July 13, 1960 (12 pages)

" Page 2° _ . Nevada couNTy NUGGET t iw COUNTY wr AT NEW HEALTH PLANS ment heads will consider The supervisors suggested i0oking for a new health inthat county department surance-plan for county emheads seek figures from ployes in the near future. were told by County Clerk John T. Trauner that CPS has announced an increase of rates and insertion“of a $50 deductible clause in the Published Every Wednesday By NEVADA COUNTY NUGGET, INC, , 132 Main St., Nevada City, Calif.Telephone Grass Valley or Nevada City 126 Alfred E. Heller. 1.4.4. . Publisher R. Dean Thompson, ... . Editor-Manager Don Fairclough, .. . . .Circulation Maneger Clarice Mc Whinney. ... 4. Aft Editor Margaret Abrahamson ... . Society Editor’ Second class postage paid at Nevada City, Calif. Adjudicated a legal newspaper of general circulation by the Nevada County Superior Court, June 3, 1960 Decree No. 12,406 Subscription Rates: One year, $3.00; Two years, $5.00. Three years, $7.00. Brinted by Berliner & Mc Ginnis, Nevada City. EDITORIAL Official Objections Were Ignored Last week the assembly interim committee on transportation and commerce heard some testimony in San Francisco which has direct bearing on Nevada City's current effort to have the state highway commission review the proposed freeway route in the downtown area. Ray E. Johnson of Chico, representing the opponents of a proposed freeway route which would bisect Bidwell Park in that city, pointed out that the route selection largely igriored the wishes of the people to preserve community values. He said there was inadequate consultation of local agencies. He indicated that the city council had been pressured into signing a freeway agreement in spite of previously expressed objections. Now we are not well acquainted with the Chico situation and we do not want to pass judgement onit. But we do know that Johnson's statement, which urged legislation to provide greater participation of local agencies in determining freeway routes, echoedmany sentiments which have beenexpressed in Nevada City ever since the downtown route was adopted in £952» It is well known, for example, that on September 6, 1951, a committee of three was appointed by the Nevada City Council to present objection tothe proposed downtown route to the state highway commission. This committee was composed of the mayor of Nevada City; Mr. Taylor, city engineer Ed C. Uren, and city attorney John L.-Larue. This committee appeared before the state highway commission on September 20. The committee pointed out that a freeway was favoredin Nevada City, but that the proposed route was the wrong route. Uren statedthatthe Plaza area was the heart of Nevada City. "Destroy this and you go far toward destroying Nevada City. We ask you toconsider our town with some special concern because it is a ture California shrine. With the doom of gold mining, we must have some other attraction to draw tourists to the area." The highway commission listened to this official objection from Nevada City and then proceeded to press for the Plaza route. It is well known, also, that a member ‘of the council at the time which finally adopted the downtown route stated publicly at the recent mass freeway public hearing that inacting as it did the council had to consider the fact that the highway division "carries a big stick." Is it not about time that the people of Nevada City (or Chico, if their case is legitimate) call the bluff of the responsible state agencies? Itis clear that official objections from Nevada City were ignored. It is clear that some kind of pressure was applied on at least one member of the city council, in 19$2. It is clear thata system that allows this sort of thing does indeedrequire provision for greater local participation in determining freeway routes. Nevada County departcounty's policy. other insurance companies, Supervisors last week gion, bears cones four to eight inches long. Cos $.5 ENTINEL t*tSLAND ~ MY MOTHER By Grace Himes My mother was the bravest woman I have ever known. She was not a pioneer in the sense we think of pioneers now. Even my grandparents were not of the first to come West. But her life was centainly as hard as theirshad been and she lived as bravely and uncomplainly as the earliest pioneer woman who ever came by the Overland Trail. She displayed her first bravery. when she defied my stern old grandfather and married my father, a stranger, who had one day, come up the walk of my grandfather's beautiful ranch home 10 miles northeast of Marysville to ask for work, My father at 30 years of age was almost totally deaf-an affliction that had come on him almost overnightafter a siege of erysipelas. Having lost his way of life-<he was a telegraph operator--frustration, fear and insecurity drove him to seek any kind of work that he might live. Hewas deeply kind but headstrong and quick tempered , and his people educated conservative Easterners had long ago rejected him as a menace to their way of life. Lonely, desperate --not even well--this was the man. who walked hesitantly up to my grand parents' front door to ask for work, My grandfather stromed to the door--another tramp-and at the front door! Well, he's soon be shown his place! But when he opened the door he