A collection of interesting early pictures in our history.



Enjoy and be happy things are easier today than "back then."

L.W.

Oyster Cannerys of the Coastal Southeast Gulf States








Little fugers so their housing didn't take up much space.



Always some liberal bitchin'

JeffA! Almost like slaves!!

Not so long ago either.

Exactly!

Worse than slaves. Like Indentured servants but it's ok, because they werent slaves. They didnt have to do it. They had the choice of starving.

Slaves cost a lot of money and were taken care of better.

Like the captured people and their kids of Western Europe anywhere near the coast, made slaves by the Gold Coast Pirates.

Later, the white slavers did the same with the Irish. When worked too had digging the projects of New Orleans the blecks would shout out they were being treated like the low priced Irish.

Dayom, theres KW.

Butch & his outlaw buddies

1911' ish

A good shucker could earn $20 a month while having free food and housing.
12 to 16 hour days including Saturdays.

And to this very day, I still loves me a big batch of fried oysters! 😁

Butch was here.locally

Lots of white privilege!

Bare foot over oyster shells.

That's exactly why my dad had kids.

18 years of free labor X 3...

As if shhuckin' oysters alone don't leave ya with a gouged hand now and again.

I tell my wife all the time, we are 3-4 generations removed from savages. That's why I'm such a prick sometimes.

Our kids really have not the slightest clue.

I’ve been to his hideout! It’s in disrepair.

I think the Industrial Revolution was more brutal for kids in the textile industry. There wasn't necessarily pay involved, just food and housing for some.
The Oyster shuckers got paid according to their production.






The smaller kids fit inside the machinery while it was running so they were used to lube, no shut downs.

Much like China today.

Lots of amputees as a result.



And we waited until 1971 to come up with OSHA

I'll bet those children working in the oyster shucking buildings and the weaving mills were not standing around worrying about their "safe spaces."

L.W.

I think most were happy to have a job, food and shelter.
The job alone, pay or no pay would add meaning to their lives.

The ones being paid were feeding their family's, they were flippin' heros.
A lot of the textile industry kids came out of orphanages, pay or not the job would be psychologically positive.
Plus, they were out of the orphanage!

I remember picking cotton as a small child in the blackland prairie. My dear grandmammy gave me this picture she had of me while I was picking with all the folks between Bartlett and Granger Texas.

Nice tan!

Thanks Jeff!

How'd you wash it off?

Huh??? Wash what off?

You ever wash your oysters down with a bowl of Green Sea Turtle soup KW?

And mis spelled his own name.

Nope just snappin’ turtle

Complete with guardrails, pretty fancy.

I knowed as much as you liked chicken and watermelon......

Great Uncle at the IGC Iselin railroad yard Jackson, TN. Is now a Superfund Site, firm I work for still uses the old locomotive building to build laced columns and truss girders.

Palestine Texas Union Pacific Car Shop was built 150 years ago and still in operation. They're in litigation trying to shut it down and contract the work out. They had a full machine shop and Blacksmith shop for many years but they shut them down. They loaded all that valuable machinery, forges, anvils and tooling into gondolas and shipped it off for scrap. The union has screwy rules for who does what. the machine work was done by maintenance men. The fab shop only does big steel work shearing, braking and welding. They can shear 3/4" HR.

My wife was the 2nd of 11. Yep, they grew up on a farm and dad used them like farm hands. Lot's of free labor.

kwg

Nor do most folk born in the 50s and later, myself included.

Some of the posters here are so old they can't help but have some quality old photos to share.

Yep. Same here.

lol

My father had 7 siblings and growing up during the depression they all worked on the farm plowing for the crops, chopping and picking cotton, etc. When he wasn’t working the farm, my father also sold tamales on the sidewalks of a small town in south-central Mississippi.

Always looking for a way to make a little money, he and his brothers got caught by a R/R inspector taking used railroad ties from the right of way…2X. A “play” on the pronunciation of a fake name they gave the inspector, Johnson vs Johnston, got them out of trouble with the R/R the second time 😁

Engine 1530 of the Northern Pacific at Red Lodge, Montana,
1939-09-02

International Harvestor #8 combine being assembled on a farm.

