lost." "One of the KEHOE children still is missing. There is no doubt but what the unfortunate child is dead. The remains are either covered with debris or have been buried in the mud." "The remains of MRS. RUDDELL and MRS. FONCANNON were brought to Reno this morning and will not be disposed of until instructions are received from relatives. The remains of WHALEN will be brought to Reno to await the coming of his mother, who has started from his home in Illinois to take charge of them." "The property loss is estimated in the neighborhood of $100,000." Casualties as known: GEORGE S. KEHOE, aged 4 years old. JAMES C. KEHOE, aged 6 years old. RONALD M. KEHOE, aged 1 1/2 years old. JULIA FONCANNON, wife of Floyd. PERRV GILLESPIE, son of Matthew, 10 years old. MRS. KEHOE, wife of William. MRS. McCLEAN, wife of Alex. MARGARET O'HANLON, wife of Steve. MAUDE EDNA RUDDELL, aged 33 years. JOHN TRENCHARD. MICHAEL WHALEN, aged 45 years. Reno Evening Gazette Nevada 1912-07-20” Now on to those who lived, worked and died in the towns of Seven Troughs and Mazuma. Matthew M. Gillespie, born January 25th, 1875 and Sara Mayne Heron, born circa 1884, were immigrants from Northern Ireland. The maiden name of Matthew’s mother was Burns. Arriving first in Canada in 1905, where son Thomas Perry Gillespie was born in May 1906, they soon made their way down to Oakland, Alameda County, California, where son Richard H. was born May 15th, 1909. The 1910 census enumerates this family as living in Berkeley, Alameda County, California. The household consists of Matthew, wife Sara, and sons Thomas and Richard. Matthew’s occupation is listed as manager for a mining company, and at this time he and Sarah had been married for a period of four years. In 1911 the family moved to Mazuma, Nevada, but by 1912 were planning to move back to Oakland, California. On July 18th, 1912 a flash flood tore through the towns of Seven Troughs and Mazuma, washing away buildings and humans alike. Thomas Gillespie, just 6 years old, was one of the victims who drowned in the flood. The family had his body sent to Oakland, California, where he lies buried in the Mountain View Cemetery. A newspaper article in the Bridgeton Evening News (Bridgeton, NJ), July 20th, 1912, provides us with further information… “While saving his wife, Dr. Gillespie, the superintendent of the Daily Mining Reduction Works at Mazuma, was compelled to see his oldest son drown. If he had let go his wife to save the son the wife would have drowned, and although the mother tried to prevail upon the physician to let her drown in order that her boy might live, the husband clung to his wife and finally got her out of danger,” One can only imagine with horror and compassion the trauma and long lasting after-affects of this incident in the life of this family. No other children were born to this family, even though both Matthew and Sara were still young enough, which makes me wonder about how the dynamics in their relationship may have changed after the death of young Thomas. In 1920 the family are living back in Oakland, California, with the household consisting of Matthew, Sara and son Richard. By this time Matthew was working as an importer. The 1930 census for Oakland shows the same information. In 1935 Matthew and Sara were living in Berkeley, California, and by 1940 they had moved to Contra Costa, California. Matthew Gillespie was naturalized as an American citizen in 1944. Sara Mayne Heron Gillespie was naturalized in 1948. Matthew died in Alameda County, California on May 17th, 1949. So far no record of death has been found for Sara or son Richard. John S. Keheo, born in Illinois on December 26th, 1864 and Mary “Mamie” J. Lewis, born in Colorado on December 2nd, 1884. A record of marriage, conducted in Cripple Creek, Colorado, states that John Kehoe (NOT Keheo!) married Mamie Lewis on November 27th, 1901. Known children were Lewis, born 1904 in Colorado, Cletus, born 1906 in Colorado, George, born 1908 in Nevada, and Ronald, born 1910 in Nevada, John M. born 1914 in Nevada, and Baby Keheo, born and died 1916 in Nevada. The 1910 census for Lassen, California enumerates the family, consisting of John, Mamie, Lewis, Cletus and George. Son Ronald would be born in 1910, after the enumeration of the census. In 1912 the family were living in Mazuma, Nevada, and were unfortunate enough to be in the path of the flood of July 18th. For the Kehoe family the losses would be extremely tragic. Three of their sons, Cletus, George and Ronald, would be swept away and drowned, along with their friend Thomas Gillespie, who had been visiting with them at the time. Mother Mamie was also feared to be dead, but was found alive. Unsurprisingly, the family left the Seven Troughs / Mazuma