Keeping My Eyes on Kellogg

This week's Sibling Assignment was given to us by Raymond Pert. Here is his assignment:

Take a picture of something weird or of something not weird in a weird way. Try to make the subject of your picture either unrecognizable or take a picture of something really odd that your viewer won't know what it is.

Post the picture and write a post about it in whatever way you want. You might try to identify what's in the picture or you might write what the picture makes you feel or think about or whatever.

Here is Raymond Pert's post on the picture I sent him, and here is Inland Empire Girl's post on the picture RP sent her. Below is my post based on the photo IEG sent me.

These windows remind me of the garage doors down the street from our old house on McKinley Avenue in Kellogg, located behind the old Bunker Hill office building. This is what I imagine these “eyes” saw over the years as they gazed upon my hometown.

Keeping My Eyes on Kellogg

Hard hat, silver lunch pail, Thermos.
Booted feet shuffling by on the way to the dry.
Cigarette snuffed out on the pavement.
Raised hands in greeting.
Keeping my eyes on Kellogg.

Brown hills, scrubby brush, rust-colored soil.
Smoky haze lingering on top of mountain peak.
Hills aglow with fiery lava.
New formations created each night.
Keeping my eyes on Kellogg.

Lead, arsenic, cadmium.
Milky white creek runs through center of town.
No one dares explore the banks.
Full of poisons from years gone by.
Keeping my eyes on Kellogg.

Neon signs, swinging doors, music blaring.
No parking places uptown on a Friday night.
Payday and everyone’s pockets are full.
Raising glasses and swinging fists.
Keeping my eyes on Kellogg.

Pappy's Pizza: My Most Embarrassing Moment

This week I asked my siblings to write about the following:

"Pick a business in Kellogg where you used to "hang out" in junior high or high school and tell a story about an incident that happened at this location that was really memorable."

The reason I chose this topic was because I knew I could share about my most embarrassing moment.

It was the summer of 1976. I had just finished my seventh year of school, and getting reading to begin 8th grade. My friend RS, who had a boyfriend who was going to be a sophomore, called me up to see if I wanted to go on a double date to the movies with her and her boyfriend, and another guy, DS. I asked my parents to see if I could, they said yes, so I said okay.

(As I look back on this incident, I ask myself, "What in the world were my parents thinking?? I was only just barely 13 years old, and they were letting me go on a "car date" with a guy two years older than me.)

So RS kind of orchestrated the whole evening, and it kind of started off on a bad note. Well first, her boyfriend ended up not coming, so it was just her and DS and myself.

DS was suppose to pick me up at my house, but they had car trouble or a flat tire or something, so I was told to start walking toward the Rena Theater, where we would be watching a movie, and they would pick me up.

So I only got about a block down the road when DS and RS pulled up in DS's dad's powder blue Cadillac (I kid you not).

So I piled in and we went to the movie. I was very nervous. I had never done this before, and wasn't quite sure how to act. He did kiss me at the end of the movie, which was rather weird.

Then we headed to the local hangout in Kellogg at the time, Pappy's Pizza. We joined a group of people, and sat a visited. I remember one moment of humiliation when my friend AV's older sister CV came in and came over and asked me if I was on a date. It was very embarrassing.

Well, I guess DS was bored at Pappy's Pizza, so he asked if I wanted to go for a ride. I said sure and we headed off toward the Powder Blue Cadillac in the parking lot. RS was staying behind.

Here comes the rather embarrassing part. As he opened his driver's side door to let me in, he opened it up just as a car next to the Powder Blue Cadillac was pulling out. The fender of that car hooked on the open car door, and proceeded to pull the car door back, and do quite a bit of damage.

As this was happening, I sat inside the Powder Blue Cadillac listening to the comments made about the incident by people who witnessed it. One comment that sticks out in my memory was, "I'd make her pay for it,".

At some point, I escaped my Powder Blue Cadillac prison, and ran inside to tell RS what had happened. She came outside. Eventually, DS closed the door enough on the driver's side so he could at least drive it home.

It was a really long ride home that evening.

DS took RS home to Pinehurst, and then drove me home back to Kellogg, It was a very long ride home. And I never spoke to home about it again.

But for a young girl, just barely 13, it was a very embarrassing experience.

Take a Picture Tuesday--Dad at the Sunshine Inn

My Dad as a bartender at the Sunshine Inn in Kellogg.

