tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46125091773555262232024-03-17T20:04:40.471-07:00Historical jottings from Cuba CityCelebrating the history of Cuba City, Wisconsin.Historical Jottingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401253405761913919noreply@blogger.comBlogger502125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612509177355526223.post-35580623160186770522024-01-29T04:58:00.000-08:002024-01-29T04:58:04.263-08:00"Proclaimed in the Heavens" : 1900 Election Results Delivered Via Rocket<p>Born on this day in 1843 was William McKinley, who would become the 25th president of the United States. A fun local fact about McKinley was the unique way his election in 1900 to a second term was announced to Tri-State residents.<br /></p><p>At the turn of the century, election results and other news items of import were sent to communities via telegraph or telephone, but if you lacked access to this technology, you simply had to wait. The <i>Dubuque Daily Times</i>, wanting to provide another option, purchased "especially large rockets" to launch from the top of their newspaper office, visibly displaying election results for the presidential race between incumbent William McKinley and challenger William Jennings Bryan for twenty miles around.</p><p>Area residents were encouraged to clip out the following codes to decipher the multiple rocket launches planned throughout the evening.<br /></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9jQ2HWX5CNLEdJmA88wtZ0WkjY448V5ZKKqjqe6FSmJZxnp1Cp-zYrOX5Mwrgwu3KeXzlXWHb53K_qgRb0r093wohDbJUKk5g6SO3XtDC7g3yd84W1aY38zAbZ0vD9SpkCsozwIpQwXyTLPDZYuSZ20KJmFRMuDJY-lHE_zil2axkWtuq4dMQxG6BdS0/s848/Rockets.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="848" data-original-width="522" height="583" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9jQ2HWX5CNLEdJmA88wtZ0WkjY448V5ZKKqjqe6FSmJZxnp1Cp-zYrOX5Mwrgwu3KeXzlXWHb53K_qgRb0r093wohDbJUKk5g6SO3XtDC7g3yd84W1aY38zAbZ0vD9SpkCsozwIpQwXyTLPDZYuSZ20KJmFRMuDJY-lHE_zil2axkWtuq4dMQxG6BdS0/w359-h583/Rockets.JPG" width="359" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Published in the <i>Dubuque Daily Times </i>(November 3, 1900).<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p>It seems that the rockets did the job because on November 11, 1900, the <i>Dubuque Daily Times</i> reported that the aerial signals were indeed visible from Hazel Green, Cuba City, and Platteville.<br /></p>Historical Jottingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401253405761913919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612509177355526223.post-20505794616720223642023-12-17T19:41:00.000-08:002023-12-17T19:44:42.156-08:00Winter Wonderland<p>On December 16, 1955, Cuba City High School's senior class held a Snowball in the high school gymnasium. The theme was "Winter Wonderland," with music by Jack Busch and his orchestra. Decorations consisted of a large snowball suspended from the ceiling and Christmas trees at each end of the gym. King Lloyd Bowden and Queen Clarice Timmerman were selected by a drawing at the dance. <span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"></span></p><div class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSXhSTfdfS11UUirlouaJpI_50A4gR-tspBZlm-ZOMIBy-Q1-SJ5ZbCgCxvKbP7tx7lxIvpcW5MtfhbS0W16yPEASQvuT-s47YOsDK5hx9wm9atL91Oi4UdiL4Ssn443Pd1WBkXCNoJE2BdE9sNUeM9ZdAVOSsL9dPgfW7vfnWwu2XMhrkPG9-y7BUYac/s1746/Snowball_1955_Queen_Clarice_Timmerman_King_Lloyd_Bowden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1540" data-original-width="1746" height="341" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSXhSTfdfS11UUirlouaJpI_50A4gR-tspBZlm-ZOMIBy-Q1-SJ5ZbCgCxvKbP7tx7lxIvpcW5MtfhbS0W16yPEASQvuT-s47YOsDK5hx9wm9atL91Oi4UdiL4Ssn443Pd1WBkXCNoJE2BdE9sNUeM9ZdAVOSsL9dPgfW7vfnWwu2XMhrkPG9-y7BUYac/w387-h341/Snowball_1955_Queen_Clarice_Timmerman_King_Lloyd_Bowden.jpg" width="387" /></a></div></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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M. Canaan, Mr. and Mrs. G. Legler, and Mr. and Mrs. N. P. <span></span>Gallagher.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">**Photos and information from the 1956 Cuba City High School yearbook.</div></div></span></div></div></div></div>Historical Jottingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401253405761913919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612509177355526223.post-54249690884279522952023-07-29T14:11:00.000-07:002023-07-29T14:11:10.509-07:00Galena Bound, by Ox and by Rail<p>When the railroad reached Cuba City and surrounding communities in 1874, it is no surprise that "old-timers" looked back on how times had changed since their youth. Orson M. Richards, Elk Grove farmer and frequent contributor to the <i>Galena Gazette</i>, did just that, sharing memories of a childhood trip taken from Elk Grove to Galena behind a team of oxen in 1846, followed by a similar journey from Elmo to Galena in 1874, this time aboard the Galena and Southern Wisconsin Railroad.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu69HAB5IQ-j17T4_5sgQjENZPEPcXQjkcF2zyrJCTmDE6M5_VFyMkbdqelUsxZntOxojybA5L4M1crW8FMT8HQ6yQ5lchDvVKeEkpSw7rl9HI3zzG_Pf_CPFwaat2Cqu3y_2ZSLBjJdLk3ng-MNOUBAwXM--YZBqjGXRz_pa_QSC5JaqVsbgR1ASFdp0/s598/Craiglow_Asher_Adams_1874.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="553" data-original-width="598" height="353" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu69HAB5IQ-j17T4_5sgQjENZPEPcXQjkcF2zyrJCTmDE6M5_VFyMkbdqelUsxZntOxojybA5L4M1crW8FMT8HQ6yQ5lchDvVKeEkpSw7rl9HI3zzG_Pf_CPFwaat2Cqu3y_2ZSLBjJdLk3ng-MNOUBAwXM--YZBqjGXRz_pa_QSC5JaqVsbgR1ASFdp0/w381-h353/Craiglow_Asher_Adams_1874.JPG" width="381" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This detail from Asher and Adam's 1874 map of Wisconsin shows the route
of the new railroad extending north from Galena, including the station
at "Craglow's," which is present-day Cuba City. (Digitized by the <a href="https://content.wisconsinhistory.org/digital/collection/maps/id/248/" target="_blank"><u><b>Wisconsin Historical Society</b></u></a>.)</td></tr></tbody></table><p>Richards' first trip reads like a tall tale, and he includes some interesting commentary about the sights to be found along the heavily traveled Mineral Point-Galena Road that ran through what would later become Cuba City. Though Richards dated the following reminiscence December 23, it was published in the <i>Galena Gazette </i>on December 15, 1874. Paragraph breaks have been inserted for ease of reading, and a few notes have been added for clarification.</p><p><br /></p><p><i>OUR FIRST TRIP TO GALENA.<br /></i></p><p><i>ELK GROVE, Dec. 23, '74.</i></p><p><i>Correspondence of the Galena Gazette :</i></p><p><i>On the morning of June the 28th, 1846, (we are thus particular about the date, for we always noticed that reliable historians are perfectly correct in regard to dates: and then the events connected with this chapter produced a lasting impression on our memory) we bade adieu to our fond and doting parents, and started on our first trip to the city of Galena. Our team was a yoke of oxen, or, to be more definite, one of the cattle was a muley ox, and the other was a blind bull, said bull having lost his eyes by looking straight at a double-barrelled shot gun, when he was trying to break into a corn field </i></p><p><i>When we got upon the ridge, about where the Junction House [Elmo] now stands, the prospect that unfolded before our admiring eyes, caused us to feel that the world was brighter and larger than we had ever imagined it to be. All around us were the gently swelling ridges clothed in their most gorgeous robes of green, purple and scarlet. Away to the west of us could be seen the wooded outlines of the mighty Mississippi. Still farther westward in Iowa could be seen the solemn outlines of Eagle Point and Maquoketa. To the south could be plainly seen the bold and majestic Pilot Knob and other elevations in that vicinity. To the east was Gratiot, with its wooded crest reminding one of the plumes of the warrior. Looking northward there were the Platte Mounds standing alone in the wide expanse of prairie like two mighty sentinels. Our young imagination pictured on one of them a solitary red man, singing a mournful dirge to the departure of his race.</i></p><p><i>We journeyed leisurely along, wrapped in contemplation of the beauties that surrounded us, when we woke up to the uncomfortable fact that we were about to have a shake of the ague [fever, especially when caused by malaria], having brought that villainous disease with us from Morgan Co., Ill. It was now going to give us a farewell shake in Wisconsin. We thought of the home that was, and the one that might soon be. We thought of our team and our shot gun that we had along with us, but finally concluded to lie down in the wagon and shake it out.</i></p><p><i>Old settlers will recollect that about a half a mile south of Craiglow station [Cuba City], there used to be a pond of water near the road. Looking up while we lay in the wagon we discovered some wild ducks in the pond. Shaking as we were, we could not resist the temptation to try a shot at them. We crawled out of the wagon letting the cattle go on. We slipped up on the side of the pond and as the ducks raised we banged away at them; but our gun wabbled [sic] and bobbled around so that instead of hitting the ducks, we hit the bull directly in the end opposite to the one where he was shot when he lost his eyes. </i></p><p><i>He gave a roar and away he went about as fast as ox teams generally go. He kept on running and roaring, and by the time we caught up with our team we were pretty nearly a used up community. It must have been the recollection of what the beast had suffered before, that excited him so, for we were so far off that we did him no serious injury.</i></p><p><i>Shortly after having caught up with our team, we were overtaken by a gentleman riding in a buggy. The gentleman wore a long swallow-tailed coat; on his head was a high stove pipe hat; his ears were sawed hard by a high shirt-collar; around his neck was a high stiff stock that held his chin up at an angle of about forty-five degrees. As soon as he got fairly alongside of us he inquired, with a degree of dignity corresponding with his appearance, "where we had passed the stage."</i></p><p><i>We hung down our head to wake up our recollection, when the gentleman broke out into a broad, good-natured laugh. Then we saw the "thing of it," and our remarks as he drove on were not altogether complimentary to his intelligence. If our recollection of faces is correct the gentleman in question was our good old friend, Isaac Hodges, at present banker of the town of Platteville. If Mr. Hodges says he was not the man, we are willing to make the </i>amende honorable<i>, as soon as we find what that means.</i></p><p><i>We got along as far as the Four Mile House [north of Galena] without any particular mishap. Our cattle were getting very hot and thirsty, but Sturgis, the man that kept the house, would not let us water. We started on, and all went well until we got to the foot of Franklin Street. There the bull smelled water, and straight for it he headed.</i></p><p><i>Down the hill, across Main Street, he rushed like an avalanche, taking muley, wagon and all with him. We yelled "whoa" until we were hoarse as a bullfrog. We beat him over the head until we were exhausted, but it was no go, our yelling had about as much effect upon him as whistling a jig would have upon a mile post; our hammering his pate made about as great an impression as a woodpecker would make tapping at an iceberg. </i></p><p><i>Headlong he rushed into the river. We bid the cattle good-bye and sat down on a pile of wet lumber, and don't recollect of being troubled at that time with a single poetical inspiration. Some warm-hearted lumbermen got our team out of the river, for which we hope they will duly repent before they die.</i></p><p><i>O.M.R.</i><br /></p><p> </p><p>Compare this with Orson M. Richards' journey along the same route nearly thirty years later, this time on a train. The following was published in the <i>Galena Gazette </i>on Dec. 23, 1874. Take note of the Elk Grove farmer's descriptions of the communities he passed through, as he was criticized in a later newspaper issue for his negative portrayal of St. Rose and Craiglow (later Cuba City).<br /></p><p></p> <p></p><p><i>OUR LAST TRIP TO GALENA.</i></p><p><i>ELK GROVE, Dec. 23, 1874.</i></p><p><i>Correspondence of the Galena Gazette:</i></p><p><i>On the 14th day of December in this blessed year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and seventy-four, at the Junction House [Elmo], we stepped on board the train on the Galena and Southern Wisconsin Railroad, bound for Galena. </i></p><p><i>Hatch, the gentlemanly conductor, was on hand, and Wilson that prince of engine drivers, was holding his team by the bits. We noticed that the train seemed headed for the north, but Hatch said we was going to Galena, so we asked no questions. When Hatch told Wilson to let his pony go, it gave a snort and a whicht and backed up in the shafts and away it went tail foremost.</i></p><p><i>The fields flew by, the fences on each side of the road were running races. The teams that we saw were enjoying a jolly runaway; even the pigs were streaking it towards the north like old nick was after them. </i></p><p><i>In about two seconds and a half, more or less, we pulled up at St. Rose, where the depot is to be. St. Rose is destined to be a great place, and we think that it will be sure to be the liveliest place on the road. It is a lively place now, very lively. Its leading business men are kept very lively, J. O. Sullivan sells dry goods, groceries and whisky. He is Justice of the Peace, Freight Agent and sells whisky. Jim Conlan [Conlon] deals in rags, old iron and sells whisky. We understand that two other whisky shops are to be built there in a short time. The pony gave another snort, and away we went clatter ty bang, past Donahans [Donohoos]. </i></p><p><i>In about a hop, step, and a jump we were at Craiglow's [Cuba City]. This station is a switch in a forty acre field of Canada thistles. It is where a depot was to be. We think that it will be a lively place if ever they attempt to kill out the thistles.</i></p><p><i>The pony here got loose, and shied off until he got around to the other end of the train. We suppose this was to hold back, for here the road starts down Coon Branch, and down we went. Sliding down hill on a hand sled is no comparison to the way we ran down.</i></p><p><i>We just ran down that grade to Benton as smoothly and as easily as soap suds runs out of a sink. Benton proper is a nice town. It has an unusual number of enterprising, thorough going business men. Benton, under the hill consists of a depot, hog pen and grocery. </i></p><p><i>Here we passed the passenger train going north. On board we espied his honor, Judge Mills, who once fined us for not attending court as a juror, and then loaned us the money to pay the fine. Long may he live, and continue to deal out to us such even handed justice.