Schoolhouse in Augusta, Montana, a two-story stone structure with a cupola on the front, 1910-1920

Steam locomotive pushing and pulling cars. Tepee to side.
Between 1879-1930, Eastern Montana.
Compliments of the Montana Historical Research Society.

 Northern Cheyenne Indian Reservation, Montana. 1901
Brave Wolf and wife being interviewed by O.D. Wheeler about the Custer fight. Squint Eye is the interpreter. They are seated in front of a sweat lodge. 

Chief Koostata of the Kootenai Indians posed on the rocky shore.

Miles City buildings from center of street. Cosmopolitan Theatre, C. W. Savage & Sons, and J. Baskinski & Bros. clearly visible.

'Crazy Emma,' Hayes Ave., Helena, Montana 1896

My grandpa and my dad's oldest brother.

Where was that taken Mick? Those are either some nice blues or giant channels.

My dad and grandfather operating a portable grain grinder during the depression.

Biden wants to send us back to those days. tough sob's back then. Certainly were not any fat kids and not many fat adults.

Coliseum at Wolf Point, Montana hosting the Farmers Union State Convention held from Oct. 13-15, 1932

View of Wolf Point Bridge on the Missouri River in Montana shortly before completion of the two northernmost through truss spans. Construction has just begun on the falsework to support the third and longest span (400-feet) on the south. The southern abutment and steel I-beam stringers are already in-place. Photo taken in January or February 1930.

Group portrait of the officers, delegates, and visitors to the Farmers Union State Convention at Wolf Point, Montana held from Oct. 13-15, 1932,. Photograph is taken outside of the Coliseum where the meeting was held.

Havre, Montana. A group of Native Americans are in a circle in the street with people gathered around. A number of horse-drawn wagons are in the circle. Broadwater Brothers Drugs storefront is visible.

Flora Tibbets Kearful, Jerome Kearful, and Phoebe E. Kearful in front of their ranch house at the foot of the Bears Paw Mountains, sixteen miles southeast of Havre, Montana, in present-day Blaine County. 1900

Women's Christian Temperance Union Convention, standing in front of and on the steps of the Methodist Episcopal Church, Havre, Montana. Note on back: 'Alice Barnes Hoag enthroned amid flowers. Mary L. Alderson, President, beside her at her right. 1917

Marie Gibson standing, right arm raised holding hat, with men on foot and horseback in background at the Let 'Em Ramble Havre Stampede, in Havre, Montana. 1919

1874 Eads Bridge over the Mississippi River at St. Louis

That place is still in the family.

Thought you might know something of it.

Wuz you borned a poor black child?

Cool pictures!

Determined people!

I'm a bit of a history buff especially early image supported topics.

Really just posting to help archive some of these due to historical value.
Rick's made the site very searchable, it helps when folks are searching for particular historic data.

Most here would rather discuss pay toilets or bitch about Biden.
I just tire of reading the SOS, and burn a few minutes using up Rick's server space, to each his own.

I own the homestead of the family who had the first white male child born in the county.

History means a lot to us.

History and family.


Sorry Ed...I know I was supposed to say "money".

Richard Hornbuckle’s car rests where it skidded to a stop 14 inches from the edge of the Sunshine Skyway bridge, struck by the freighter Summit Venture in St. Petersburg on May 9, 1980. The freighter rammed the southbound span of the bridge, collapsing a 1,200-foot length of the bridge and sending several cars and a Greyhound bus into the water. Thirty-five people died.

History is very important, we keep repeating it, it helps tell the future in some cases.

They were hauling' water there in 1912 and still do.

A horse drawn water wagon in front of City Hall in Havre, Montana. Man sits on horse-drawn wagon in front of large brick building. 

Jim,

If I should ever venture to to your part of the world, I would really like to hear about and see some of the old places.

Really great for your family. Most of mine mostly managed to get swindled by bad choices with good old boy Bankers and such. I'm glad yours were smarter, stronger and/or luckier.

Great Grandad lost his place in a poker game.

He then borrowed the money from the banker and lawyer that cheated him and bought it back.


He didn't get to play for money after that!

I bet G Grandma didn't allow him to even see cleavage or even an ankle for 6 months after that stupidity. At least he got "back in the black" by all the work as a result of her putting that foot in his azz!