As I reported below on my Winter Walk, the Sunshine Inn is reopening soon.

The Sunshine Inn holds many memories for our family as we grew up here in Kellogg.

One reason was Dad was employed as a bartender at the Sunshine Inn.

My memories are of going out to dinner at the Sunshine Inn, and eating in the Jackass Room, where a large picture of Noah Kellogg and his jackass hung on the wall.

One favorite treat of mine was a drink called a Shirley Temple. You would get it served in a tall glass, with a marachino cherry sticking out on top.

The drink is made up of 7-Up and grenandine syrup. At least that is the version I remember.

I always enjoyed dining at the Sunshine Inn. The owners names were Sig and Bunnie Peterson, and I think they were always good to my dad.

So, now, once it is opening again, maybe I can take my girls to the Sunshine Inn and they can have Shirley Temples with a meal while dining in the Jackass Room.

I wonder if Noah and his companion still hang on the wall?

Winter Walk--The Road That Leads Me to My Door

Here is what the road in front of my house looked like this morning as I left NR at her home, and headed for my own door. I love the snow. But I don't like it when it gets to this phase, all slushy, and dirty with big puddles all around. Driving down our rode is like being on the "Indiana Jones Adventure" ride at Disneyland. The ride was fun at Disneyland. It gets a little old each day driving to work in these conditions, and my drive to work is only about three minutes.

Well, I can take consolation in the fact I don't have a giant snowball hurtling toward me that I have to dodge as I make my way to work each morning. Now, if that was the case, my morning commute would be quite an adventure.

Winter Walk--A Little Kellogg History

For those of you who may want to learn a little about Kellogg's history, I took a picture of this sign on my morning walk.

Yes, if the truth be told, Kellogg was discovered by a jackass, and Kellogg is still inhabited by its descendants.

A proud hertitage if there ever was one.

Seriously though, I enjoy this mythical lore that surrounds the founding of this area. Here is how the story goes.

In 1885, Noah Kellogg was a prospector who was living in Murray, Idaho during the gold rush. He wasn't having much luck around Murray, so he bought a grubstake with the help of two businessmen, Mr. Cooper and Mr. Peck, and also purchased an obnoxious jackass, and headed south over the hills to the south fork of the Coeur d'Alene River.

He eventually headed up Milo Gulch, toward what is now known as Wardner, Idaho. Supposedly his jackass took off, and, one of the stories says that Noah found his jackass mezmerized by the outcropping of galena (lead ore) he saw on the side of the mountain.

This probably isn't exactly true, but it is said myth always has some part of truth in the telling.

Noah wasn't familiar with galena, so he took a sample back to Murray and showed it to his buddy Phil O' Roarke, who knew exactly what it was, and the value of this mineral.

They returned to the site, and old Noah double crossed the business partners, and put a new mining claim on the land.

But old Noah wasn't too smart. Because the first time he was up there, he wrote up a claim including the two businessmen, and later it was found on the ground.

So Cooper and Peck took old Noah to court in Murray, and they won, so Noah was ordered by the court to give these two guys part of the claim. So then they were all part owners in the Bunker Hill and Sullivan Mining Company.

In the meantime, Noah got a town named after him...Kellogg, Idaho.

That is how my hometown was named.

Take a Picture Tuesday: Morning Walks

After 120 My Tree pictures, I am moving on to another photo project this year.

Every Monday through Friday morning my friend Nikki and I walk about 40 minutes around Kellogg. I am going to take my camera with us in the morning, and take different pictures along our route and watch how the town changes with the seasons.

I thought for those of you who haven't been to Kellogg in a while, you may be interested in what it looks like. And, if you have never been to Kellogg, you may enjoy getting to know my hometown a little better.

This morning I took quite a few pictures to get started. But I'll probably only end up sharing one a day from now on.

But, for those of you who like the tree pics, don't worry. I'm sure I'll find ways of slipping in more pictures of the tree throughout the year as it changes throughout the seasons as well.

So, here are some pics from this morning's walk.

Our local ski resort, Silver Mountain Gondola Village,

looks beautiful each morning as we walk by,

with all the lights, and the snow piled high.

Here the gondola cars wait silently in the early morning hours to begin to make their journey on the world's longest single stage people carrier in the world, at 3.1 miles.