</i></p><p><i>The road from Benton to Galena is down grade all the way, and we went down fairly flying. Away we went over bridges, through the tunnel, catching glimpses of a number of cozy, home-like farms, along on Fevre river. We stopped at Bell's Mill for a moment, and a few moments later were landed all safe and sound in Galena, where warm friends, and a good dinner awaited us.</i></p><p><i>We could not help contrasting our last trip to Galena, with our first one. We seemed to have been but a few moments from home; and everything connected with the trip was enjoyable. </i></p><p><i>Our ride home was swift and pleasant, though we will confess to some misgivings when we saw several cars, heavily loaded with iron, ahead of the little engine Platteville, and more cars hitched on behind. Conductor Hatch coming on board with a loaf of bread under his arm, did not serve to quiet our apprehensions. </i></p><p><i>At Bell's Mill we hitched on several car loads of green ties; and saw the conductor show Bell his loaf of bread. We wished we had laid in a stock of provisions before starting. We afterwards learned that the bread was taken along as a sample; to show what kind of bread Bell's flour made. Judging from the looks of the bread, that conductor is a happy man. </i></p><p><i>We also found out that the little engine could pull heavy loads up heavy grades with all the ease in the world.</i></p><p><i>O.M.R.</i><br /></p><p> </p><p>Orson M. Richards was not the only one to think these early railroad journeys were worth writing about. In 1875, staff from the <i>Galena Gazette</i> published observations from their <b><u><a href="https://cubacityhistory.blogspot.com/2021/10/a-ride-on-narrow-gauge.html" target="_blank">railroad excursion</a></u></b> from Galena to Platteville.<br /></p>Historical Jottingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401253405761913919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612509177355526223.post-23434257639611946952023-07-23T11:04:00.002-07:002023-07-23T11:24:50.520-07:00Dr. Stone's Journey to Cuba City<p>When Dr. Mildred Stone began practicing medicine in Cuba City in 1961, she became, as far as I am aware, the community's first female physician. Dr. Stone's story began many years earlier, however, and she recorded it all in her autobiography, <i>Hen Medic</i>, published after her retirement. Working in a profession that was still very much dominated by men, Mildred Stone's career spanned six decades of great change in medicine. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx-5jUe_W20Pu0v1BlbnA-uake2afvfAoj1lExYjjKjiU4IFoYpSYoZlSvsqhJrdGREVHCcFr4WGYMSsruwmoBs2Q38KeL80tUUleG4OIF_LTHxA589QxzrQreTY4JdU_T4WyHijAat_nJ26Qtdh7aJGG2KdP_V7ao-6t5nmH05kxMXfq1kYhmq_POgq4/s2236/Mildred_Stone_Hen_Medic_Cover_Photo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2236" data-original-width="2011" height="401" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx-5jUe_W20Pu0v1BlbnA-uake2afvfAoj1lExYjjKjiU4IFoYpSYoZlSvsqhJrdGREVHCcFr4WGYMSsruwmoBs2Q38KeL80tUUleG4OIF_LTHxA589QxzrQreTY4JdU_T4WyHijAat_nJ26Qtdh7aJGG2KdP_V7ao-6t5nmH05kxMXfq1kYhmq_POgq4/w361-h401/Mildred_Stone_Hen_Medic_Cover_Photo.jpg" width="361" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dr. Mildred Stone, as she appears on the back cover of her autobiography, <i>Hen Medic</i>.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Mildred Mary-Anne Simon was born in 1911 in Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin. Whether she was stitching up an injured neighborhood cat, training her chickens to perform on demand, or driving her family around town in their new automobile (she had her driver's license at ten years old), it was clear from an early age that Mildred Simon was far from average.</p><p>Things could have been very different. Mildred had close calls with illness, suffering two bouts of measles
and encephalitis, the last which left her in a
coma for two weeks at age four. The medical scare resulted in a learning setback, and Mildred struggled with reading until, with her sister's help, she made such rapid improvements that she skipped the third grade.<br /></p><p>Perhaps her early academic struggles made her more determined. Young Mildred was constantly challenging herself to learn new things, and there seemed to be no skill she could not master. She read all of the books in the local library, and with directions from <i>Scientific American </i>magazine, built her own telescope and telephone. <br /></p><p>Mildred Simon would go on to graduate as valedictorian of her class at the Sturgeon Bay High School. In addition to academics, she was involved in many extracurricular activities. She competed on the basketball team, played the flute and piccolo, and was a member of her school's award-winning debate team, among other things. The ambitious student also wrote pieces for the local newspaper that offered insight into high school life in the 1920s.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibfOdTNHhP5w4WeRYWzTdV0eGNGUvnTQhAwz62wdMj2stSGUChkJM6I43XQ7WaqAUgtmeBwtXyDtL3jnKbz3M_C5a34N1warbSotgcRWXrQcTRFmOzSHe5jVNTddxulgos7xuyk5D8sl2DocmmF27M2u69QirY_oZevc_6T1AwfE1tRXX8RfkId08Z/s565/Mildred_Simon_Boyish_Bobs_Sturgeon_Bay_Door_County_Advocate02261926.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="565" data-original-width="372" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibfOdTNHhP5w4WeRYWzTdV0eGNGUvnTQhAwz62wdMj2stSGUChkJM6I43XQ7WaqAUgtmeBwtXyDtL3jnKbz3M_C5a34N1warbSotgcRWXrQcTRFmOzSHe5jVNTddxulgos7xuyk5D8sl2DocmmF27M2u69QirY_oZevc_6T1AwfE1tRXX8RfkId08Z/w286-h434/Mildred_Simon_Boyish_Bobs_Sturgeon_Bay_Door_County_Advocate02261926.JPG" width="286" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Newspaper article written by Mildred Simon while a student at Sturgeon Bay High School. Published in the <i>Door County Advocate </i>(February 22, 1926).<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Despite her academic promise, Mildred knew that education beyond high school would only be possible if she earned enough money to cover her tuition and living expenses. She worked many jobs to pay for college, from picking cherries, staffing a nearby resort, caring for children, and even occasionally filling in as a piano player at the local theater, where she provided musical accompaniment for silent films.</p><p>Mildred Simon entered the University of Wisconsin in the fall of 1928 but had the misfortune of attending college, and later medical school, during the Great Depression, when money and sometimes even food was scarce. Not one, but two, bank failures in Sturgeon Bay decimated her hard-earned savings, and she worked several jobs and took a full course-load year round to finish her degree as quickly and cost-effectively as possible. Despite that, she found some time for entertainment and adored hiking or canoeing around Lake Mendota (roughly 27 miles!), an achievement she recalled fondly in her autobiography.<br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMHJiywEhbborNB5LpmULEdMVQFTp8NHxmaGvMid6jy53AqOfGDKSnV_4qTesb83yS__WtMsm_QQ62exWe2pqJbLumBUvpww6r1BXroTujtmGOhJpTXKuyy1sft-ia41VGOvkQClMEg4F_cb8n9rS9v49WMmIZFt2M2SVtT8JuTzZJMlo-Bf4RGXNFgn0/s810/Mildred_Simon_Door_County_Advocate12121930.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="364" height="475" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMHJiywEhbborNB5LpmULEdMVQFTp8NHxmaGvMid6jy53AqOfGDKSnV_4qTesb83yS__WtMsm_QQ62exWe2pqJbLumBUvpww6r1BXroTujtmGOhJpTXKuyy1sft-ia41VGOvkQClMEg4F_cb8n9rS9v49WMmIZFt2M2SVtT8JuTzZJMlo-Bf4RGXNFgn0/w214-h475/Mildred_Simon_Door_County_Advocate12121930.JPG" width="214" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The local newspaper celebrated Mildred Simon's academic accomplishments while a student at the University of Wisconsin. Published in the <i>Door County Advocate </i>(December 12, 1930).<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>The determined young woman graduated in three years with a journalism degree, which makes sense considering her curiosity and high school newspaper contributions, but seems an unusual choice for a future physician. In her autobiography, Mildred explained that a medical degree seemed unattainable considering the burn-out pace required to afford her education. After spending some time employed at the <i>Wisconsin State Journal</i>, however, she realized journalism was not for her and enrolled once more at the University of Wisconsin, this time intent on studying medicine.<br /></p><p>In 1933, Mildred Simon married fellow medical student Grant Stone. The couple soon had a child while she was in school and, out of necessity, Mildred would sometimes bring both her baby and her dog to lectures, parking them outside the lecture hall where she could keep an eye on them. Her first child, Kathy, also accompanied Mildred to work and even helped with her entrepreneurial venture of churning out course notes on a makeshift printing press.</p><p>While she experienced instances of sexual harassment at the university and noticed fellow female students receiving unwanted attention from male professors, Mildred denied that medical school was made more difficult for her as a woman. She acknowledged that she was treated differently but felt that some professors were harder on her, and some graded her more leniently. In the end, in her mind, it all balanced out.</p><p>After her medical training in Milwaukee, Chicago, and Crandon (Wis.), Mildred interned at the Wisconsin General Hospital in Madison. She received her medical degree in 1938 and entered into private practice with her husband in Berlin, Wisconsin.</p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigDsYFhFjRv6eCyIeSCbz7kiiNdi5fgEZon9a928uVF4q4D-l1g2NLi-dSyLYF7Rc4bzdR7DieszRoGeKHeZZ_88SD41tU8NL5LJaNUVJxIGZO8FCoO-EGcyYJOnT0urTIinCqUNS0JWFYefxGoXirkn88G2iTZE_qdtnePb5QYc9BQwuhLV-INh1r_Co/s651/Mildred_Stone_Photo_Application_Medical_License_Wisconsin_1939.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="651" data-original-width="457" height="464" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigDsYFhFjRv6eCyIeSCbz7kiiNdi5fgEZon9a928uVF4q4D-l1g2NLi-dSyLYF7Rc4bzdR7DieszRoGeKHeZZ_88SD41tU8NL5LJaNUVJxIGZO8FCoO-EGcyYJOnT0urTIinCqUNS0JWFYefxGoXirkn88G2iTZE_qdtnePb5QYc9BQwuhLV-INh1r_Co/w326-h464/Mildred_Stone_Photo_Application_Medical_License_Wisconsin_1939.JPG" width="326" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dr. Mildred Stone submitted this photograph with her Wisconsin medical license application in 1938, available on Ancestry.com.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> <p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmV7cCFtCxY57quq9LiJ2hlngdy6vH621rk50cliIOIrTZh-x0XLCMb56Ai-avKWGhRlCNpWvFEOyOz_9bRj96OfNS4vSZKpClkkuCXDlccwO4IQ0feoA6837KZOPUuEKXWyGcck1R0vfGsp5N8JEeYU9f5sLKx3K6NS1Io_Njgwl7JwMkX3wTZWl_yB0/s929/Doctor_Medicine_Degree_Diploma_1938_From_Application_Medical_License_Wisconsin.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="699" data-original-width="929" height="389" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmV7cCFtCxY57quq9LiJ2hlngdy6vH621rk50cliIOIrTZh-x0XLCMb56Ai-avKWGhRlCNpWvFEOyOz_9bRj96OfNS4vSZKpClkkuCXDlccwO4IQ0feoA6837KZOPUuEKXWyGcck1R0vfGsp5N8JEeYU9f5sLKx3K6NS1Io_Njgwl7JwMkX3wTZWl_yB0/w516-h389/Doctor_Medicine_Degree_Diploma_1938_From_Application_Medical_License_Wisconsin.JPG" width="516" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dr. Mildred Stone's medical school diploma, 1938. Image from her Wisconsin medical license application, available on Ancestry.com.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>The private practice in Berlin would bring all kinds of new experiences, both exciting and challenging. Dr. Stone experienced cases of polio and also treated patients with penicillin when it first became available in the United States. Prescribing antibiotics at that time was far from simple as supply was limited and physicians had to apply to a commission in Boston, receiving the drugs via air mail if their proposed usage was approved.</p><p>During World War Two, Mildred was left with an enormous workload as male doctors in the region, including her husband, entered the service and were no longer available to care for patients. One particularly trying incident left Dr. Stone to handle, with no assistance, nine individuals severely injured in a car accident. One of the victims required brain surgery and, not being a neurosurgeon and having her requests for help denied, she had to perform the operation while studying diagrams from her anatomy books. (The patient survived with no complications.) </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit779h-KLJWo6Byp0krGrKbViGOkhkaVL0ecv5y4he5dRa-rjJ7aLG2BWyG-lDJsFXA9WUVgkaK_0R_s97Q9ivNSH9QyUSbvyTxVOl93osEsqFQk5N6OiQBigQ5kawkNn5vSOTRpLPe9CkoMXoxQgh859D4D9w08KIqRLf_qKOa4iDn7HwDE1N703Cm6g/s798/Mildred_Stone_Daughters_Ladies_Home_Journal_021945.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="798" data-original-width="664" height="468" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit779h-KLJWo6Byp0krGrKbViGOkhkaVL0ecv5y4he5dRa-rjJ7aLG2BWyG-lDJsFXA9WUVgkaK_0R_s97Q9ivNSH9QyUSbvyTxVOl93osEsqFQk5N6OiQBigQ5kawkNn5vSOTRpLPe9CkoMXoxQgh859D4D9w08KIqRLf_qKOa4iDn7HwDE1N703Cm6g/w389-h468/Mildred_Stone_Daughters_Ladies_Home_Journal_021945.JPG" width="389" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photograph published in the February 1945 issue of the <i>Ladies Home Journal</i>.</td></tr></tbody></table><p>The following letter, submitted to the <i>Ladies Home Journal</i> and published in their February 1945 issue, provides an outsider's opinion of Dr. Stone's life at this time, and the challenges she faced during the war. Written by <i>Milwaukee Journal </i>writer
and popular advice columnist Ione Quinby Griggs, it describes how hard
Dr. Stone worked as she covered for absent male
physicians while tending to her children and home.</p><p><i>Dear Editor: Here is the story of a woman country doctor who has
not only carried on her husband's medical practice during the three
years that he has been in service, but has cared for her two children
and bought and developed an attractive house and grounds in which to
welcome her husband home.</i></p><p><i>She is Dr. Mildred Stone of
Berlin, Wisconsin, known as "Doctor Mildred" to countless families in
small towns and rural districts. She has averaged between seventy-five
and one hundred obstetrical cases a year since her husband, Capt. Grant
Stone, left (he is now believed to be in German territory), and last
winter during the flu and pneumonia epidemic her patients averaged
seventy a day.</i></p><p><i>On her forty-acre grounds (besides a lake
and lake cottage), Doctor Stone has the best Victory garden in that
section, and a flower garden with prize gladiolus and roses. She
attended them last year with no help except that of her ten-year-old
daughter, Kathleen. Her other daughter, Karen, is three. The doctor puts
on overalls far into the night, and digs and plants by floodlight. The
house is old, but she has managed with a little help here and there to
get it remodeled, painted and papered.</i></p><p><i>The Doctors Stone
have dreamed of a 'town farm' with lake since they worked their way
through the University of Wisconsin medical school together, and it will
be a reality when the captain comes home. In the back yard, fantail
pigeons and Muscovy ducks live in prefabricated houses, and ducks,
Siberian silkies (chickens) and others are raised for eggs and meat.
