July 20, 1960 (8 pages)

on after days of scouring the bothood on horseback, and she came home glowing. The cow was a huge, ugly range cow that had lost her calf and because she was wild and unbroken, Mother got her for $15. The cattleman who sold her to Mother looked worriedly at her as he said, “She's mean and dangerous. Keepthechildren away. Wear men's clothes when you go near her and alwayshave a pitchfork handy, “ They brought her the next day, red eyed and bellowing . She charged Carlo, our dog, and chased him under the house where he stayed two days too afraid to even come Out to eat, Butsome way Mother tamed and milked her and baby Freds wan little face grew round and rosy. Sometimes for quite a while everything would go smoothly if Gne-ever couldcall ranch life smooth. Carlo went mad from a skunk bite and had to bé killed; prairie fires burned acres of grain and kept us in the olive orchard across the road all night; someone stole half our chickens, But the thing that scared us most was an awful looking man's face that peered at us throught the kitchen window late one night. Mother grabbed the pistol that Papa left her from the cupboard top, and saying, "Bolt the door behind me,” went out into the pftch black night. We heard a shot and another while we cowered together in the locked house and <frer a while Mother called, “It's me dear, letmein.” Mother had fired to scare the man ~-a drug addict we learned later--and a sneak thief who had been run out of Marysville. I remember waking one night about midnight tomore terror than I'd ever known. Someone smashed the bedroom window with a rock and then the night was made hideous with screams and shots, anda man's voice yelled, "We know you're alone and we're coming in.” Men were riding around and around our house yelling and cursing. I ran for Mother's room but Bertie was there before me, trying to load the shotgun and being sick on the floor at the same time. Mother took the gun from the shaking little hands and pushing it through the broken window she shot the full magazine out. Pounding hoofs faded into the night. Mother had recognized the man's voice. Itwas Hathwell, a drunken remittance man who gathered tramps from Marysville's bars, then raided the countryside. All of us slept with Mother the rest of the night. In the morning all she said was, "Old Hathwell won't bother us again. He knows now we can shoot.” terror, the scrimping, the going without, the fight to keep her little family together and death at bay--all of this she bore with a soldier's courage but once at what seemed a simple thing { saw her lips treinble and once I saw her heart broken, It was November, a hazy sweet November that made one glad just to be alive, and the day was Saturday. Mother and Bertie were cleaning the barn and 1 was giving the baby his breakfast and trying to housebreak our new puppy at she same time when someone drove up to the porch. Two men who looked so dressed up to me I was scared to death, were alighting from a carriage and coming tothe door. I opened the door on a crack. What I saw were fine looking men, their hats in their hands, asking for Papa. Some way they looked familiar--the faces, not the clothes. What they saw was a homely little girl, tow headed and not very clean peeking at them like a caged coyote. I ran out the back door for Mother. Mother dropped the shovel she was holding and looked down at her dress and rubber boots, then squaring her thin shoulders she walked back to the house where the men waited. I followed and still, through all of these years, I'm hating them the way they looked at Mother's clothes before they spoke. “We are Fred's broth er s--passing through Marysville and having an extra day we stopped to see him." Not us--just Papa. Mother told them where he was and she told them about his health and offered them coffee or lunch both of which they politely refused. I saw her lip tremble; Bertie saw it too, F As they were leaving one of them spoke, “Do you live alone in this country, or have you relatives near?" Bertie answered, "You passed our Gramps' home on your way here, the big white house with the garden full of flowers, He don't like us either, " When they were gone Bertie turned to Mother, “Why do they think they are so wonderful. Who are they and what do they do?” 4 Mother waited a minute before she spoke. "They are your father's brothers. One is a lawyer, the other works for the government. Bertie, they are wealthy people, they could never understand the way we live. Even your father isn't very happy with us, you know that," Bertie's face was streaked with tears. “I love you so, Mama--you're a million times better than they are. I wish" ---he struggled for words, "I wish they hadtoclean barns." Allofusthought of the men who had just left, their