The TELEGRAPH That I Remember

The TELEGRAPH

That I Remember

“When the city grew, it boomed,

but when it closed down it just sort of dried up.”

I wish I knew who wrote that?? 

Eugene Halverson

1935---I woke up after the crash and I was strung up like a rabbit.  Cables were tied to me and stretched tight and sandbags covering me preventing any move.  I was in the hospital and wondered what happened.  I remember trying to use crutches in Frog Town.  I had a leg that useless and hurt.  Lee said he didn’t even want to be around me when I was mean and angry.   Lee said I was sent to Grandma’s but I can’t remember crutches down there.  I do know I missed whole year of school and did the first grade twice.

PANOS Apartment

Lee was hurt too.  His sinuses were crushed and some bones in his face broken that never really healed.  He missed school and had to redo first grade too.  They told mother that Lee was dead and two doctors want to save my life by cutting my leg off at the hip.  Doctor Paul Richards said I can fix it and he did.  Poor mother had two kids and a husband to tend. 

Lee remembers the day when Dad took Lee and I in his old Model A Ford up to Telegraph to see his new house and neither one of us even heard of Telegraph.  It was quite an adventure for us.  We had never been above the stores I in Bingham let alone riding through the middle of the Copper mine and we were all eyes and ears.  Then we were in Copperfield with all kinds of stores and restaurants.  Then back of a big hotel was a building where Dad was going to work.  Dad was driving slowly all through Copperfield.  It must have been slow enough for Jerry Burke to hop on the back of our car.  Lee said, Dad there’s someone on the back.  Dad laughed and continued up to Telegraph.  Jerry was ten years old when was killed a year or two later hanging on a truck. 

Dad drove on up to Telegraph and there it was.  All I know was that both Lee and I liked what we were seeing and we were happy.  Everything was green I was looking at all kinds of bushes and trees.  Pine trees on the left, Quaken Aspen on the right and even trees behind the house.  I looked everywhere except at the house.  This was Heaven compared to Frog Town. It took time to, get the job, to move, and to heal.  I think everyone was happy except mother.  There sat and old outhouse but got used to it.      

MORON CHURCH  top

It wasn’t much to look at, just a grey old house sitting on a yellow mine dump.  Dirt was covering a little of the house on the road side and kitchen wall was covered with dirt clear up under the window.  Originally it was once a two room house.  With a porch and a kitchen on the side.  A stove and few narrow cupboards was all mother had.  We had 12 foot high stove pipe to keep it free of snow.  Sometimes we had clear the snow off the roof before it fell in.  I remember the cold snowy walks to our outhouse and the Sears Roebuck catalog.

We had an old wood and coal burning kitchen stove that made the best bread ever.  It also heated the water.  The water tank fed the water to the stove and the stove sent hot water back.   A few hot water kettles helped.  A metal clothes iron was always sitting hot and ready to use.  Of course the coffee pot always there. 

We had a large coal stove in the living room.  Each lump of coal had to be carried from a box by the road down the hill, across a bridge, up the hill and into the house.  And every piece of wood or kindling had to be sawed, split and stored.  Lee and I spent most the summer bringing boards and logs home to be sawed on an old saw horse. 

Dad and Marsel Chea
Rock Cliff above road

We had an electric light hanging from the ceiling no wall switches.  But in the kitchen we had two.  Neither Lee nor I was tall enough to reach the lights on but we always had a contest.  Lee had to find a chair while I jumped on the stove.  One day I lost the race when I reached for the light and stuck my finger in an empty socket.

Dad built a terraced flower garden on the ditch side of the house.  In the spring the water seemed clean as it ran down over a boulder creek.  Sometimes a rain or a flash flood made it a muddy mess.   

The road was widened made by blasting away the mountain and dumping the fill on the other side.  The mountain now had a high rock cliff from Bodmer’s to the corner.  The cliff was high, steep and scary.  Lee and I tried to climbing it in many places but had to give up.  One day a girl, Carmela Chea showed us how to climb it.  Climbing was scary but it was fun.  Now we had a pine forests on that side.  Paul had a black cat a pretty thing that became a little wild.  I saw him sitting on a telephone pole up above the rocks.  Dad said he’ll come down when he’s ready and he did.  Eldon said Garland shot a cat on another telephone pole, I think it was your cat.  It was.