There is a freezing unit in the basement. Also the doctor has put up
untold numbers of quarts of vegetables, fruits and berries.</i></p><p><i>On
top of her other duties, Doctor Stone was health officer until this
year--she averages three hours of sleep a night. She had a very good
housekeeper until a few months ago, when the woman left town, and the
doctor appealed to me to help her find someone, through my problem
column in the </i>Milwaukee Journal<i>. She wrote that it was increasingly
difficult to minister to the sick because her own three-year-old was
having nightmares when mamma went calling at night. Her letter got
eighty-five replies, and she found a very good young woman to help her. <br /></i></p><p>Dr. Grant Stone returned safely from the war but, after working together for over ten years, the "Doctors Stone" separated in 1951, and the couple later divorced. Mildred moved with her five daughters to Madison, where she spent one year at the American Red Cross blood bank, followed by nine years at the Madison VA Hospital. At the veterans' hospital, Dr. Stone delighted long-term tuberculosis patients by remembering their birthdays with gifts and poems and by writing and producing humorous holiday skits. Even the grumpiest of patients were touched by her thoughtfulness.</p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDhOHGdWWjKdH1aPHumJOhyNeFNRLRYbaMUXxSVYWc-iSx0FHmWpJOy8ExNKymnygJhnxKMh3W8Nv-k7er8hWr6zGhBLNzIRYFksjerWO63eRJuww8gAw8VheoCZ3DQc9ijhDAsuubdowlncU2O-BqU-S8RFfoX6X4HlkxncNRfFezwj97gIrfBuWIkSU/s809/Mildred_Stone_Red_Cross_Camp_McCoy_Capital_Times12291951.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="739" data-original-width="809" height="443" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDhOHGdWWjKdH1aPHumJOhyNeFNRLRYbaMUXxSVYWc-iSx0FHmWpJOy8ExNKymnygJhnxKMh3W8Nv-k7er8hWr6zGhBLNzIRYFksjerWO63eRJuww8gAw8VheoCZ3DQc9ijhDAsuubdowlncU2O-BqU-S8RFfoX6X4HlkxncNRfFezwj97gIrfBuWIkSU/w485-h443/Mildred_Stone_Red_Cross_Camp_McCoy_Capital_Times12291951.JPG" width="485" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dr. Stone at work for the American Red Cross. Image published in the <i>Capital Times </i>(December 29, 1951).<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p>While she worked at the veterans' hospital, Dr. Stone also served as an assistant professor at the University of Wisconsin Medical School and was elected to the American Academy of Allergy. Allergy research was personal to the physician, as she and her daughters were very allergic to many drugs and foods. </p><p>Though she was well liked and successful at her work in Madison, by 1961, Dr. Stone had grown frustrated with aspects of the job and returned to private practice in a small town in southwestern Wisconsin called Cuba City. She joined the Cuba City Medical Center, where she served as a general practitioner specializing in allergies and pulmonary disease. At that time, the Cuba City facility, opened by Dr. Cedric S. King in 1953, was still relatively new.<br /></p><p>Dr. Stone had this to say about her new home:</p><p><i>Cuba City is a friendly little town of 2,000 in southwestern Wisconsin in the middle of a rich agricultural area. Many of the men are employed in Dubuque, Iowa, about twenty miles away. The town had a good elementary and high school and a parochial (Catholic) grade school. There are four churches. There is a country club, complete with a pool where swimming lessons are held. The merchants are friendly and reliable and the car dealers and repairers are honest. The hospital was rated at 55 beds, connected to a clinic with a total of five doctors and a nursing home of 100 beds. The proximity of the clinic and the hospital was one of my reasons for settling there.</i> <br /></p><p>And settle she did. Dr. Stone put down roots, building a home at 507 East Webster Street. In her more than twenty years practicing in Cuba City, she saw several interesting cases, including delivering the largest (14 pounds) and smallest (12 ounces) babies of her career--a career in which she delivered over 2,000 babies.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0q_taC633XfhLOcQL9BS20RWABi2ojEImF6Qg0McqEszY9M6nrAAzbDjXAiVljCr-Fw5ZUTnVCDXWK3PGzguOxYQ-cRSXyXcfbyT6ehKU7BaPQFvPAu99RewB6eNxgB4YhPVQIBZSHZF-ysk4jeuHSZvnD6pv9HggLVZ1mtmEqNRYHbQYdPmkecxD87M/s1225/507_East_Webster_Cuba_City_3.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="915" data-original-width="1225" height="376" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0q_taC633XfhLOcQL9BS20RWABi2ojEImF6Qg0McqEszY9M6nrAAzbDjXAiVljCr-Fw5ZUTnVCDXWK3PGzguOxYQ-cRSXyXcfbyT6ehKU7BaPQFvPAu99RewB6eNxgB4YhPVQIBZSHZF-ysk4jeuHSZvnD6pv9HggLVZ1mtmEqNRYHbQYdPmkecxD87M/w504-h376/507_East_Webster_Cuba_City_3.JPG" width="504" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dr. Stone's newly built home in Cuba City at 507 East Webster Street.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>In 1984, still in Cuba City, Dr. Stone retired from medical practice. The paperwork and interactions with insurance companies, still a bane of practitioners today, had dogged her since her time at the VA Hospital and had only gotten worse as her career progressed. It was time to hang up the stethoscope.<br /></p><p>Despite the frustrations, Dr. Stone remained dedicated to fighting for patients throughout her career. One particular recollection in her autobiography perfectly captures the doctor's persistence, as well as her frankness and sense of humor. When Medicare refused to cover a custom-made bra required by a patient, "I wrote to the gentleman who had written to me and suggested that if his organs of reproduction hung down to his ankles, he would want some support. She got her bra."<br /></p><p>Cuba City was lucky to have Dr. Stone caring for its residents for so many years. Dr. Mildred Stone passed away in 1998.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt5QTlF2QwtSCttjo2yHspD131GuBN_OLjz9lsjiqaRaSjt-2wgMA4mebob35JVJojJXYEE9pc4QXsK49488IbOEnk-_p4Whb4swhNyh97HZXG-BzwM-PGzWZwIVHG5IFAYF3XMCaJ3xraQPA7dNZslOhB_rfp6DcMqtVTt5wSbtEp8tkS88KW5zp3vU4/s4880/Hen_Medic_Cover.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4880" data-original-width="3420" height="507" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt5QTlF2QwtSCttjo2yHspD131GuBN_OLjz9lsjiqaRaSjt-2wgMA4mebob35JVJojJXYEE9pc4QXsK49488IbOEnk-_p4Whb4swhNyh97HZXG-BzwM-PGzWZwIVHG5IFAYF3XMCaJ3xraQPA7dNZslOhB_rfp6DcMqtVTt5wSbtEp8tkS88KW5zp3vU4/w355-h507/Hen_Medic_Cover.jpg" width="355" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cover of <i>Hen Medic</i>, Dr. Mildred Stone's autobiography, published in 1989. <span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"> If you haven't read it, the book might be available through your local library (the <span><a tabindex="-1"></a></span>Cuba City Public Library has a copy!).</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXuoo6GxOaV0ak9XR5lDSKhLndZEB473Gv9fML83SH4XhYNbdSSyHyCpqJ3QXVIhzb1CUw_cGWsbv_8mzOE7gpIyeSf75ftNY3uKfy3MkRAJiilR6dJHouos_CStKYk53oNctLH3BVh4j3dTkhV4L3kM4jlRME0HFPg83jx77KkL6djMFuSbtpauUB9KU/s2814/Hen_Medic_Mildred_Stone_Inscription.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1418" data-original-width="2814" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXuoo6GxOaV0ak9XR5lDSKhLndZEB473Gv9fML83SH4XhYNbdSSyHyCpqJ3QXVIhzb1CUw_cGWsbv_8mzOE7gpIyeSf75ftNY3uKfy3MkRAJiilR6dJHouos_CStKYk53oNctLH3BVh4j3dTkhV4L3kM4jlRME0HFPg83jx77KkL6djMFuSbtpauUB9KU/w410-h206/Hen_Medic_Mildred_Stone_Inscription.jpg" width="410" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dr. Stone's inscription inside one copy of her autobiography.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table>Historical Jottingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401253405761913919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612509177355526223.post-54217625706888486692023-04-17T14:00:00.001-07:002023-04-17T14:00:00.173-07:00April Snowstorm at the Soft Drink Parlor<p>On this day in 1921, Cuba City residents spent their Sunday digging out from a freak 24-hour spring snowstorm that local newspapers called the worst of the entire season. The <i>Platteville Journal* </i>reported that thunder and lightning accompanied the Friday evening snowfall, and blizzard conditions prevailed Saturday when winds reached 30 miles per hour. Travel by automobile or train was impossible, as was communication between neighboring towns, and snow drifts were higher than many had seen before.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="1577" height="377" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGp1ubw9czmxTziFgnHC7sYWN0my5WTV0cHc46lH7bB1P1bwOWfoF46B1Cbu1AsHVxh_R9UO339ZAK-dpk3rN3Q0epsjlHNGpbAItxhoqP-YZWF1a7fxMESNLnZOVGsWcvLG-XqTn9K9eqDfrDNv2CBrMcya6PLMKymACCo56cYk0h3_eTyJeMPsSH/w555-h377/Wiederhold's_Snowstorm_04171921.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="555" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cuba City's Main Street. April 17, 1921.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Thank you to Rachel Butts for sharing the photograph above, which captures the substantial snow on Cuba City's Main Street in front of the Wiederhold "soft drink parlor" (Doolittle's today). Prohibition was in place at the time, so alcohol was not technically being served at the former tavern. Proprietor George Wiederhold would be arrested later in the year, however, and on several subsequent occasions during Prohibition, for possessing liquor.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">*"April Showers? No, Blizzard," <i>Platteville Journal</i>, April 20, 1921, 1.<br /></div><p></p>Historical Jottingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401253405761913919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612509177355526223.post-21836785390361172622023-04-09T14:15:00.005-07:002023-04-09T18:14:27.889-07:00Mapping the way to Cuba City<p>Paper maps may have fallen out of vogue, but they were a vital tool for automobile owners itching to hit the open road in the early 1900s. The Wisconsin Department of Transportation has made it possible to do a little time traveling with their archive of over one hundred years' worth of <b><u><a href="https://wisconsindot.gov/Pages/travel/road/hwy-maps/default.aspx" target="_blank">digitized state highway maps</a></u></b>. Hopefully, the few examples below will inspire you to visit the digital archive and explore for yourself.</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWFQTfZM9yPvFaCLYsJbxJoWrrPTEimwoXh3EOsPEKNvD8Btuq5ikSdaqP5eP-Z-tkYQHylyVBVGhVBkw3ZHWzuJXbNDr65c96jZtWd5Aj17T3twGdls9JPeb21r7EZI3fWNgCklLF62JOP08l7ehYyu_6MiziSdqiot-JW2nA7bLqVAgf1iHwildQ/s839/WI_Highway_Map_1916.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="706" data-original-width="839" height="411" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWFQTfZM9yPvFaCLYsJbxJoWrrPTEimwoXh3EOsPEKNvD8Btuq5ikSdaqP5eP-Z-tkYQHylyVBVGhVBkw3ZHWzuJXbNDr65c96jZtWd5Aj17T3twGdls9JPeb21r7EZI3fWNgCklLF62JOP08l7ehYyu_6MiziSdqiot-JW2nA7bLqVAgf1iHwildQ/w489-h411/WI_Highway_Map_1916.JPG" width="489" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The first available map comes from 1916. It was published by
Rand-McNally, using data from the Wisconsin Highway Commission (today,
the Wisconsin Department of Transportation). The wide red lines indicate
main highways while the narrow red lines are secondary roads.</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxm1tp1M8iDfSOuC2J1wNoOk2T7ainDSaTySs5jfuypZvCGHgZi1NLoUIBag7RnKr8p-o0qHQUbxzOnV69x9WYan_ShU8rpmRrOIvkg4dLsEi0mJ3BweqazGc7IPR85CoddNhvXr92KQki2mHXCHSC_R-TMtRMsUu85iXC96uiv2XOHH_Q_O9qLzTe/s787/WI_Highway_Map_1918.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="673" data-original-width="787" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxm1tp1M8iDfSOuC2J1wNoOk2T7ainDSaTySs5jfuypZvCGHgZi1NLoUIBag7RnKr8p-o0qHQUbxzOnV69x9WYan_ShU8rpmRrOIvkg4dLsEi0mJ3BweqazGc7IPR85CoddNhvXr92KQki2mHXCHSC_R-TMtRMsUu85iXC96uiv2XOHH_Q_O9qLzTe/w495-h424/WI_Highway_Map_1918.JPG" width="495" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In 1918, the Wisconsin Highway Commission began publishing its own map, which
showed off the state's new, uniformly numbered highway system--the first in the
country! (The Highway Commission was tasked by the state legislature in
1917 with creating the system of roads to connect county seats and all
communities of 5,000 or more people.) Note that Highway 80 did not yet
exist, and Highway 20, which would later become Highway 11, appears to
takes a more northerly route to Cuba City. The green numbers and shapes
on the map refer to points of interest, the list of which was not
digitized.</td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgogGgyuYmd-vTa_iE-jr4F0_Qbk8GAFDbZbcBCYEUs74QjGEtzP0o4BcELQXqaQnKi0dvssZeRKlVWWDc2cQx3O9nkZZpZryG02tu51jF_zl7SoE9oY6nk9zttpy-hIQvnwvMJOjzW_INbujzFAH9gL7MdOyzRjFs_OUbOH6F089SAx1eLbXlF6r6b/s692/WI_Highway_Map_1920.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="611" data-original-width="692" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgogGgyuYmd-vTa_iE-jr4F0_Qbk8GAFDbZbcBCYEUs74QjGEtzP0o4BcELQXqaQnKi0dvssZeRKlVWWDc2cQx3O9nkZZpZryG02tu51jF_zl7SoE9oY6nk9zttpy-hIQvnwvMJOjzW_INbujzFAH9gL7MdOyzRjFs_OUbOH6F089SAx1eLbXlF6r6b/w484-h428/WI_Highway_Map_1920.JPG" width="484" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On the 1920 map, Highway 80 makes its first appearance, and Highway 20 (later Highway 11) no longer runs north to Cuba City.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIhvpYUFLmbtFAlwUiJ_c4Nu-9rW-z_GuDvTD23g8FdJI3iUpZvH0GwSOSwigQP6GYWhmzunAXaPLe0bVWEE2_lzVJ8ivCVDUSJOg2K2IweUZjfwFjN1ACVv546aP_EKIHjdNni9fxbPpcAbgdk0xINPV8UXrOmk2Obp2M1RNh7Ic-zUE-4pqQd9Al/s835/WI_Highway_Map_1922.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="735" data-original-width="835" height="398" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIhvpYUFLmbtFAlwUiJ_c4Nu-9rW-z_GuDvTD23g8FdJI3iUpZvH0GwSOSwigQP6GYWhmzunAXaPLe0bVWEE2_lzVJ8ivCVDUSJOg2K2IweUZjfwFjN1ACVv546aP_EKIHjdNni9fxbPpcAbgdk0xINPV8UXrOmk2Obp2M1RNh7Ic-zUE-4pqQd9Al/w451-h398/WI_Highway_Map_1922.JPG" width="451" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In 1922, a distinction was made between surfaced roads (red) and earth
roads (purple). Wide dotted red lines indicated "light coverings of
gravel, etc.," which allowed for good travel in the summer. Wide solid
red lines were highways surfaced with concrete. Wide dashed purple lines
indicated roads that were not surfaced and slippery after rain. Thin
lines on the map were county roads.</td></tr></tbody></table></div><p></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt0fj5_BFQbM0oQ7uvaU12tAN4YQvqlIodUhUQoKV6I7u_ltiy-IC_UQbk7lQqZt7_Zo8QHAIpvQVOrs0wyRTpugBKsitC0ui2n6qhIvluGiGERSEipWqAIHE2arv7ny6oD1AkIqHKrK9xYX9VnBiJANMOTllWbksmRJLbvBLG5Awu7rTRZnFzrgd2/s881/WI_Highway_Map_1934.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="771" data-original-width="881" height="392" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt0fj5_BFQbM0oQ7uvaU12tAN4YQvqlIodUhUQoKV6I7u_ltiy-IC_UQbk7lQqZt7_Zo8QHAIpvQVOrs0wyRTpugBKsitC0ui2n6qhIvluGiGERSEipWqAIHE2arv7ny6oD1AkIqHKrK9xYX9VnBiJANMOTllWbksmRJLbvBLG5Awu7rTRZnFzrgd2/w448-h392/WI_Highway_Map_1934.JPG" width="448" />j</a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On the 1934 map, Highway 20 is renamed Highway 11. Highway 80 was
considered a "semi-hard road," surfaced with gravel, crushed stone,