clothes, even their gloves and we all burst out laughing. We laughed and we laughed at the thought of them cleaning barns and that was the best thing. It healed our hurts and made smaller for Mother the thing that had just happened. Well, the winterpassed and spring came again, spring so lovely and perfect it seemed God must have given it His special attention and perhaps a thought, too, to us, for never had tings been so good. We were all well and Bertie's marks at school were our pride and joy. Hehad taught me to read, too, and little Al was learning his abc's, Mother had managed so cleverly she was saving a good part of Papa's checks; we worked, played and sang the days through. And then came the last day, of school and the school picnic that was given in the river bottom. Bertie, all dressed up in the new suit Mother had gotten him for the school exercises laughed with the pure joy of living as he scrambled on his shaggy pony, Johnnie-then waved us goodbye ashe turned toward the river road, We never saw him again. His broken body was brought home that afternoon--an accident they said--he climbed the tallest tree.But Mother understood. The boy's brave heart was hardened to fear for danger was a common thing to us, Mrs. Himes, former Neniscence of the California vada City librarian and resi“prairie” at the tum of the dent of the town for nearly century. 40 years, presented in this* Elizabeth M. Smiley was two-part series a remimother of the author. NOTICE . The general permit “for shall be done in the manner All of this Mother took in stride--the loneliness, the] ” Allin A ®. . Camp Fire Girls from Camp Celio, Oakland, Camp Augusta, Piedmont; Camp . Gold Hollow, Vallejo, and Camp Minaluta, Sacramento ! come to Nevada County each summer between July Ist and July 2lst. This is the fifth year that the Campfire Girls have been coming to Lake Vera. Director of Camp Watonda, where these pictures weretaken, isFrances Malefyt, of Berkelky. CAMP FIRE GIRLS. canoeing is at least the burning ofleavesor other andat the time approved by half the fun of going te like material" issued last fall him, and under such proper. Camp Watonda at is hereby revoked as of July safeguards as he may direct] Lake Ver a. These 20, 1960. On and after that astotime and Weather---," date all persons shall comply Fire permits must be obgirls are from the Alawith City Ordinance no 211 tained in. person at the City} meda Camp Fire Counwhich provides in part that Hall. The burning of refuse cil in the Bay area. “itshall be unlawful for any on the street pavement is proother combustible material hibited because the fire burns From left to right are in any street, alley or lot, the oil out of the pavement . Kathy Hughes, Doris eo _ _ €xcept by special permission and ruins the surface, BurnSimon and Phyllis. of the Chief of the Fire Deing may only be done during ¢ partment when such burning daylight hours, 5 . Norman Kopp, Chief : Nevada City Fire Department Mathewson. At right is shown a swimming class . A Day © « XL ¥ ¥ Nugget photo story by. E. Lincoln Abrahamson “ oe tae Met © : : Peg Se ety 2 me . ey a ay ee ‘ 4 ’ *: GIRLS.Any number of things can be learned while at summer camp. Thesegirls are learning to make blue prints. -believe itornot.Kathy Hayes looks onwhilé. Lois Cohen, counselor, washes a print and Phyllis Hochstadt: (seated) looks at a completed print. + a RESPECT FOR THE FLAG OF OUR COUNTRY is illustrated by the manner in which Carol Cook, Laurie Jamieson and Renda Patrick raise the flag each morning at camp. ns ; ears se 4 ‘ Rie 5 : \ 4 ‘ ; : A ee f “Te } . vo ® ’ 1 ac 8 s i N bt aus," 5 » PS i ~, r ee 6. oe eh r PULLINGA BOW can have its problems, but Gladys Maurice and Cathy Caccettine seemto have mastered the art of keeping their arms turned in rather than chancing a bruise from upper arm to wrist. planninig Nevada City co: document, It ae extreme, tah. pro. It recognizes problems besetting this ward solutions, The only way the writers could have avoided the "extre label we have been for them to ignore these problems, Sen. Kennedy had a staff of about 60 on the convention floor at all times, with key men assigned to. key delegations. (The hoplessness of the California split was reflected in the fact that little Kennedy staff manpower was wasted on the huge delegation.) Just as impressive as the Kennedy floor organization was that of the major TV networks, whose roving reporters constituted a far-flung, tightly-constrolled--and expensive--"spy” organization. So effective were the networks in anticipating floor activity that it struck me that in a future year a candidate who had gained control of the NBC or CBS teams could beat even the likes of Kennedy for the nomination, In actual fact I think that in certain ways TV could alter the course of