Wood Carving

The last event we took Cindy to see was the annual Mesa Woodcarving Show.  Again, she was able to see what grandparents do for fun during their winters in Arizona. Below are just a sampling of the many amazing projects on display.

Chip carving

Is this really carved out of wood?  Yes.

I believe this is a relief carving.  What amazing depth!

It is really hard to tell this is made of wood. 

This ferris wheel was made on a scroll saw.  Fantastic detail.

Cindy really liked caricature carvings, especially when they have a smile on their face.

Look at this cowgirl's grin.

There was a display of computer generated laser carving.

Sunday, our only outing was to church. Monday, Cindy flew back to Colorado with a promise to come back next winter. What will we do then?

Cemetery Work

My grandfather George Polhill, my mother's dad, is buried in Sunnyside Cemetery in nearby Victor. When we visited the grave last month while our grandchildren were visiting, we realized the grave needs some care. Not ones to procrastinate, we got right to it--today, 3 days before we leave. This is what it looked like when we arrived. It is the grave on the left.

John did the hard work, using a hoe and a shovel to removed the grass and other plants that had taken root in the years since he last cleaned the site. The cemetery is not maintained, so any cleaning and repair is up to the relatives of those buried there.

I wasn't idle. I put all those plants into a bucket and made several trips to the edge of the cemetery where I deposited them. Eventually the grave looked respectable again and you could actually read my grandfather's name.

George was a gold miner. He and his neighbors all worked underground. Today, looking at his grave, you can see the huge American Eagle open pit gold mine. Those buried in past decades couldn't imagine what goes on there today.

Cemeteries give hints of so many stories. If only we could read those stories. I found three sets of father and son graves where the two men from one family died in the same year. I wonder why?

I can't help but wonder where this man drowned. (Click to enlarge the photo.)  There isn't a decent river or lake for miles.

Since our last visit to this area, numerous unmarked graves have been mapped and marked with small white crosses.

The name of the person buried here has been long lost.

The first known burial in the cemetery was in 1891. Some Wisconsin Civil War soldier decided to seek his fortune in the gold mines and died here. I wonder if Mr. Tyler found that fortune before he died?

A number of the graves are encircled with iron fences, man-made items of beauty surrounded by the majestic Colorado mountains.

Learning About Ancestors' Lives

Since Mueller State Park is so close to where my mother and grandparents lived (John and Kylie's great grandmother and great-great grandparents), we wanted them to learn a little about that part of their history. My grandfather and uncle had both been miners in Victor and Cripple Creek, so we took them on a tour of the Mollie Kathleen Gold Mine.

We went down 1,000 feet into the mountain in a metal cage. That was after we all donned helmets and Kylie put on one of the mine's canvas jackets. (She said it was very warm. That was good because she was wearing short shorts.)

Our guide Chico, who obviously has worked in the mines, led us through the tunnels on level 10 and explained the evolution of drills and other details of underground mining for gold. As we walked through the tunnels, we went in single file, staying between the rails that ore carts used to travel on.

All of us were really interested in the tour and the life of the miners. The Molly Kathleen was in operation from 1891 to 1961. (Four years after the mine closed, in 1965, John and I toured the mine on our honeymoon. The tour today is much, much better than that early one.) I am glad I don't have to work 10- to 12-hour shifts undergound in the wet and cold, hefting heavy drills and hammers and shovels and surrounded by the loud noise of drills and blasting.

The job that looked the worst was to climb up this long ladder and spend the day sitting on a board that bridged an opening, all the while drilling and digging overhead. The miner stayed up there his entire shift. And no miner dared complain. There was always someone waiting to take his job if he expressed any dissatisfaction. Double click on the photos to get a better view.

When we were back above ground, we had some lunch at the diner on the mine grounds. The food was surprisingly good. John I and Kylie had burgers, John II had grilled cheese and I had fish and chips. Everything was tasty.

John II had to smell these flowers outside the gift shop.

Both Kylie and John thought about getting miners' helmets with lights.

Next we took a ride on the Cripple Creek and Victor Railroad. When mining was at its peak, numerous trains a day came and went between the towns of the mining district, carrying passengers and shipping gold ore to mills, both in the district and in Colorado Springs and other places. This tourist train is all that is left of all the infrastructure.

The train's engineer also worked as the fireman, shoveling coal into the fire box, and as our tour guide, narrating our trip.

After the train ride, we showed Kylie and John where their great grandmother attended high school and took them to see where their great-great grandfather is buried, in the Elk's plot in Victor's Sunnyside Cemtery.

Monday evening was the only dry night of their visit, so dessert had to be smores over the campfire, didn't it? We had such a good time sitting around the fire and talking to Kylie and John. They are really growing up and becoming wonderfully interesting people to be with.