Showing posts with label Rains. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rains. Show all posts

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Visiting Castle Gate, Utah

Guy Lindsey in Castle Gate
I have had the amazing privilege of reading old letters from my Great Aunt Dora to my grandmother and my great grandparents Will and Ella Sherwood living in Wisconsin. Aunt Dora had married Guy Lindsey almost 105 years ago on February 15, 1912 in Pocatello, Idaho. She wrote to her parents ten days after that:

"I wish you could realize how thoughtful and good my boy is to me in every way. I am sure you will all be happy to know that I am no longer wandering alone in the world but that I can be guarded and cared for.  In spite of my years, Mrs. Cox and the regulars here have always called me their little girl and you have no idea with what interest they have followed the little romance of “love at first sight” which began with the Carlyle Fire Nov. 15 and culminated at the same Carlyle just three months later.  For the short time we have been here we both have so many friends here and those who know us both are so delighted.   At the same time we were able to go out together so little that our friends on the outside were greatly surprised.  I would not recommend that younger persons or those who had seen less of people and the world should be quite so hasty.  As Mrs. Cox said, you are both old enough to know what you want, and any one can see that it was a case of infatuation on both sides.  You who knew the “school marm” so sedate would scarcely recognize the unrestrained, carefree, girlishness of the bride in #22 and perhaps not wonder so much at her being called the “little girl.”
 
At that time Guy was a detective on the trains and spent his work hours protecting trains from attempted robberies or trying to get back things (most likely payrolls) that had been stolen.  Dora had a dream one night that one of the detectives had been shot so she wouldn't let Guy go to work. That day someone did get shot so after that he heeded her intuition.  Being a train detective was not a particularly safe sort of job and so I'm sure she added pressure in general to get out of it all together.

Later Guy wrote to his in-laws that:  "My work isn’t the best in the world as I may be called out at any time and gone for days at a time.  And then there is more or less danger attached to it.  Because I know most every crook and box car robber from coast to coast and they all know me and something may happen some day.  Dora worries so, every time I step out of the house, that I have made up my mind to quit in a very short while."
While the event  of the placard above happened years before Guy started working in Castle Gate, I am sure that the community memory of the event of the visit of Butch Cassidy and friends to Castle Gate continued to make everyone nervous!  So Guy began doing a variety of things to make ends meet for his growing family.  I'm not exactly sure what his jobs were at several of these old ghost towns of Utah, but he and Dora at various times lived in Tucker, Castle Gate, Rains, and Price and maybe at Gillouly and Soldier Summit.  My husband and I took a trip a few years ago to try and find what was left of these little towns.  Tucker was completely gone, buried now  under tons of crushed rock carrying the highway high above where it used to be.  Gillouly is a bend in the road with no sign of prior habitation.  Rains is inaccessible on private land. Guy and Dora's daughter Margaret was born in Tucker.  Francis and Marjorie were born in Castle Gate.  We were happy to see that there was SOME sign of life Castle Gate even if no one actually lived there.  Now (2010 we visited)  it was a coal fired electricity station. 
 
 Recently I came across some photos from Castle Gate that the Lindsey family sent off to their family in Wisconsin.  It is a treat to actually see what Castle Gate looked like at the time.  Captions for each photo are on the back.   If I had these photos when we visited I would have tried to match landmarks and tried to figure out where the miner's houses were. Next trip!
This bit of terrain actually matches up with the photo above! We can picture the rail cars laden with coal laboring their way up the mountains! 
Another train coming through Castle Gate.  I always have feelings of nostalgia when I have occasionally heard a steam train -- an event becoming even more rare as time goes by.
It seems that this bit of terrain would have been easy to match up if we had known -- or had randomly faced the camera in the right direction!  We were told that the miner houses were all moved to Helper, Utah Although there is a blog that appears to be a pretty good description of the terrible mine explosion that took place in 1924. 
 (I'm not advocating hauntings -- but the blog seems to have a good description of the terrifying and sad events.)  Dora and Guy lost at least one family friend in the mine disaster, a  John L Davis, whose family moved to Salt Lake and Dora mentioned getting together with his family in June of 1927. Guy and Dora Lindsey had by that time already moved on to Price before they finally settled in Salt Lake City.
This same winter Dora's parents came out to visit (as they loved to do) and Grandpa Sherwood showed that he was still young at heart!
Little Margaret goes sledding behind their house in Castle Gate..
Castle Gate remains a part of our extended family history.  But Guy and Dora eventually moved on to live out most of their years in Salt Lake City. 