area, moving roughly 27 miles away to Lovelock, Nevada, where son John was born in 1914. In 1916 another child was born, who died so soon after birth that the little one was buried without a name. In the 1920 census enumeration for Lovelock, Nevada the family are recorded under the misspelling of Kehab, instead of Kehoe or Keheo. The members in the household are John, Mamie, Lewis and Jack (John, Jr.). In 1930 John is enumerated at a different address from his wife and son, possibly because he was living away from home for employment reasons. His wife and son are recorded under the misspelling of Mamie and John Kehoa. Both John and Mamie state that they are married. Son Lewis is listed as living in Reno, Nevada, lodging with the family of Victor Spencer. His first name is spelled as Louis. Lewis married Florence Brown in 1935. In 1940 Mamie is enumerated in Lovelock, Nevada with son John, Jr and mother Mary O’Hanley. Mamie states that she is divorced. Ex-husband John is listed at a different address, where he is working as a ranch hand. He makes the declaration that he is still married. I think this gives us a good idea regarding which of the two wanted the divorce. Son Lewis is enumerated in Lovelock, living with wife Florence and sons John and William. John died November 5th, 1956, and is buried in the Lone Mountain Cemetery in Lovelock. Mamie died in April 30th 1974 in Solano, California, and is buried in Lone Mountain Cemetery in Lovelock, Nevada. Son Lewis died at Vallejo, Solano, California on September 15th, 1980. Son John disappears from the records after the 1940 census. John Trenchard, one of those who was in the flood at Mazuma, and died 17 hours later, was born August 18th, 1858, at Fairton, Cumberland County, New Jersey. His parents were Theophilus Trenchard and Sarah. John married Ida Mayhew, daughter of Daniel & Caroline (ALLEN) Mayhew, and sometime in 1899, after the birth of son John, they moved West with their family. An article in the Bridgeton Evening News (Bridgeton, NJ), dated August 26th, 1899, tells us that John and family were living in Colorado, where John suffered losses to his furniture business in the Great Fire of Victor, Colorado. They do not appear in the 1900 census, which leads me to believe that they were again on the move at that time. They eventually settled in Los Angeles, California, where they were enumerated in the 1910 census, along with children Caroline, Sarah and John. Not listed was daughter Catherine, who was an adult and lived elsewhere. In 1910 John was also enumerated in Mazuma, where he was conducting business as a merchant. By 1912 the family would be living at Mazuma. After the flood a number of news reports were sent by telegram to their family members back in New Jersey and reported in the local newspapers. Wife Ida lived until after 1940, as she was enumerated in the 1940 census for San Mateo, California. Maude Edna Ruddell was a sister of Mrs. Reese, who was married to Dr. Reese. It has been reported that both Dr. and Mrs. Reese and their five children were killed in the flood. The newspapers of the time reported that Maude was a native of Canada, but according to her great-grandson, Tim Ruddell, she was born in Indiana. Another fallacy is that she is one of the victims buried in the little cemetery at Seven Troughs. Again, great-grandson Tim corrects this erroneous information and informs us that she is actually buried in an unmarked grave at Mountain View Cemetery in Reno, Nevada. Maude was born as Maude Edna Buckles in South Bend, Indiana in 1879, a daughter of Francis Marion Buckles and Minnie Whiteman. Reno Evening Gazette July 25, 1912 Page Three MAZUMA POSTMISTRESS FUNERAL HELD TODAY “Sad and impressive were the services held this morning over the remains of Miss Maude Edna Ruddell whose funeral took place from the mortuary parlors of Groesbeck & O'Brien on West Second Street. The deceased was postmistress at Mazuma and she was one of the victims of the disastrous flood there, which carried nine people to their deaths. Miss Ruddell was aged 33 years. Rev. Samuel Unsworth officiated at the funeral. The interment took place in Mountain View Cemetery.” TO BE CONTINUED! @ 2013 Cindy Nunn. 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  6. We decided to head up to Star City to see what was left, and all we could find is a bunch of old rock ruins of a once bustling mining camp. Here is the main site: ?do=embed' frameborder='0' data-embedContent> ?do=embed' frameborder='0' data-embedContent> 11 images 0 comments I wanted to hike up the road a bit to where these two tall trees are standing just over the ridge. They scream old home site, at least to me, but with the temps nearing 103 degrees, nobody in the car was up for the hike!