hesitated. The man standing there in well tailored but now dusty clothes-the handsome, intelligent face that was turned to his was most certainly not atramp's, "Well?" grandfather's voice was brusque. My father stepped closer, "I am very deaf butI hope you might have some kind of work I could do. I have never done ranch work but I can learn." He was given work, hard grueling work that ended in seriousillnes, and my mother's love that lasted through the rest ofhislife and after. she left her parent's home the finest in Cordua District where they lived, to go with my father and live in a one room cabin miles away on the prairie. And my grandfather watching her go, his heart filled with bitterness, love and hurt pride, told her not to come back, She never did. My mother by the standards of today, I think, would be called plain. She wastall and slender with light brown hair and gray eyes that looked out on the world in honesty and deep kindness. In all the young years of her married life she never once had a really nice dress or any of the aids to good looks that women of today consider necessities. But her teeth were perfect--no one ever forgot her smile or the kindness in her eyes. And she had: the gentlest touch I have ever known. The first clear memory! have of my mother was watching her say goodbye to my father who was leaving for The white fir, found in ~ the entire western pine ree. . somewhere to find work. Her face was gray white and her GRACE HIMES THE PAST IN PICTURES Political Prospecting NORTHERN CALIF. f CITIZENS FOR . PROPOSTION SIX of Proposition 6 on the November general election ballot is under way with the formation of an executive committee of Californians assessed for purposes operating: under the cam~ edn paign organization name of “Northern California Citieyes were full of tears as she turned back to the house that wasto be ourhome. . remember feeling sad for a minute ~ -the new place we were to live in was too exciting and mysterious to allow any feeling but curiosity to fill my small mind. Bertie, my oldest brother, then about nine, held tight to mother’s hand, though, until she smiled through her tears and “said, "Scoot, children and find more wood. There's water to heat. " But I had to explore’ first. The kitchen was big and ghostly with a well in the center and dirty whitewash on the walls. The frontroom, two steps up from the kitchen , was dark with drawn raggedy blinds; and the two bedrooms echoed to my steps. Outside there were a big barn, sheds and a barbwire fence that stretched away to the Browns Valley hills, But by the house two catalpa trees were in fullbloom. All about us waved an ocean of grain --waved and dipped and rippled te and beyond the banks of old Nigger Jack Slough, a beautiful silver creek that meandered through miles of farms until it finally joined the Feather river near Marysville. The man who drove away with my father that day left a load of furniture by the kitchen door. Mother looked helplessly at it for a minute, then rolled up her sleeves and began to scrub the kitchen, stopping at intervals to care for baby Fred who slept in a basket on the porch . As evening approached we could dimly see, far off across the plains, smoke from farm house supper fires, but no sound, Only the gurgling of the slough touched the deep silence that was all about us. Mother was alone but for us children--the oldest only nine. Papa, as lonely as we were, wason his way to far offIdahotowork in the mines. Work in the 1890's was scarce and hard to find. Farm work paid a dollar a day--a sixteen hour day of drudgery that only husky men could stand--and even it was not plentiful. Those were the days of tramps who roamed the countryside, some really looking for work but many just living off the people--begging, stealing and sleeping in the farmer's barns. Mother was the only woman in our neighborhood who was alone with small children but I never heard her complain and I do remember in summer, when the chores were done, how in the evening we all gathered on the little porch. She told us stories as she rocked the baby to sleep. And I remember it was such a happy time. Mother never forgot an important holiday and she made Easter and Christmas expecially memorable. She must have saved eggs for weeks in the little homemade cooler she had contrived herself, for Easter morning was always a wild scramble to see which of us could find the most eggs, beautiful brightly colored eggs secreted in every bunch of grass near the house. Mother colored the eggs with bits of calico Yrom our clothes. And, Christmas! the children of today could never possibly know the thrill of a mosquito bar stocking stuffed with hard red candy an orange and a big red apple! Every Christmas eve we'd gather around her in the little front room, now cozy and bright-with fresh wall paper and rag rugs--the little Alice stove glowing it's hardest--to listen to the age old story of Christ that is always new’. Mother was our rock of strength. If coyotes howled just back of our barn, if doors rattled and winds moaned it wasthat much nicer in the house. Mother was there and all was well in our world. (to be concluded) , zens for Proposition 6.” Proposition 6, which approved by a _ two-thirds’ vote of the