Showing posts with label Towns. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Towns. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 8, 2019

Gothenburg: Mill on Fire

If there is one thing that's always been feared in small farming towns, it's a grain mill fire and explosion. Towns were made of wood...wood buildings and wood roofs, and fires could spread fast and furious, especially when the mill is next to a lumber yard!

With the fire in the mill well underway, townspeople band together to push the wooden railcars down the siding and out of danger. In the distance is another grain mill and elevator: take note of the open window on the top floor: this was where the panaramic photos in our first Gothenburg post were taken.
Nothing can be done to save the mill at this point, but at the far left, the stacks of lumber are being dowsed to keep embers from igniting them.




Across the Lincoln Highway from the mill, townspeople scramble to protect the wooden roofs of nearby buildings, possibly the most important being the Pabst Saloon!


Sunday, January 6, 2019

Gothenburg Panarama

Gothenburg in 1919
Recently, the Archive acquired a large photo album from a flea market dealer; the album had once owned by a family who lived in Gothenburg, Nebraska, and the photos all seem to be dated from 1907-1915. The album itself was in extremely poor condition, with the covers and the binding long gone, meaning it's really just a stack of very tattered and torn pages. Some of the photos had previously been removed (possibly by other buyers at the flea market), and most are just family photos. Some, however, give an amazing insight into this small midwestern farming and railroad town in the early 1900s. Three of the photos show an overview of the town taken from top of one of the grain elevators along the Union Pacific Railroad. A fourth photo, taken at a different time (based on the paper used for the print), appears to show the part of town on the south side of the tracks.

Stitched panarama of three individual photos taken from one of Gothenburg's grain elevators
Google Earth view of the same area today
Gothenburg can trace its origins to 1882 when Swedish immigrant Olof Bergstrom established a homestead in Dawson County. As a land agent for the Union Pacific Railroad, he helped select the town site as a coaling and watering stop for the railroad's steam locomotives, and the railroad laid out the original eight-block street plan in 1884; the town was incorporated a year later. Bergstrom maintained his ties with the Old Country, and a number of other Swedish immigrants followed him and settled in Gothenburg, named after the city in Sweden.

Photo No. 1 in the series looks northwest along the railroad tracks and Lincoln Highway
Avenue G is in the immediate foreground of the above photo, which later would be built as an overpass. Ave. F is just this side of the Pabst Saloon, and Lake Street, the main business street, is just beyond. At the far left is the coaling tower for the Union Pacific locomotives, along with the water spout. The grain mill in the middle distance would later burn, and a series of photos of that catastrophy will be featured in an upcoming post.

Pabst Saloon - a frontal view will be included in an upcoming post. 
Building featuring advertising signs for Tom Keene Cigars and Velvet Tobacco.
One thing that I find fascinating about these three photos is what's not in them: in spite of there being at least two garages in town, there is not a single automobile. There are a few scattered wagons and two steam-powered farm tractors (one with a combine), and in this whole panaramic town view, only five people! (I'll leave it to you the reader to play a bit of Where's Waldo Gothenburgite).
Photo No. 2 in the series
According to the 1919 map at the top of this post, there were two large local landowners with the name Norsworthy, J. E. Norsworthy, and J. H. Norsworthy.


The Blacksmith shop with a sign advertising the Auto Garage "one block south". That would suggest that there were at least two garages in town, as The Auditorium Garage (below) is a couple blocks north of this location.
The Auditorium Garage (the name somewhat mystifies me), significant because in a series of photos we'll feature in an upcoming post, it burns to the ground.
Photo No. 3 in the series
Most of the outhouses in view seem to have his-and-hers stalls

This photo, which appears to show the part of Gothenburg south of the UP tracks, was taken at a different time that the other three, based on the photo paper used. Again, though, no cars nor people can be seen.



Sunday, October 29, 2017

Main Street, White, South Dakota

If there's a place in the mid-west the epitomizes "out in the middle of nowhere", it's the lovely town of White, South Dakota. Stuck over on the eastern-most side of the state, White (today) covers 0.99 square miles with a few houses, several churches, an ag coop and a bustling population of 491 people. It was founded in 1884, and named after W. H. White, the area's first settler.

