Life in a
By Eugene Halverson
A child’s view of Winter Quarters
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.
Then I sold the Grit and it was ten cents and they gave me four cents. I'd go on one side where the rocks were and the other side where the trees were. I'd sell all over town. I thought I was rich making all that money. I got tired of that and started tending children for a butcher and his wife. I got tired of that too.
|saw mill and farm|
|enforcing Company rules Turkeys were confiscated|
A woman’s life
Christena and her friend looked down from above the town. Twilight was a great time to sit and relax, the sun was down and it was cool, the kids were playing and neighbors were coming out to talk. Then she noticed the men were gathering at the Bars to drink their night away. Look! that is why I hate Winter Quarters. We have lost everything because of my husband’s drinking and gambling. Now my sons are drinking. I have never been told how many bars there were. The Finns had their Finn Halls, a family Hall, the Greeks had combination smoke house and bar and I’m sure the Italians and Slaves had there’s.
|Wasatch Store, Church, School|
|Winter Quarters on day of explosion|
We had many nationalities in Bingham; the companies separated them into camps, Jap Camp, Greek Camp, Dinkeyville for the Mexicans, Carr Fork for the Swedes, Frog Town and so on. My father would never ever go into them but I made many friends there. No mated where us kids went we had someone to play with. I loved to talk to the old people there.
|Levi was killed and family removed house being boarded up|
| Helen, Veda, Sunny, Jack, Jim Grandma Hall|
Joe Nielson kids at Grandma Halls home in Winter Quarters
Winter Quarters is hard to find, just remember 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.
|WINTER QUARTERS STORE and CANYON|
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.