California State Legislature, is supported by leading civic and other organizations. It estbalishes the manner in which nonprofit golf courses should be The campaign on behalf ation, and is designed to promote the theme “Keep THE DEATH — OF A PRINCESS By JACK MINER Ever since the first adventurer rushed to dig the gold from Deer Creek, Mosquito, Wolf and Little Wolf Creeks, and blast it from the hills of Nevada City and Grass Valley, he has felt the urge to go on to the next strike when the news of one reached him; but he usually came home again when the excitement was past, or the new diggins had petered out. By horse, by mule, by stage coach, by foot and by boat he rushed forth, and by the same means did: he return, The Washoe silver-and-gold strike saw him— Fraser River, Oregon, Kern River, Idaho, Montana, British Columbia, Alaska, too. By schooner or full-rigged ship, tug or steamer he traveled to the northern shore; once there, dog teams and snowshoes and, often, sheer willpower carried him the rest of the way to the frozen, gold-laden hinterlands. The height of the trek to Alaska lasted from the middle of the last’ decade of the -past century to well into the second decade of this century. Many a Nevada County miner took the first lap of the journey by the Canadian Pacific Company's steamer the SS Princess May. She was a proud, and for the times: a luxurious, fast, dependable ship. For many years she carried goldseekers and dreamers alike from the sunny ports of the Pacific Coast to the somber inlet towns of Alaska. There seemed to be no end to her; ice, storms, deep fogs didn’t bother her. Faithfully she carried’ on until the black, overcast night of August 5, 1910, when she mr . thrust her slender hull high on‘a rocky spit of Sentinel Island. She didn’t meet her end broken and unkempt; she ran the jutting shoal whole and on even keel. When the tide went out, she sat there in her full Jength as though keeping faith with her passengers—not one life was lost. Later, winter storms came to break her asunder. but by then those who loved her were safe and far away; some, perhaps, back in Nevada County, reading with sorrow about the death of the Princess they had known. The photo was taken by E. Andrews of Douglas, Alaska, shortly after the Princess May’s disastef; TRAFFIC JAM STUDY? No, this superhighway tieup of "dream" cars is being analyzed by two of the judges in the 1960 Fisher Body Craftsman’s Guild model car competition. Judging of hundreds of these scale miniature cars is now in progress to determine teen-age winCalifornia Green!” ners of $117,000 in cash awards and university scholarships. 3 «

" Page 2° _ . Nevada couNTy NUGGET t iw COUNTY wr AT NEW HEALTH PLANS ment heads will consider The supervisors suggested i0oking for a new health inthat county department surance-plan for county emheads seek figures from ployes in the near future. were told by County Clerk John T. Trauner that CPS has announced an increase of rates and insertion“of a $50 deductible clause in the Published Every Wednesday By NEVADA COUNTY NUGGET, INC, , 132 Main St., Nevada City, Calif.Telephone Grass Valley or Nevada City 126 Alfred E. Heller.. 1.4.4.. . Publisher R. Dean Thompson, ..... . Editor-Manager Don Fairclough, .... . . .Circulation Maneger Clarice Mc Whinney. ..... 4. Aft Editor Margaret Abrahamson ..... . Society Editor’ Second class postage paid at Nevada City, Calif. Adjudicated a legal newspaper of general circulation by the Nevada County Superior Court, June 3, 1960 Decree No. 12,406 Subscription Rates: One year, $3.00; Two years, $5.00. Three years, $7.00. Brinted by Berliner & Mc Ginnis, Nevada City. EDITORIAL Official Objections Were Ignored Last week the assembly interim committee on transportation and commerce heard some testimony in San Francisco which has direct bearing on Nevada City's current effort to have the state highway commission review the proposed freeway route in the downtown area. Ray E. Johnson of Chico, representing the opponents of a proposed freeway route which would bisect Bidwell Park in that city, pointed out that the route selection largely igriored the wishes of the people to preserve community values. He said there was inadequate consultation of local agencies. He indicated that the city council had been pressured into signing a freeway agreement in spite of previously expressed objections. Now we are not well acquainted with the Chico situation and we do not want to pass judgement onit. But we do know that Johnson's statement, which urged legislation to provide greater participation of local agencies in determining freeway routes, echoedmany sentiments which have beenexpressed in Nevada City ever since the downtown route was adopted in £952» It is well known, for example, that on September 6, 1951, a committee of three was appointed by the Nevada City Council to present objection tothe proposed downtown route to the state highway commission. This committee was composed of the mayor of Nevada City; Mr. Taylor, city engineer Ed C. Uren, and city attorney John L.