I remember my mother and the Democrat Party.  George Panos with the party’s compliments gave us a phone.  One of only six in the town.  Each house had its own ring but we listened to each other’s conversations, everyone did.  None of us kept our nose clean. 

One day Lee and I were left alone while mother and dad went to visit my mother’s niece, Edith who lived near the Canyon Garage.  Lee cut himself and was bleeding quite a bit.  So I called the operator and told her the problem.  There was nothing automatic back then.  They had to physically plug a phone line into a certain hole.  The lady called to the other girls to see if they knew an Eddie or an Edith.  That shut the office down “no more calls” until they found my mother and sent her home. 

Gene    Gerald Cole   Lee

We lived at the top end of a box-canyon a road to the left went up a steep Dugway underneath the Giant Chief Mine and out of the box into a wide flat valley with a cement dam at the bottom.  This road went up BEAR GULCH.

Across the creek was a forest of ancient Maple Trees.  They grew very high and so wide the outer branches touched the ground.  It was like entering a tunnel and it was dark.  It was my home close to home.  I spent many days and slept many night here and nobody except my mother even knew it was here. 

Gold was found all the way from the dam to the “Big Tree”.  The Heineke brothers, Alvin Cole and even I worked it over every spring.  We worked the top.  No one dug down to bedrock.  The Big Tree was an ancient massive old cottonwood tree.  I found all kinds of chippings and arrow heads all over the place.  A trail to the right was our only real good Quaken Aspen canyon and it was beautiful.

Mrs. Bodmer

Bear Gulch continued on to the right into a large working mine but the main road went over the ridge to the Queen Mine.   This ridge ran all the way to the Saddle at Dinkeyville and looking east was a view of the Salt Lake valley.  One day Lee and I skied down toward Lark and even Lee had fun but when he ditched his skis he sunk so deep in the snow only his head stuck out.  Well it was hard but I got him out and on top of the mountain again.  He was tired and wanted to lay down and sleep.  I knew he would freeze to death and I got him home.  Instead of praise he told me he was tired of all my stupid ideas.  

Back to my house and the BOX.  Staying on the main road and keeping right was a dirt road that went to the US.  It was a climb up a Dugway till it crossed the US Mine’s air-pipes where it flattened out on the top.   A steep climb up to the ridge put you right on the top of the mountain that separates the Bear and Galena canyons. 

The top of the mountain was beautiful you were in two different forests.  It was beautiful and it was another of my favorite places.  There were Oak, Maple, chokecherry, and Pine trees.  There was many kinds of bushes and grasses there.  The two forests meant you had twice as many animals and birds here.  I even I ate some of them. 

we had a hundred trees like this
in the Red Grove

A walk along this ridge was a great path to the highest peaks.  This ridge was the top of many canyons and you could see for miles in all directions.  There was one on the left called Jack Ass Gulch with a million Quakies.  I could see all the canyons alongside of it.  On my right was mostly a pine forest and some oak brush.   A head and to the right was the remaining stumps of an ancient forest we called the “Red Grove” the lumber that built most of Salt Lake City.   A walk up and around the mountain from here took you to the Middle Canyon Pass.

Telegraph had the best sleigh riding in all the canyons.  They came from all over even from the valley.  You could see the whole road all the way down to Copperfield and go if it was safe.  The first part of the ride was the steepest.  This was from the top down to my house.  It was where all the bob-sleds who couldn’t make the turn rolled over or crashed.  Many tried but not many made it.  The run from my house was fast safe run to the Telegraph Apartments or on to the Dinkyville road, or a scary unsafe ride through a tunnel to the Terrace Height’s road or even father if you dared.  The welders at the US Mine were kept busy repairing our sleighs.  