I wonder if he set the parking brake before he got out. 😳😁

I guess she was a neat old lady.

Saved his butt several times.

Like the time she got in a gunfight with the bootleggers Great Grandad ripped off.

When hunting in Colorado and I come upon one of those two or three room log cabins I think, “I wonder what its story is?” Those were some mighty tough and hardy folks.

Yep has to be worthy of my time to hear some of those stories should I make it that far north one of these days

My Grandfather, on the right, standing on a wooden bridge across the Ogeechee River in SE Georgia, around the early 1900's. He used to love to ride motorcycles. Wish he hadn't got rid of it.

There is A very small rise in the ground in eastern Montana where I shot for quite a few years. Near the ghost town of Ollie. Maybe sticks up 3 1/2 feet, maybe 20 feet long.
A couple made it that far one fall in 1897 with three children in tow.
Too late in the fall to build a cabin or structure so the guy scraped up ground to make that little bitty ridge and then he tipped their wagon over along one side of it and that family lasted out the Montana winter living under that wagon.
Very tough people indeed.
For the time I spent on and around dirt scrabble condition reservation life, I’ve stopped many times by what’s left of that little rise and thought in wonderment at that family’s sand.
I haven’t a picture, it wouldn’t show much.

Osky

That had to have a Pucker Factor of about 1000

Very important.

I own the 1/2 section my grandfather bought in 1929 . Moved so the growing family could walk to school. Leased the 1/2 acre in the SE corner for the ‘new’ school. Rent free until the school shut down in 1963.

My brother owns the 1/2 section ( homestead and pre-emotion 1/4)the same grandfather homesteaded in 1907.

Important 👍

The family homestead. Great Gramps bought out the adjoining place and skidded the house over home with teams of horses. He then cobbled the 2 places together....

Sumbuddy was a good carpenter, lots of straight lines on that new roof tie in.

And then there was the whores and their Brothels.



At 611 Cedar Street in the 1890s, the Western Bar featured beer brewed locally at Sunset Brewery. Pictured to the right is the U&I Saloon. The U&I brothel operated continuously from this time until 1991. Historic Wallace Preservation Society.

Famed for its “cathouses,” towns in the Silver Valley—just like one of the other regional capitals of vice, Butte, Montana—adopted a largely tolerant attitude towards prostitution, with brothels operating on a legal or quasi-legal basis throughout much of the twentieth century. Given Wallace’s lax approach to enforcement—and in some cases, downright endorsement of “relief” for the restive single-male miner demographic—it’s no surprise that the area has some stories to tell. 

I hate driving over those big bridges. Worst one I can think of off the top of my head was in Charleston, SC. I don't remember the name of the bridge or what it goes over, but I didn't like driving that thing one little bit. Engineering marvels though!

While prostitution was common in Wild West-era towns, Wallace didn’t just tolerate the profession, it embraced it for more than 100 years. Illegal brothels openly flourished as late as 1991. In the new nonfiction book “Selling Sex in the Silver Valley: A Business Doing Pleasure,” 

That's cool!

The old two-story stucco house with green shutters at 234 E. Mendenhall St. looks pretty unremarkable today, but 120 years ago it was likely the best little whorehouse in Bozeman Montana.

Mattie entered the sex industry at an early age, becoming a madam for the first time at just 19. She would later say that she never actually worked as a prostitute, but only as a madam. She ran brothels in Springfield, Dodge City, and Georgetown before landing in Denver. 

Mattie was a famous Madam of the Wild West because she was a true businesswoman. She was known for her inventive marketing, often holding elaborate parades in which she displayed the women in her employ. Her efforts paid off. The Market Street brothel was the most popular brothel in the city, surpassed only by the famous House of Mirrors in 1898. Mattie kept at it, however, continuing to operate competitively, and then buying the House of Mirrors when its owner died in 1909. 

By far, what I love most about the history of Mattie Silks is the lore of the duel she fought with rival brothel owner, Kate Fulton. Yes, you read right, an actual duel between two women. The legend has it that the two women were battling over business as well as the affections of Mattie’s lover, Cort Thomson. When the competition reached a boiling point, a duel was arranged in which the two faced each other, topless none the less. While they both missed, Cort himself was hit by Mattie’s bullet. 