etc., and the surrounding county roads were surfaced with gravel,
macadam, etc. Note that Highway 81 to Darlington and Highway 61 south of
Dickeyville were "hard roads," surfaced with concrete or bituminous
surfacings.</td></tr></tbody></table>Historical Jottingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401253405761913919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612509177355526223.post-21961797617693881902023-02-26T17:47:00.026-08:002023-08-21T07:52:50.845-07:00From Town Pumps to Water Towers : Hydrating Cuba City Through the Years<p>Many a happy hour has been spent round the old town pumps in days of old, when folks traveled, pails in hand, to replenish their home's water supply and perhaps socialize for a restful moment or two. Cuba City had just such a pump in its infancy, when shallow wells could be found along Main Street, one located in front of the old post office, beside today's Presidential Courtyard. [1] That area would long be a destination for the thirsty, the pump being replaced in later years by a drinking fountain like the one below.<br /></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaoY93ByvttC0RNcaqKPMQjyjMNo-5dPfATIkoBeQ08yvzdL9w0JEkzfrjyIRQnw6PUQrIrHW2turHuujH9K_ltLU57OiR9ipmemdXSNbHfCJigZKuOCaZtzSJOudvVORfhTVWW6mK1VUKguEAu6Mll5eNoIQ8ZhzDnZwzr9qwgfMzLIgDwfaA_4zR/s1819/Bubbler.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1819" data-original-width="1156" height="554" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaoY93ByvttC0RNcaqKPMQjyjMNo-5dPfATIkoBeQ08yvzdL9w0JEkzfrjyIRQnw6PUQrIrHW2turHuujH9K_ltLU57OiR9ipmemdXSNbHfCJigZKuOCaZtzSJOudvVORfhTVWW6mK1VUKguEAu6Mll5eNoIQ8ZhzDnZwzr9qwgfMzLIgDwfaA_4zR/w352-h554/Bubbler.jpg" width="352" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lillian Heitkamp (right) poses with a friend beside a drinking fountain
on Cuba City's Main Street, circa 1920s. Photograph courtesy of Rachel
Butts.</td></tr></tbody></table><p>Even before lots were publicly sold, when Cuba City was just a plan on paper, the town's founders understood the importance of offering a public source of water. As the article below points out, a public well was dug, and there was even talk of incorporating a windmill, though there is no proof that that transpired. [2]<br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhKv0IVqKdP89nksDAUuBD1PTfJWDW2FUMYDLQxjGsPzov-kR2DSdHSFuYAdyMZAeRtyM9btXt4RJ_HslJz-FR4nBJZwkncoT_pDmwgrAaVq6LmAZAMKlPy2zEe_A8KoI6c4GXzbO1fxq0DF3tcyg9_wUYcm3lPw-d6rvI9Ie_LrGQ7DG65QvZd8CZ/s7510/Cuba_City_Founding_Grant_County_Witness_Thu__Jun_17__1875_.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="7510" data-original-width="6647" height="451" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhKv0IVqKdP89nksDAUuBD1PTfJWDW2FUMYDLQxjGsPzov-kR2DSdHSFuYAdyMZAeRtyM9btXt4RJ_HslJz-FR4nBJZwkncoT_pDmwgrAaVq6LmAZAMKlPy2zEe_A8KoI6c4GXzbO1fxq0DF3tcyg9_wUYcm3lPw-d6rvI9Ie_LrGQ7DG65QvZd8CZ/w399-h451/Cuba_City_Founding_Grant_County_Witness_Thu__Jun_17__1875_.jpg" width="399" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Published in the <i>Grant County Witness </i>(June 17, 1875).<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>In the years that followed Cuba City's founding in 1875, newspapers were filled with glowing depictions of the village's prosperity, quite possibly written by the founders themselves and designed to sell lots. Water played a role in these persuasive arguments, one claiming that "a never-failing well, centrally located, furnishes a cooling and healthful beverage for the thirsty, a convenience as well as a blessing that most towns in the West cannot boast of." [3]</p><p>Cuba City's shallow public wells were ill equipped, however, to accommodate all of the growing city's water needs. In addition to public water access, residences had cisterns to capture and store rain for private use, and some businesses dug their own wells. Even so, village dwellers suffered during dry spells and began pushing for a more sophisticated system:</p><p><i>"Water! Water! Is the cry in town at present. Cisterns all dry and only two wells in town from which water can be pumped. The great need of the place at present is a public well and it is strange that business men and property holders do not take hold of this matter and push it to completion; a very little agitation by the right party would soon have a well where it would do some good."</i> [4]<br /></p><p>Inconvenience was far from the only argument for a more robust water supply. Fighting fires in the early days was often a losing battle since the only way for the village's fledgling fire company to transport water was via bucket brigade. Often, the best one could hope for was the removal of all persons and valuable belongings from a structure before the blaze consumed the rest.<br /></p><p>The village's shallow wells also bred disease and were easily contaminated by nearby latrines. A number of cases of typhoid fever were reported in Cuba City in the late 1800s, and local historian Edward O'Neill attributed this to the city's water supply. [5] One typhoid epidemic in 1894 lasted two to three months and killed at least five people, with countless others falling ill. [6] </p><p>A large step in the right direction for improved public health and safety was made just a few years after the typhoid epidemic when, in 1896, the village of Cuba City installed a "modern" waterworks, complete with underground pipes and a deeper well, operated by a gasoline engine. The new system was based in the northwest corner of the city park, at the corner of Clay and Washington Street. </p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMNfbZuG7rqCyfYnqZjmv0M0pK0udZAYwWBppnjddWrp-IJo4SFJF74G3vO1cfTuLmWx7_yy6g9y0T4uA2da-j3P-QIHGCcS5AMzDl7sTsvXjsze0sJgiDfN4z0R9xtcC0Q2ExW1JWf_kNfblpKXb01OgikiYlYdReGOZZVd9dBTm_m3sDIAJnTzNv/s758/Waterworks_Mining_Times.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="758" data-original-width="457" height="552" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMNfbZuG7rqCyfYnqZjmv0M0pK0udZAYwWBppnjddWrp-IJo4SFJF74G3vO1cfTuLmWx7_yy6g9y0T4uA2da-j3P-QIHGCcS5AMzDl7sTsvXjsze0sJgiDfN4z0R9xtcC0Q2ExW1JWf_kNfblpKXb01OgikiYlYdReGOZZVd9dBTm_m3sDIAJnTzNv/w333-h552/Waterworks_Mining_Times.JPG" width="333" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Published in <i>The Mining Times </i>(August 27, 1896). The Benton newspaper editor was likely either joking or in error when referring to "Mayor Kivlahan," as John Stephens was Cuba City's village president at the time. The Kivlahans were Cuba City businessmen, however, and certainly could have been involved in the waterworks project.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Despite the fanfare, Cuba City's new waterworks did not immediately pass muster. It took the installation of a much more powerful twenty-horsepower engine before residents and city officials were satisfied, at least as far as firefighting capabilities were concerned. [8] </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijdciqSJ4o9UMgn23nxDdkYdPH7sjqKUg6sjdHZrdEUAQV00s8fpJYReRpTLir71XUbdFpwXiKjKGjj_ta2BsvKa0CD-jstSY9gHlPfRm3MShq4E_SfJ7eLSrRNPreOtIgpT91HitBauL-w54J0a-I8uBQ8nFjPCcAt2BfgZ6UGYtAX4r5kV9SOJWV/s884/Grant_County_Witness_05081901.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="571" data-original-width="884" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijdciqSJ4o9UMgn23nxDdkYdPH7sjqKUg6sjdHZrdEUAQV00s8fpJYReRpTLir71XUbdFpwXiKjKGjj_ta2BsvKa0CD-jstSY9gHlPfRm3MShq4E_SfJ7eLSrRNPreOtIgpT91HitBauL-w54J0a-I8uBQ8nFjPCcAt2BfgZ6UGYtAX4r5kV9SOJWV/w427-h276/Grant_County_Witness_05081901.JPG" width="427" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Published in the <i>Grant County Witness</i> (May 8, 1901).<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>While the new waterworks was proving satisfactory in fighting fires, what about the water quality? In 1902, Cuba City's Dr. Edward McDonald sent a sample from the city well to the State Board of Health for testing. The results can be seen below in their entirety, but the conclusions were generally positive. The consulting chemist and bacteriologist found the village's water to be "pure" and though "somewhat high in number of bacteria," containing "no evidence of pollution."<br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5e5x8PbrAqvSqSnyqnoKB8-ea3ydkR0WYVrdWkqg6-npqZLCtat4-40zlctW5cjbYQ7qLLtcqChRWGYspXz1EZlBrCj1wptU9foAvZNBhwLeebl2OzySsAk82hFTyX-qxAygZyPO6z804pxP3-aHocS5fIpZRrNARkIagsPFAhRtG7LQ3eGszyfx/s853/Report_State_Board_Health_1902.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="602" height="705" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5e5x8PbrAqvSqSnyqnoKB8-ea3ydkR0WYVrdWkqg6-npqZLCtat4-40zlctW5cjbYQ7qLLtcqChRWGYspXz1EZlBrCj1wptU9foAvZNBhwLeebl2OzySsAk82hFTyX-qxAygZyPO6z804pxP3-aHocS5fIpZRrNARkIagsPFAhRtG7LQ3eGszyfx/w498-h705/Report_State_Board_Health_1902.JPG" width="498" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Published in the <i>Nineteenth Report of the State Board of Health</i>, Wisconsin, 1903.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>After the waterworks installation in 1896, Cuba City continued to make improvements to the town's water system over the next few decades. The town's first water tower, for instance, was built in 1903 and was located beside the pump house and electric station in the city's park. And, in 1918, an additional well was drilled to ensure access to plentiful water in emergencies. [9,10]<br /></p><p></p><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguRwbotg5kReuGP4TklCkQheRW8O7f-qDmStGyXKWGz5zbUKyHKz1RBAZ9lmPOA6FRRokEN_wU18vMV_nlo-0ax2UWCODKl3QeidKUMoJpv9brTDEHHnkFee4PwEVqhCsXr_Ulpt4T0BydKzKv5l0uH_VLX0McZAjDcuNbOcZOzUSljoaKaIq6uT7I/s3254/Cuba_City_Water_Tower_Water_Works_Engine_House_Postcard_1908_Front%20(2).jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1990" data-original-width="3254" height="324" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguRwbotg5kReuGP4TklCkQheRW8O7f-qDmStGyXKWGz5zbUKyHKz1RBAZ9lmPOA6FRRokEN_wU18vMV_nlo-0ax2UWCODKl3QeidKUMoJpv9brTDEHHnkFee4PwEVqhCsXr_Ulpt4T0BydKzKv5l0uH_VLX0McZAjDcuNbOcZOzUSljoaKaIq6uT7I/w529-h324/Cuba_City_Water_Tower_Water_Works_Engine_House_Postcard_1908_Front%20(2).jpg" width="529" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The water tower was located at the intersection of Clay and Washington Street, in the northwest corner of today's Veterans Memorial Park. Postcard published in 1908 by B. H. Dingman of Plymouth, Wis.</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p>Better water supply in the twentieth century meant conveniences such as drinking fountains and, just as the town pump was a place of interest in the community, so too did the town's drinking fountains become gathering spots. <br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPzFTnrjNoBqG8IaU8BT-rjNrIFoEQJnStVWEb_pmWbQVornqVA69UMD2jDXg1cMxkylXhFbJ59QAo6es0LIwbJiw6V3Pm4rYUNt27P0wS21fJlG0qYhp_F_H0YoQ77wZEJ8z8vVRIhGXcgQM_neo4lbo7k2_Khkk_ZHJ7q6m8KRM1wtSPuMBfb4yK/s619/Fountain_05201921.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="584" data-original-width="619" height="338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPzFTnrjNoBqG8IaU8BT-rjNrIFoEQJnStVWEb_pmWbQVornqVA69UMD2jDXg1cMxkylXhFbJ59QAo6es0LIwbJiw6V3Pm4rYUNt27P0wS21fJlG0qYhp_F_H0YoQ77wZEJ8z8vVRIhGXcgQM_neo4lbo7k2_Khkk_ZHJ7q6m8KRM1wtSPuMBfb4yK/w359-h338/Fountain_05201921.JPG" width="359" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Published in the <i>Cuba City News-Herald </i>(May 20, 1921).<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>As the above article suggests, the town's drinking fountains often drew the comical attention of Cuba City newspaper editor W. H. Goldthorpe, who
announced their opening and closing with the
seasons and sometimes publicly urged city officials to improve their performance. In the plea below, water and light superintendent J. R. "Joe" Kay was targeted on behalf of Michael Banfield, operator of the Northwestern Hotel:<br /></p><p></p><p><i>"Hey you, Joe Kay, as superintendent of the city water works, come quickly. And bring along your tongs, your tools and your turning tackle. Then regulate, please, the flow of water from the drinking fountain at the Post Office (it's Cuba City P.O. now, mind you) to a stream which will fit the drinker of our good friend, Michael Banfield. We are to lose his semi-frequent daily visits to the west side of the street if you don't. 'Mike,' you know, is a heavy drinker--of water. He has a tin cup of his own at the Northwestern Hotel, and there is quite a bit of aqua pura to be obtained there. But for some reason he likes our First Ward water the better and dotes on trotting across to the post office corner for 'steen or more pulls at that fountain, every day. But he now 'puts up' a protest against the quantity we are giving up there; says he can't cover the nozzle without having the water squirt up his nostrils, into his eyes, or down his shirt front. We don't want to lose 'Mike's' visits. So, Joe, turn down the water."</i> [11] </p><p>Main Street was not the only place to benefit from an improved water supply. In 1924, a large water fountain installed in the center of the city park became a destination for merrymakers, particularly on warm, summer days.<br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9q2676w6VxsXRgoMHPDgo6o0vwgGU9gtYoXnrwlaLfg1L4EmdW8ODCeQmEFUj10T6tkVEZL5lE8TRgK-9scyfsIPMa09UFiyupatgsIwkKphNvMSagavDVqP-5ug57slhUdVnZO1KHZte8LfRZYpZh8P9295RUim8df6do7EKtFPR6h0gie8czxYD/s1387/Water_Fountain_Central_Park.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1015" data-original-width="1387" height="381" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9q2676w6VxsXRgoMHPDgo6o0vwgGU9gtYoXnrwlaLfg1L4EmdW8ODCeQmEFUj10T6tkVEZL5lE8TRgK-9scyfsIPMa09UFiyupatgsIwkKphNvMSagavDVqP-5ug57slhUdVnZO1KHZte8LfRZYpZh8P9295RUim8df6do7EKtFPR6h0gie8czxYD/w522-h381/Water_Fountain_Central_Park.JPG" width="522" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Image of the park fountain, with a nearby drinking fountain, from the "Remember When" DVD put together by Beanie Loeffelholz and the City of Presidents.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>As the years marched on, Cuba City's once modern waterworks aged and required further improvements. In 1937, permission was granted for a new, deeper well to be drilled on the northern edge of the city, near today's VFW building, and in the 1950s, Mayor Harry Kilkelly convinced the City Council to approve a new water system, with a sewage system installed in 1955, making the private latrines that once proved so detrimental to the city's water supply a thing of the past. [12] </p><p>Though the town pumps and fountains no longer offer the gathering place they once did, I think it's safe to say that Cuba City's current residents much prefer the modern water system, which they may be reminded of every time they lift a faucet or glance up at the "new" water tower, built in Splinter Park in the 1970s.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu46LPMn2HOHCVcSTpuMmslHZcJltsu31v7v3T5SuypFtUBL3hqA2pu33FeJp4LLengOLfXO48nBhvCGSp6d4jFA_lyABme2mCJt5hGqbY4FV7gELUYz-8GKzCDPVz5K7Ihny1drAF1qLHM4fypcsw3u7UB4s2u0fllltiCF4HO-qj9igOpCLT0iGj/s2656/20230205_122456.