I’m on a historical kick lately. I’m gonna say it has something to do with the fact that I’m currently taking a history class… but that’s a shot in the dark because really… what’s the correlation, Merle!? This history class requires… a LOT of reading. All I do is read… work for 8 hours a day (where I read doctor’s reports all day) and then read my homework (which also includes reading the text in the other scientifical class) for the rest of the night until I develop blood clots and decide to go to bed. I’m pretty sure if we added up all the pages I’ve read in my entire lifetime, they wouldn’t even get close to equaling the pages I’ve read the last 2+ months. Professional reader… with ADD… hook me up, Hooked on Phonics! Didn’t work for me! You’ll only get that if you watched TV commercials in the 90s!
Back to my original point… Historical Kick!! My cuzzin JenJen and her 2 boys, Cruz and Blaize stayed with us for a couple of days last weekend… and I drug them all to the American West Heritage Center we have going on down the road a few miles. I thought Cruz would like to ride the train and see the animals… and pretend he was interested in watching a guy bend a nail in a fire to make a mug holder. It turned out he had more fun riding in my childhood radio flyer 90 red wagon than anything… and we could have stayed home to do that!
He wasn’t impressed that this calf thought he was an ice cream cone…
Silly calf… red wagons are for kids. NINETIES REFERENCE butchered! But cutie pie Blaize sure had fun riding the buffalo hide!
And Whitney found herself a new house she could afford… comes furnished and everything!
Looks a little lumpy… but I wouldn’t have to worry about burglars! Take that, rich people!
The next historical kick-like thing I did was just this past Friday. I took off in Beulah, the broken-air-conditioner Buick to a ghost town in Idaho I’d read about. The no air conditioning was fitting since they didn’t have air conditioning back in the 1800s… I asked. They didn’t. Unless you count the guy who stood behind you and blew spittle all over you whilst trying to cool you off. PASS! Chesterfield, Idaho was founded in 1880 by some dude named Chester Call. Well, lookee there… Chester found some Fields… Chesterfield! It was inhabited for quite a few years, houses and stores and buildings were built, but then it got too hard to live there. Winters were long and hard and so eventually the town was abandoned, but the buildings remained. In 1980 (100 years after it was founded), a group came to try to restore the town to its original 1800s look.
I thought the town was tres cool… very abondoned and quiet and it felt like I’d stepped back into the 1800s with the buildings and houses and dirt roads. I’m glad I went alone because there were no shopping malls within a 100-mile radius of the place. When I arrived, I regretted that I hadn’t stopped to use the restroom since this place is in the middle of nowhere! At least 40 miles from the nearest gas station… no cell reception… no people or inhabited houses for miles on end. There were a few people running the store, who pointed me to a portable outhouse and I almost croaked to death at the thought. I ain’t never used a Honey Bucket and I don’t plan to start now. The lady noticed I was reluctant so had her husband take me a mile or so down the road to unlock the public restrooms… glory be hallelujah… they had soap and I was sorely thankful!
The older lady told me she could have her husband take me on a tour around the town, but I could tell he wasn’t so much excited at the idea of hanging around in 96-degree weather just so I could see inside the houses. I told her I’d just walk around myself since I just survived driving in 800-degree weather for 2-1/2 hours with no air conditioning! Pioneer… what!?
The assembly hall… complete with handcarts… uh… and a white minivan… probably Chester, Jr.’s vehicle.
This is what remains of the old brick school house. There were crumbled bricks all around… this is just a portion of them.
I don’t think that outhouse is “portable,” but there was another option for a restroom, Merle!
This was the nicest house in all the town, owned by the guy who ran the general store, complete with 7 gables.
This one hadn’t been restored yet. I’m stopping with the pictures, but if you are a geeky historical person and want to see more, I’ve put them in a folder for your perusal. Chesterfield Pictures…
‘Twas an interesting trip. I wouldn’t want to live there… portable outhouses my rear receptacle… but I’ll visit!