In reality, it may have been a drunken bar fight when the two rival madams ran into each other while enjoying some time off. Either way, Mattie was a woman who left people talking wherever she went. 

The best story in the legend of madam Julia Bulette was that she was so beloved by the male citizens of the mining town in which she operated (Virginia City, Nevada) that she was made queen of the 4th of July parade in 1861. The honor involved sitting atop the shiny new fire truck during the parade, especially fitting as she had also been made an honorary member of the company. 

Even during her life, Julia’s story was filled with mystery, rumor, and legend. It was thought that she was born in England, though researchers believe her actual birthplace to have been Mississippi. While little is known about her early years, it is known that she arrived in Virginia City after the Comstock Lode and was one of the few single women in town. It is likely that she traveled to the city for the exact reason of getting into the “sporting life.” It is said that her warm personality endeared her to the men of the city. Her legend also includes stories of her helping to put out fires, helping the sick, and taking in the homeless. 

Julia ran her own business out of a house in the red light district of the city. She was wildly popular and successful, competing with the best establishments in town. 

Sadly, Julia was the victim of a violent attack in 1867 in which her killer strangled her before taking off with her valuables. Her death shocked the city and her funeral was attended by hundreds of mourners, evidence that she was respected and loved. Her murder remains a popular topic of study for those interested in the Wild West. 

Belle Brezing was dealt a bad hand in life and did her best to survive when faced with a dire situation and virtually no prospects or opportunities. It is a complicated and fascinating story, and I will just cover a few main points here. 

Belle born in 1860 in Lexington, Kentucky, to Sarah Ann Cox, a mother down on her luck. Sarah soon married a man by the name of George Brezing, who appears to have been an abusive alcoholic who eventually ran out on the family. To make ends meet Sarah worked part-time as a dressmaker and part-time as a prostitute. 

As a teen, Belle was involved in a complicated love triangle that left one man dead, one man on the run, Belle pregnant, and all dissatisfied. After Belle delivered the baby, she continued to live with her mother, despite having married the father. However, Sarah passed away just months later and the landlord immediately took over the home. This is when Belle decided to enter the sex industry. She soared to the top of the local market, even working in a brothel housed in one of Mary Todd Lincoln’s former houses. Soon, she would be known as one of the most famous Madams of the Wild West.

When Belle decided to venture out on her own she has built a loyal clientele who provided business as well and investments into her various brothels. She owned several different houses of ill refute over the years, becoming known as having “the most orderly of the disorderly houses.”

Belle was said to let her employees keep most of their earnings and that she made her money with the liquor she sold at her establishments, particularly the best champagne she could get her hands on. She continued to operate in Kentucky until Prohibition forced her to close down. She remained living in the house of her last brothel, sadly becoming addicted to morphine and inflicted with uterine cancer (the two ailments likely related to one another). 

In her good days, Belle was known as the classic lady of the night with a heart of gold, contributing to local charities. This reputation was so strong that it is believed she inspired the character of Belle Watling in Gone With the Wind, though Margaret Mitchell denied it. 

While all of the madams of the Wild West lived life on the edge, Fannie jumped right over it with both feet. Her legend includes being close friends with Butch Cassidy’s gang, willingly providing her brothel as a hang out for cowboys on the run, and playing matchmaker for outlaws. 

Fannie’s family arrived in Texas when she was just one year old, immigrating from England. Growing up as both an immigrant and in the middle of the Wild West may have inspired her to enter “the sporting life”, as she took up the trade as a teenager and opened her own brothel at age 20 in San Antonio. It was known as a high-quality establishment and outlaws loved spending time there following their successful heists. Most famously, the mysterious Etta Place is said to have met the Sundance Kid while working for Fannie. One would have loved to have been a fly on the wall in that place! Fannie was trustworthy, known for never giving up information about any fugitive customer. 

Fannie was successful partially because of her shrewdness. When public opinion started to turn aggressively against brothels, she closed up shop and quietly shifted careers. She drifted into obscurity, with various theories about what she did with the remaining years of her life. 

Or any guilt about 'white privilege'.....