These trees in front of the Kellogg School District Office are beautiful to look at each morning, especially when they are covered with snow, and the lights stream through them from behind.

Stein's in no longer an IGA store. It is now Stein's Family Foods. No longer can one say, "I'm going down to IGA to pick up some milk." IGA no longer has a warehouse in Spokane, so the decision to go with Family Foods was based on the closeness of their grocery warehouse.

"Jolt n' Bolt", a espresso drive thru, had an early morning customer today. They are located in the Stein's parking lot, and serve good drinks. In fact, I treated myself to a Mocha today. I hadn't had one in months!!

Thus begins my new photography journey. Hope you plan to come along!!

Take a Picture Tuesday--Snow! Snow! Snow!

Roads converge each year for KHS Class of 81

Kellogg High School Class of 1981

The long and winding road

That leads to your door

Will never disappear

I've seen that road before

It always leads me here

lead me to your door.

The class song for the Kellogg High School Class of 1981 was The Beatles tune "The Long and Winding Road". I am fortunate each holiday season that the long and winding road of some of my classmates converge at a certain point and we get together for lunch and a gift exchange.

Today, CC, PW, TD, BE and myself gathered at Noah's Canteen at the Silver Mountain Gondola Base for lunch and a wonderful afternoon of visiting and reminiscing about old times. Unfortunately, CF was unable to be with us.

Three of us, CC, BE and myself have known each other since kindergarten. TD and PW joined us in seventh grade. They were two of the "wild" Pinehurst kids. When we were all in school, all the seventh graders came together as one class at Kellogg Junior High School. Students from Sunnyside Elementary, Pinehurst Elementary, and Canyon School all came together, and we "innocent" students from Sunnyside always thought the kids from Pinehurst were so "wild".

We have been doing this holiday tradition for seven years now. We began the year I moved back to the valley. The first year we did it so our friend AV, who then lived in Alaska, could see some of her old friends. Then we continued it every year. Sometimes we meet in restaurants in Coeur d'Alene, since three of the group live over there. And sometimes we meet in the valley. It is always a great time.

We joke about how CC always seems to know every detail of all of our lives, and remembers things the rest of us don't. But I think we are getting wise to her. Did those things really happen the way she tells them, or is that her own special version of the story? H-.m-m-m-m.

Today the talk was about fundraising, and how, when we were sophomores, we sold a ton of World's Finest Chocolates, and didn't have to earn any more money for graduation. We were talking about his, because TD and myself both have seniors at Kellogg High School, and now it is the parent's duty to raise money for the end of the year party. Ugh!

And, the older we get, the more our talk tends to veer toward health issues. Sad, isn't it? Today, it was about our eyes, and how the blinding snow hurts our eyes, or how when the cold hits our eyes, they tear up.

After lunch, we came to my house to do our gift exchange, and I served hot buttered rum. My daughters got a big kick out of hearing our conversation and thought we were all pretty crazy. I always feel I laugh harder with my oldest and dearest friends than anyone else. So I'm sure as my girls heard our stories and listened us laugh, they probably did think we were a little crazy!!

I'm glad my girls get the chance to sit and listen to me and my friends share out stories. I was reading Starr's Go Figure blog the other day, and he was talking about recording the stories of those who came before us, so we understand better of who we are. Sitting and listening to my friends and I tell stories help my daughters understand more of where I came from, of who I am, and who they are.

I'm glad our road's converge at year's end, so we can remember who we are, where we come from, and share it all with each other.

This is Where I Belong

I love living in Kellogg, Idaho. This is where I belong.

It is not the city. It is not the country. It is a rural area, population around 2500. It is located within an area called the Silver Valley, with a population around 10,000.

I love living in the place where I was born, because there are so many connections, and I feel a part of where I am living. This is where I belong.

For me, Kellogg is in my very being. I am a part of her rhythm. I have climbed her hills. I have walked, biked, run and driven on her streets. I have swum in her creeks and fished in her rivers. I have played in her parks, and attended her schools. This is where I belong

I come from a mining community, where weather was never really a factor is our everyday life.

After college, I moved to an agricultural community, where they used dry land farming, it was in the middle of a drought, and all they talked about was the weather. That was different.

I grew up in a small, mountainous valley where the river and the Interstate split the two mountain ranges, and for me it was close, and safe and comfortable. I would travel home from eastern Montana, and as soon as I hit the Bitteroot Valley, around Frenchtown, Montana, I would start to feel like I was home. This is where I belong.

