Early Day Views of Garland Wyoming

Garland was about seven miles from where we lived in Penrose and was our mailing address all the time I lived at home.  I remember when there were still some stores there when I was little that Mom took me there to buy some overshoes in one of the stores.  It seems like there was a  boardwalk.  I also remember going with Grandpa Wasden to see Isaac Wasden who was living in one of the abandoned stores for a time.  The corner lot by the telephone pole became a general store that was still open when I was in high school.  We stopped there occasionally for Nehi grape soda.  The Garland postoffice was a little tiny structure somewhere near where these tracks are where for decades "Joe Bob" Cubbage dutifully tended (and read our postcards, maybe?) our mail which was then delivered by Ezra Lewis, or "Ez" as we called him on a long rural route that he serviced for many years. The highway from Powell to Lovell came down the street then lined with telephone poles, turned south, (on the left side of the photo), and that is the way that we ultimately got to Penrose.  Gail Burke ran a well patronized traditional blacksmith shop that we often needed repairs from.  Now, nothing is left and Garland sees only the ghosts of its former proud existence.