Deadwood with Dora DuFran, one of the most famous madams of the Wild West.
Like Fannie Porter, Dora’s family immigrated to the American West (Nebraska) from England when she was just a girl. And like most of the women in this post and most that I’ve read about who became “soiled doves,” she entered the sex industry as a teen, but the trajectory as to how that happened is muddy at best. What we know is that she began working as a prostitute in Nebraska at a young age and then made her way to Deadwood as the Gold Rush hit, arriving in town and declaring herself a madam from the get-go. She may have started in nothing more than a tent or two, but she eventually became one of the most successful madams in the area up until her death in 1934. 

We know that Dora was friends with some of the best-known characters in Deadwood. Calamity Jane worked for her from time to time, likely as a cook or maid. It is said that Calamity visited Dora’s place on the night she died. Dora published a pamphlet about Calamity’s life as told to her by the famous character before she passed. She was also friends with the famous Charlie Utter, who is said to have helped procure employees for her. 

Her is an old historical sign off of I-90 on the frontage road between Reed Point & Big Timber that I saw for the first time last year. I read about it, but had never seen it!

TheKid
I was told they were noodling on the Cimarron River some where in NW Oklahoma.

An old hunting pic from my Dad's early days. A group of duck hunters in Oakville Iowa with their daily bag. They are in front
of my grandfathers tack shop. My dad is the little kid with the knickers and the guy on the end is my grandfather.

I still have relatives in the area!

Montana
Hensley's The Grand

The Grand, at the corner of State and Joliet, Nov. 17 1935, showing earthquake damage. During the gold-rush era, it was owned by Josephine "Chicago Jo" Hensley, and was likely a brothel. Hensley also owned the Red Light Saloon, the Coliseum variety theater, and had other commercial interests in the Helena area, including stock-raising.



Mirroring Helena’s prosperous aura was its extensive red light district, which flourished between Wood and Bridge Streets. Initially, a number of “proprietor prostitutes” working alone out of small houses that they owned, defined the district. By the 1880s, however, a few increasingly powerful madams consolidated ownership of the tenderloin, erecting several large parlors and colorful bawdy houses. By 1886, no less than 52 white prostitutes worked in Helena’s demimonde, which for more than 20 years had constituted the town’s largest single source of women’s employment outside of the home.

One of the most prominent madams in Helena during this time was Josephine Airey “Chicago Joe” Hensley who, beginning in 1871, shrewdly manipulated a series of business deals to become “the queen of the city’s red light district.” Mortgaging everything, including “three dozen pair of underclothes,” she rapidly became the largest landowner on Wood Street. At the peak of her success, “Chicago Joe” had invested more than $30,000 to erect the Coliseum, a vaudevillian variety theater, and other sizable building projects. But the nationwide Panic of 1893 found her financially overextended, and virtually all of her property ultimately transferred to others. She died of pneumonia a few years later at the age of 56.

Her name showed up in the headlines often...

The top section of that bridge was expanded steel grating, when you went from pavement to steel your tires howled..
It use to spook me every time we went over that bridge when I was a kid.

The ship hit the bridge during a storm, that steel would have been wet and slick. The guy was quite fortunate to get'er whoa'ed.



I was there the morning it fell, I drove as close as I could get to the bridge but couldn't even get a glimpse of the fallen section or the ship.

It's way up there, the folks in the cars and the bus that drove over the edge had plenty of air time to know what was happening.
Of course it's a ship channel there, it's about 75-80 feet deep.

One of my GG's, a mason and musician in Southern Utah:





Building the stone bridges, tunnel entrances, and guard walls at Zion national Park

The kinda buildings that stay around for a while.

JeffA;
Good afternoon sir, I hope the day's behaving for you and you're well.

Thanks so much for the photos from the Havre, MT area, I appreciate you doing so.

While Havre is on the south side of the medicine line for sure, my late Mom came from a ranch a couple hours north in eastern Alberta, near 40 Mile Coulee and my late Dad was born in a sod hut a few hours north in western Saskatchewan by Maple Creek.

I believe they both talked about going to Havre from time to time, for sure Mom did.

They're both gone for years now and would have witnessed some scenes similar to what your photos show.

Thanks again and Happy 4th of July.

Dwayne

JeffA;
Afternoon again sir, I still hope you're day's behaving.

