Showing posts with label Powell Wyoming. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Powell Wyoming. Show all posts

Friday, November 12, 2010

A Little Peek at a Little Corner of Main (Bent) St. History in Powell WY in 1948

Since we are all waxing tears and eloquence over our home town of Powell Wyoming, here is the only other photo I can find taken on main (Bent to you natives) street.  The significance is not in the girls in the photo, but in the fact that the building on the right was a sort of shed-type building where Hiram Absire, Rose's dad (Rose was my true love in the 3d grade and Louise's friend, but Rose betrayed me in the 7th and I never spoke to her again; now getting back to the sentence, where Hi's Electric was located.  Dad made the sign with cut out block letters on it.  The gap between Hi's Electric and the Coulston Clinic where we went to the doctor until I left home in 1950 and where we had our tonsils out, was obviously just being excavated for Penney's, Moyer's relocated drug store, and whatever else went in there.  In the background is the old Presbyterian Church.  Didn't it get moved to another part of town?  The girls are, knowing you are not interested except for one, are, l-r, Wenoa White who was an Elk Basin oil family migrant, Celia Scott, and Loretta Winterholler.  And Louise, tell me if I'm wrong, but the three girls crossing the street are likely Dora Berryman, Phyllis Jesse, and Phyllis Bell, inseparable in high school.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

TIME HONORED GRUB


One of the saddest days of my life was the day that I heard that Powell bean burned down. I was fifteen with a brand new drivers licence and dad allowed that it was OK for me to take the grain to town to get rolled. With a couple of silver dollars in my pocket I thought that I was a real hot shot to rub elbows with the other farmers at the mill. The weights on the the edge of the bag to hold it in place needs no explanation.
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Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Mule Days in Ralston are a Big Deal

Plus I forgot to mention annual Mule Days rodeo, parade, and mule auction, when one lane of highway blocked off for two block long parade, attracts mules from all over the country, a major mule event. Unfortunately, Jimmy Dunton's bar is extinct. I will include further details and advantages of Ralston as I become inspired to mention them. Beats the traffic on I-15 in Salt Lake City, fer sure.

Those who already know what this little
building is will know what this little building is




Ralston remains the place of choice for a retirement
villa. Many options, low population, pub, convenience
store, gas station, railroad track, highway, luxury dwellings,
what more could one ask?

New Powell High School


New Powell High School. Long, low building so could only take a far-away photo. Reeks of blandness but probably nice. Steve, Maxine Morris informed me she was your fifth grade teacher. That's all she said so don't know implications.