Janie Torres Montoya
By Janie Torres Montoya
When I was in the fourth grade, my Dad bought some cows from Mr. Ivie. Those were happy times for my brother, Manuel and me. It was our job to take the cows up into the hills past the Saddle where there was better grazing . we would take our tortillas , rolled with beans, and we’d pick flowers. We picked prickly pears too, which my mother used to fix for us. They were then, and are now, quite a delicacy.
|This is our after it got burnt.|
|Kids selling ore to toutists|
Dinkeyville is gone but not forgotten. I remember when Chis Bapis used to go early in the morning to git out order so he could deliver it by noon from the Panhellenic. I remember when the mailman used to deliver mail on horseback and sometimes he’d give us a ride. I also remember when Ralph Carter would deliver for the Miner’s Mercantile. I’ll never forget the bunkhouses, Terrace Heights, or Telegraph; and Jap Camp: although if you didn’t live with us in those beautiful long-ago days, you’d never know that’s the way we lived, and loved every minute of it, and made me what I am today.
|Dinkey steam engines with wooden cars|