  7. 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/
  8. Aurora Nevada Ghost Town   The West has always fascinated many people, especially me and I, as an avid wonderer, have indulged in many trips across the ruined cities and towns around the world. But, the Ghost towns of Nevada in US have always charmed me to no limits. Aurora is one town that gives me the creeps whenever I have had the opportunity to visit it and till to this day, it creates ripples within me.   With a settlement of 10,000 inhabitants, and over 100 houses and saloons, the Ghost Town of Aurora was a bustling place that was also the Mecca of many a killings and uprisings.  The whole town was the centre of a public hanging that was carried out by the citizens to punish Jack McDowell, a man who owned a saloon here.   With a rich historical past that is dipped in bloody fights and killings, Aurora is every adventurist’s dream venue! There are many attractions that would be of importance to anyone that loves eerie places and the high adraleline rush that comes along when visiting the deserted gallows and streets. Particular mention has to be made of a cemetery that could very well become the next hub for shooting horror movies! The town of Aurora is situated southwest of Hawthorne and was a mining town. There are ruined buildings that hint visitors of the turmoil that this city underwent.  From being the hub of gold production, the town has now become a ruined city that has enough to offer travelers like seclusion and calmness that have become necessities in today’s busy times. For most of us who are always on the go, visiting such places give us the chance to spend some quality time , soaking in the warmth and solitude that are absent in our daily chaotic lives.   When I visited Aurora, the first thing that captured my attention were the two cemeteries that are simply mind blowing and need to be seen at least once when anyone visits this ghost town. Though, you may have seen many before, yet, there is something spectacular about these that hold your attention. Yes, there are many unusual headstones that are quite different and seldom do you get to see such creations that are marvelous to look at.  Noted among these is the headstone of a criminal named William E. Carder that remains in a dilapidated condition. Many attempts were made to steal the headstone and what lies today is the ruin that has omitted much of its beauty and significance. Apart from these two cemeteries, there are buildings as I have mentioned above and are truly worth a watch.   Once a vibrant town, Aurora has now become a ruined city that offers nothing more than just dilapidated buildings and streets. However, the roads are now quite accessible and one can reach this ghost town by any mode of transport. It was once very difficult to reach but now it is navigational.   Tourists can visit a number of camping sites that offer many adventure sports. Also, there is Aurora crater that can be visited. The lodges are pretty simple and offer a tasty spread of food that suit all budgets.   One has to be here to experience nature at its best. A visit to this ghost town and you get to see a different side of America that is a far cry from the modern day hoopla that surrounds the country. Aurora is an enigma waiting to be explored. Be there soon!   © Copyright Explore Forums All Rights Reserved
  9. 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
  10. http://archive.org/details/Gould_can_5483_8_Kinograms_Newsreel
  11. 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.