Tippy in Dad's garden

When you already have walked over a mile up a twelve percent grade it was only natural to have a drink of water.  Right behind the Bodmer home was a water tunnel with a one inch tap.  It had so much pressure that if you turned it on to far it would blow your cup or bucket away.  It was fed by a spring that was so cold you only sipped at it.  It was also the best tasting water in the whole canyon.  When the water to our shed froze, I carried all our water two buckets at a time up the hill to our house.  The tunnel was cold and by spring time had ice two feet deep but the tap never froze.    

The Bodmer’s seemed to be guarding our water supply.  All summer long this little old lady could be seen sitting on her porch.  The Bodmer’s came from Eureka where my mother lived.  I have pictures of them with our family.      

Our house was in Old Telegraph and Bodmer’s house was the dividing line.  The houses and water tanks above here are found on all the old pictures.  Everything below Bodmer’s was built when the US Mine bought all the claims and tore down the old town and built three apartments.  One side of the mountain had some pine trees while the other was covered with oak brush.  The dump was wide and long and where we had the games and people gathered. 

Old Telegraph Mine
in front of box canyon

 Below town across the road from the Cocoa dirt was a flat spot big enough to play our football and baseball games.  But only the lower half was sand the other half had a lot of rocks.  Teams from Copperfield, Dinkyville and Telegraph came to compete and sometimes became a bloody free for all.  It wasn’t hard to find players but we were too poor to own a football or a 
baseball.   Sometimes we made our own by wrapping and sewing our own.  Buck Leyba was the big organizer and the referee.

Our house became a resting place before climbing the last steep grade up out of the box.  I remember an old man who was too old to work anymore stopped to rest and talk and I enjoyed him.  He had an accent but different than Grandpa’s.  Sometimes I was greeted with some kind foreign hello.  He took quite a shine to Tippy and asked if he could take my dog with him and off they would go. 

Paul, Lee, Gene
with Lee's dog the one I lost

There were all kinds of little birds in our little world.  Mother had some little red-headed birds that she fed.  We had sparrows of all kinds and chickadees and little ones of all kinds.  Even saw a pheasant walking down the road.  I heard hooting in a tree I thought it was an owl but it turned out to be a Morning Dove.  There were two kinds of squirrels.  We had bats coming and going out of the tunnels.  I found horny toads at 1000 feet and skinks on top of the mountain too.  And lots of blue-belly lizards.  Porcupines spent their time in the winter living on top of an oak tree.  They spent the winter moaning and groaning.

There were no nuts or berries to stop and eat.  The acorns were nasty and all the red and white berries were poisonous and the blue ones were not much better.  The chokecherry lived up to its name.  The elderberries were blue and like the chokecherry could make a tasty jelly.  There were no strawberries or raspberries or Indian potatoes.   

Butterfield had was the only place to find Indian potatoes they showed up as the snow melted in the spring.  We dug it with a stick while the ground was still wet.  There were several bulbs under most plants and they were good. 

Lee tells about miner from the Queen Mine who collapsed from the cold and was about dead.  Mother took him in, warmed him up, and dried his clothes.  Fed him and sent him on his way.  Queen was about three miles over the mountain.  

Mother at home in the trees

Tippy was a Rat Terrier that Grandpa gave us.  He was quite a dog.  He would find and flush a pheasant.  Tippy also hunted ducks.  He would chase a squirrel down a hole and bring him back dead of course.  On a hike I would carry a potato and if Tippy caught a squirrel we cook and eat it .  The potato stayed in the fire until it was black as coal but done just right on the inside.  One day he came home dragging a snow-shoe rabbit as big as him. 

I came home sometimes with arrow heads or maybe a flint knife.  Other times with an old carbide lamp and even a brass candle holder if I found a really old mine.  One time I even drug a 75 pound anvil home. 

It was a wonderful place to grow up.  I got to know every part of the mountain.  Mother said she was happy if I went up on the mountain just do not go down to Copperfield.  If some mother lost her child they would call my mother and she would tell them that I would bring them home when I was ready and quit worrying.

