Our grandparents set out to really enjoy their 40s and 50s. Grandpa had been with the Union Pacific Railroad since his early 20s and had a bent towards entrepreneurism. He was always talking about opening a combination restaurant/laundromat in Bullhead City, Arizona. He was looking to fill a need in place where there was opportunity. He was so serious that at one point we planned to pack up our stock on Isabelle and head to the Arizona desert. Later he took an upholstery class along with my Grandma and my Pop who used his GI benefits. He really dreamed of building a family business that he could leave behind. Carter’s Custom Upholstery was a great success. They did furniture, airplanes, custom hot rods, Wayne Newton’s horse trailers – just about anything you could think of. At one time Grandpa had a contract to recover all the Eames lounge chairs in municipal airports on the west coast. Even while he was succeeding in business he was still looking for the next big opportunity.
Opportunity knocked in the form of his nephew Ronald Owens. “Uncle” Ronnie, as we called him, had been researching mining claims in northern Nevada. He needed funding to file papers, Grandpa anted up, and Cartron Mining was born. To maintain the claim they would have to do annual assay work in the wilds of the high desert.
What started as a business venture quickly became a family affair. The mining claim was our summer home. We would bug out of our Isabelle Avenue home base with enough rations to last a month if necessary. We would take fresh provisions for the first week and brought canned goods, dried fruits, and powdered milk and eggs to last beyond.
The trip to the mine was an elaborate caravan. A Jeep pickup with a canvas camper shell lead the pack with a little Willy’s Jeep in tow. My parents, brothers and I rode in this rig along with the bulk of our supplies. Next my grandparents drove a 1940s era semi tractor with a flat-bed trailer that hauled our Caterpillar bulldozer. We held this formation until we left the pavement. At that point Grandma and I would take the Willy’s off of the tow bar and we took the lead as we headed into the mountains. Grandma had outfits for us – goggles, bandanas, and wind breakers kept us warm and allowed us to breath through all that dust. Next came the semi followed by the Jeep pickup. About 5 miles from the claim we took the Caterpillar off the trailer and left the semi behind. My pop brought up the rear in the Cat and we worked out way deep into the hills.
The claim was a mere 60 miles from the nearest paved road. It was 25 miles to the nearest town of any kind. Midas Nevada was a living ghost town. Once home to 10,000 miners, by 1966 only 17 people remained. Midas had few amenities, a saloon, a one-room schoolhouse, and a telephone. When Pops and Grandpa went up alone to do assay work we would hear from them once a week when they made the trek into town. When the whole family was at the mine Grandma would make a run about once a week to get ice. We would stop by the saloon for a cold creme soda. One time while we were in town Grandma convinced a resident to let her take an old license plate off of his shop. It dated from 1922 and it still hangs in my living room today.
Our claim was on Toejam Creek – as a child I thought this was one of my Grandma’s imaginative nicknames, a couple of years ago I learned that Toejam is a real place on a map. My grandfather created two ponds by diverting the creek. The first he lovingly named after Grandma, Lake Minnie-haha – it was the pond where we worked the sluice boxes. The second pond was one he made for us to swim in.
I was relentlessly trying to swim in Lake Minnie-Haha while they were processing dirt. The sluice pond made for a muddy swimming hole. One day Grandma and I took a hike to look for arrowheads – when we came back my grandfather showed me his latest creation – Lake Lorri – our very own swimming hole. Grandpa built a welcoming arch out of timbers – “Welcome to Lake Minnie-haha – Minnie the Moocher, Proprietor.
Life at the mine reminded me a lot of life at my grandparents house, structured, organized and fun. There were 3 large tents. One for sleeping, one for cooking, one for just hanging out in – like a living room. In the sleeping tent we were all up on army cots to avoid the dangers of scorpions and rattle snakes. The cooking tent had long folding picnic tables inside holding up multiple camp stoves. Ice chests were stored inside under blankets. Just like at home we were urged to get what we needed out of the ice chests quickly – it was just like the fridge at home, without a light. Dried foodstuffs were housed in wooden boxes or metal chests to keep out animals and pests – just like the kitchen cabinets at home. The third tent had folding tables and chairs inside for playing cards and board games inside, out of the dust and the weather.
Each day we woke up and had a hot breakfast. My grandparents even had an old dinette set outside for us to eat on. We did dishes in the creek and they started the assay work. If there was heavy machinery moving Grandma would take the kids on an adventure away from the chaos. We would all pile in the Jeep and go someplace to hike or explore. We would pack a lunch and explore all day.
It was a time of wonder for me. I saw wildflowers and developed a lifelong interest in rocks. Grandma encouraged me in my rock collecting much to the chagrin of my mom who didn’t see why anyone would ever need more than a handful of rocks. Each time we went to the mine I brought home about a hundred pounds of rocks – my mom made me keep them in the backyard and she did her best to dispose of them little by little thinking I would never notice. Of course I did notice, just like I noticed when she made my favorite jeans, or t-shirt, or pet turtle disappear.