Some who came here were stifled by the closed in valley, and would need to leave every so often to keep from suffocating.

To them they were stifled. To me, I was comforted.

My next move was to the Treasure Valley of southern Idaho, to Meridian. It is the high dessert. Lots of sage brush, and foothills, and big, open sky. Over the nine years I lived there, that area became more and more “citified”, gaining more and more people. Malls sprouted up. Subdivisions covered the once fertile farmland. Traffic came to a standstill during the evening rush hour.

My husband and I knew we would eventually end up living here in Kellogg. We didn’t actively pursue coming back, just one of those feelings we knew would come true. And it did. In the summer of 2000, my husband started a job here in Kellogg, and we returned. Kellogg called us back, and we responded with yes, we will come. This is where I belong.

I love many aspects of the “city life”, but I can travel to a city, get my city fix for a day or a weekend, or even a week, then go back to my rural, mountainous valley and enjoy the slower pace and the connection I have with the area my grandparents traveled to and settled in the 1920’s, where my dad was born in 1930, and where I now live, 77 years after his birth, and know…

…this is where I belong.

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Masking my grief: Eulogy for 828 McKinley Avenue, Kellogg, Idaho

Today I pay tribute to a wonderful structure that sheltered our family for almost 6 years. We left this home a little over a year ago, after we bought a new one. We knew we would be the last family to live within its’ walls. We sold our home, knowing some day it would be torn down.

That some day was Tuesday, May 15, 2007.

We knew this was coming, but once you see the pile of wood, and trees and your old hot tub perched on top of a pile of wood, it makes the inevitable rather final.828 McKinley was constructed in 1930 by the Bunker Hill and Sullivan Mining Company. It was right next door to the Bunker Hill office building, which is also being torn down. Over the years it served it many capacities and housed many different families. One of my classmates in grade school lived in that house. A couple different family friends lived in that house. Each of the husbands in these families executives in the Bunker Hill Mining Company.

I remember visiting Kellogg over Fourth of July weekend in July of 2000, and spent some time that weekend looking at houses. It was a rainy, dreary day. I fell in love with this house. It had character. There were hardwood floors, and arched doorways, and French doors, and a big airy kitchen with a view overlooking Kellogg, the town I grew up in, and was now planning to return to live.

We made an offer, it was accepted, and then we waited for our house to sell in Meridian. That seemed like it took forever, but it really only took about 3 months. We lived with my mom, then moved into 828 McKinley in the middle of November. This house would finally become our home.

Right away we loved our home. It had been a vacation rental home for skiers coming into the area, so it was decorated nicely, and we didn’t have to do any fixing up to move in. We laughed in this house. We cried in this house. We yelled in this house. We felt like crawling in a hole and dieing in this house.

Especially when I went through the process of selling it to men who wanted to tear it down and build a condominium.We prayed in this house. We celebrated in this house. We loved in this house. We LIVED in this house.

It was a roller coaster ride I never want to repeat. The process drove me to bed watching West Wing on DVD. It was overwhelming, and I couldn’t deal with the ride any more.

Then in December they came back. I said no. But then my husband took over, and didn’t tell me. He protected me from the talks. But on another cold, rainy day in January, he said he wanted to show me a house. The men had called, and were talking again about buying our house. I looked at the other house. By the end of February, we had sold 828 McKinley, and bought another.
We were able to strip 828 McKinley of many things before the demolition. We have merged two homes into one. Our new home now have crown moldings from the other home. We took doors, windows, toilet, hot water heater, hard wood floors, shelves, to name a few things.

828 McKinley was peaceful and comfortable, and a sanctuary during many troubling times in my life, and the lives of our family. The big maple trees that shaded our house from the sun each summer are now gone. Their beautiful golden leaves each autumn were a showcase in the community. Those trees were close to 80 years old. They didn’t deserve to die this way. I’m glad I didn’t see the large heavy machinery chomp them down.

I will miss 828 McKinley. I feel like I mask my grief, because I’m not sure anyone can understand how painful it is to see 6 years of your life piled up in a garbage heap, ready to be carted off to the dump. No one except the other members of my family.

I feel sad we had to sell it and that it had to be torn down. But it was the right thing to do at the time.

But I could have lived there for the rest of my days.