-Larue. This committee appeared before the state highway commission on September 20. The committee pointed out that a freeway was favoredin Nevada City, but that the proposed route was the wrong route. Uren statedthatthe Plaza area was the heart of Nevada City. "Destroy this and you go far toward destroying Nevada City. We ask you toconsider our town with some special concern because it is a ture California shrine. With the doom of gold mining, we must have some other attraction to draw tourists to the area." The highway commission listened to this official objection from Nevada City and then proceeded to press for the Plaza route. It is well known, also, that a member ‘of the council at the time which finally adopted the downtown route stated publicly at the recent mass freeway public hearing that inacting as it did the council had to consider the fact that the highway division "carries a big stick." Is it not about time that the people of Nevada City (or Chico, if their case is legitimate) call the bluff of the responsible state agencies? Itis clear that official objections from Nevada City were ignored. It is clear that some kind of pressure was applied on at least one member of the city council, in 19$2. It is clear thata system that allows this sort of thing does indeedrequire provision for greater local participation in determining freeway routes. Nevada County departcounty's policy. other insurance companies, Supervisors last week gion, bears cones four to eight inches long. Cos $.5 ENTINEL t*tSLAND ~ MY MOTHER By Grace Himes My mother was the bravest woman I have ever known. She was not a pioneer in the sense we think of pioneers now. Even my grandparents were not of the first to come West. But her life was centainly as hard as theirshad been and she lived as bravely and uncomplainly as the earliest pioneer woman who ever came by the Overland Trail. She displayed her first bravery. when she defied my stern old grandfather and married my father, a stranger, who had one day, come up the walk of my grandfather's beautiful ranch home 10 miles northeast of Marysville to ask for work, My father at 30 years of age was almost totally deaf-an affliction that had come on him almost overnightafter a siege of erysipelas. Having lost his way of life-<he was a telegraph operator--frustration, fear and insecurity drove him to seek any kind of work that he might live. Hewas deeply kind but headstrong and quick tempered , and his people educated conservative Easterners had long ago rejected him as a menace to their way of life. Lonely, desperate --not even well--this was the man. who walked hesitantly up to my grand parents' front door to ask for work, My grandfather stromed to the door--another tramp-and at the front door! Well, he's soon be shown his place! But when he opened the door he hesitated. The man standing there in well tailored but now dusty clothes-the handsome, intelligent face that was turned to his was most certainly not atramp's, "Well?" grandfather's voice was brusque. My father stepped closer, "I am very deaf butI hope you might have some kind of work I could do. I have never done ranch work but I can learn." He was given work, hard grueling work that ended in seriousillnes, and my mother's love that lasted through the rest ofhislife and after.. she left her parent's home the finest in Cordua District where they lived, to go with my father and live in a one room cabin miles away on the prairie. And my grandfather watching her go, his heart filled with bitterness, love and hurt pride, told her

not to come back, She never did. My mother by the standards of today, I think, would be called plain. She wastall and slender with light brown hair and gray eyes that looked out on the world in honesty and deep kindness. In all the young years of her married life she never once had a really nice dress or any of the aids to good looks that women of today consider necessities. But her teeth were perfect--no one ever forgot her smile or the kindness in her eyes. And she had: the gentlest touch I have ever known. The first clear memory! have of my mother was watching her say goodbye to my father who was leaving for The white fir, found in ~ the entire western pine ree. . somewhere to find work. Her face was gray white and her GRACE HIMES THE PAST IN PICTURES Political Prospecting NORTHERN CALIF. f CITIZENS FOR . PROPOSTION SIX of Proposition 6 on the November general election ballot is under way with the formation of an executive committee of Californians assessed for purposes operating: under the cam~ edn paign organization name of “Northern California Citieyes were full of tears as she turned back to the house that wasto be ourhome. . remember feeling sad for a minute ~ -the new place we were to live in was too exciting and mysterious to allow any feeling but curiosity to fill my small mind. Bertie, my oldest brother, then about nine, held tight to mother’s hand, though, until she smiled through her tears and “said, "Scoot, children and find more wood. There's water to heat.. " But I had to explore’ first. The kitchen was big and ghostly with a well in the center and dirty whitewash on the walls. The frontroom, two steps up from the kitchen , was dark with drawn raggedy blinds; and the two bedrooms echoed to my steps. Outside there were a big barn, sheds and a barbwire fence that stretched away to the Browns Valley hills, But by the house two catalpa trees were in fullbloom. All about