By Salvador Chinky Aguayo Page 22 in Copperfield Remembered by Eldon Bray
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The copper mine that used to be the cause for our existence in the city had growing pains and swallowed up everything within its grasp. Homes, buildings, streets, and all the signs of vibrant life that had kept the mine operating are gone. All that is left is in the minds of thousands of others like myself that remember the wonderful days of living in the melting pot of Races and Nationalities of all descriptions. The cultures of dozens of peoples merging into an army of workers intent on extracting a living—the way of life—from Mother Earth.
Where was my house Page 22 Copperfield Remembered by Eldon Bray
Now just where was it—the place I grew up? Not only was my house gone but the whole neighborhood and even the entire towns were no longer there. I feel like a homeless vagabond with no place to call his own.
Melting pot of Races and Nationalities and cultures
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There used to be a town there,
With trestles, trains and play;
We climbed up to our homes there,
“Till giants moved it away
By Violet Boyce
Brigadoon appears every one hundred years in Old Scotland, as it comes through the mist people are singing and dancing. Our people lived in Bingham a hundred years and disappeared in a cloud of dust and smoke. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could make a deal with God to bring Bingham back like the Scotts did in Brigadoon?
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The Greeks ran herds of goats in the mountains. A pig, a sheep or a goat would be slowly roasting and turning on a spit all day long. Greeks were famous for their cooking and their parties. It paid to have friends in all the camps.
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We lived during the “Great Depression”, and a time of sickness, Dad was out of work for two years. So, we did what we could to have a normal Christmas. Our tree came from forest just back of our house. We made strings out of pop-corn and colored paper, no lights but lots of icicles. These were hard times very few presents but our stockings were filled.
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When we finally moved from Telegraph to West Jordan we were not welcome. I lived there for two years before someone stopped to talk to me, it was Marv Jensen what a wonderful neighbor.
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I kept seeing these ski trails going up Bear Gulch toward Queen and then up the ridge where he had built a ski jump, boy that was neat. A couple of tries showed me that it was just an accident waiting to happen. It was Doctor Frazier preparing himself to go with the Byrd Expedition to the Antarctic. But, how in the world could he go up-hill on a pair of skies? I loved to read about him in the newspaper. Later he was running the Colorado River with Dr. Inglesby and Frank Swain from Bingham.
I seemed like for every occasion or crises new leaders stepped forward to carry the burden, I have always been proud to be a “Binghamite”.