a convention and I think both parties should at least study this possibility, A small example of TV interference! saw Thursday night in front of the California delegation. Gov. Brown entered the hall shortly before the balloting for vice president, As he came down the aisle to his seat he was surrounded and halted bya knot of TV, radio, andnews reporters and photographers . He had not even had a chance to talk to Sen. Clair Engle, the delegation chairman, before he found himself being interviewed on nationwide TV. He had with him “a pile of mimeo sheets announcing his support of Kennedy's vice presidential choice, Before these could be distributed to his own delegation, home TV viewers were apprised of his sentiments on a variety of topics, But the Governor had a revolt of certain anti ~Lyndon Johnson delegates on his hands at the very moment and it is possible he could haye used those minutes on TV to good advantage within the delegation, (As it turned out, the revolt came to nothing as it was forestalled by the nomination -by-acclamation of Sen. Johnson, ) TV people werenot the only ones to impose electronic diversions onthe floor,-The California delegation itself had a complicated walkie-talkie control system for its own use. Delegation staff members seemed to enjoy playing the roles of B-movie space men while the rest of the convention attempted to choose leaders for the nation . And banks of phones, keyboards, buzzers, and mysterious boxes with blinking lights were scattered around the floor ; to add to the electronic confusion, ttt tte ee eee Asis well known, the governor's convention performance came in for a great deal of unfavorable press commentary . However, ifKennedy does well in November, especially in California, the governor will probably find himself being praised for the very things-he.is-being damned for today. teeter eeee sy Congressman Harold T. "Bizz" Johnson, representing this district as a delegate, voted for Lyndon Johnson on the Presidential roll call, However, he has expressed himself as being very well satisfied with the Kenn edyJohnson ticket, SIERRA BYWAYS BY DEAN THOMPSON Trash can be a problem. Especially when it take¢ . five loads to clear the street in front of one Nevada City lot. back.” In any event, the Nevada City Council-is giving notice that the city is not in the €rash collection busi-« ness, Residents in Nevada City are warned there is an ordinance in the city which forbids the dumping in city streets of trash. Most of the problem séems to center in the disposal of garden clippings, etc. But lately even garbage seems to have appeared in some spots. . ee2ee8 8 Sometimes you can be taken too literally. Frank Knuckey, Grass Valley police chief, tells of the time his patrolmen noted one of the Grass Valley cabs leaving its station at night—without: lights, but with the windshield wipers madly brushing the clear atmosphere. The patrolmen pulled the cab to the side only to find it wasn’t being driven by a taxi driver after all. “You always tell ush, when we’ve had some drinksh to take a cab. So I did,” the patrolmen were told; ose 8 Got an old picture of a Methodist church along Highway 49? The Methodist Shrines Commission is preparing in map form the location of historical Methodist locations along and adjacent to the Mother Lode highway. Will. P. Ralph, 1711 Francisco Street, Berkeley 3, is appealing for help in an effort to get pictures or sketches of the early church buildings so they can be placed on the map together with historical data. “It is quite possible, even though the building no longer stands, someone in some of the communities can provide copies of photographs and supply some historical] data,” Ralph hopes. “We are appealing to senior citizens, old-time residents, descendants of old-time residents to go through their trunks and search the attics for any photos (post card size will do) of any Methodist church buildings within the county.” : Eleven sites named in this general area include Sierraville, Sierra City, Downieville, Camptonville, North San Juan, Nevada City, Grass Valley, Dutch Flat, Gold Run, Colfax (Iowa Hill), and Auburn. Pictures of other Methodist sites are needed also. Either send directly to Ralph, or to the Nugget and we will forward. e@eee#8e# ~-ON ‘THE PROWL . . . Charles and Opal Vance, formerly of Nevada County Cleaners, are now the owners Suggestions are about that Nevada City begin’ planning the 1962 Fourth of July celebration now. .A misversary of the Grass Valley Chamber of Commerce, originally slated for this Sunday, has been postponed until ??? . . . Rumors have it that a major retailer but denials will be forthcoming until and if the deal is completed. Perhaps this was the “straw that broke the el) of Vance’s Cleaners in Willow Springs, Missouri. . -° . ' F;