Our photo is a real-photo postcard (AZO 4-triangles-up, a code on the back meaning that the paper was produced sometime between 1904 and 1918), and someone took the time to note that the it was taken on Hallowe'en. The view is looking east along unpaved Main Street, and not a single automobile is in sight, everything is still horse-drawn.


The oddest part, though, is the large harvester parked on the street.


And hiding in the shadows is an old horse-drawn rake.



Here's a Google Maps view of White....just not much there!


Sunday, September 24, 2017

Main Street, Anytown USA

Once upon a time, an early photographer decided to snap a photo looking down this street. I have no idea why, maybe he just wanted to record a moment in time on an ordinary day. Not an automobile is in site. One can almost imagine that this is a sunny, warm, muggy July day, the sky is blue, the trees are green, it's rained recently and the street is still muddy.

The image in this albumen print has faded drastically, but below an enhanced copy brings out details.


Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Remembering San Francisco's Big Shakeup

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When San Franciscans went to bed on the night of April 17, 1906 (those who did go to bed - sections of the city teamed with life at night), little did they know that over three thousand would be dead in the morning. When the ground began shaking at 5:12 in the morning, the city which had been largely built with brick and wood crumbled. Powerlines came down at the same time as gas mains burst, and with the water mains also severed, fires raged across the city doing even more damage than the shaking ground had.

Then came those trying to control the fires, but dynamiting countless buildings in it path in hopes of cutting fire breaks, when all they did was create large mounds of wood and debris to fuel the flames. In the end, over 80% of the city was destroyed. It was rebuilt, of course, but rebuilt differently, newer, better, and much of what had once been was lost forever. After the Civil War, the San Francisco earthquake and fire were the first major American disaster to come about in the age of photography, and much of the damage was captured on camera, as with these stereo cards.

Wreck of interior of "Emporium" which collapsed after fire. "This confused mass of fallen and shattered steel beams and bare framework from whih the walls have fallen, roofless and wrecked, was once the largest store in San Francisco, a huge department establishment.... The upper stories were used by the State Supreme Court, but now all that remains in the least intact of the once handsome Parrott Building is the stone front on Market Street....

Post Street, once a busy shopping district, now a scene of desolation. "We are still in the heart of the business section, only a block or two from Market Street near the Call and Chronicle Buildings. No attempt has been made to clear away the wreckage in the street. The roadway is filled from curb to tcurb with bricks that have been shaken down, no so much by the earthquake, as by the repeated flames. Then on a level with the curious spectators is a tangled mass of charred wires, sagged down from their supports. These were the danger-points of the disaster and the origin of most of the fires thatj broke out at once, as the electric currents ignited the escaping gas from bursting mains. Post Street...was becoming a favorite retail shopping district, particularly in the vicinity of Union Scquare, a short distance down the street behind us. The skyscraper inthe background was in process of construction at the time of the disaster and was not injured.


Palace Hotel, undamaged by earthquake, interior burned out. "Less than a mile up Market Street from the ferry, we stop to gaze at the empty shells of these great buildings, once the very center of public life of the gay, cosmopolitan San Francisco. Directly in front stands the windowless, floorless Palace Hotel, the largest and most popular in the city. On the night of April 17th it was crowded to the doors with guests...attending the opera season by the Conried Company of New York. All escaped but with enormous loss, and the flames rapidly devoured all but the brick walls. Next above stands the ten-story Monadnock office building, hardly completed at the time of the disaster and but little dmamaged. Beyond that rises the tallest building in San Francisco, the huge Spreckels Building, better known as the Call, from the newspaper whose offices were located in it. This, too, was completely gutted by fire.


