The New American Digest

Tulip trees that is

Taken on May 6 a few years ago when I lived in Virginia. I first knew of them growing up in Michigan not realizing I was at the northern extent of their range – neighbor had one growing in the midst of an oak and maple woods – so it stood out.

I had to write a report on “something” – probably trees – in 8th grade and tulip trees (aka yellow poplar) became the topic; I suspect because the report might have been due towards the end of the school year and the tree was blooming.

Anyway, one of my favorite trees – and they don’t grow anywhere near here.

I had a post prepared about that FedEx driver that kidnapped, raped, and killed a 7yo girl … but it bothered me too much and no point bothering all y’all with it.
But I did want to say he was sentenced properly … and I feel better about posting blooming trees.

Along about the mid-90s, I was in a position to prepare a surprise for my father.

My buddy Dave & I were spending time looking for various ores in Nevada. I had developed a magic box and we were testing it out at different places. Now Dave is a professional “prospector”; he makes his living exploring potential ore zones suitable for mining development.

Myself? I stayed in a Holiday Inn Express so I could pretend I knew what I was doing. Over the years, though – wandering through places with professionals – I became an expert on leaverite ore and got pretty good at picking prime samples for assaying.

Y’all know I like old trains. Well, out there in east central Nevada sits Ely at the junction of US50, US93, and US6. Once upon a time, Ely was known for huge deposits of copper ore … though actually it was Ruth just to the west that had the good mines … and over a bit to the east lay McGill where the smelters were.

Ely became a place when a Pony Express station was established there in 1860 and later, a station on the Central Overland stage route (the western half from Salt Lake to Carson City of the Overland Stage run from St Joe to Salt Lake). Gold was discovered nearby in 1878 but didn’t come to much – copper was also discovered then but there was little interest in copper at the time – Ely was little more than a stage stop and post office.

Hamilton went bust and the state moved the county seat to Ely in the 1880s. The only other settlements in the county were dying off along with mine production; even having the post office qualified Ely as the only viable town to act as county seat. Businesses were attracted to the town – by 1890, there were 200 people living there.

Copper was becoming a metal of interest with the growth of electricity usage. Several of the nearby copper deposits were attracting investment; by 1902, half a million dollars of ore had been processed. By 1903, consolidation of the mining districts began with over 25 million tons of proven ore.

By 1905, the need for rail transportation led to the construction of the 140 mile long Nevada Northern Railroad, completed in 1906 and used to haul copper ore from the mines at Ruth through Ely to the smelters at McGill, then haul the processed metal to the major railroads up north at Shafter (Western Pacific) and Cobre (Southern Pacific).

Ely had become a boom town.

Until 1907 when a national financial panic hit the country when the mines mostly went bust.
Until 1908 when the smelters in nearby McGill were completed, leading a boom with increased production and lowered costs of the metal.

Until another slump after WWI led to the smaller mines once again shutting down.

Until the late 20s, production was up again, and by the 50s, Kennecott had control of most of the producing areas.

The copper deposits were large, the town was a focal point not only for mining but for ranches in the area. All transportation methods congregated in Ely, and by 1913, the Lincoln Highway passed through here – bringing more traffic and forming the basis for the modern US50 – at least in Nevada.

The mines played out for the most part, copper prices fell in the 70s, and Kennecott shut down operations in 1983.

Ely now has a population something in the neighborhood of 3 or 4 thousand and is still the only city in the county. Good place to get gas …. ’cause it’s the only place to get gas for miles and miles. And then more miles. And a few more for extra measure.

Ely is now mostly focused on ranching and tourism. It’ll be interesting to see if the mines start producing again with the recent increased prices of copper.

Along about the 1950s, the railroad started scrapping the aging steam engines. Legend has it that the crews hid Engine #40 – a 4-6-0 passenger engine built in 1910 – to keep her from the scrap yard. Maybe. Maybe not. In any case, #40 still exists, and still operates – the darling of the museum. It’s a handsome engine at that.

When mining shut down in 1983, so did rail operations. The whole kit and kaboodle was donated by Kennecott to the city of Ely to form a museum. The equipment, the rail yard, and structures – most dating to the early 1900s – were all left as is – in operating condition. It wasn’t worth the effort to Kennecott to even bother scrapping everything (and there was probably a healthy charitable tax deduction …)

Also kept, but stuffed and mounted, were the two remaining 2-8-0 freight engines #93 (blt 1909) and #81 (blt 1917) used for hauling ore. #81 was the last steam engine ordered by the railroad. In 1952, the railroad had acquired its first diesel engines and #81 was placed into storage. In 1960, it was given to a local museum and placed inoperable on one of the Ely streets as a display engine.

Engine #93, being older, had undergone extensive maintenance in 1949, was therefore in better condition than #81, so was kept operable as a backup engine. Diesel engines were taking over though so #93 mostly just sat. When the scrapman came to town in the mid-50s, #93 was held back from the torch “just in case” as the most recently upgraded engine. The engine was finally retired in 1956 after all the bugs of transitioning to diesel power had been worked out. A few years later, in 1961, #93 was also given to the museum and placed alongside #81. Stuffed and mounted, behind a cyclone fence, alongside US50 for all to ignore as they sped on past.

In 1990, both engines returned to the now museum railroad. By 1993, #93 had been restored and returned to active service, followed by #81 in 2021.

I had talked to my brother about his ability to get off work. I explained my plan and he was all for it.
So was his wife … that may be a different story.

It took a bit more convincing, but I talked Dad into catching a flight to Salt Lake from Cincinnati. I kind of hinted I’d meet him there but that I was working in the field so if I was late, just hang around – I’d catch up with him.