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2656" data-original-width="1567" height="567" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu46LPMn2HOHCVcSTpuMmslHZcJltsu31v7v3T5SuypFtUBL3hqA2pu33FeJp4LLengOLfXO48nBhvCGSp6d4jFA_lyABme2mCJt5hGqbY4FV7gELUYz-8GKzCDPVz5K7Ihny1drAF1qLHM4fypcsw3u7UB4s2u0fllltiCF4HO-qj9igOpCLT0iGj/w335-h567/20230205_122456.jpg" width="335" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p><b><u>Notes</u></b> <br /></p><p>[1] Edward J. O'Neill, <i>Cuba City Centennial: 100 years, 1875-1975 </i>(Cuba City, Wis.: Cuba City Centennial Committee, 1975).</p><p>[2] "From Cuba City," <i>Galena Daily Gazette</i>, June 30, 1875, 3.</p><p>[3] "Cuba City, Its Business Advantages," <i>Galena Daily Gazette</i>, May 25, 1876, 3.<br /></p><p>[4] "From Cuba City," <i>Grant County Wit</i><i>ness</i>, September 4, 1889, 2. </p><p>[5] O'Neill, <i>Cuba City Centennial</i>.</p><p>[6] "The City," <i>Dubuque Daily Times</i>, November 29, 1894, 8.</p><p>[7] "Town and County News,<i>" Grant County Herald</i>, November 1, 1894, 5. </p><p>[8] "Cuba City," <i>The Mining Times, </i>November 26, 1896, 1.</p><p>[9] "City Pump Out of Commission," <i>Cuba City News-Herald, </i>October 19, 1917.</p><p>[10] <i>Cuba City News Herald</i>, October 4, 1918.</p><p>[11] "Curt's Column," <i>Cuba City News-Herald</i>, September 4, 1925, 4.</p><p>[12] Opinions and Decisions of the Public Service Commission of Wisconsin, September 29, 1937.<br /></p>Historical Jottingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401253405761913919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612509177355526223.post-61630451260763806692023-02-02T17:46:00.001-08:002023-02-02T17:46:42.883-08:00Bervellee's Ranger Cookies<p><span>Looking for a sweet treat this month? Why not try one with a local history connection? </span></p><p><span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsUhdDxLyQJEQQtRUZeREge7sT9I4bZKAiFwsQwhmYdh9GBawBnU_ZrCxMMWsboVz6HFvU1w03xCPK7zJTjlOIZmc274IF_FV_G0caX618ZaD_lznvvALQBhzJG_hNMdwbWNRdhW8SXDT9MNrAshEJkgxyXmX6YhAZ3z9cg-JShJ73yA5WXhCu2hkm/s4032/20230201_200744.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="453" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsUhdDxLyQJEQQtRUZeREge7sT9I4bZKAiFwsQwhmYdh9GBawBnU_ZrCxMMWsboVz6HFvU1w03xCPK7zJTjlOIZmc274IF_FV_G0caX618ZaD_lznvvALQBhzJG_hNMdwbWNRdhW8SXDT9MNrAshEJkgxyXmX6YhAZ3z9cg-JShJ73yA5WXhCu2hkm/w340-h453/20230201_200744.jpg" width="340" /></a></div><p></p><p><span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh42_urM3tpl_sgxJbiP7oWkAao_6It9rWnpNQkhTA08UBGp3KTV0x9JnDeIUUMlBzdzLetHeUY33x9IRJYaVqcwqkpOcxDoKu3aPD8tGf5zcjdXBrHkm7Lo-qQY5CUE4ny8lqKONF9TgK3wdPp5nu258CpAxnRjC99nn4XzN2CZ2FmP-IFsgwZ-nsa/s2823/Ranger_Cookies_Bervellee_Burbach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2184" data-original-width="2823" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh42_urM3tpl_sgxJbiP7oWkAao_6It9rWnpNQkhTA08UBGp3KTV0x9JnDeIUUMlBzdzLetHeUY33x9IRJYaVqcwqkpOcxDoKu3aPD8tGf5zcjdXBrHkm7Lo-qQY5CUE4ny8lqKONF9TgK3wdPp5nu258CpAxnRjC99nn4XzN2CZ2FmP-IFsgwZ-nsa/w464-h360/Ranger_Cookies_Bervellee_Burbach.jpg" width="464" /></a></div><p></p><p><span>The recipe for these delicious ranger cookies was contributed by Bervellee Burbach to the 1952 Georgetown Community Club cookbook. </span></p><p><span>Bervellee and her husband Howard ran the Happy Corners Cheese Factory west of Cuba City.<br /></span></p><p><span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis4N6kQoDcvsLuqsUU-JeF4R0cB8JM7i0kydacAaOzQWdGPPmT1Bi5_5sOCwI1oPdNwKrfjvZFfzHTbxIoRWNyu-9JKVvlOgK3rwruqg-ABDWS8zrG0OClUjK6pEtKKUinj5s5-JUGcPSpsfUFIlNa98Ahy4PzsxOC0A2EFJmkrWT-isdeK5wus1FG/s1075/Happy_Corners_Telegraph_Herald_08101980_Bervellee_Burbach.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1075" data-original-width="777" height="561" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis4N6kQoDcvsLuqsUU-JeF4R0cB8JM7i0kydacAaOzQWdGPPmT1Bi5_5sOCwI1oPdNwKrfjvZFfzHTbxIoRWNyu-9JKVvlOgK3rwruqg-ABDWS8zrG0OClUjK6pEtKKUinj5s5-JUGcPSpsfUFIlNa98Ahy4PzsxOC0A2EFJmkrWT-isdeK5wus1FG/w405-h561/Happy_Corners_Telegraph_Herald_08101980_Bervellee_Burbach.JPG" width="405" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo published in the <i>Telegraph Herald</i> (August 10, 1980).<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></span></p>Historical Jottingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401253405761913919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612509177355526223.post-47740706673809610112023-01-16T11:02:00.000-08:002023-01-16T11:02:58.820-08:00CHS "Basketmen" of 1921<p>In December 1920, just six years after basketball was introduced at Cuba City High School, fifteen young men showed up for practice to be a part of the school's 1920-1921 team. [1] The team photo below suggests that that number may have shrunk as the season progressed. The squad was coached by attorney J. W. Murphy, Jr., who practiced law with his father in Platteville and Cuba City, and later served as Cuba City's city attorney. </p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLTh9BQSw8X4akOtewvYpGttnGMRioWIayLRtHm7v4Y20fMR0Gi82EV6XqL0p5foR1LwaJwSuKy2_dJw4B5uzANpVsPkgS4pQ80qspgzzwK6iyKDTRvIxP53Ueql7ZwBoPU8tFwLGEW6gbYhf8B0_SDNIGrFAAcFvf0auCt3WF5YqLXAQdIczMNqZq/s1535/1921_Cuba_City_High_School_Basketball_Team.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1535" height="363" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLTh9BQSw8X4akOtewvYpGttnGMRioWIayLRtHm7v4Y20fMR0Gi82EV6XqL0p5foR1LwaJwSuKy2_dJw4B5uzANpVsPkgS4pQ80qspgzzwK6iyKDTRvIxP53Ueql7ZwBoPU8tFwLGEW6gbYhf8B0_SDNIGrFAAcFvf0auCt3WF5YqLXAQdIczMNqZq/w516-h363/1921_Cuba_City_High_School_Basketball_Team.jpg" width="516" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cuba City's 1920-1921 basketball team, photographed in their new uniforms at the end of their season. Back row: Charlie Schuh, Veryle Scott, Mr. Murphy, Robert Nelson, Hipe Winn. Front row: Will Ahern, Bob Peacock, John Harris. Photo courtesy of Rachel Butts. Player identification from the "Remember When" DVD put together by Beanie Loeffelholz and the City of Presidents.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>The team played at the <a href="https://cubacityhistory.blogspot.com/2020/07/face-lift-for-loeffelholz-bros.html" target="_blank"><u><b>Auditorium</b></u></a>
above the former Ford Garage (109 North Main St.), which was more spacious than the school gymnasium but presented new challenges in the form of three
metal roof trusses located at the center and free-throw
lines. [2]<br /></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLcHErZLP6RBrEXzVyk2djQ3o7wBS0OAGybwUkb0ZhaKpHo_rqx14kXwoVZ4CPiT4Sw1VSiIbuDn5ZEIKdGtkdxMy5lvDN6kHkF7dgd2AoqJNJNgBKcqjzCRWh-tlMzwzQZwGqJhjkENvKDJ4org1GloQRY0KNpJXykk9gNv93tRyP8GLsOTNhcMMC/s651/Basketball_Auditorium_CCNH03041921.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="651" data-original-width="644" height="438" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLcHErZLP6RBrEXzVyk2djQ3o7wBS0OAGybwUkb0ZhaKpHo_rqx14kXwoVZ4CPiT4Sw1VSiIbuDn5ZEIKdGtkdxMy5lvDN6kHkF7dgd2AoqJNJNgBKcqjzCRWh-tlMzwzQZwGqJhjkENvKDJ4org1GloQRY0KNpJXykk9gNv93tRyP8GLsOTNhcMMC/w434-h438/Basketball_Auditorium_CCNH03041921.JPG" width="434" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Advertisement for a basketball game played at the Auditorium on March 4, 1921. Published in the <i>Cuba City News-Herald </i>(March 4, 1921).<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p>As the basketball held in the team photo attests, these athletes had a rather successful season and were "Platteville Runners Up," earning second place after being defeated by Platteville High School in a sectional tournament in March 1921. The <i>Cuba City News-Herald </i>commended the team: "Coach Murphy and his crew of doughty basketmen deserve great credit for the fine showing they made." [3]<br /></p><p>The season did not end without controversy, however. After finishing third place in the Platteville sectionals, Monticello went on to successfully challenge both the Platteville and Cuba City teams' eligibility, resulting in Monticello representing the region at the state basketball tournament. The Platteville team was cited for having a player over the age limit and, according to the <i>Lancaster Teller</i>, Cuba City was also disqualified "because the school had hired a professional coach." [4] Cuba City newspaper editor W. H. Goldthorpe remarked, in disgust, that "the whole business looks like a 'fake' from start to finish." [5]</p><p>Cuba City would have to wait two more years before reaching its first <a href="https://cubacityhistory.blogspot.com/2020/03/first-trip-to-state.html" target="_blank"><u><b>state basketball tournament</b></u></a>.</p><p><br /></p><p>[1] "High School Notes," <i>Cuba City News-Herald, </i>December 10, 1920, 1.<br /></p><p>[2] Edward J. O'Neill, <i>Cuba City Centennial: 100 years, 1875-1975 </i>(Cuba City, Wis.: Cuba City Centennial Committee, 1975).</p><p>[3] "Cuba City Gets Second," <i>Cuba City News-Herald</i>, March 18, 1921, 1.<br /></p><p>[4] "P. H. S. Team Ruled Out State Basketball Meet," <i>Lancaster Teller, </i>March 29, 1921, 1. </p><p>[5] "Platteville Shut Out," <i>Cuba City News-Herald</i>,<i> </i>March 25, 1921, 1.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p>Historical Jottingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401253405761913919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612509177355526223.post-74981786806335413272023-01-15T16:55:00.000-08:002023-01-15T16:55:04.676-08:00Basketball Arrives in Cuba City<p>On this day in 1892, James Naismith published <a href="https://www.usab.com/history/dr-james-naismiths-original-13-rules-of-basketball.aspx" target="_blank"><u><b>thirteen rules</b></u></a> for a new game he called "basket ball." It would take a few years for the sport to reach Cuba City, but when the basketball equipment arrived at the high school in the fall of 1914, both male and <a href="https://cubacityhistory.blogspot.com/2022/03/a-legacy-takes-root-beginnings-of-girls.html" target="_blank"><u><b>female students</b></u></a> were intrigued. </p><p>Pharmacist Stanley M. Sorley* is credited with introducing the game to Cuba City, as well as serving as coach, trainer, and referee for the first team, which was organized and playing games by February 1915. The squad pictured below is Cuba City High School's second basketball team, competing during the 1915-16 season, and coached by Frank "John" Rochek. The early uniforms were said to feature black jerseys with a wide gold band across the middle and olive drab and tan shorts.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjti8Z2RJZ7wxE4OG623YpizknTapieKwUsxa1QyG-e7PWwJscsJFm6GPwcVHt_sH2g9vo9-3YcRzatkSWjXpwRzS3XqeFPdSzmyDh8GkcHrLngCGaiow5dJ58FOec3WaHJ-82s-e4OvODDAjBjOacq3VsCDGDQmSGKc_N5aoraLMaCHQC5P-oZmB_U/s2152/Cuba_City_Basketball_Team_1916%20(2).jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1378" data-original-width="2152" height="342" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjti8Z2RJZ7wxE4OG623YpizknTapieKwUsxa1QyG-e7PWwJscsJFm6GPwcVHt_sH2g9vo9-3YcRzatkSWjXpwRzS3XqeFPdSzmyDh8GkcHrLngCGaiow5dJ58FOec3WaHJ-82s-e4OvODDAjBjOacq3VsCDGDQmSGKc_N5aoraLMaCHQC5P-oZmB_U/w534-h342/Cuba_City_Basketball_Team_1916%20(2).jpg" width="534" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cuba City High School basketball team photo, 1916. Back row: Herbert
Fiedler, coach Frank "John" Rochek, Richard Nankivil. Middle row: Harold
Fiedler, George Hauser, Merle Jackson. Front row: Francis Cornelisen,
Dwight Stephens, Norris Schuh. Imaged published in Cuba City's centennial history.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Tragically, the above photograph captured John Rochek's first and last complete season of coaching. In January 1917, at the age of 25, he died unexpectedly of a cerebral hemorrhage. Despite the sad start, Cuba City basketball carried on into the following decades and is still going strong over one hundred years later.<br /></p><p> <br /></p><p>*A February 24, 1937 <i>Telegraph Herald </i>article credits "Charles"
Sorley with introducing basketball to Cuba City. The article almost
certainly is referring to Stanley M. Sorley, a native of Weyauwega,
Wisconsin. Sorley was in town only briefly, working
at the <a href="https://cubacityhistory.blogspot.com/2018/06/barker-bros-drug-co.html" target="_blank"><u><b>Barker Bros. drugstore</b></u></a>, but he was very active in the community and also helped establish a Boy Scout troop and served as its Scoutmaster.</p><p></p>Historical Jottingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401253405761913919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612509177355526223.post-86402079956871268632022-12-24T09:02:00.006-08:002022-12-24T09:19:50.620-08:00A Key West Christmas<p>One Cuba City sailor, Edmond Vilas McDermott, spent the Christmas following World War II in Key West, Florida, with his fellow crew members of the PCS (Patrol Craft Sweeper) 1378. <br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIhXHBaekYVpUoCb8bd5U4Jx7Z6k2e290QEGrk4OZ8tt7y0I0SJL2cvadwp5Y9dCiPSGKfdQ2QJrT5MuKqF7w6abUlsJjYktulCQaLbqF0lIv6JbS8Vjbx_HXq7e1A4OSznMsJI8lyoppiDrK7XA9z807EqmMczmb7f3ZTf2J6q4voT6VWT88-AUrg/s776/E_V_McDermott_Soldier_Christmas_Key_West_Citizen010801946.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="776" data-original-width="735" height="539" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIhXHBaekYVpUoCb8bd5U4Jx7Z6k2e290QEGrk4OZ8tt7y0I0SJL2cvadwp5Y9dCiPSGKfdQ2QJrT5MuKqF7w6abUlsJjYktulCQaLbqF0lIv6JbS8Vjbx_HXq7e1A4OSznMsJI8lyoppiDrK7XA9z807EqmMczmb7f3ZTf2J6q4voT6VWT88-AUrg/w510-h539/E_V_McDermott_Soldier_Christmas_Key_West_Citizen010801946.JPG" width="510" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At the time of this photo, McDermott's rank was gunner's mate, second class. Published in the <i>Key West Citizen </i>(January 8, 1946).</td></tr></tbody></table> <p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYpnuXxFKMzKYI6sqjTCckaJIud9fDQgGqY1QUIteHIwJif4yPgkTL6wznP6YdijQLicqZlsUyjkjMI8srWMhGyaNL_1ArQZwdGjxLiYS9Z635xZQuBSHWDgk6BWR-UqkoGq25cu_z3Pf1QxvVVv0JTACpv9BexaaPkjzVqIk5cKKyEKTJnADdoR11/s1500/1207137801.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="996" data-original-width="1500" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYpnuXxFKMzKYI6sqjTCckaJIud9fDQgGqY1QUIteHIwJif4yPgkTL6wznP6YdijQLicqZlsUyjkjMI8srWMhGyaNL_1ArQZwdGjxLiYS9Z635xZQuBSHWDgk6BWR-UqkoGq25cu_z3Pf1QxvVVv0JTACpv9BexaaPkjzVqIk5cKKyEKTJnADdoR11/w519-h344/1207137801.jpg" width="519" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The <a href="http://www.navsource.org/archives/12/071378.htm" target="_blank"><u><b>PCS 1378</b></u></a> in Key West, Florida. Photograph by Wilber C. Peterson and courtesy of the Florida Keys Public Libraries (published on Navsource.org).<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p>Edmond McDermott enlisted in the Navy in the fall of 1942, at age 18. When his service drew to a close after the war, he re-enlisted for two more years. According to McDermott's obituary, in addition to serving on the PCS 1378, he also spent time on the USS Texas battleship and the USS Rogers destroyer, and participated in the atomic bomb tests in the Marshall Islands.<br /></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXNZyzUndZKQL-4NXtfDVpzotEA2puYwH8fhH-cZqkgtKmPEMA2UocHo3H_MVcC7_oZjXjxKoDHfjRywiW21sNOfdDUU4Mo92K-28v8DB-LuxkYe_zLYcKD5cQzCoG1nTNwMBIf4wxyMiyC0gPMQ79Ua4Mz0GF_kl_hLvNwEYrslytVkEEHggLIQ35/s1804/44047_11_00037-00095.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1186" data-original-width="1804" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXNZyzUndZKQL-4NXtfDVpzotEA2puYwH8fhH-cZqkgtKmPEMA2UocHo3H_MVcC7_oZjXjxKoDHfjRywiW21sNOfdDUU4Mo92K-28v8DB-LuxkYe_zLYcKD5cQzCoG1nTNwMBIf4wxyMiyC0gPMQ79Ua4Mz0GF_kl_hLvNwEYrslytVkEEHggLIQ35/w475-h312/44047_11_00037-00095.jpg" width="475" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">World War II draft registration card of Edmond Vilas McDermott, made available by the National Archives and Records Administration and Ancestry.com. At the time, 18-year-old McDermott was working at the Savanna Ordinance Depot.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEelejoFfs32CCOZeo4-9weXPlzt7tUAzXpqYmIHQghZT3phAbSRZgRu8f3aVek3lelAgnAoizUFmWLDy9jZe2TCxCjQtfMf0tXFM7r4KNk1TJOqM0-G4kgiK3U8FSz5i289B3qZTtnrIJs99GLEPBvDfXdUPW8VtQAr3iWXfPdwhjy5E6hP_AelIP/s299/McDermott,%20Edmond%20V.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="299" data-original-width="195" height="362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEelejoFfs32CCOZeo4-9weXPlzt7tUAzXpqYmIHQghZT3phAbSRZgRu8f3aVek3lelAgnAoizUFmWLDy9jZe2TCxCjQtfMf0tXFM7r4KNk1TJOqM0-G4kgiK3U8FSz5i289B3qZTtnrIJs99GLEPBvDfXdUPW8VtQAr3iWXfPdwhjy5E6hP_AelIP/w236-h362/McDermott,%20Edmond%20V.jpg" width="236" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Image of Edmond V. "Mick" McDermott, published with his obituary in the <i>Telegraph Herald </i>(May 23, 2001).<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p>Upon returning to civilian life, Edmond McDermott married and had two daughters. He called both Galena and Dubuque home and was a sales and warehouse