on after days of scouring the bothood on horseback, and she came home glowing. The cow was a huge, ugly range cow that had lost her calf and because she was wild and unbroken, Mother got her for $15. The cattleman who sold her to Mother looked worriedly at her as he said, “She's mean and dangerous. Keepthechildren away. Wear men's clothes when you go near her and alwayshave a pitchfork handy, “ They brought her the next day, red eyed and bellowing . She charged Carlo, our dog, and chased him under the house where he stayed two days too afraid to even come Out to eat, Butsome way Mother tamed and milked her and baby Freds wan little face grew round and rosy. Sometimes for quite a while everything would go smoothly if Gne-ever couldcall ranch life smooth. Carlo went mad from a skunk bite and had to bé killed; prairie fires burned acres of grain and kept us in the olive orchard across the road all night; someone stole half our chickens, But the thing that scared us most was an awful looking man's face that peered at us throught the kitchen window late one night. Mother grabbed the pistol that Papa left her from the cupboard top, and saying, "Bolt the door behind me,” went out into the pftch black night. We heard a shot and another while we cowered together in the locked house and <frer a while Mother called, “It's me dear, letmein.” Mother had fired to scare the man ~-a drug addict we learned later--and a sneak thief who had been run out of Marysville. I remember waking one night about midnight tomore terror than I'd ever known. Someone smashed the bedroom window with a rock and then the night was made hideous with screams and shots, anda man's voice yelled, "We know you're alone and we're coming in.” Men were riding around and around our house yelling and cursing. I ran for Mother's room but Bertie was there before me, trying to load the shotgun and being sick on the floor at the same time. Mother took the gun from the shaking little hands and pushing it through the broken window she shot the full magazine out. Pounding hoofs faded into the night. Mother had recognized the man's voice. Itwas Hathwell, a drunken remittance man who gathered tramps from Marysville's bars, then raided the countryside. All of us slept with Mother the rest of the night. In the morning all she said was, "Old Hathwell won't bother us again. He knows now we can shoot.” terror, the scrimping, the going without, the fight to keep her little family together and death at bay--all of this she bore with a soldier's courage but once at what seemed a simple thing { saw her lips treinble and once I saw her heart broken, It was November, a hazy sweet November that made one glad just to be alive, and the day was Saturday. Mother and Bertie were cleaning the barn and 1 was giving the baby his breakfast and trying to housebreak our new puppy at she same time when someone drove up to the porch. Two men who looked so dressed up to me I was scared to death, were alighting from a carriage and coming tothe door. I opened the door on a crack. What I saw were fine looking men, their hats in their hands, asking for Papa. Some way they looked familiar--the faces, not the clothes. What they saw was a homely little girl, tow headed and not very clean peeking at them like a caged coyote. I ran out the back door for Mother. Mother dropped the shovel she was holding and looked down at her dress and rubber boots, then squaring her thin shoulders she walked back to the house where the men waited. I followed and still, through all of these years, I'm hating them the way they looked at Mother's clothes before they spoke. “We are Fred's broth er s--passing through Marysville and having an extra day we stopped to see him." Not us--just Papa. Mother told them where he was and she told them about his health and offered them coffee or lunch both of which they politely refused. I saw her lip tremble; Bertie saw it too, F As they were leaving one of them spoke, “Do you live alone in this country, or have you relatives near?" Bertie answered, "You passed our Gramps' home on your way here, the big white house with the garden full of flowers, He don't like us either, " When they were gone Bertie turned to Mother, “Why do they think they are so wonderful. Who are they and what do they do?” 4 Mother waited a minute before she spoke. "They are your father's brothers. One is a lawyer, the other works for the government. Bertie, they are wealthy people, they could never understand the way we live. Even your father isn't very happy with us, you know that," Bertie's face was streaked with tears. “I love you so, Mama--you're a million times better than they are. I wish" ---he struggled for words, "I wish they hadtoclean barns.." Allofusthought of the men who had just left, their clothes, even