A BIRDSEYE VIEW
PAST to PRESENT
My old home at the B&G has been torn down from the site of my home for 30 years. I was reminded of the many changes in the Canyon and the mine in the past 50 years.
I was fortunate to have a grandstand view of these changes as well as to be a part of many of them. From our kitchen window at the B&G we were able to view Main Street from end to end as well as the “Hill” as the mine was known then. What an exciting and interesting parade of events it has been.
I watched the transition of the steam shovel and locomotive to the electric giants of the present. The new are more efficient and less noisy, but something went with the steam locomotive. Each engine seemed to have a personality, often matching the engineer who operated it. These engines were thought of and cared for as if they were something that lived and breathed and some even had nicknames, as “Old Fan” Engine 102 on the B&G, cared for like a faithful dog by its colorful engineer, John Brewer.
|Copper Belt Train|
I have seen the “Hill” torn away by the blasting and the power shovels, until now it is the “Pit”, the largest man-made hole in the ground on this earth.
Below our house on the east side of the canyon, and just above the level of the town ran the old Copper Belt Railroad with its clanging shay engines. These engines were gear operated and you could almost walk as fast as they traveled. They were built for steep grades and power and not speed. It was from that kitchen window that my mother watched one of these engines run away from Copperfield and jump the track and crash down into Main Street where the Woodring Building now stands. The engineer and two men sleeping in one of the buildings were killed. The cars that were part of the train tipped over at the rear of the city jail, but fortunately they turned against the hill instead of rolling down on the jail.
|rolled into street|
We watched all of the fires from our vantage point and I little realized that I was to be one day part of the fire department, I so admired as a boy. We could see the men running from up and down the street and pulling the hose cart from No. 1 Station.
From our lookout we watched the spectacular fires in the upper end of Main street. In July 1912 there was a big fire near 570 Main with damage of $30,000 and in September 1918 the Red Light district was wiped out in a $200,000 blaze that took all the shacks and shanties that covered the hill between Carr Fork and Main Street and extended almost to the old machine shop. Later part of this area was the site of the homes built by the Utah Copper for its foremen, and called Copper Heights. Other names given this area were Brainless Heights, Poverty Flat and a few names it is better not to mention.
In 1924 we watched the disastrous fire at the Bourgard Butcher Shop that destroyed so much property and took the lives of two men, and for a time threatened the entire upper part of town. You could feel the heat of that fire on our back porch.
In 1925 and again in 1927 fires of about $100,00 damage each were on display from our vantage point in the same area, 528 Main and 560 Main.
|parked at Carr Fork Shop|
During World War 1, I watched workmen stretch a cable across the canyon near the Bingham Merc. corner and hang a huge American Flag from this cable and this flag hung there until the end of the war.
Those were momentous and thrilling days to have a birds eye view was a privilege I am grateful for.
THE BINGHAM & GARFIELD RAILROAD
By John J. Creedon
By John J. Creedon
Most of the perishable food came in on the baggage cars of the trains, the ice cream in the large containers packed in ice, the frozen fish in long wooden boxes also packed in ice and the big baskets of bread were daily items unloaded form the express car. The fresh meat that was not furnished by local slaughter house would be on the baggage car too.
The express and mail would be loaded on a large four wheeled cart and taken over to the tram and loaded in. At the foot of the tram was the American Express office and most of the load was put in this office. The balance, including the mail would be loaded on by the local drag wagons and delivered to its destination.
The trip from Salt Lake City to Bingham over the B&G was advertised extensively, with flowery language describing the exciting route and the breathtaking engineering feats that made the railroad feasible. Thirty miles that took you from the heart of Salt Lake City, past the fun spot of Utah, Saltair. Next was the big smelter at Garfield and the mills at Arthur and Magna. Then along the foot of the rugged Oquirrh Mountains through deep cuts and gorges and crossing Dry Fork Gulch on a horseshoe bridge over 200 feet high. Then into a series of four tunnels and finally emerging out of the last tunnel onto another 200 foot high bridge spanning Markham Gulch and you were in the greatest copper mining camp in the world.
I acquired my love for the railroad and the men and engines connected with it, at an early age, for my first thirty-five years in this world was spent in section houses along the right-of-way. I never tired of hearing the old “Rails” tell their stories of big wrecks and snow slides and tales of heroism by the men and women who made the trains move.
|Carr Fork Bridge|
Today the depot is not crowded very often, as there are not as many trains running as when I was a boy, but look up at the vaulted ceiling and along the walls at the beautiful murals that depict the entire story of the winning of the West.
There you will see the huge mural of the Golden Spike Ceremony at Promontory Point when the two great railroads, Union Pacific and Central Pacific were joined and the East and the West were united by band of steel. Governor Leland Stanford is there, and Brigham Young and General Dodge and scores of the little men, the Irish and the Chinese who laid the rails.
In other murals you see the covered wagons and the hardy pioneers trekking their way across the prairies. You will see the Indian and the buffalo. The West is all there. Pause a few moments and try to see it through the eyes of a small boy, and you will experience a feeling of gratitude and deep respect for their deeds.