manager for Pittsburgh Plate Glass Co., where he worked for 26 years. After his death in 2001, McDermott was laid to rest in <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/164474756/edmond-v_-mcdermott" target="_blank"><u><b>Mt. Olivet Cemetery</b></u></a> in <i>Key West</i>, Iowa.<br /></p>Historical Jottingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401253405761913919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612509177355526223.post-61348563032789730172022-12-22T12:49:00.005-08:002022-12-22T12:56:11.259-08:00A Sobering New Year<p>At first glance, this colorful 1962 wall calendar, distributed to <a href="https://cubacityhistory.blogspot.com/2010/10/florines-circa-1953.html" target="_blank"><u>Florine's Drug Store</u></a> customers, appears like your typical piece of business advertising. <br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB_UXlKytXXBDq7pjm5Q8kuLkrjH3F1L04a--ZrWL7cbcK4sn-uYJWRmndWltrrHThOJNuA5of7h9QGk-rHkb5BFTy-uNwtj-DROrv6YQJIKWHORxuzq28GChUyia6gSkISrX5Yfo5RZXk3JsEiEKDNxXTA2mIh-ee0pwzy9eS4eEqjCXnCWgBC8qK/s3678/Florine's_Calendar_1962_Front_Full.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3678" data-original-width="2085" height="693" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB_UXlKytXXBDq7pjm5Q8kuLkrjH3F1L04a--ZrWL7cbcK4sn-uYJWRmndWltrrHThOJNuA5of7h9QGk-rHkb5BFTy-uNwtj-DROrv6YQJIKWHORxuzq28GChUyia6gSkISrX5Yfo5RZXk3JsEiEKDNxXTA2mIh-ee0pwzy9eS4eEqjCXnCWgBC8qK/w392-h693/Florine's_Calendar_1962_Front_Full.jpg" width="392" /></a></div><p></p><p>On the calendar's reverse, however, is a surprising and sobering reminder of the time period. Tucked between an index and first aid tips was a guide to preparing for and surviving a nuclear attack. For some reference, the <a href="https://www.jfklibrary.org/learn/about-jfk/jfk-in-history/cuban-missile-crisis" target="_blank"><u><b>Cuban Missile Crisis</b></u></a>, a tense standoff between the United States and Soviet Union over Soviet nuclear missiles in Cuba, occurred in October 1962.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKVVw2MeAMEACHWTCz7e3bE3TP--rUVTlAm3r5pEhqNga7bhampfFy4hMo9ysGgn-Nvysc1dp1k-RbkEmy14If37nlEzwR4DL6pFrWj7D-RqfSG_sflDjQ5MIYewG0pxBMQOs4MuID14aXynxw5m8w8XBeEBRTf4KBdFcEFydbi0C5RjblDNMd1v1g/s3836/Florine's%20Calendar_1962_Back_Nuclear_Attack.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2174" data-original-width="3836" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKVVw2MeAMEACHWTCz7e3bE3TP--rUVTlAm3r5pEhqNga7bhampfFy4hMo9ysGgn-Nvysc1dp1k-RbkEmy14If37nlEzwR4DL6pFrWj7D-RqfSG_sflDjQ5MIYewG0pxBMQOs4MuID14aXynxw5m8w8XBeEBRTf4KBdFcEFydbi0C5RjblDNMd1v1g/w525-h297/Florine's%20Calendar_1962_Back_Nuclear_Attack.jpg" width="525" /></a></div><br />Historical Jottingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401253405761913919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612509177355526223.post-91803866990780175452022-11-23T16:00:00.001-08:002022-11-23T16:00:00.168-08:00Thanksgiving 1890<p>Turkey, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pies, and a daunting amount of leftovers...turns out that Thanksgiving over 130 years ago wasn't so different from our celebrations today. <br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJq0YaKFAMQh9lADJHwfV5st-D1yVWyBqeFmr-_4-eZne6r76rQAnOCS6WuEIQrcWAUaHjh_cuNIwO56xmtGfIzjeG3n_ccPcMq5zQuLl3zRkzFclni3IzYD4eQ4kVJnlAW9MEzC22V3-ZgAhjCKvjbLAJzHbJIyCJhRibI68U0FdIFpD6eBYYOi4s/s2821/Thanksgiving.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2821" data-original-width="1538" height="489" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJq0YaKFAMQh9lADJHwfV5st-D1yVWyBqeFmr-_4-eZne6r76rQAnOCS6WuEIQrcWAUaHjh_cuNIwO56xmtGfIzjeG3n_ccPcMq5zQuLl3zRkzFclni3IzYD4eQ4kVJnlAW9MEzC22V3-ZgAhjCKvjbLAJzHbJIyCJhRibI68U0FdIFpD6eBYYOi4s/w266-h489/Thanksgiving.jpg" width="266" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This festive trade card was issued in packs of Duke brand cigarettes in 1890. The card is part of the Jefferson R. Burdick collection at the <a href="https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/424616" target="_blank"><u><b>Metropolitan Museum of Art</b></u></a> in New York.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>In what may be the first description of a Cuba City Thanksgiving, the local correspondent, who went by the pen name "Kuba Sity Kicker," submitted these notes for publication in the <i>Galena Gazette</i> on December 3, 1890:<br /></p><p><i>"Well, to say the least, the "Kicker" just got through eating turkey gobler [sic] remnants to-day. Last Thursday, being set apart by the President, Governor and Mayor* of our city, as a day of Thanksgiving, we gathered together a few old coins and struck off for the Brooks' poultry packing house and got an old gobler. We had it "roasted" and served at dinner 6 p.m. We thought it was supper, or rather "tea" as some would prefer. We also had cranberry sauce, mince and pumpkin pies, and one or two other dishes, which are probably nameless as far as we are concerned. Well, on next morning we read that the President and several other great men had the same thing and we were so much better satisfied. But then, there is the real fact, we have been eating of the same gobler ever since Thanksgiving. We did think that we wouldn't get though [sic] with before Christmas, but we have, and the turkey is probably thankful for it. Our village generally observed the day, and but little business was done. The students at the Platteville Normal came home to eat turkey and returned Monday morning. Two young men of this place--we'll suppress names--went to North Andover to spend the day with the ladies of their choice."</i><br /></p><p>*U. S. President Benjamin Harrison, Wisconsin William Dempster Hoard. Who the author was referring to as Cuba City mayor is uncertain, as the town was neither incorporated as a city or a village at this date. He could be referring to John Stephens, one of Cuba City's founders who remained active in the community and became the first official village president in 1891. <br /></p>Historical Jottingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401253405761913919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612509177355526223.post-81462122840821624982022-11-12T14:38:00.005-08:002022-11-12T14:38:42.708-08:00All Aboard to Craiglow<p>On this day in 1874, the <i>Grant County Herald </i>of Lancaster and the <i>Grant County Witness</i> of Platteville announced to readers that the Galena & Southern Wisconsin Railroad was now regularly making trips from Galena as far north as Craiglow, which would soon be known as Cuba City.</p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSdH6OaB1ja4CxXdCA7D3PreiUvkPIvNftxy-Vjo5GOm1TqyKVfZFsfZ2d0bOmNcrAXHSquQTgD9qgsmSuS6_k30MEv2m3jGiQIzGW8uoG60ohrrtF3_rb4IBUw-sFwGBUUE70Lde5YLHZTpHDbbqhM0TuIu16xMxCHAeQAsVxsz2lEM5l31n9wXo/s1286/Cuba_City_Railroad_Depot%20(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="1286" height="338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSdH6OaB1ja4CxXdCA7D3PreiUvkPIvNftxy-Vjo5GOm1TqyKVfZFsfZ2d0bOmNcrAXHSquQTgD9qgsmSuS6_k30MEv2m3jGiQIzGW8uoG60ohrrtF3_rb4IBUw-sFwGBUUE70Lde5YLHZTpHDbbqhM0TuIu16xMxCHAeQAsVxsz2lEM5l31n9wXo/w518-h338/Cuba_City_Railroad_Depot%20(2).JPG" width="518" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Image of the Cuba City depot from the "Remember When" DVD put together by Beanie Loeffelholz and the City of Presidents. </td></tr></tbody></table></p><p>According to the <i>Witness</i>, two trains made the trip from Galena to Craiglow and back daily.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvz6qGhyEaQWfFZiEisioDD6jEjrlQziGUf_0Gzt7OAbJZwg9LZFqHeiySyIOOg5BEkVG-0Xr68qA1OKybdZmdRuJIrU6tVZ_55wQe8Ej3jH7YqLw9YawFPwVRRvXP3ioO1DvkgmTMck79b-iotWnE33zKfKV_8-HhrOMILcLJZEbCRY9c7BcQDkAW/s967/RR.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="669" data-original-width="967" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvz6qGhyEaQWfFZiEisioDD6jEjrlQziGUf_0Gzt7OAbJZwg9LZFqHeiySyIOOg5BEkVG-0Xr68qA1OKybdZmdRuJIrU6tVZ_55wQe8Ej3jH7YqLw9YawFPwVRRvXP3ioO1DvkgmTMck79b-iotWnE33zKfKV_8-HhrOMILcLJZEbCRY9c7BcQDkAW/w408-h282/RR.JPG" width="408" /></a></div><p>The name "Craiglow" referred to local farmer and landowner Solomon A. Craiglow, who became one of Cuba City's founding fathers when part of his property was platted for the new settlement in 1875.<br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv6I_3ubiwb4WqYRltXNudnxl2wh52XQ8gAtbCbkUqU1UIV7BlocuV0MCmipfFMwdW6rUr3_M-jd6_Ze5El6E1R9PIhLYzkbuVGFTTYF7JmLGJhUO464tjtRACN-l2_3R-o9g2ub5kMCU1tNHBfGyYOUihxuRimBw5FrdVTICM7QIl63yc06nuOv96/s598/Craiglow_Asher_Adams_1874.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="553" data-original-width="598" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv6I_3ubiwb4WqYRltXNudnxl2wh52XQ8gAtbCbkUqU1UIV7BlocuV0MCmipfFMwdW6rUr3_M-jd6_Ze5El6E1R9PIhLYzkbuVGFTTYF7JmLGJhUO464tjtRACN-l2_3R-o9g2ub5kMCU1tNHBfGyYOUihxuRimBw5FrdVTICM7QIl63yc06nuOv96/w372-h344/Craiglow_Asher_Adams_1874.JPG" width="372" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This detail from Asher and Adam's 1874 map of Wisconsin shows the route of the new railroad extending north from Galena, including the station at "Craglow's." (Digitized by the <a href="https://content.wisconsinhistory.org/digital/collection/maps/id/248/" target="_blank"><u><b>Wisconsin Historical Society</b></u></a>.)<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><i> </i><br />Historical Jottingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401253405761913919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612509177355526223.post-8289678860576953842022-10-15T08:55:00.002-07:002022-10-15T08:55:29.463-07:00A Look Inside St. Rose School<p>This photograph, taken in 1918, offers a rare peek inside the first St. Rose Catholic School, which was built just a few years earlier in 1916. The old school was located at the corner of Madison and Lafayette Street, on the site of the current St. Rose School.<br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhexEFGeXp6wQ1AlK0mZcrMV2SemIkghzLJCWG6jxBWaIaKa6EKtGWBjmoYjsW-6iJ4EM88L_Vk_Bl5o4sMlY6mly4U1xvV4NR6k3ZgP0C_T2kLUPa7InFi9f6tXQZP6RD3Oe7fo5srhOQ5xyoWulzuOQDu6sRl97kkBR5jU7RcnFU2AUwOGYOluWjt/s1468/St._Rose_School_Classroom_Interior_1918.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1045" data-original-width="1468" height="388" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhexEFGeXp6wQ1AlK0mZcrMV2SemIkghzLJCWG6jxBWaIaKa6EKtGWBjmoYjsW-6iJ4EM88L_Vk_Bl5o4sMlY6mly4U1xvV4NR6k3ZgP0C_T2kLUPa7InFi9f6tXQZP6RD3Oe7fo5srhOQ5xyoWulzuOQDu6sRl97kkBR5jU7RcnFU2AUwOGYOluWjt/w545-h388/St._Rose_School_Classroom_Interior_1918.jpg" width="545" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo courtesy of Rachel Butts.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm1QaVLM8Ia9gkaKjtXv_wsts08I9nE_qzaObUuv_2HyI3yAH4g3jGUrbjFszVYVhVfvvwszjYYycApZ3I7BX2A1obVL3Ez6P883TnUkt-GyVPZ3UZRkb3gRMIjUOnYTFZQj8p3PjdpI_YVLji4Y6fELp9xbB1R30xWEnuqHwgmh7Pm6oaEHV2lBX3/s1612/St.%20Rose%20School%20and%20Church.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1034" data-original-width="1612" height="347" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm1QaVLM8Ia9gkaKjtXv_wsts08I9nE_qzaObUuv_2HyI3yAH4g3jGUrbjFszVYVhVfvvwszjYYycApZ3I7BX2A1obVL3Ez6P883TnUkt-GyVPZ3UZRkb3gRMIjUOnYTFZQj8p3PjdpI_YVLji4Y6fELp9xbB1R30xWEnuqHwgmh7Pm6oaEHV2lBX3/w541-h347/St.%20Rose%20School%20and%20Church.jpg" width="541" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The St. Rose Catholic School beside the church and, just visible, the rectory, on Madison Street in Cuba City.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p>The following names were written on the back of the photo (local newspapers were consulted to assist with spelling and other uncertainties): <br /></p><p>? Conlon, Edwin Heitkamp, Delvin Kemps, Delbert Doyle, Kenney Bartlett, Louis Fiedler, Herman Fiedler, Lloyd Jungles, Thomas Smith, Charles Loeffelholz, Wilbur Loeffelholz, Lawrence Hines, Thomas Hines, Willie Murray, Leo Olson, Dominic Alt, Francis Alt, Bernard Doyle, Gerald Fager, Lawrence Schmieder, Hyacinth Donohoo, Bill Banfield, Ervin Heim, Wilbur Heim, Orlin Conlon, Steadman Youman, Florence Kellner, Josephine Banfield, Florence Conlon, Nadine Conlon, Clarice Harty, Eulalia Cullen, Elizabeth O'Neill, Caroline Conlon, Mary Bussan, Arletta Banfield, Gertrube Jacobi, Imelda Doyle, Veronica Schnorrenberg, Catherine Holdgrafer, Ilene Wiederhold, Alverna Rosemeyer. </p>Historical Jottingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401253405761913919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612509177355526223.post-16807271155465858702022-10-11T18:47:00.000-07:002022-10-11T18:50:29.337-07:00Grade A : Early Report Cards from Cuba City Schools<p>Parent/teacher conferences are this week in Cuba City. Thanks to Rachel Butts for sharing images from her family's impressive report card collection. The report cards are from the Cuba City Public Schools and St. Rose Catholic School and range from the 1900s to the 1920s!</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyA8LqAo5gNyMMXhByvq-FK5IORg8gkUrl1geg4rBJT0fleLT_a5fVzvHV8LryS4TPnwF25TTLbHRfi44NfoktKh3wou5MmDCJVUkJmjfI0GgZ31SWdE4V4Vi2zA2ItLvfCx6OG_SW3gacS-ptpOFOB7kvyQEu-VwtNgAHCR5cdGfcHxx6L069HjjZ/s1434/Heitkamp_Cuba_City_Report_Cards.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1434" data-original-width="1080" height="472" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyA8LqAo5gNyMMXhByvq-FK5IORg8gkUrl1geg4rBJT0fleLT_a5fVzvHV8LryS4TPnwF25TTLbHRfi44NfoktKh3wou5MmDCJVUkJmjfI0GgZ31SWdE4V4Vi2zA2ItLvfCx6OG_SW3gacS-ptpOFOB7kvyQEu-VwtNgAHCR5cdGfcHxx6L069HjjZ/w355-h472/Heitkamp_Cuba_City_Report_Cards.jpg" width="355" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1424" data-original-width="1080" height="466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuE7MmhjuXynhWF41_vc-Oz9SFNkjwF1NIyo3oRTMmZrobfiPHjNqg1TSNGIoankETkZ7WxZ4LU5BvXJdEFfQQm4TIChjO8c8unzdTQnSUg1XkjfeFybC7J-DwwCBmlf31Jru6VnWna7ceLEHkqDuh8a3-BpsNjjh3lNyduTbrbup-D4v0ZafamNxl/w354-h466/Lillian_Heitkamp_Cuba_City_High_School_Report_Cards.jpg" width="354" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCAX2ilJAYRLKmtsR0HJ-7IA-8cnNWa-xape1HKEw9cCWfYLL_hDWJSzLpaGJbL0zzrqdyIM70TkNH_mo5JeLPzU3kDFaP3_8efMr1DvNFBXhQKGY43GyRr8Hm6RDiSWzHFVanKw_bIaYtiJJ_M_n4EDgCdpmWXNAEXsBr1vl_hOhH62C2WXat2BlY/s1434/Edwin_Agatha_Heitkamp_St._Rose_School_Report_Cards.