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Kellogg's Second Chance

This week's Sunday Scribbling's prompt is Second Chance.

Special thanks to my daughter and her partner for the research they did on the reforestation of the Silver Valley that can be viewed here.

My hometown is getting a second chance.

Kellogg, Idaho is part of an area known as the Silver Valley, located in north Idaho along Interstate 90.

This is one of the “final frontiers” to be discovered and pioneered in the United States. For many years it was home to the Schitsu'umsh, the Native American tribe who lived off the land and resided along its many lakes and rivers. See more about the tribe here.

Then the Jesuit Missionaries or “Black Robes” came at the request of the tribe, and built The Cataldo Mission, to help convert the tribe to Christianity. More on the mission and the Black Robes here and here.

From 1858 to 1862, Captain John Mullan constructed a military road from Fort Walla Walla on the Columbia River in Washington to Fort Benton, on the Missouri River, in Montana. This Military Road cut right through what is now the Silver Valley, and went right by the Cataldo Mission.

But it was a rough road to travel, so it didn’t get a lot of traffic, until a prospector named Andrew Pritchard made a discovery of gold on Prichard Creek on the North Fork of the Coeur d’Alene River, which started the Murray Gold Rush in 1883.

Thousand flocked to the find their riches, including a man named Noah Kellogg. Kellogg decided to due some exploring on his own, and headed over the mountain down to the South Fork of the Coeur d’Alene River where, as rumor has it, his jackass was mesmerized by an outcropping of galena on the side of the hill. Whatever the true story is, Noah Kellogg discovered the Bunker Hill and Sullivan Mining Company in 1885. This discovery eventually made Kellogg a mining boom town.

But with mining booms come some harmful effects to the environment. Trees on the hillsides were cut down to provide logs for homes, and timbers to help support the mine tunnels. Soon, the once green hillsides were barren.

In 1917, Bunker Hill constructed a smelter to help melt down the ore and separate the minerals. Sulfuric acid, zinc oxide, phosphate fertilizers, lead, arsenic, cadmium and zinc were the main contaminants from the smelters. These gases from the smelting process, if released into the air, would cause air that was greatly polluted. Because of the contaminants in the air, over 80 percent of the trees were contaminated and could not grow back, because when the pollution, or “smelter smoke” combined with water and clung to the newly formed cones on the trees, it created a condition similar to pouring car battery acid on the cones, and they could not survive.

In 1973, the Bunker Hill Company hired Ed Pommerening to help revegetate the barren hillsides and return them to their original state. It looked as if Kellogg may get a second chance.

But then Kellogg was dealt a big economic blow in 1981. The Bunker Hill Mining Company was closed down, and over 2100 jobs were lost with a $50 million annual payroll. Things looked bleak for this small town that had always relied on “Uncle Bunker” to see them through.

As part of his revegitation process, Pommerening developed an underground greenhouse in one of the tunnels in the Bunker Hill Mine and grew seedlings what were then planted each spring by high school and college students. During the periods of 1975-1982 and 1991-1993, youth throughout the Silver Valley could be found working hard planting trees in the steep, barren terrain of Shoshone County. In the summer, Pommerening was responsible for hiring thirty 16 to 18 year old youth to plant trees. Each person was responsible for planting 200 trees per day.

The United States Environmental Protection Agency, or EPA, moved into the area in 1985. Gulf Resources & Chemical Corp., the last owners of Bunker Hill, were ordered by the EPA to pay for extensive environmental studies. Asarco, Hecla Mining Co., Sunshine Mining Co., and Coeur d' Alene Mines were also charged with the responsibility and costs of replacing contaminated dirt. Kellogg soon became the largest Superfund Site in the United States.

By the end of 1993, Pommerening and his crew were responsible for planting 2.8 million trees amongst 5,000 acres. The hills throughout the Silver Valley that once looked like large dirt mounds have significantly changed. Today there are many species that can be found in the green hills of Kellogg. Ponderosa Pine, White Pine, Quaking Aspen, Ocean Spray, Cyanosis, Snow Berry and grasses flourish throughout the reforested area.

Pommerening’s biggest accomplishment was the survival rate of the trees. When he began the reforestation project he hoped the survival rate of the trees would be 50 percent. What amazed him and others was 80 to 90 percent of the trees survived and are growing healthy today.