Old Telegraph with Aerial Tram building

The Ivies had a few Shetland ponies along with a few larger horses and some donkeys.  They fed them all summer long up in Bear Gulch.  If they lost track of them they could be usually be found grazing in Jack Ass Gulch.  Sometimes they wanted to stay in the Box by our house.  We learned how to make a bridle with a rope and rode bare back.  Old Strawberry was the Ivies pride and joy.  And he let me know that I was not to put a bridle on him or ride him.  Well the donkeys were ridable and the ponies were tame.  But one ride on the ponies was enough for me.  Their little old short stiff legs hit the ground hard but not as hard as their boney back hit my butt.  The Ivies were good to us and let us ride their horses but at times they rode us down and took our ponies when we helped ourselves. 

History, in the old days the poor mountain was a place graze animals.  Then a place to gather wood.  At last it became gold mining town but it failed to die at the end of the gold rush.  Instead it has continued to produce precious minerals at such a tremendous rate that today it could probably claim undisputed title to the richest strike ever made in mining annals of the far west.  It has produced millions of dollars’ worth of gold, copper, lead, and other precious metals. 

Gene and Lee and a goat

It may have a good place for the miners or a mine owner but I hated what they were doing to the mountain.  Gone were springs, beautiful flowers and trees.  It seemed like the mines were just sucking the life out of everything.  At first they would sink a shaft and mine until they hit water.  Then they would tunnel under to mountain to drain the water.  That drain tunnel killed or dried up the whole mountain.  The Butterfield Tunnel dried up all the springs and the creek.  The Mascotte Tunnel dried up its share and the Telegraph Tunnel killed our side. They were bad but nothing as bad as the open pit mine I worked for. 

Every spring we had was contaminated before we moved and many were running arsenic or copper before we came.  The Salt Lake Valleys aquipher has been contaminated with all the minerals and acids from Bingham and getting worse.   

Everywhere you look there were hundreds and hundreds of mine dumps and holes.  The Ivies’ lost a horse, I lost a dog and two boys were dead when they found them. 

Alvin Cole and Scotty Robinson

The Old Telegraph Mine was a lead mine.  The tunnel went in just below my house.  It was driven twelve hundred feet below the discovery point, and mined its riches from below. 

In my time there was no sign of the mine, its aerial tram or hotel, just Karl John’s house and a huge dump. There was a trail from Telegraph though Dinkeyville right on down to Frog Town.  Some called it the Holden Tramway.  It was just the “mule train” trail where the ore rode down by gravity and the train was pulled it back up by mules.  Even then it was a neat scary walk over a cliff to Dinkeyville.  What was it like when men rode these cars??

 Everyone played in the “Coca Dirt” and every mother knew where they had been when their kids’ home. The dirt was the fine iron tailings of a stamp mill at the bottom of Telegraph.   And just below that was the strongest greenest copper water found anywhere.  You could watch a nail would be turned to copper in a short time.

The Giant Chief mined at the discovery point choosing to go down after it.  A large dump meant they mined for a long time.  The head frame was gone but they left the hoisting machine and its steam driven engine was there for us to play with. And a great big hole to throw rocks in.   

Winter time in Telegraph

All the mines were dug long before my time but high above the Giant Chief was a rocky point with a tunnel and a small dump.  It had candle holders stuck in a wooden log. They were made of brass. It must have been dug before carbide lamps were used. 

 When I was recuperating from the accident and could not run and play mother started buying model airplanes.  I got quite good at it and learned a lot.  Most of my talents went into making gliders that always flew quite well.  Well I needed some wood for a giant wing. One thing led to another and here I was back of the US Mine’s carpentry shop.  “God helps them who helps themselves” so I grabbed an arm full fir strips and ran home.   I built the “big wing of my dream”.  There it lay all put together with wood strips held together with bailing wire and covered with cloth.  Fourteen feet long five feet wide tapering to three feet at the tips and a bow-like beam poking out the center to balance it.  It laid out by the fence for a while and I just looked at it and planned.  I told my brother it was time and he told his friends. 