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1434" data-original-width="1080" height="475" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCAX2ilJAYRLKmtsR0HJ-7IA-8cnNWa-xape1HKEw9cCWfYLL_hDWJSzLpaGJbL0zzrqdyIM70TkNH_mo5JeLPzU3kDFaP3_8efMr1DvNFBXhQKGY43GyRr8Hm6RDiSWzHFVanKw_bIaYtiJJ_M_n4EDgCdpmWXNAEXsBr1vl_hOhH62C2WXat2BlY/w358-h475/Edwin_Agatha_Heitkamp_St._Rose_School_Report_Cards.jpg" width="358" /></a></div>Historical Jottingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401253405761913919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612509177355526223.post-29027305220645675382022-10-09T18:44:00.002-07:002022-10-09T19:09:58.464-07:00The Early Days of St. Rose<p>Just one mile north of Cuba City, there existed a community and a Catholic Church, both named St. Rose, which were established decades before Cuba City was founded. <br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjftFhrnTQ1Jx6ctpMajZNsSKVzrfsZAYUrawTyVMa-koGQKZ8ua3PmAasKZxPF6bgyv7JUiK0GiSXfnad_OFiBMtafzAuykyJ27GAXhcnjw_JqprgN7yI7elvn9UlKrAyoPn94e7KgtPUd-s2XADcyLRCuVOP_EtQrOukc7CQ1P12Ru9HIplklXHW/s3137/20221008_142421.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1769" data-original-width="3137" height="325" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjftFhrnTQ1Jx6ctpMajZNsSKVzrfsZAYUrawTyVMa-koGQKZ8ua3PmAasKZxPF6bgyv7JUiK0GiSXfnad_OFiBMtafzAuykyJ27GAXhcnjw_JqprgN7yI7elvn9UlKrAyoPn94e7KgtPUd-s2XADcyLRCuVOP_EtQrOukc7CQ1P12Ru9HIplklXHW/w577-h325/20221008_142421.jpg" width="577" /></a><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC_zEqILeOmWW4XoHg3-CaVPXnSsVAvP7oh93DdMD523PZEOrGN8C7NywV8p9eaazdlJzDGP7eol9oPq2UimJq2vuPqRj4IpbIBDIb9UWZXeijxbuUPHYNDm3bRIi3R_CcAKZZ48Z6gcaJtpHONgP4nDx06p7zakcKxP72a9OKHgc5imGE6CPrPihz/s645/St._Rose_1877_Larger.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="632" data-original-width="645" height="396" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC_zEqILeOmWW4XoHg3-CaVPXnSsVAvP7oh93DdMD523PZEOrGN8C7NywV8p9eaazdlJzDGP7eol9oPq2UimJq2vuPqRj4IpbIBDIb9UWZXeijxbuUPHYNDm3bRIi3R_CcAKZZ48Z6gcaJtpHONgP4nDx06p7zakcKxP72a9OKHgc5imGE6CPrPihz/w403-h396/St._Rose_1877_Larger.JPG" width="403" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The community of St. Rose, located in Smelser township at what is now the intersection of Highway 80 and St. Rose Road. The St. Rose Catholic Church and Cemetery is visible just west of the intersection and the railroad. From the <a href="https://content.wisconsinhistory.org/digital/collection/maps/id/24768" target="_blank"><u><b>Atlas of Grant County, Wisconsin</b></u></a>, Warner & Foote, 1877. (Digitized by the Wisconsin Historical Society.)</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFKz8HfAqhUd-3Qv2fpVwfBxD1KD2KyfTXJb5urc5AXCCfKv7DNJgkRCQGnzfBAeA31L-yuKWoCbG6n2-PPgoc4PeFRHj9SCBC2iNFXgrtETfdlWdZ0S-c-pcCLsqgHZoVqTw8dsH-F36eAbavRXFvIM0Ty8cecUiSZK23V3IM1ib8MPoTHJ9QLao0/s820/St._Rose_1877.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="820" data-original-width="805" height="439" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFKz8HfAqhUd-3Qv2fpVwfBxD1KD2KyfTXJb5urc5AXCCfKv7DNJgkRCQGnzfBAeA31L-yuKWoCbG6n2-PPgoc4PeFRHj9SCBC2iNFXgrtETfdlWdZ0S-c-pcCLsqgHZoVqTw8dsH-F36eAbavRXFvIM0Ty8cecUiSZK23V3IM1ib8MPoTHJ9QLao0/w431-h439/St._Rose_1877.JPG" width="431" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A closer look at St. Rose from the same 1877 atlas. When the railroad's plans to travel through St. Rose became known, land was set aside and multiple lots (visible here) were laid out. Most went unsold.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br />The below history of St. Rose was published in 1979 as a three-part serial in the bulletins of the St. Rose Catholic Parish. A few annotations and links have been added to provide more information, when possible. Thank you to Rachel Butts for sharing this unique piece of history!<br /><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>ST. ROSE HISTORY, 1852</b></p><p style="text-align: left;">(An unpublished account of the beginnings of St. Rose Parish as given by Eddie Doyle to Florence Kilkelly in the 1950's) [1]<br /></p><p style="text-align: left;">I lived with my grandparents, the Kilbrides, in a small cottage just west of the present cemetery. The <a href="https://cubacityhistory.blogspot.com/2020/02/st-rose-of-prairie.html" target="_blank"><u><b>first church</b></u></a> was made of red brick which is now located on the corner as you turn off Hywy 80 onto the cemetery road. Mike and Ellen Kilbride donated ten acres of land for the church, but after a squabble they took back eight acres. Before the church was built, Mass was said in the houses using dressers or tables for altars.</p><p style="text-align: left;">The reason for two Catholic churches being built in a small community was that the Germans and the Irish or other nationalities couldn't get along. So each built their own. The cemetery was usually always just behind the church because it was a custom to visit the graves after each Mass.</p><p style="text-align: left;">When the little red brick church became too small, the <a href="https://cubacityhistory.blogspot.com/2020/10/the-ups-and-downs-of-st-rose-of-prairie.html" target="_blank"><u><b>white clapboard church</b></u></a>, which has been hauled to Benton to be reconstructed (in 1974 it toppled) was built. [2] While in the cemetery white church was only 10 to 12 feet from the front gate. This has an iron fence around it. It had just a main altar. A Mr. Byrnes, a contractor from Dubuque, drove over with a big sorrel draft horse team. He had a number of teams and low slung wagons for hauling. He hauled the rock for the new church from a quarry on the old Faherty farm operated by Ed McComish. Mike Kilbride and Henry Byrnes shingled the wooden church free of charge. Shingles were bought in Galena. For heat they had one tall cast-iron stove in the main part of the church and a smaller stove in each of the side rooms. A confessional and wardrobe was in a side room and priest and altar boys were in the other. Mary Ann Kilbride took care of the linens, sang and played the organ.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Mrs. Will (Carrie) Faherty organized the choir and was a leader for 40 years. Elizabeth O'Neill (Ed and Jane's mother) was also a leader and singer for years. She sang so beautifully she could have been on stage.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Candles were used for lighting at first, then kerosene lamps. Mike Kilbride taught catechism before Mass and on Sundays when there was no Mass. The first Stations were black and white French prints which Grandpa O'Neill framed with tiny black crosses on top. On the back of some or all should have been some back-up board made out of measuring sticks, unless these were replaced. The altar was cupboard-like painted white. The pews were painted yellow with brown trim. Fr. Miller built the first tower and placed the first bell in it.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Nearly all the parishioners walked to church to save the horses for work the next day. If, in the winter or after a rain, their clothes would be hung around on chairs near the stove to dry. The Kilbrides many times served coffee. The bell rung by the Janitor (Mr. Kilbride) was a sign that the priest had gotten as far as what is now the Randecker house. Eddie Doyle took care of the priest's horses. Fr. Clary was the first resident priest. He was a temperance man. Fr. Miller was the second and Fr. Albright was the third. Fr. Weber, a married man whose wife died, had a son, Lou and a daughter, Abbie. When the children were grown, the dad became a priest.</p><p style="text-align: left;">The Kilbrides always served coffee and snacks to the priest so that he was able to perform the baptisms and other business. (This was in the days of the Communion fast.) Later the priest would have dinner with them. Before ministers came to our area, priests baptized and married non-Catholics. Fr. Mazzuchelli started the fund raising program for the Benton Methodist Church when their old one burned.</p><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://cubacityhistory.blogspot.com/2022/02/cuba-city-denied-church.html" target="_blank"><u><b>Father Bergen</b></u></a>, a later priest, was six feet tall and weighed 200 lbs. and was late one Sunday and early the next; but he was a prince of a man. The depot was across from Murrays on the East side of the road. This building is now at Leslie.</p><p style="text-align: left;">The Kilbride's has a sunken well and all the neighbors around for a fourth of a mile carried water. The well was 16 feet deep and they had to bail the water out with a bucket.</p><p style="text-align: left;">The Banfield property was divided thus: N.E.-Tom Banfield; N.W. and S.E. Joe Banfield; S.W. Kilbrides. Mike Faherty was the first person buried in the cemetery. He was 52 years old; killed himself working so hard. He was so kind and he loaned $500 to Mike Kilbride for 80 acres.</p><p style="text-align: left;">A mine called the <a href="https://cubacityhistory.blogspot.com/2019/09/cave-of-dreams-wicklow-mine-strikes-it.html" target="_blank"><u><b>Wicklow</b></u></a>, at old St. Rose, was discovered in drilling for water and here the ore was discovered at its best at 85 feet going east and going west about 200 feet. Lead was about 120. Through disagreement in management the mine died just in sight of a good strike. The vein ran 4:00 to 10:00 o'clock.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Farm land has to be near water. Rail splitting was a part of farm work, used for fencing. Meals consisted of hardtack, cornbread, potatoes, vegetables, pork and beef. Very few sweets. They took potato peelings, browned them in the oven till crisp, and then ground them for coffee. Flour was $13.00 per bbl., butter was 25¢ a pound, laborers worked for 25¢ a day, teachers got $22.50 a month, corn was 20¢ a bu., wheat was 60¢. Land sold for $1.00 to $1.25 an acre. It was hard to raise live stock because of the wolves. These wolves would always howl a day or two before a storm.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Articles of furniture were very plain and made out of log slabs if made at home. There was a furniture factory later in Galena. Feather ticks were used on beds as mattresses for warmth. Chimneys were made by placing sticks crossways in the form of a square and plastering them inside and out with mud or clay.</p><p style="text-align: left;">In the white frame church at St. Rose, along with the black framed stations I have previously described, was a statue of the Blessed Virgin. It was about 30" high. Paul Hoppenjan's mother donated $10 to the church for it when the church was moved to Cuba City. This statue had been stored in the hay mow on the Hoppenjan farm and it was brought to town when the church was built. The elbow was broken. (This statue is no longer around.)</p><p style="text-align: left;">Just behind the previously described white altar hung a large oil painting of Madonna and Child. The story of the painting is very interesting. The actual painter of the oil has not been established. While Fr. Clary was pastor, a well-to-do man named Hoffman volunteered to donate this beautiful painting--but to finish it there were some special chemicals needed. So it was shipped to Germany by boat. The freight over and back was terrific and Mr. Hoffman refused to pay the bill for which Fr. Clary very nicely kicked him out of the church. After a few months of this, Mr. Hoffman crawled on his hands and knees to go to church. Mrs. Kilbride interceded for him and finally got the two to forgive and forget.</p><p style="text-align: center;">First Parishioners of St. Rose in 1852</p><div style="text-align: center;">Michael Kilbride</div><div style="text-align: center;">Michael Faherty</div><div style="text-align: center;">Richard Byrne</div><div style="text-align: center;">Edward Byrne</div><div style="text-align: center;">John Byrne (store)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tom Banfield</div><div style="text-align: center;">Joe Banfield (Dall farm)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Michael Banfield</div><div style="text-align: center;">William Banfield</div><div style="text-align: center;">John Sullivan (storekeeper, saloon, postmaster, and squire)</div><div style="text-align: center;">John Seeley (blacksmith)</div><div style="text-align: center;">John O'Neill (carpenter)</div><div style="text-align: center;">James Conlon</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thomas Murray (miner)</div><div style="text-align: center;">J. V. Donohoo (peddler)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Frank Cullen</div><div style="text-align: center;">Edward Cullen</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tom Cooper</div><div style="text-align: center;">James Comel</div><div style="text-align: center;">Daniel Griffin</div><div style="text-align: center;">John Shwerwin [Sherwin?]<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">William Hynes</div><div style="text-align: center;">John Quinlan</div><div style="text-align: center;">Matthew Toomey</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jenkynes</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pat Donohoo (traveling lawyer)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dennis Hoogan [Hogan?]<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Learys</div><div style="text-align: center;">John C. Byrnes</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hendricks</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sylvester O'Brien</div><div style="text-align: center;">Felix Byrne</div><div style="text-align: center;">Rosenthall</div><div style="text-align: center;">Patrick Murphy</div><div style="text-align: center;">Peter Huffman</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dixons</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ferdinanc [Ferdinand] Schmieder</div><div style="text-align: center;">Micholas [Nicholas] Murray</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bartel Murray</div><div style="text-align: center;">Doyle's (Tom & Charlie)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jim Finnerty</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tom McCrea <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">[1] Edward Doyle was born in 1874 and died in 1964. He was the son of Joseph Doyle and Elizabeth Kilbride.