us waved an ocean of grain --waved and dipped and rippled te and beyond the banks of old Nigger Jack Slough, a beautiful silver creek that meandered through miles of farms until it finally joined the Feather river near Marysville. The man who drove away with my father that day left a load of furniture by the kitchen door. Mother looked helplessly at it for a minute, then rolled up her sleeves and began to scrub the kitchen, stopping at intervals to care for baby Fred who slept in a basket on the porch . As evening approached we could dimly see, far off across the plains, smoke from farm house supper fires, but no sound, Only the gurgling of the slough touched the deep silence that was all about us. Mother was alone but for us children--the oldest only nine. Papa, as lonely as we were, wason his way to far offIdahotowork in the mines. Work in the 1890's was scarce and hard to find. Farm work paid a dollar a day--a sixteen hour day of drudgery that only husky men could stand--and even it was not plentiful. Those were the days of tramps who roamed the countryside, some really looking for work but many just living off the people--begging, stealing and sleeping in the farmer's barns. Mother was the only woman in our neighborhood who was alone with small children but I never heard her complain and I do remember in summer, when the chores were done, how in the evening we all gathered on the little porch. She told us stories as she rocked the baby to sleep. And I remember it was such a happy time. Mother never forgot an important holiday and she made Easter and Christmas expecially memorable. She must have saved eggs for weeks in the little homemade cooler she had contrived herself, for Easter morning was always a wild scramble to see which of us could find the most eggs, beautiful brightly colored eggs secreted in every bunch of grass near the house. Mother colored the eggs with bits of calico Yrom our clothes. And, Christmas! the children of today could never possibly know the thrill of a mosquito bar stocking stuffed with hard red candy an orange and a big red apple! Every Christmas eve we'd gather around her in the little front room, now cozy and bright-with fresh wall paper and rag rugs--the little Alice stove glowing it's hardest--to listen to the age old story of Christ that is always new’. Mother was our rock of strength. If coyotes howled just back of our barn, if doors rattled and winds moaned it wasthat much nicer in the house. Mother was there and all was well in our world. (to be concluded) , zens for Proposition 6.” Proposition 6, which approved by a _ two-thirds’ vote of the California State Legislature, is supported by leading civic and other organizations. It estbalishes the manner in which nonprofit golf courses should be The campaign on behalf ation, and is designed to promote the theme “Keep THE DEATH — OF A PRINCESS By JACK MINER Ever since the first adventurer rushed to dig the gold from Deer Creek, Mosquito, Wolf and Little Wolf Creeks, and blast it from the hills of Nevada City and Grass Valley, he has felt the urge to go on to the next strike when the news of one reached him; but he usually came home again when the excitement was past, or the new diggins had petered out. By horse, by mule, by stage coach, by foot and by boat he rushed forth, and by the same means did: he return, The Washoe silver-and-gold strike saw him— Fraser River, Oregon, Kern River, Idaho, Montana, British Columbia, Alaska, too. By schooner or full-rigged ship, tug or steamer he traveled to the northern shore; once there, dog teams and snowshoes and, often, sheer willpower carried him the rest of the way to the frozen, gold-laden hinterlands. The height of the trek to Alaska lasted from the middle of the last’ decade of the -past century to well into the second decade of this century. Many a Nevada County miner took the first lap of the journey by the Canadian Pacific Company's steamer the SS Princess May. She was a proud, and for the times: a luxurious, fast, dependable ship. For many years she carried goldseekers and dreamers alike from the sunny ports of the Pacific Coast to the somber inlet towns of Alaska. There seemed to be no end to her; ice, storms, deep fogs didn’t bother her. Faithfully she carried’ on until the black, overcast night of August 5, 1910, when she mr . thrust her slender hull high on‘a rocky spit of Sentinel Island. She didn’t meet her end broken and unkempt; she ran the jutting shoal whole and on even keel. When the tide went out, she sat there in her full Jength as though keeping faith with her passengers—not one life was lost. Later, winter storms came to break her asunder. but by then those who loved her were safe and far away; some, perhaps, back in Nevada County, reading with sorrow about the death of the Princess they had known. The photo was taken by E. Andrews of Douglas, Alaska, shortly after the Princess May’s disastef; TRAFFIC JAM STUDY? No, this superhighway tieup of "dream" cars is being analyzed by two of the judges in the 1960 Fisher Body Craftsman’s Guild model car competition. Judging of hundreds of these scale miniature cars is now in progress to determine teen-age winCalifornia Green!” ners of $117,000 in cash awards and university scholarships. 3 «