Telegraph ladies   mother 2nd from right

Next morning six kids were fighting to carry it and off we went.  I wired a bearing cap from the shaft hoist and tried to find the balance point.  Now we were looking off the Giant Chief Mine dump to the world below and it was a long long way down.  I held the wing high above me trying to get the feel but the updraft wind was so strong it took me up and away.  Eldon wrote a story about it, “Accidental Hang Glider”.  I never intended to fly and here I was flying off the mountain.  As I was flying over some trees I let go and dropped with a crash into them.  The wing without me climbed even higher than where it was launched.  It floated back and forth like a feather but when it crashed even I heard that.  We picked what we could out of the hole it but the iron bearing cap stayed inside.  It made a big hole near the top of Marsell Chea’s garage.  We disappeared for a while kind of just lay low.  When Marsell came home and he never even seemed to notice it before going in to his house.  

Karl John in Old Telegraph

I loved my town, I loved its people.  There were never more than a dozen families and we did have quite a gathering when the sun went down.  The parents talked while we played.  Things started changing when Karl John finally saved enough money to retire on.  He had been nursing rich vein of galena mixed with silver and maybe gold.  I wrote his story earlier.  One day he loaded everything he owned in a taxi and we never seen him again.

In Bear Gulch above my house was a little valley where many of us panned gold.  I never kept any of it but it was fun.  The Heineke Brothers set up a motorized slues box and run in the runoff water.  They put the gold in a quart on a shelf in our garage and it was heavy.  As one would fill, it was taken away.  The Madsen’s were gone so it was safe.  A county cop had habit of hitting a drunk on the head with a blackjack.  They killed Lee Madsen and with the father dead the family was removed from Telegraph.  I never had much use for a county sheriff.  I never seen my friend, Ron again.

Everything was quite for a while until the Heinekes ran their dozer through Karl’s vein.  They made one shipment before the US Mine people took over the claim and followed it into the mountain.  They named it the Mayberry Mine and it wasn’t long before ore cars began working the mine, building sheds.  Soon stacks of lumber and rail began to cover the ground.  We were told to move down to one of the apartments and we lived there for a time.

At night when the Mayberry miners went home I slipped in to see what was going on.  I found they were setting out some pretty impressing ore samples and I looked them over.  The rock that contained the most gold was kind of a porous volcanic rock.  A kind of a rock I had never seen before. 

Telegraph kids

They mined the Mayberry and got what they could.  Then the US Mine sold everything they owned to the Utah Copper and moved to Lark.  Then they told us we had to go to.  Well we did move and we lost all our friends and neighbors.  They took everything they could from us except memories.  We had suffered good times and times and hard times.  Neighbors who came to feed and care for the sick and those who had lost a loved one.

It brought tears to my eyes watching them destroy everything we loved.  It hurt again when they buried the whole town. 

Where have all my friends gone, long time passing?

Where have all my friends gone, long time ago?

Where have all the people gone?

Gone to graveyards, everyone.

Oh, when will they ever learn?

Oh, when will they ever learn?

 Chinky Aguayo said

 “Yes, I envy all of you that can go back to your home town and sharpen memories of day gone by, because I have only my memories to reflect on.  The town I spent my youth in is gone.  There is no remnant of the town to sharpen my mind---nothing to focus on and bring in to sharper remembrance those long-gone days.” 

Telegraph in winter

Last of Bingham

 by John Creedon

What a wonderful town we had and what fine people lived here. Some of the finest people on earth were once part and parcel of Bingham. We went through good times and depressions, strikes and shutdowns, floods, fires, snow slides, accidents and sickness standing united. Now our friends and loved ones were scattered over the county. Gone was the feeling of fellowship and love and confidence in your neighbor. We were no longer united—we were divided by the $ sign.

My daughter, Colleen, who lives in Boston, put the old feeling of a Binghamite in a recent letter. It reads in part: “Much as I want to come home and see you, I am rather glad I won’t for a while. To me I will always be able to see it as it was, and it will always be a big part of me, because I think that everyone who ever lived there and loved it as much as I did will always have a part of Bingham with them. Don’t be discouraged, Pop you are the old Bingham, not the Bingham now, forlorn and wrecked, but the Bingham of love and life, of excitement, of Fourth of July parades, of Galena Days, of Christmas mornings with mom’s good cooking, and so many friends packed in that you had to move slowly to get through, of gay parties, of endless friends young and old, famous and infamous.”