their gloves and we all burst out laughing. We laughed and we laughed at the thought of them cleaning barns and that was the best thing. It healed our hurts and made smaller for Mother the thing that had just happened. Well, the winterpassed and spring came again, spring so lovely and perfect it seemed God must have given it His special attention and perhaps a thought, too, to us, for never had tings been so good. We were all well and Bertie's marks at school were our pride and joy. Hehad taught me to read, too, and little Al was learning his abc's, Mother had managed so cleverly she was saving a good part of Papa's checks; we worked, played and sang the days through. And then came the last day, of school and the school picnic that was given in the river bottom. Bertie, all dressed up in the new suit Mother had gotten him for the school exercises laughed with the pure joy of living as he scrambled on his shaggy pony, Johnnie-then waved us goodbye ashe turned toward the river road, We never saw him again. His broken body was brought home that afternoon--an accident they said--he climbed the tallest tree..But Mother understood. The boy's brave heart was hardened to fear for danger was a common thing to us, Mrs. Himes, former Neniscence of the California vada City librarian and resi“prairie” at the tum of the dent of the town for nearly century. 40 years, presented in this* Elizabeth M. Smiley was two-part series a remimother of the author. NOTICE . The general permit “for shall be done in the manner All of this Mother took in stride--the loneliness, the] ” Allin A ®. . Camp Fire Girls from Camp Celio, Oakland, Camp Augusta, Piedmont; Camp . Gold Hollow, Vallejo, and Camp Minaluta, Sacramento ! come to Nevada County each summer between July Ist and July 2lst. This is the fifth year that the Campfire Girls have been coming to Lake Vera. Director of Camp Watonda, where these pictures weretaken, isFrances Malefyt, of Berkelky. CAMP FIRE GIRLS.. canoeing is at least the burning ofleavesor other andat the time approved by half the fun of going te like material" issued last fall him, and under such proper. Camp Watonda at is hereby revoked as of July safeguards as he may direct] Lake Ver a. These 20, 1960. On and after that astotime and Weather---," date all persons shall comply Fire permits must be obgirls are from the Alawith City Ordinance no 211 tained in. person at the City} meda Camp Fire Counwhich provides in part that Hall. The burning of refuse cil in the Bay area. “itshall be unlawful for any on the street pavement is proother combustible material hibited because the fire burns From left to right are in any street, alley or lot, the oil out of the pavement . Kathy Hughes, Doris eo _ _ €xcept by special permission and ruins the surface, BurnSimon and Phyllis. of the Chief of the Fire Deing may only be done during

¢ partment when such burning daylight hours, 5 . Norman Kopp, Chief : Nevada City Fire Department Mathewson. At right is shown a swimming class . A Day © « XL ¥ ¥ Nugget photo story by. E. Lincoln Abrahamson “ oe tae Met © : : Peg Se ety 2 me . ey a ay ee ‘ 4 ’ *: GIRLS..Any number of things can be learned while at summer camp. Thesegirls are learning to make blue prints. -believe itornot..Kathy Hayes looks onwhilé. Lois Cohen, counselor, washes a print and Phyllis Hochstadt: (seated) looks at a completed print. + a RESPECT FOR THE FLAG OF OUR COUNTRY is illustrated by the manner in which Carol Cook, Laurie Jamieson and Renda Patrick raise the flag each morning at camp. ns ; ears se 4 ‘ Rie 5 : \ 4 ‘ ; : A ee f “Te } . vo ® ’ 1 ac 8 s i N bt aus," 5 » PS i ~, r ee 6. oe eh r PULLINGA BOW can have its problems, but Gladys Maurice and Cathy Caccettine seemto have mastered the art of keeping their arms turned in rather than chancing a bruise from upper arm to wrist. planninig Nevada City co: document, It ae extreme, tah. pro. It recognizes problems besetting this ward solutions, The only way the writers could have avoided the "extre label we have been for them to ignore these problems, Sen. Kennedy had a staff of about 60 on the convention floor at all times, with key men assigned to. key delegations. (The hoplessness of the California split was reflected in the fact that little Kennedy staff manpower was wasted on the huge delegation.) Just as impressive as the Kennedy floor organization was that of the major TV networks, whose roving reporters constituted a far-flung, tightly-constrolled--and expensive--"spy” organization. So effective were the networks in anticipating floor activity that it struck me that in a future year a candidate who had gained control of the NBC or CBS teams could beat even the likes of Kennedy for the nomination, In actual fact I think that in certain ways TV could alter the course of a convention