The EPA has remediated almost every homeowner’s yard in Kellogg, replacing contaminated dirt with uncontaminated dirt. (Well, some residents wouldn’t agree, because much of the dirt was so contaminated with weeds, that it has been a problem ever since. Our yard is a good example. Our yard was one of the few in the town that didn’t have a high measure of contaminates, so it wasn’t remediated. We hardly have any dandelions in our yard. For most residents in our subdivision, they are infested with them. Most people agree…they were given weedy dirt.)

Kellogg has now been discovered as a year round tourist destination with Silver Mountain Ski Resort in the winter, the Trail of the Coeur d’Alenes for bike riding, as well as many other recreational opportunities.

Because of the reforested hillsides, Kellogg is slowly being restored to the original beauty the Schitsu'umsh once appreciated when the lived along the banks of the Coeur d’Alene River. Wetlands are springing forth on this former marshy area, wildlife is returning to the hills, and fish are now being seen in the once milky white river that flows through town.

I marvel at the hillsides of my youth, and how well the earth can regenerate itself when the pollution and contaminates are gone, and nature can run its course.

It is truly a miracle.

My Own Private Kellogg, Idaho...Is it yours, too?

Mommy Dearest at Brodh2o listed ways she knew she was from Athol, Idaho. She got the idea from Shinie at I Guess This Is Really Growing Up, who did her list on Coeur d'Alene. The assignment for my siblings this week is to write a similar list about Kellogg. Their lists are here and here.

Because I am 8 and 9 years younger than my siblings, it is interesting the things that were around for them to remember, but not me.

Let me know if anything on my list sounds familiar.

1. Bought Candy at Swanson’s Store, a.k.a. the “Little Blue Store” or “Mina’s”.
2. Parked with your boyfriend or girlfriend up Vergobbi Gulch or Ross Ranch.
3. Walked “The Trail” up to Kellogg High School, then past the school and up to the reservoir.
4. You know that “Lead Creek” is the South Fork of the Coeur d’Alene River, and going “Up the River” means going to the North Fork of the Coeur d’ Alene River. You could swim up the river. You couldn’t swim in Lead Creek. (And that’s pronounced crik, not creeeeek.)
5. You refer to the Kellogg’s only subdivision as the “Old Airport”, even though there hasn’t been an airport there for 40 years.
6. You attended either Elk Creek, St. Rita’s, Lincoln, Sunnyside, Wardner, Silver King, Pinehurst or Canyon Elementary before you came into Kellogg to attend junior high and high school.
7. When you were at Sunnyside, the Lincoln School kids seemed mean and scary. When you went to junior high, the kids who came from Pinehurst Elementary seemed mean and scary. 8. When you went to Kellogg High School, the Wallace High kids seemed mean and scary.
9. You knew there were prostitutes in Wallace and they lived on Cedar Street, but you averted your eyes every time you were in Wallace because you were afraid of what you might see.
10. Having an ethnic meal was taking a trip to Wallace and eating at Pepe’s Taco House.
Smelter Smoke was normal.
11. You rarely had new kids in class, and most of the kids you went to kindergarten with in the basement of Kellogg Junior High School you graduated with from Kellogg High School.
12. You took dance lessons from Betty Damiano.
13. You climbed up to the “Keep Idaho Green” sign made with tires spray painted white located on the hills behind your house.
14. You attended the St. Rita’s Bazaar and the Elks Roundup in Kellogg, and Frontier Days in Smelterville.
15. You dressed up funny and walked in the Kellogg Crazy Days parade.
16. The Dave Smith parking lot on Hill Street was once Pappy’s Pizza.
17. Speaking of Dave Smith, you remember when it was once Wellman’s Chevrolet.
18. You remember when Smelterville got the Fun Center, and with it came going Moonlight Bowling, playing Pac Man and Space Invaders, and attending dances at the roller rink.
19. Going swimming in the basement of the YMCA.
20. Remembering the picture of Noah Kellogg and his jackass when you ate in the Noah Kellogg room at the Sunshine Inn.
21. There was a wooden bridge over Lead Creek on Division Street.
22. Ice skating on Elk Creek Pond.
23. Switching the light off and on at the cross at the Kellogg Cemetery.
24. Attending a “kegger” up Latour Creek, or up the river or up some gulch.
25. KWAL was the only radio station you could listen to, because you couldn’t get reception for any others.