As Colleen so aptly stated, that is the Bingham I shall remember for as long as I live.

Doctor Richards back center had many parties

DARIES, CATS, CHICKENS, FRUIT,VEGETABLES

Memories of Bingham Canyon

DAIRIES, CATS, CHICKENS, FRUIT & VEGETABLES IN BINGHAM

By R. Eldon Bray –October 2011

Panos Apartments

The English, Hogan, and R-Dairies all delivered milk in Bingham during the 1920’s, 30’s and 40’s before insulated milk boxes and homogenization came into vogue. The milk was delivered early in the morning and the bottles were generally left on the customers’ porches before many of them were out of bed. The Turners and Halversons were two of the families who lived in the Panos Apartments in Frogtown. The Hogan Dairy would leave their bottles of milk by the front entry just inside the vestibule which had no outside door. During the winter, unless the milk was brought in quite soon, it would freeze in the bottles and expand so that the cream would be forced up and out of the top to form a white column a couple of inches high with the bottle cap 

sitting on top. This created an opportunity for the stray or feral house cats that lived nearby; they loved the cream and also the milk – and here it was just waiting for them. The cats would lick all the cream that was above the top of the bottle and then lick the cream and milk as far down into the bottle as they could reach with their tongues. The emergence from her apartment of an early-rising, angry, housewife would cause the cats to scatter in all directions. The cats were a nuisance but no harm, other than a loss of the cream, was known to result from drinking the milk from which the cats had licked.

waiting for the cats

The Hogans, besides the dairy, also had a farm on which they raised the cows and other animals including chickens. They raised all their chickens in a large coop. In the spring they separated the young roosters from the hens and turned the roosters loose in the yard. They immediately were renamed “spring fryers” and were sold for a good price – five for a dollar (twenty cents each). There was, however, a slight difficulty associated with the purchase of these bargain-price chickens. You had to catch them yourself and then you had to chop off their heads and

take them home to be plucked and cleaned. The Turner boys and their Dad gladly took part in this activity. They would chase the chickens around the yard with a 6-foot, stiff wire that had the end bent into a hook. The chickens would run like h---. The boys and their Dad would try to sneak up on or corner the chickens but inevitably ended up chasing some of them as fast as they could, with one arm outstretched before them with the wire in hand. Upon catching a chicken’s leg in the hook the chicken would still struggle to escape but they would pull it to them and grab the chicken with both hands. Then they would carry it over to the chopping block where there was also an axe at hand. They would, with one hand, hold the chicken with its neck on the block and, with the axe in the other hand – chop! –. After catching and beheading all the chickens they wanted, which was usually about five, they would pay for them, put them into a box or gunny sack and take them home.

Back at the apartment, they would dip the chickens into a bucket of boiling water, pluck the feathers, gut them and put them into the icebox. A day or so later the family would often go up Butterfield Canyon for a picnic that featured fried chicken, fresh peas, and new potatoes. They tasted great – the best chicken ever!

rabbits behind apartments

There was also another source of chickens – the local fruit and vegetable peddler. Judson Tolman, beginning in about 1924, came to Bingham twice a week with a canvas-covered wagon pulled by two horses. The wagon was loaded mostly with fruits and vegetables but on the back he had a cage that contained live chickens. If a housewife wanted a chicken she was handed a live one to take home. In later years the horse-drawn wagon was replaced with a 1929 truck with wooden spokes and still later by a one-ton ’48 Ford. The live chickens were replaced with fresh ones that had been processed the night before and put on ice. Eventually chickens were no longer part of the goods sold in Bingham by the Tolmans. Judson’s son, Orin, started helping with the route by going to the upper parts of the canyon (including Copperfield and Highland Boy) while Judson took care of the lower part of the canyon and Copperton. When Judson retired Orin took over all of the Bingham business.