In the evening after dinner we would all pile in the Willys Jeep and go to a spring where my grandpa had built a tin shower. We would bathe and we would get fresh water for the next day from the spring. All clean in our jammies we would head back to camp by way of a large open field full of jack rabbits. The local ranchers encouraged us to shoot them. They were there in such huge numbers that there was no end to them and they damaged the grazing land. So the evening was made for entertainment. Instead of watching TV we hunted down jackrabbits from a moving Jeep. Grandma was a crack shot and loved to stand up in the passenger side and shoot over the windshield. In the back seat my brothers and I would watch her with our ears covered. She was like Annie Oakley to me – it seemed that she never missed.
One night we took the Jeep pickup instead of the Willys open Jeep when we went for the run to the spring. As always on the way back to camp Grandma was in the passenger seat with her eyes peeled for jacks. I was seated on the Jockey Box in between the seats with my grandpa in the driver’s seat. Grandma spotted one and took aim. KaBoooom!
Unfortunately she forgot to roll down the window first and it broke into a million pieces. The sound of her 45 inside a closed cab of a pickup was the loudest sound I have ever heard. My ears rang for days and the 500 mile journey home to Las Vegas in the pickup was a windy one.
In case you were wondering, she made the shot, and the windy and dusty drive home was worth it – that busted window was the mark of a great adventure.
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OMG! Wonderful story! By the way, still lots of opportunity in Bullhead City. My Great Grandfather mined the same area along with others on the west coast, very successful, photos of him out with mules and pick axes. 6 degrees of separation, you know what they say! What a fantastic childhood you had, love these stories. You need to do a book.
Thanks – I wrote these stories for the NaNoWriMo project, so I hope to put it together into a book. We never ended up in Bullhead – but we used to go fishing near there and in southern Utah. That’s cool that your great grandfather was a miner too! The mine was in northern Nevada. I don’t know how successful they were but we had a lot of fun. I was using one of the pick axes out in the garden yesterday. My brother and I have made a couple of trips back to the mine in the last few years. It’s a special place.
What a wonderful family!
They really are and were a special bunch 🙂
You have some seriously unique and funny family history. A little crazy with some awesome storytelling and a lot of pictures is going to make an awesome book!
Thanks – I feel more confident writing with pictures – it’s like a safety net for me, if that makes sense. I think growing up with some big personalities makes for some pretty good material. The book is the dream – I am writing more stories again so I feel like I’m getting close to having enough content.
Okay, that rabbit…oh my. Be glad you didn’t those gigantic things, they might still be ringing! HA! You have had some great adventures for sure! Love the CAT pics.
Those Jackrabbits are huge, and their herds can destroy acres of grazing land in no time. The CAT pics are some of my favorite shots – so badass.
Great story! What an adventure that must have been! I’m struck by the relationship between your grandmother and grandfather. There must have been a lot of love and laughter in their marriage. If a movie was made of them, I could see Susan Sarandon playing Minnie.
Thanks – my grandparents were best friends and soul mates. They loved working and playing together and they both had wicked senses of humor. I wonder how Minnie would feel about Susan Sarandon – I think she’s a good pick:) Grandma worked on the RKO movie lot in the 30s and had lots of stories about movie stars of her age.
You are fortunate to have seen a love like that. It’s really the ideal.
Thank you for the follow! It was a happy surprise for me since I don’t blog all that much. 🙂
I have been crazy busy for the last couple of weeks and have been meaning to check out your blog – I was long overdue.
Thank you for stopping by! The writing part isn’t for everybody’s taste, but I like to think that there’s more to me as a person that people can relate to.
What great adventures you had! Love these stories!
Thanks Dianna – we really did see and do some amazing things.
yeah you would have been the kid I hung out with when I was a kid! That is if you would have let me… 🙂
Are you kidding – I was not the kind of kid who would have excluded you, or anyone else for that matter 🙂
haha I’m sure we would have had fun!
I bet we would have.
This is a wonderful look back at your childhood. You have some great memories of your parents and grandparents. I am looking forward to the next installment.
Thanks Allan. My brother and I went back to find this spot a few years ago – I think I will be able to wrap up the series with a “then and now” post.
What an amazing childhood. Must have been the adventures of dreams.
No wonder you’re such a colourful character and a great story teller. You’ve got all the material and memory of it, such that you could well and truly write many books.
Being around some big personalities gives you lots of material. We did have lots of adventures, I guess we thought just about everyone did these crazy things at the time. I don’t know about many books, but I hope to get one out of it 🙂
You had the coolest childhood evah!
It was filled with adventure and dogs named Goldie 🙂
🙂
Well first….where’s the WIllys Jeep now? ( I want one!) Each of the adventures you share makes me know you better and understand better the awesome person you are! My ears & head hurt thinking of that shot thru the window! (and I think I heard myself scream, too) I am headed to the range tomorrow….I will not forget my “ears”! 😉
You are too kind 🙂 The Willys is long gone, but I bought one just like it when I was in high school – there’s a photo on my About page. The Jeep pickup was in our family until I finished college – with a new passenger side window. I learned to drive a stick in it. Every day was an adventure with my grandma.
Have fun at the range. Is it warming up tomorrow?
I never could drive a stick worth a flip. When we lived “out”…it didn’t matter how bad I was…..there was no traffic. I wouldn’t attempt it around here.
Supposed to hit upper 60’s tomorrow afternoon. We are gonna hit an indoor range in the a.m. Should be fun 😉
Not quite so warm here. Have fun and aim steady 🙂
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