Rather than edit this in to my initial reply, I'll put it here since it's likely best I relate tales of brothels in a different reply than one containing my late folks.

When we first moved to BC in the early '80's one of my shooting and handloading mentors was a rather "colorful" fellow who had come out to our part of the Okanagan from Alberta in the spring of '47 - on a surplus Harley and in a blizzard. He's been gone for years as well.

Anyways he was originally from east of Creston and talked about doing survey work south of Grasmere, BC where they'd head into Rexford for supplies. This might have been during the war still as he was too young for the service but not too young to be on a survey crew.

At any rate somehow the subject of Wallace, ID came up one day and he mentioned going down there one payday. That's a fair journey from Rexford but when I hit the post about Wallace, so help me I started laughing and could hear my late buddy's voice and how he'd pronounce both "Wallace" and some of the other words connected with the story.

Thanks yet again for the memories sir, it's very much appreciated.

Dwayne

Brothels and Prostitution had quite the role in our country's history.
Many of the madams were pillars of their communities and made considerable contributions.

Larry McMurtry seemed to paint a more accurate description of the trade in his writings of the Lonesome Dove series.

From Matty aka The Great Western in Dead Mans Walk to the beautiful Lori in Lonesome Dove, they were respected girls.

I think we all know why Gus and Captain Call actually hung Jake Spoon.

The trade went from respectable to dark and corrupt rather quick historically.
Too many would rather roll with the fray than show their support of the industry and it's women.

Just due to interest shown..

There was a single survivor that went off the Skyway that stormy morning. He was across the top of the bridge when it fell.

His little Ford Courier blazed off the end of the bridge and slammed into the side of the ship that had taken the bridge out.

His truck sunk to the bottom of the bay with him inside, but he managed to escape and save his own life.



This is his story...

At 7:34 a.m. Friday, May 9, 1980, Wesley MacIntire was driving his Ford Courier pickup over the southbound span of the Sunshine Skyway Bridge, headed for his job at a meat-delivery business. Just after he threw his two quarters into the tollbooth basket, he would later testify, the steady rain turned cyclonic.

As I went way up to the top of the bridge, the center part where the grating work was, the pickup started to bob up and down. And at the time, I thought it was just the wind blowing up through the bridge, or something like that, made it blow around. But then I started to drop over a high part, and at this point I looked and there I seen the ship. And I knew what had happened.



Instead of the familiar downhill slope of the Skyway, and the flat, winding causeway that would carry him to the other side of Tampa Bay, MacIntire saw the black broadside of a massive ship, the words SUMMIT VENTURE painted in white letters along its bow.

I hit my brakes, but I guess the truck wasn’t even on the bridge any more. I was in the air, probably. And the only thing I remember is saying “Oh God!,” and I felt a thud, which I believe, or thought maybe I hit … it bounced off the ship or something. After that, I just remember sinking in the water.

The 56-year-old had been trained as a swimmer in the Navy – before there were things called SEALs – and it all came back to him as he found himself inside a broken vehicle filling quickly with water, on the muddy bottom of the shipping channel.

It was probably no more than two minutes, but it seemed like an eternity, as he bent the buckled frame of the driver’s seat door, squeezed himself out and swam as hard as he could for the weak rays of sunlight at the surface. He exploded from the water, vomited and dogpaddled.

Wes MacIntire understood what had happened to him, even as his brain struggled to make sense of it. He grabbed hold of a section of silver steel protruding from the water, looked up and noticed a large yellow sedan, 150 feet up and stopped awkwardly at the very edge of the jagged bridge.

“I guess,” he thought to himself, “I’m the only fool who went in the water.” Still, he looked around for heads bobbing in the choppy water, someone, anyone he could rescue.

He was fished out by Summit Venture crew members. They threw him a rope ladder, which he wrapped himself in, and they hauled him up the side of the ship like a prize catch. Aside from a nasty gash over his right eye, and salt water in his lungs, Wes MacIntire was undamaged. Physically.

He was not the only person who went in the water. He was the first of 36. And all the others were dead.

From the Hillsborough County Sheriff’s Office accident report: The final positions of the fallen vehicles. Summit Venture struck Pier 2S, at right. The location of McIntire’s pickup – No. 8 – indicates that he was on the descending slope of the southbound bridge at the time of the collision.

