September 22, 1915 I love cottonwoods. I do not know why. Perhaps it is subtle grandiosity. They tower tall, endure the wind, and offer a home to the transient wildlife. They stoically cast shadows along the river and the streets of Steamboat Springs. I have a thin leaf variety close to my backdoor. I cannot […]

September 8, 1915 “Goot sausage needs no mustard,” Frank Muench bellowed to the crowd in his German smothered Swiss accent. His concession, set up facing the field and near the first base dugout, had a black chalkboard trimmed in blond wood. On the top in carefully drawn bold letters was “New Meat Market.” Below a […]

September 1, 1915 “The phone call is for you,” Maggie shouted from the kitchen. “Hurry up, we are on a party line.” Who would be calling me? I have only used this new invention occasionally and only because no one was around to answer the ringing machine. “Ah… hello, yes?” “Julius, it’s Corina.” “Oh, hello. […]

August 27, 1915 “It’s her third divorce that I know of,” Gus said as he unconsciously wiped the bar top. “You were married to her for a while,” I replied. “Almost nine years. I rarely get to see my little girl. I married Nellie, not to be confused with your Cajun friend, a month after […]

August 20, 1915 Dr. Willett buttonholed me on the way to work. He said, “I want you to stop this county veterinarian stuff. Use the telephone and call the hospital. We’re here for medical emergencies.” I stammered, “Yes sir. I don’t know why I didn’t call the hospital. It’s a new device I haven’t really […]

July 22, 1915 I decided to cross the river and walk to work through Steamboat.  Lately, I have gone along the railroad tracks because I didn’t want to think about Corina. But a little voice in my head said, Walk through town. It has been a while.  I shared the Second Street Bridge with a […]

July 22, 1915 “That dog is drinking out of the toilet!” Maggie replied, “Freshest water in the house, and he knows it.” Charlie left the water closest with only the slightest bit of water dripping from his muzzle. “Do you know who I am?” “You’re Fred C. Williams.” Looking up from the pot she briskly […]

July 2, 1915 The Steamboat Pilot reported, Dr. F.E. Willett has purchased the Steamboat Sanitarium. He is the kind, firm, knowledgeable physician who treated Corina’s broken wrist. The hospital was established a year ago and is a great benefit to the community. Unfortunately, the previous owner’s business management interfered with the complete success of the […]

July 25, 1915 “Rent a couple horses from the Whitecross stable. I’ll load up my pack horses with camping gear and a kitchen. We can ride to Dinosaur or Long Lake on Buffalo Pass. I bet the trout are hungry up there.” A.M. Gooding put his beer on the table and asked, “What do you […]

Sarvis Creek Lumber Company For the indigenous tribes and pioneers, the forest of Routt County was a blessing and a bane. It offered food with wildlife, native trout, roots, and berries. The spruce, pine and aspen trees gave shade on a hot day. Milled timber provided shelter during the deep snow and cold of winter. […]