  12. The History of Winnemucca By J.P. Marden Winnemucca_Marden.pdf
  13. Star City, Nevada Founded in 1861, the former boom town of Star City, Nevada is located roughly 172 miles west of Elko, and 124 miles north east of Reno. During its height the town was home to about 1200 people, with the Sheba mine being a main employer. In 1868, almost overnight, the population plummeted. It has been claimed that by 1871 only 78 people remained, but a review of the 1870 census shows less than 40 people. By 1880m it doesn’t even appear in the census enumeration, and many of its former residents have moved on to Dun Glen, Humboldt House and Mill City. Today, the town consists of the crumbling foundations of former buildings and rusty old mining and milling equipment. The newspapers of the day do not provide us with a whole lot about the people of the area, but a few interesting stories found their way into print. At some point before September 1863 the town of Star City was almost completely abandoned, except for the few who could not leave due to some sort of illness. One news account by an observer tells us… “Business and heavy interests forced me to leave the prosperous mining localities of Lander County, to find at Star City a deserted village. The few persons who remain are laid down with mountain fever or eryalpelas, while some are “sick nigh unto death,” others have “shuffled off the mortal coil” and lie unheeded and unknown at the mouth of the canyon.” Eryalpelas is most likely what we know as Ehrlichiosis. Mountain fever, of course, is Rocky Mountain spotted fever. In November of 1874 the little town enjoyed some tongue-wagging scandal when Elizabeth, the 17 year old daughter of James Hendra, Superintendent of the De Soto mine, eloped in the middle of the night with local miner John Floyd. They ran to Rye Patch where their marriage was duly recorded. Apparently Elizabeth Hendra was quite a popular young lady with the local bachelors, and they did not take the news of her hasty marriage very well. We can read all about it from an article printed in the Winnemucca Silver State news, November 19th, 1874… A RUNAWAY MATCH The Fair One Elopes while the Old Folks Slumber “Star City is a quiet little mining camp situated half-way between Mill City and Unionville. It boasts of the Sheba, De Soto, and other mines, Krom Concentrating Works, and the prettiest Cornish girl in the State of Nevada. The beauty’s father is Superintendent of the De Soto mine, and many a sturdy miner in his employ has been captivated by the handsome ways of the blooming daughter. A Glance From Her Sparkling Eye Cheered the miner on his way to the lower levels of the mines, and revived his drooping spirits as he returned to his lonely cabin in the evening. She stood matchless and unrivaled the Belle of Star City, the pride and joy of her parents and the idol of the village. Suitors for her heart and hand from Dun Glen and Unionville and the surrounding country generally frequently visited Star City upon one pretext or another. She had a kind word and a pleasing smile for all, but expressed no preference for any. Finally a young Cornish miner sought and obtained employment in Star District. He met the fair maiden, and laying siege to the citadel of her affections, She Surrendered Unconditionally, Not yet eighteen, the stern parents refused consent to her marriage with the man of her choice; but love laughs at such obstacles, and last night when the parents were wrapped in the arms of Morpheus, everything having been pre-arranged with her lover, the damsel arose from her couch, and under cover of night, hastened to Mill City with her lover, from which point they hied to Rye Patch on the 3 o’clock freight train, and at last accounts were legally united in the bonds of wedlock by Justice John Codey of that place. This morning the parents arose, not dreaming of what had transpired during the night, and were astonished at the absence of the daughter. They sought her in every conceivable place in the village, the mother broken-hearted, crying “My daughter, oh my daughter!” But of course, their search was in vain. At last the absence of the young man was noticed, when the truth flashed upon the minds of all engaged in the search. Then there was mounting in hot haste, the steed, and the miners, many of whom Mourned The Loss Of The Fair One Almost as deeply as her parents, rode and ran in every direction. Upon arriving at Mill City they were informed that John Floyd and Miss Hendra of Star had arrived and left during the night, and had been made husband and wife by a Justice of the Peace at Rye Patch. The parents, as is always the case in such matters, will forgive, but the young lady’s many admirers are disconsolate and refuse to be comforted. Star City mines and $4 a day have no longer any attractions for them, and several of them are preparing to migrate to Panamint.” John was born in England on February 4th, 1842, most likely in Cornwall. He died November 11th, 1891, and is buried in the Winnemucca Cemetery. Elizabeth was born 1857 in Cornwall, England. She