Sunday, May 04, 2014

94 Years Ago at Castle Gate

94 Years ago my Great Uncle George Stevens Sherwood had returned to Wisconsin from WWI and decided to seek his fortune out west where his older half-sister Dora and her husband were living in Utah.  George came west and worked in a variety of interesting places over the next few years including such romantic sounding towns as Winter Quarters, Raines, Castle Gate, Soldier Summit and Helper. The romance ended with the names of the towns, but the mines did provide work provided work for a time.  Just after Christmas of the same year he had come home from war, he penned the following lines to his sister, my grandmother,  Susan, her husband Herman and their son William Philip AKA Billy Phil.   The photo of George Sherwood below was taken in Raines before he left there. 
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Castle Gate, Utah
Dec. 26 – 19

Dear Sister, Brother and Billy Phil,
            We got your Xmas letter and were sure glad to hear from you to know you were all well and that all was going well.  Since I left Raines I have made several attempts to write to but each has been a failure for one reason or another.  I spent the better part of the week with daddy or alone procuring the little Xmas tokens we got for you folks and the few others we graced with more than cards.  I sent Grace a purse, one of those new back handle affairs and Norine a breakfast and boudoir cap.  Mother and I got father a pair of gloves and Father and I got mother a pair of gloves. We got Guy a pair of motor gloves as he drives a company Ford at times, wow.  That about completes the list except for the vacuum cleaner we all got Dora. I got a photograph from Norine, a handkerchief from Guy and Dora, a book from mother  and $20 from mother and dad, and best of all we got a long newsy Xmas letter from Susan and family and I got the letter with insurance dun that you sent to Rains.  I am enclosing a letter I got from Wash and the Dec receipt.  After reading letter you will see its importance so keep safe with regular receipts.  Oh, sister, while we all thank you all for the added joy our share of your gift of money gave us, can’t you realize that the chance to have the folks out here with us and the chance they have to be here is the greatest Xmas gift you could make us.  At what sacrifice you have made this great Xmas possible we can only guess.  We can only say a very heartfelt merry Xmas and Happy, Happy, New Year to the Weber family.  Thank you all many, many times.
            Let us know if the package fails to arrive with everything -- should contain Thermos Bottle, Baby spoon, mittens and jack knife.
            Tell aunty I’ll try to drop her a real letter soon.  I am working on the Tipple here now, spragging[1] and slowing loaded cars.  Pays $5.20 per day for 8 hour hours.  All young fellows work there as you sure have to be up on your toes and watching your step there.
            Well, I tried to step off a few last nite for the first time since leaving home, so I’m too sleepy to make this longer.  Besides, there is really nothing to say.  We sure are having a Gee-lorious time but are getting dead for lack of sleep. 
            The other nite I took Dora, Mother and the kids up to a movie.  Dad felt a little off feed so did not go. I thot I’d surprise Guy as he did not know we were coming but he is sure hard to startle for he only smiled when he saw us come in and came over and sat down with us as tho he expected us all the time.
            Paper is running out so bye by with love to all, a huge hug for W.P.W.  Make him laugh.

            Love again to all,        George
  
The photo above is of Guy Lindsey taken at Castle Gate while they were living there.  The houses are now all gone, moved all together to an area on the edge of Helper.  Today the coal mines are still there in Castle Gate -- creating electricity for the grid and to power electric cars (but I digress).  Castle gate today --

 A vein of coal along the highway
 The train then was the lifeline of these small mining communities. Years before Uncle Guy had been a detective for the railroads and had chased after notorious thieves.  Aunt Dora made him quit because of the danger.
 Castle Gate today producing it's share of the electricity for the energy driven nation.  


[1] http://www.dailyitem.com/sprecken/x1280778439/SPRAGGING-can-save-your-life-Part-1/print Here is a longer description of stopping railroad cars with wood for friction – or digging in your heals in a pinch!  Spragging can save your life!