He didn’t know my brother was flying into Salt Lake as well but from Detroit and I needed Dad to hang around until brother’s plane got in.
He also didn’t know that brother was holding two tickets on the mail run to Ely.

So Dad’s doing whatever one does in an airport terminal, waiting and expecting to see me come through the entry doors.
Brother gets in, comes from the gate area instead of the entrance and confuses Dad a bit … who’s this calling out for him from inside the terminal? … until he realized just who was calling out for him.

“What are you doing here?“, he asks.
Brother didn’t explain – just told Dad “I have your ticket, we have a plane to catch“
Dad’s all confused now – to Ely?
It’s not a big plane. They were the only two passengers. It’s mostly a mail run.

Then they get to Ely. Where and what is an Ely??? Why am I in Ely?


Dave & I meet up with them at the Ely airport. Such as it is.
Dave & I have two pickups – not a bad idea when out where we were spending our time.
Easier to haul 4 people as well.
Brother goes with Dave.
Dad goes with me.

“What are we doing here?” he asks me.
“Nothing. Just seeing the sights“

It’s Ely – there are no sights.

Grab something for dinner, catch the motel for the night. Leaving Dad totally confused.
Brother’s in on it …

Next day:
“Now what?“, says Dad.
“Nothing. We’re just wandering around town and wanted you to enjoy the western air.“

Until it’s time for the railroad museum to open.
Dad likes trains. Probably where I got it from.
He bought me (him) a model railroad set for my 5th Christmas.
I blame him when the topic comes up.

So time comes, we wander down to the railroad yard.
It’s an open air museum with voluntary donations (or used to be. I don’t know about now).
So we wander around the yard for a bit until the inside portion opens.

Now he’s interested …

Then I send Dad and brother into this room inside the station.
I don’t go in, neither does Dave.

“Why aren’t you coming in?“, asks Dad.
“ ’cause this is for you“, says I.
(and for brother; he deserved it)

Dave’s amused by all this. We wander around for the ½ hour or so while Dad and brother are busy.

What Dad didn’t realize was that this museum allows you to operate the engine … for a fee of course.
But you have to take a “safety” course first.
I’m not sure he fully understood he was going to operate the engine until he got on board.

I’m talking to the lady in the souvenir stand talking about driving the engine.
“You don’t drive an engine, you operate it“, she tells me.
Being the smart-ass I’ve been known to be, I respond:
“But it’s an iron horse and you drive horses“

It’s been long enough – she probably doesn’t remember me if I go back …

Dad (and brother) get to operate a steam engine. It runs from Ely to Ruth and back … about a 20 mile run there and back.
Two runs – one for each of them. Pretty much fills the day.

I got to ride … with Dad.
Then it was brother’s turn … and Dave rode along.

Dad was left a bit speechless; even more so when Dave & I took them far out into the boonies and camped for the night.
Must have been near-on 200 head of wild horses in several herds in one of the valleys we went through.
To this day, Dad wonders how brother got the best – and warmest – sleeping bag.
Dad said he hadn’t been that cold since Korea.

The next day, Dave & I got them to the airport for their reverse trip.

Then we headed out to the field and got back to work.

Oh, by the way, the picture of #93 on top was taken right after the engine returned to the engine house and parked for the night after Dad and brother’s great adventure. There’s still a hint of smoke and steam in the photo.

originally posted by Jean Jan 24, 2012

This big fella looks like I feel.
I want to beat up someone.
Take out my frustrations by inflicting damage.
…and then just calmly saunter away,
never to be heard from again.
bah. I’m in a sucky mood.

Submitted by jd via Comments

… many had roles in my hobby (?).
This one a small role but an important one…

Snowhorse to Snowbird

Snow on snow sculpts a horse
with jaunty cap from a crippled

tree – resurrects Linda, my horsey
companion in 1950’s Milwaukee.

A palomino ponytail fans her long
neck as our feet gallop up and down

ravines, along littered railroad
ties, across crowded playgrounds.

She recycles her lessons
on the upright that greens

my envy, helps me extinguish
eleven candles circling the cake

that emerged, smoking, from the one
oven I remember in my mother’s many

kitchens, hands me a bitter,
tutorial. In my palm, she places

her ailing parakeet just as it flies
from a final nest.

jmd2018

published by Jean May 20, 2010

I have accepted the crapfact that depression
will never leave me alone. It is part of me.
*
damn you old black dog
wearing me out and down like
river rubbed canyon
*
There is nothing to be done about it except
endure. Over and over and over again.
*
tomorrow looks less
than worthy after today’s
vain forward struggle
*
Pep-talks from well meaning friends don’t help.
*
come along, you say.
you know precisely my need.
arrogant bastard
*
It makes it very difficult to be nice so I often hide.
*
it’s worse somewhere else
for many someone elses.
today I don’t care.
*
It turns me into someone I don’t like at all and I can’t help it.
*
do you doubt despair
can twist the heart, wring the soul,
blind all hope? You fool.
*
It sneaks up and every time I ask why.
*
you think you know
the reason, the answer, the
why. until this now.
*
I’ve read a gazillion books and been to therapy.
*
regurgitation
of all the pretty words ends
in ugly dry heaves
*
Remember the time I went to a shooting range and
enjoyed shooting and did very well? Did anyone
think it strange that I did not buy a gun?
*
it is not so hard
to understand that there are
some who will resign
*
It feels like living in hell and a glorious relief
when it subsides.
*
to wax poetic
do you mind much when I swear?
tough shit if you do.