Life in a
By Eugene Halverson
A child’s view of Winter Quarters
Ella Nielson said, Winter Quarters was like Yellowstone Park. In the canyon, where the mines were, on one side of the hill, there were beautiful shrubs, pines, lilies Indian flowers, violets and strawberries. The strawberries were small but they were good. There was a stream of water and a railroad track. We lived on the back side of the mountain. Our home had only three rooms and behind there was a cave. My father owned this home. In one room there was an organ. I think my mother played it.
|Ella Nielson Boothe|
When I was a little girl, my father would put me in a sleigh and put a harness on the dog and I would ride all over town. In the summer he got a little red wagon for me and we went all over. When I was little, I had mumps, measles, and diphtheria. They always had a sign on the house, when anyone in the house had the measles. When I lived in the house in Winter Quarters, I sold the newspaper and became a news girl and sold the San Francisco Examiner. In mother’s words, they charged me five cents and only gave me two cents.
|Helen Nielson and home|
The Bishop (Parmley) was sponsoring it and he was the head of the mines. The Bishop's son married Lavern Parmley of Salt Lake. We had the best time. We ran races and made a lot of money. They played ball, and I like to play ball then. We had fun. When we got hungry again, we went back and had all the food we could eat. I would love to play horseshoes.
A woman’s life
|confiscating the turkeys”|
|200 miners killed|
|Nielson home & Helen|
Winter Quarters is hard to find, just reme
mber you are not welcome. One must leave the oiled road and zigzag up an old dirt road for about a mile to a locked gate. I came there one foggy day and all I could see was the two stone walls visible through the fog it a Ghost Town, ghosts and all. Did you know they dynamited the store and every building in town? Those who lived in the old town are all gone. My home-town in Bingham is gone as well but we still have our memories.
|200 bodies carried out of mine|
|remains of WINTER QUARTERS|
Coal mining like metal mining is a boom or bust occupation. You work when the demand is there and starve when there is no one to buy it. At the farm money was scarce but you usually had something to eat. The mine owners in bad times cut wages, then the days a miner worked and finally the firing began. The emigrants left first and the Mormons came last. An Italian friend told me his grandpa got up every morning and stood in line holding his lunch-box but most days he was sent home.