and I think both parties should at least study this possibility, A small example of TV interference! saw Thursday night in front of the California delegation. Gov. Brown entered the hall shortly before the balloting for vice president, As he came down the aisle to his seat he was surrounded and halted bya knot of TV, radio, andnews reporters and photographers . He had not even had a chance to talk to Sen. Clair Engle, the delegation chairman, before he found himself being interviewed on nationwide TV. He had with him “a pile of mimeo sheets announcing his support of Kennedy's vice presidential choice, Before these could be distributed to his own delegation, home TV viewers were apprised of his sentiments on a variety of topics, But the Governor had a revolt of certain anti ~Lyndon Johnson delegates on his hands at the very moment and it is possible he could haye used those minutes on TV to good advantage within the delegation, (As it turned out, the revolt came to nothing as it was forestalled by the nomination -by-acclamation of Sen. Johnson, ) TV people werenot the only ones to impose electronic diversions onthe floor,-The California delegation itself had a complicated walkie-talkie control system for its own use. Delegation staff members seemed to enjoy playing the roles of B-movie space men while the rest of the convention attempted to choose leaders for the nation . And banks of phones, keyboards, buzzers, and mysterious boxes with blinking lights were scattered around the floor ; to add to the electronic confusion, ttt tte ee eee Asis well known, the governor's convention performance came in for a great deal of unfavorable press commentary . However, ifKennedy does well in November, especially in California, the governor will probably find himself being praised for the very things-he.is-being damned for today. teeter eeee sy Congressman Harold T. "Bizz" Johnson, representing this district as a delegate, voted for Lyndon Johnson on the Presidential roll call, However, he has expressed himself as being very well satisfied with the Kenn edyJohnson ticket, SIERRA BYWAYS BY DEAN THOMPSON Trash can be a problem. Especially when it take¢ . five loads to clear the street in front of one Nevada City lot. back.” In any event, the Nevada City Council-is giving notice that the city is not in the €rash collection busi-« ness, Residents in Nevada City are warned there is an ordinance in the city which forbids the dumping in city streets of trash. Most of the problem séems to center in the disposal of garden clippings, etc. But lately even garbage seems to have appeared in some spots. . ee2ee8 8 Sometimes you can be taken too literally. Frank Knuckey, Grass Valley police chief, tells of the time his patrolmen noted one of the Grass Valley cabs leaving its station at night—without: lights, but with the windshield wipers madly brushing the clear atmosphere. The patrolmen pulled the cab to the side only to find it wasn’t being driven by a taxi driver after all. “You always tell ush, when we’ve had some drinksh to take a cab. So I did,” the patrolmen were told; ose 8 Got an old picture of a Methodist church along Highway 49? The Methodist Shrines Commission is preparing in map form the location of historical Methodist locations along and adjacent to the Mother Lode highway. Will. P. Ralph, 1711 Francisco Street, Berkeley 3, is appealing for help in an effort to get pictures or sketches of the early church buildings so they can be placed on the map together with historical data. “It is quite possible, even though the building no longer stands, someone in some of the communities can provide copies of photographs and supply some historical] data,” Ralph hopes. “We are appealing to senior citizens, old-time residents, descendants of old-time residents to go through their trunks and search the attics for any photos (post card size will do) of any Methodist church buildings within the county.” : Eleven sites named in this general area include Sierraville, Sierra City, Downieville, Camptonville, North San Juan, Nevada City, Grass Valley, Dutch Flat, Gold Run, Colfax (Iowa Hill), and Auburn. Pictures of other Methodist sites are needed also. Either send directly to Ralph, or to the Nugget and we will forward. e@eee#8e# ~-ON ‘THE PROWL . . . Charles and Opal Vance, formerly of Nevada County Cleaners, are now the owners Suggestions are about that Nevada City begin’ planning the 1962 Fourth of July celebration now. ..A misversary of the Grass Valley Chamber of Commerce, originally slated for this Sunday, has been postponed until ??? . . . Rumors have it that a major retailer but denials will be forthcoming until and if the deal is completed. Perhaps this was the “straw that broke the el) of Vance’s Cleaners in Willow Springs, Missouri. .. -° . ' F;