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HISTORY OF THE LIVING HISTORIC COMMUNITY
Mineral
King's transition from a mining to a recreational community
was not a sudden change nor was it a planned governmental program.
From the mining boom days of the 1870s until the advent of air-conditioning,
the cool mountain valley was a summer refuge for women and children
escaping the hot, fever-ridden plains of the San Joaquin.
MODERN
SETTLEMENT: A WOMAN'S WORLD
"Our camp
is being deserted rapidly," Emma Crowley wrote her husband from
Mineral King in late August of 1886. "The Pendergrass party rolled
out early this morning. Leavitts will leave early tomorrow morning…Jim
(Emma's young brother-in-law) is so lonesome that he can hardly
stand to stay…"
It could be
lonely being a young man in Mineral King after the silver rush
years ended. Most miners had returned to paying jobs in the low
lands or were off to new adventures in other parts of the world.
Mineral King in the 1880s and 1890s was almost entirely a family
retreat.
Many of the
community's shops, stores, saloons and hotels were converted into
family residences. And more families camped in tents at Atwell's
Mill or at Sunny Point across from Harry's Bend in the valley.
Beginning
in June until after the 4th of July celebrations in San Joaquin
Valley towns, men escorted their families up the Mineral King
road in "buggies", on the horse drawn stage or in freight wagons,
hauling all the staples needed for a two or three month stay in
the mountains. The men might visit their families occasionally
during the summer, but it was a long two day trip each way. There
were casual delivery and mail services by those who did go up
the road but they were intermittent, so the responsibilities of
Mineral King living lay almost entirely with the women. They became
a large, extended family, helping and caring for each other's
needs with a constant sharing of supplies with friends.
"Carter came
last night and brought everything except the sweet potatoes,"
Emma wrote. "He let us have 12 pounds of some that he brought
for himself. Jim got a nice hind-quarter of venison. The butter
man came, and I got two rolls of butter. Mrs. Trauger sent me
a bag of green corn and beans, so you can see we are living fat
and fine…"
Even so, it
wasn't easy. Daily chores consumed most of the time. Water had
to be hauled from springs and creeks. Wood chopped and kindled
for wood stoves and fireplaces. Floors swept almost daily, or
the fine mountain dirt would cover everything. Outdoor privies
called "chick sales" limed and cleaned. Kerosene lanterns scrubbed
and filled daily.
Weekly baths
and laundry were time-consuming efforts. Heating the wood stove
to a point at which water could be boiled. Hauling large pots
of it to washing tubs. Scrubbing clothes on a wash board then
bathing children in the same big tub. Rinsing, hanging the clothes
to dry. Mending rips and tears that came with hard mountain wear.
Ironing out the deep wrinkles with heavy cast irons that had been
heated on the stove.
Cooking was
no easier. Fresh foods, milk, venison, poultry and pork sides
had to be taken down to and brought up from "cold boxes" in the
river or stored in wet burlap- covered "California coolers" on
screened-in porches. Everything had to be prepared from scratch,
sliced and chopped, portions "gone bad" carefully cut out. Even
the convenient tin-canned good had to be checked to be certain
they were not tainted. Meal preparation could take most of a day.
And when evening came, watch had to be kept for hungry bears that
would break into coolers, storage containers and refuse cans strewing
garbage around the camp.
Still, there
was time for fun. There no longer were preachers, full-time doctors
or big dances but the women got together often for card games,
whist parties, candy making sessions, quilting bees, picnics,
walks, evening camp fires, and visiting.
Fortunately,
the children required less supervision than they did in their
low-land homes. The Mineral King cirque contained no poisonous
snakes or spiders and few poisonous plants, so the children were
allowed to make the entire valley their playground. They gathered
in groups, young and older mixing, a sense of freedom, exploration
and responsibility accelerating their maturity and growth. There
were hours spent by the river playing with little boats that fathers,
grandfathers or older brothers might make for themselves and the
little ones. Building rock dams, ports and miniature docks in
the stream. Collecting Log Cabin syrup cans to use for ship cabins
or for pretend houses in the woods.
There were
more hours of playing in the willows, creating secret dens and
play houses in their tangled growth. Hiding in them to experiment
with smoking. Making pipes out of reeds and stuffing them with
rank skunk cabbage (false helibore) leaves. Stealing matches to
light them and suck and cough. Florence Montgomery recalled one
little boy who smoked coffee one time and became very sick.
There were
fish to be caught with line and hook hung on the ends of willow
sticks using worms, hellgrammites and grasshoppers for bait. There
were hikes to the lakes and horseback rides to be taken. Mock
wars with skunk cabbage swords. Poker games on rainy days with
beans used for bets. Earning a penny or two by opening the stock
gate for wagons coming into and out of the valley. For one year,
in 1891, spending those pennies at the Pogue and Sons store in
Dogtown.
If life was
not easy for the women of Mineral King in the 1880s and 1890s
it was none-the-less a very happy and anticipated continuing experience.
These were
the decades that entrenched the regulars who returned year after
year to form the basis of the modern Mineral King community.
Next:
Mineral King: History of the Living Historic Community
MODERN RECREATION:
THE RESORT ERA
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