Wesley's survived but he was never the same man.
He was awarded $175,000.00, after his attorney fees and hospital bills were paid he came out of it with $75K.

He suffered 'Survivors Guilt' and it truly changed his life.
If that interests you, the rest of his story can be read here. <<click

Jeff and all, thanks for posting. Really interesting stuff.

actually, being a prostitute, her uterine cancer most likely resulted from Human Papilloma Virus (HPV) or some other STD.

Main Street Bozeman, Montana Territory 1870. Walter Cooper's Shop on the left. He moved across the street in 1872. The second picture is a display with 3 of his rifles...

True but I believe the relationship between the two, the morphine addiction and the uterine cancer, was not that the morphine caused the cancer but rather the cancer caused the addiction. Whatever issues the cancer caused were likely dealt with by using morphine.

PS….cool thread with a lot of cool pictures. 👍

I wonder what they'd have been hauling in those double wagons?

They look to be buttoned up pretty tight and it was a interesting enough sight at the time that someone went to the trouble to get a photograph of the sight and it's been saved.

Miner's and Merchant's Bank. Nome. Alaska. June 10. 1906.
Stack of gold bricks and buckets with gold.
$1,025,000 1906 value.

15 days' clean up by the Gold Run (Klondyke) Mining Co.(Yukon)
1900ish
Two men, one holding a pistol, sit on porch steps with their thirteen sacks of gold between them; handwritten notation identifies man on left as "Chief Willis"

Actual size of Alaska's largest nugget found by Pioneer Mining Co. on No. 5 Bench off Discovery Anvil,
wgt. 182 oz., value $3276.-1903-09-08

Yaney-Maden & Co. Saloon & Lodging; The Red Onion, ca. 1898
Signs advertise various services and amenities: Lunch Counter, Beds, Bunks, Cots, Beer, and "Bread for Sale"; also, "Outfits Bought"; men with pack horses and mules in front of building [in Skagway?]

Dog team hauls a sled filled with ice blocks down middle of street; businesses shown include a laundry, a saloon, a barbershop, Mrs. McDonald Fancy Dress Making and Ladies' Tailoring, Dr. J. L. Benson (Dentist), Dr. Hurdman, and Dr. Good; sign in foreground advertises new tents.

Men cross flooded street on planks; numerous people walk boardwalks in front of businesses, which include Montreal Hotel and Saloon and a bakery.

Trail leads through mining camp with log buildings, tents, and services; one building advertises "Saloon and Lodging"
1900ish, Dyea Trail (Alaska)

Gold miner with white beard holds gold pan next to rocker box; a flume crosses image in background. 1900ish

Cannery ship entering Southwest Alaskas Bristol Bay, 1900(+/-)

Salmon boats off Clarks Cannery, Nushagak, Alaska.
tall-masted ships in distance 1900(+/-)

A CATCH OF RED SALMON HEADED FOR THE CANNERY,

Men working inside cannery, 1900(+/-)

Stacked cans of salmon in a cannery
From: Alaska-Yukon Magazine, June 1911.

Cannery ship waiting for the pack, Nushagak, Alaska, (Bering Sea).
1900(+/-)

Tlingit woman seated at work table, putting label on salmon can; stack of labeled cans at left. Taken after 1907. Can labels: Sitkof Brand.

I think I'm digging a cyber 'rabbit hole', I'd better stop.

JeffA;
Top of the morning once more to you sir, I hope you're getting weather you can use and you're well.

Thanks for the continued photo sharing.

I've been a student of history for my entire life and very much enjoy learning from this sort of thing. Some of it has a personal connection as noted with the Havre photos and some just connects me with friends. A good friend and neighbor spends the summer in a mine near Dawson City for instance and we've got friends in Whitehorse, so another visit up there has been on my personal bucket list since the last time I was there as a kid in the early '70's.

Thanks again and Happy Fourth of July.

Dwayne

One more....

Early Bristol Bay Salmon fishing fleet.

My grandfather, arizona cotton farmer/rancher, mechanic/welder for the copper mines/El paso gas.

That nugget in weight alone would be worth $330,00.00 now.
Nice find.

Absolutely great thread. Thanks to alk.