Wrecked Hall of Justice, seen from a street in Chinatown. "Chinatown, that mysterious and fascinating quarter of San Francisco, has vanished. No new Chinatown will probably ever present the same weird, Oriental aspect, nor add the hidden mystery of those vast underground burrows, now for the first time laid bare. The district was bounded approximately by Sacramento, Stockton, Pacific nad Kearney Streets, and we are standing in the heart of it on Washington Street, now filled with heaps of bring and iron beams. Down the street stands the Hall of Justice, with the steel frame of its cupola toppled over on the tower. Part of the ruin was caused by the earthquake, but the ragin fire that swept this district cleaned out the interior. The scorched trees on this side of the building are in Portsmouth Square, bounded nearest us by Kearney Street. This was formerly known as the Plaza, and aobut it stood the original little Mexican settlement of Yerba Buena."


Terrible destruction of City Hall (cost $7,000,000), from Market street. "The magnificent and costly City Hall, the pride of San Francisco, stands about a mile and a half from the Bay, in a small triangular park, called Yerba Buena after the original Mexican settlement northeast of Market Street. Its once stately outlines can with difficulty be traced in the sreck, which less than a minute produced. The destruction here was entirely the work of the earthquake. Nothin in all the ruined city shows more vividly the awful force of the earthquake than this shattered building. On this Larkin Street side the walls were thrown down for several hundred feet, filling the street for two blockes with high piles of brick and cement. Only two blocks away on the left, at Van Ness and Golden Gate Avenues, the fire reached its western limit."


Dynamiting dangerous walls on Market Street after the fire. "By April 21st the fire was practically extinguished and the next day the work of clearing up was begun. first of all Market Street was made passable, and for this work citizens of all classes were pressed into service by the military authorities, who were still the supporters of law and order. But when the debris had been cleared, a great danger still remained in the shattered walls, still standing in the most threatening condition. The dynamiting [of the walls] is being done under the direction of the Building Committee, a body of forty citizens appointed by Mayor Schmitz. Several members of the committee are in this automobile, watching the explosion several hundred feet down the street. This work will have to be done all over the burned district, for most of the ruined walls can be handled only in this way."


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Sunday, April 9, 2017

Before Palisade Died

Palisade, Nevada, can't even qualify as a ghost town...there just isn't anything left. The town was built along the route of the Transpacific Railroad, at the east end of Palisade Canyon, and served as an interchange with the Eureka & Paalisade Railroad, and a shipping point serving many local mining and ranching operations.


The 85-mile long, 3-foot narrow-gauge Eureka & Palisade was built between the two townships between 1873 and 1875 in order to connect the silver and lead mines around Eureka with the new Transcontinental Railroad. Like most mining-related narrow-gauge railroads of Nevada, the line's fortunes followed the boom and bust cycle in mining. The road struggled financially, and went through reorganization several times, becoming the Eureka & Palisade Railway, and then Eureka Nevada Railway.

By 1910, mining was on an upswing, and so were the fortunes of the little E&P. Up to 200 tons of ore a day were hauled by the line to Palisade where it was transferred to the Southern Pacific and taken to smelters in Salt Lake City.

The company survived just a bit longer than the Nevada Central, and when it was finally closed in 1938 it was the last narrow-gauge line operating in Nevada. With the railroad's closing, there was no reason for there to be a town at this lonely spot, and it all but disappeared into the weeds.

On the far side of the freight shed can be seen a coach and a couple of locomotives of the narrow-gauge Eureka & Palisade.
One of the original Baldwin 4-4-0 American locomotives from the E&P has survived as the last such wood-burning locomotive in America. It is privately owned by Dan Markoff and is kept in Las Vegas. The locomotive occasionally makes appearances at special events, but this is rare because its boiler is original, and Markoff wants to preserve it that way. Photos from one of those events can be seen here.

Built in 1884, this two-story building served as offices for both the Central Pacific and the Eureka & Palisade/Eureka Nevada
Standard-gauge tracks are on this side of the building, the narrow-gauge tracks are on the far side.

Photos and memories of the town can be seen here.

The site of Palisade, Nevada, as it appears today along the Union Pacific main line.

Sunday, December 4, 2016

Small Town Traffic Jam

Who said traffic jams were just a modern, big-city experience? This sleepy little town seems to have one, too. This is a fairly faded, small image from around the turn of the 20th century, and I've enhanced the contrast and detail a bit to make it more visible.





Any ideas what this sign says?
The actual faded version of this small print