was Naturalized in 1874 at Rye Patch, Nevada, residing in Happy Creek, where son John T. Floyd was most likely born. She registered to vote in Ames, Nevada 16 Oct 1926 Reg. no. 5825, age 67, Height 5 foot 1 1/2 inch. She registered as an independent, occupation is listed as rancher. She was owner of the EF cattle brand until her death. She died in 1933 and is buried in Winnemucca Cemetery. John & Elizabeth, with son John, lived in Grass Valley, Nevada in 1880. After the 1880 census they also had daughters named Beatrice, Dolly, Jane, Mabel and Maude. Elizabeth Hendra Floyd ran cattle South of Winnemucca on the Dolly Hayden Ranch, which belonged to her daughter Dolly and her husband Nelson Hayden. Daughter’s Mabel and Maude married brothers, William and Alta DeLong. Beatrice married John R. Nelson. Son John T. Floyd appears to have disappeared from the records very early, so we can assume that he died as an infant or young man. One amusing story that made the rounds in newspapers throughout the United States for a number of years between 1867 to the 1870’s, may or may not have been a factual account. DIDN’T ENJOY HERSELF AS USUAL “As an original expression of heavy grief we doubt if anything more touching has been read than the following of a crushed heart, in Star City, Nevada. Mrs E.___ of that place, an eccentric old lady recently rushed into the room of a relative, and without waiting for the usual salutation, said… “Well! John’s dead!” “Dead! Is it possible?” “Yes dead! Died last night! I want you all to come to the funeral. The Masons and Odd Fellows are going to turn out, and we shall have a beautiful time.” Death being of rare occurrence in the settlement, of course every body went to the funeral. Next day, somebody remarked to the old lady that there was a large turnout. “Yes indeed, there was,” she replied, “but I didn’t enjoy myself as well as I have at some funerals, the horses cut up so.” There has for many years been a rumor of a “lost treasure” of $30,000 buried somewhere near Star City, Nevada. The main participants in this story, as named in the passed down tale, were a Frenchman named Pierre Bordreaux, Oscar Sathers, Oscar’s daughter Harriet, who supposedly married Pierre, and a man named Clyde Tarpy. The rumor has it that Pierre opened a restaurant in Star City sometime around 1863. About a year later Oscar Sathers, along with his wife and daughter Harriet, arrived in Star City, where Oscar was employed as Superintendent of one of the mines. His daughter soon fell in love with Pierre, and they married. Pierre divided his savings between two banks, but nosey Clyde Tarpy, a local rogue, began to investigate Pierre’s accounts and believed that Pierre had more money hidden somewhere. He confronted Pierre in his restaurant kitchen, Pierre burned him with a pan of hot food, and Clyde shot Pierre in the chest. Pierre died before he could tell his wife where the hidden cache was located. It is claimed that for years Harriet and her father, as well as other people, tried to locate the hidden loot. Okay, nice story, but unfortunately I cannot find anything to verify that it is a true account. None of the people mentioned ever existed. They do not show up in any birth, marriage, death, land, or census records. No newspaper article mentions even one of them. So, either the story is a complete fabrication, or somewhere down the line the real names of all the main players have been changed. The only mention I can find of a restaurant during this time frame was the Martin Hotel & Restaurant, owned by George Martin. @ 2013 Cindy Nunn. All Rights Reserved. STAR_CITY_Floyd_and_Hendra.pdf
  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. Laws of the Territory of Nevada Laws_of_the_Territory_of_Nevada_Passed_a.pdf
  17. Here's another great find in .pdf format. Also pinning. General_history_and_resources_of_Washoe (1).pdf
  18. Nevada Historical Society Papers Nevada_Historical_Society_Papers.pdf
  19. A history of the Comstock silver lode & mines, Nevada and the great basin A history of the Comstock silver lode & - William Wright.pdf
  20. 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
  21. 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
  22. Nevada Legislators Considers Two New Firearm Taxes!   Yet in another attempt to copy California, the Nevada Legislator considers two new taxes on firearms and ammo. AB234 would tack on a $25 tax for every firearm purchased and another $.02 on every round of ammunition! But wait, this is not the most significant part of AB234.   Although the bill does not require background checks for private firearm sales, it would make the seller liable if they do not perform a background check and the firearm is used to commit a crime or causes harm! It also makes the possession of armor piercing bullets illegal!    
  23. 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."
  24. Thought I would share this for those interested in purported haunts around Nevada..... http://www.hauntednevada.com/
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