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">[2] An <a href="https://books.google.com/books/about/C_W_Butterfield_s_History_1881_Grant_Cou.html?id=KgUrAQAAMAAJ" target="_blank"><u><b>1881 history of Grant County</b></u></a> provides an earlier account of St. Rose, including a different take on the first Catholic church in the area:<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> ST. ROSE STATION</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Equidistant between Cuba City and Elmo, and the eldest of the three, is St. Rose, so named by the Rev. Father Samuel Mozzuchelli [sic], thirty-two years ago, when he purchased land and founded St. Rose Church. The first settlers in the vicinity were J. V. Donohoo, John O'Niell [sic] and Joseph Banfield. In 1853, Mark Lukey kept tavern in the brick house near the railroad crossing. The railroad was surveyed through here in 1870, graded in 1872, and its building commenced two years later. In December, 1874, J. V. Donohoo, set apart ten acres of land on Section 25 for village purposes, and caused it to be laid out into lots upon the express understanding that St. Rose should be the only station between Platteville and Benton, Mathew Murphy of the latter place acting as the surveyor. When the road was completed and the too confiding property owner realized the utter unreliability of railway capitalists, he vacated the premises, not before he had sold one lot, however, Thomas Murry being the fortunate purchaser, for the consideration of $100.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The improvements in the prospective village had all been completed before the same was laid, and consisted of a store, hotel, wagon and blacksmith shop, and these, with the station, the residence of Thomas Murry and that of J. V. Donohoo, erected in 1880, constitute all that have been made since 1849, except the church near by.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">St. Rose Catholic Church--Located one-quarter of a mile west of the village, was first built in 1851, on land purchased of Levi Eastman, by Father Samuel Mazzuchelli in September, 1849. This church was of brick, 30x20, and cost $900. Father Mazzuchelli remained in charge until his removal to Benton, after which it came under the care of the Dominican Fathers at Sinsinawa Mound, and so continued until the surrender of the college at Sinsinawa by that organization.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">During the winter of 1856, St. Rose Church was irreparably injured by the severe frosts, and, in 1859, the edifice was torn down, when the present frame church, 30x60, was erected upon its site at a cost of $1,200, and blessed and dedicated in November, 1861.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The present membership is made up of thirty-nine families, and the following Pastors have served since the present church was built: The Rev. Fathers M. B. Fortune, --, Prendergast, P. Allbright, J. M. Cleary, T. O'Neill and W. Miller.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">(C. W. Butterfield's <i>History of Grant County, Wisconsin,</i> Chicago: Western Historical Company, 1881, 832-833.)</div><p></p>Historical Jottingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401253405761913919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612509177355526223.post-53868014464236002712022-10-08T09:54:00.003-07:002022-12-04T16:50:54.713-08:00The "Other" Roaster<p>While it has been a few years since mining was a part of the Cuba City landscape, you may still recall "the Roaster," or perhaps you've driven by Roaster Road at the southern edge of town. Both refer to the <a href="https://cubacityhistory.blogspot.com/2021/05/a-colossal-concern-touring-cuba-citys.html" target="_blank"><u><b>National Roaster</b></u></a> that, from its construction southeast of Cuba City in 1912, processed enormous amounts of zinc ore for decades. But, did you know that there was a second roaster in Cuba City during the booming 1910s?<br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEionNyeuRoPhCpRperP4uvJierR-xo_vSUQOueV5FURmLG0w37rTp4pYmFydZaeyya4SY_hZI2LU2u46cd-o55iXIZQeUYpEiy63loqP-n6_tnkzRTGpq4f4STdH0eP46qsSdNMj5DvMMy5mCeixPU5ZntI3lD41FkJS4rXnzfAgfTebScdUd3Ni_su/s1459/Linden_Zinc_Company_Plant_ca1917_John_Kemps_Charles_Cook_Art_Rudkin_Edward_Jacobi_Bernard_Ben_Heitkamp_Albert_O'Brien_Unknown_Sirtle.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1071" data-original-width="1459" height="337" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEionNyeuRoPhCpRperP4uvJierR-xo_vSUQOueV5FURmLG0w37rTp4pYmFydZaeyya4SY_hZI2LU2u46cd-o55iXIZQeUYpEiy63loqP-n6_tnkzRTGpq4f4STdH0eP46qsSdNMj5DvMMy5mCeixPU5ZntI3lD41FkJS4rXnzfAgfTebScdUd3Ni_su/w459-h337/Linden_Zinc_Company_Plant_ca1917_John_Kemps_Charles_Cook_Art_Rudkin_Edward_Jacobi_Bernard_Ben_Heitkamp_Albert_O'Brien_Unknown_Sirtle.jpg" width="459" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The "other" Cuba City roaster, circa 1917. Image courtesy
of Rachel Butts and Lillian Kirk. This image was also
published in Cuba City's centennial history, and the workers identified
as John Kemps, Charles Cook, Art Rudkin, Edward Jacobi, Bernard "Ben"
Heitkamp, Albert O'Brien, and ? Sirtle.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Built in 1910 by the Campbell Magnetic Separating Company of Boston, the other, less well-known zinc roaster and separating plant was located
along the railroad, at the southern edge of present-day Splinter Park, near where the truck and tractor pulls are held annually. <br /></p><p></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhikxeeMlniGTaQsKI2IO4OZn9fgwfotnV6QzCiGLzH75UbylPsGsPK0pzIdAMKODOKYAgAXyQcBtrwzx37zhoyN_w-mHSDxyFtTG9KNDQ7a469C-ia3kiUSBe9Qto1hG6wSV_tJ1iN01FvJAq7WnXcUOG1Ntgs24Ktq7Gb4CpdxrLMvqp160y107ys/s870/CampbellArrow.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="870" data-original-width="802" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhikxeeMlniGTaQsKI2IO4OZn9fgwfotnV6QzCiGLzH75UbylPsGsPK0pzIdAMKODOKYAgAXyQcBtrwzx37zhoyN_w-mHSDxyFtTG9KNDQ7a469C-ia3kiUSBe9Qto1hG6wSV_tJ1iN01FvJAq7WnXcUOG1Ntgs24Ktq7Gb4CpdxrLMvqp160y107ys/w391-h424/CampbellArrow.jpg" width="391" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This detail from the 1918<i> <a href="https://content.wisconsinhistory.org/digital/collection/maps/id/24640/rec/4" target="_blank"><u><b>Standard Atlas of Grant County</b></u></a></i> shows the Campbell plant on the southeastern edge of Cuba City. (Atlas digitized by the Wisconsin Historical Society).</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidDD4E2cGv4C0Cr0X74em80aGpD0S1AcqOYseZJ2JEMOGJo8Eo9rXN5RpCdDGu7kKP3ojGyyVHw7nOM5lH4S48XrQbNCDz0jBCNzH3B02hQTfBD9BQEIJ3ZXluALkchfLnTBe2LEQDhK2nrodNHeb-qDUH_o9lrXzm0cdfzUVNsZzWh0Cyn_b117DD/s916/aerial.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="916" data-original-width="784" height="455" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidDD4E2cGv4C0Cr0X74em80aGpD0S1AcqOYseZJ2JEMOGJo8Eo9rXN5RpCdDGu7kKP3ojGyyVHw7nOM5lH4S48XrQbNCDz0jBCNzH3B02hQTfBD9BQEIJ3ZXluALkchfLnTBe2LEQDhK2nrodNHeb-qDUH_o9lrXzm0cdfzUVNsZzWh0Cyn_b117DD/w389-h455/aerial.JPG" width="389" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This
aerial photograph, taken on October 30, 1937, shows that a
structure still existed on the site of the Campbell separating plant in the 1930s. Visible just north of the former plant is the City
Athletic Field, which would later be named Splinter Park. (Made available by the <a href="https://maps.sco.wisc.edu/WHAIFinder/#7/44.750/-89.750" target="_blank"><u><b>Wisconsin Historic Aerial Image Finder</b></u></a>).</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ZAsX_u4zFauAu1ef71xuJXUEf5xDBq9gVix1vJFFyCb-j5GO-kylZL8kQiAESCzfu9g_TilnQWgS6O6HO3-jfSpWOTi0wOyQEQ__3DOymeiHagDEzZvML_BZm4T5mLj1BhZv8QG9jVG9OT3iK5iDmxjSqxMTLQgabCIgWXBPEgt1lN2wEtqYJodx/s797/CurrentArrow2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="797" data-original-width="734" height="417" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ZAsX_u4zFauAu1ef71xuJXUEf5xDBq9gVix1vJFFyCb-j5GO-kylZL8kQiAESCzfu9g_TilnQWgS6O6HO3-jfSpWOTi0wOyQEQ__3DOymeiHagDEzZvML_BZm4T5mLj1BhZv8QG9jVG9OT3iK5iDmxjSqxMTLQgabCIgWXBPEgt1lN2wEtqYJodx/w385-h417/CurrentArrow2.jpg" width="385" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Roughly the same area today. The Campbell roaster would have been at the southern end of Splinter Park, near the intersection of McKinley and Clinton Streets. (Image accessed on <a href="https://earth.google.com" target="_blank"><u><b>Google Earth</b></u></a>, September 24, 2022.)</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p></p><p>The Campbell Magnetic Separating Company built the zinc roaster and separating plant in Cuba City using its own patented technologies. All of the machinery in the plant was driven by electric motors and the electricity supplied by the Interstate Light & Power Company of Galena. [1] <br /></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhglUTDVRJSISi6eZCffDvRAueKRP5n7CPp_gbgrdPxmpHa4knbKly808SON_G7su33F8qCkUyr7Kfcpao_hfMnZmyLnWL_04S_KBH3kiDQo8lzZnjSByjENzmLZ4ji0ZgH4XRu7_Xr03Tj9SviwW9ndq3qtKGVDhqXhzbT5cGapIO7FgCistpYzkXl/s1191/Campbell_Mass.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="358" data-original-width="1191" height="136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhglUTDVRJSISi6eZCffDvRAueKRP5n7CPp_gbgrdPxmpHa4knbKly808SON_G7su33F8qCkUyr7Kfcpao_hfMnZmyLnWL_04S_KBH3kiDQo8lzZnjSByjENzmLZ4ji0ZgH4XRu7_Xr03Tj9SviwW9ndq3qtKGVDhqXhzbT5cGapIO7FgCistpYzkXl/w453-h136/Campbell_Mass.JPG" width="453" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This advertisement for the Campbell Magnetic Separating Co. equipment was published in the <i><a href="https://archive.org/details/sim_engineering-and-mining-journal_1915-06-26_99_26/page/60/mode/2up" target="_blank"><u><b>Engineering and Mining Journal</b></u></a> </i>buying section, Vol. 99, No. 26, Page 60 (June 26, 1915).<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p>Both Cuba City and Linden, Wisconsin, had Campbell separators operating in their busy mining districts. While the diagram below is specifically for the Linden plant, there were likely similarities with the Cuba City roaster. </p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYVqSiKomy8M_aSYwG6cvnYHXjR4UdMYtV1-00wAtxA1DW72y3FQGcYxCkWC5yoZZbqxVnIgc4seOahuwjOiWnbkfAsPz9c675S6P6rPJ5SdZ8gEnAuNhkvemQmdo95TjHGeHPsfFvEGvhji5WwV_IhTvYEg1xA9cmErTi-RoR5PUdoIcFE7VLCdTI/s1292/Linden_Zinc_Company_Campbell_Separator_Engineering_and_Mining_Journal_06051915.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="464" data-original-width="1292" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYVqSiKomy8M_aSYwG6cvnYHXjR4UdMYtV1-00wAtxA1DW72y3FQGcYxCkWC5yoZZbqxVnIgc4seOahuwjOiWnbkfAsPz9c675S6P6rPJ5SdZ8gEnAuNhkvemQmdo95TjHGeHPsfFvEGvhji5WwV_IhTvYEg1xA9cmErTi-RoR5PUdoIcFE7VLCdTI/w634-h228/Linden_Zinc_Company_Campbell_Separator_Engineering_and_Mining_Journal_06051915.JPG" width="634" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Raw ore was dried, crushed, and roasted in a kiln for three to five
minutes, which made the iron sulphide in the ore magnetic. The Campbell
process was admired for its "light roast" and consistent temperature
provided by an oil flame, which resulted in higher quality end products
with less waste. The roasted product was cooled and agitated while exposed
to magnets that extracted the iron from the zinc. [2]</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8KBoKYYZOjf0ROHMG4MK_8ERvIaOHtA8wxmBtBAFvDapdhZdWIn2ADQzze3hN-Kh9EWRBVZ1tIyim-vToknafkSnh6cHa7shXQtGY1LCloqoZLoQfmFChtguwyrqIgS1J7ouRpXm2IBv_qwNaLi2473wtxTTifPRbY-Qvp3ha2JhNjjmGFXH4ikL8/s1486/Linden_Zinc_Co_Cuba_City_Campbell_Separating_Plant_Enineering_and_Mining_Journal_06051915.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="464" data-original-width="1486" height="189" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8KBoKYYZOjf0ROHMG4MK_8ERvIaOHtA8wxmBtBAFvDapdhZdWIn2ADQzze3hN-Kh9EWRBVZ1tIyim-vToknafkSnh6cHa7shXQtGY1LCloqoZLoQfmFChtguwyrqIgS1J7ouRpXm2IBv_qwNaLi2473wtxTTifPRbY-Qvp3ha2JhNjjmGFXH4ikL8/w603-h189/Linden_Zinc_Co_Cuba_City_Campbell_Separating_Plant_Enineering_and_Mining_Journal_06051915.JPG" width="603" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The above diagram and image were published in the <i><a href="https://archive.org/details/sim_engineering-and-mining-journal_1915-06-05_99_23/page/978/mode/2up?" target="_blank"><u><b>Engineering and Mining Journal</b></u></a>, </i>Vol. 99, No. 23, Page 980 (June 5, 1915).</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiadxWkzACSxZc9P9sywxb4bCl4TkotDPbrx3gpbUzCYW_zutz72FBx68eMqiomzpHULmffAzptY9g-TpXYRF0dNeZ0JIlluD2zXAaGxYi7LZoDQe4cwZq9LUEIk-U5TOeWNtNZX8a4lcDmpFenBgcc1DS4M_VJWhdYmtckJkqxBUXq4HH-OPmIpsmY/s841/Campbell_Magnetic_Separator_Plant_Cuba_City_Metallurgical_and_Chemical_Engineering_09011915x.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="841" data-original-width="841" height="407" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiadxWkzACSxZc9P9sywxb4bCl4TkotDPbrx3gpbUzCYW_zutz72FBx68eMqiomzpHULmffAzptY9g-TpXYRF0dNeZ0JIlluD2zXAaGxYi7LZoDQe4cwZq9LUEIk-U5TOeWNtNZX8a4lcDmpFenBgcc1DS4M_VJWhdYmtckJkqxBUXq4HH-OPmIpsmY/w407-h407/Campbell_Magnetic_Separator_Plant_Cuba_City_Metallurgical_and_Chemical_Engineering_09011915x.JPG" width="407" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Image published in <a href="https://archive.org/details/sim_chemical-engineering_1915-09-01_13_9/page/572/mode/2up?" target="_blank"><i><u><b>Metallurgical and Chemical Engineering</b></u></i></a>, Vol. 13, No. 9, Page 573 (September 1, 1915).<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>The Campbell Magnetic Separating plant passed from the hands of its original owners to the Wisconsin Zinc Company in 1914 and then the Linden Zinc Company in 1916. As the <i>Wall Street Journal </i>investment opportunity below indicates, the Cuba City-area mineral industry had clearly come a long way from the small, locally owned enterprises that once dotted the mining landscape.<br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxe3I6jefbWRhi61qM5n6T-FTzMPE0tTrePwBHx4guRP007DbpIKNvU-O9k8-c2Z-hU-fgQNL2pMs3yzB90Pofd865ggwNknkrr22n0O00OEpvin7uE76dBIsUBzwV2eyLCetLbz_Y38Hm2lHA72FAtI0Wgp1ntLbj92PnfUAwaNbZqfGDby0kk76R/s616/Linden_Zinc_Separating_Plant_Investment_Advertisement_Wall_Street_Journal10091916.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="616" data-original-width="604" height="446" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxe3I6jefbWRhi61qM5n6T-FTzMPE0tTrePwBHx4guRP007DbpIKNvU-O9k8-c2Z-hU-fgQNL2pMs3yzB90Pofd865ggwNknkrr22n0O00OEpvin7uE76dBIsUBzwV2eyLCetLbz_Y38Hm2lHA72FAtI0Wgp1ntLbj92PnfUAwaNbZqfGDby0kk76R/w438-h446/Linden_Zinc_Separating_Plant_Investment_Advertisement_Wall_Street_Journal10091916.JPG" width="438" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Investment opportunity for the Linden Zinc Company, which owned Cuba City's Campbell separating plant, published in the <i>Wall Street Journal </i>(October 9, 1916).<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p>What did Cuba City residents think of the nearby roaster? As the photograph of roaster employees proves, the plant produced jobs for the area. Unfortunately, it also had less desirable by-products. </p><p>When writing about the Campbell plant in Cuba City's centennial history, Edward O'Neill described how the sulphur dioxide emitted into the air from the roasting process, when combined with moisture, formed sulphuric acid, which was detrimental to the surrounding land. The property just north of the separating plant "was for years as devoid of vegetation as a billiard table." When the City of Cuba City purchased that lot in the early 1930s for use as a park and athletic field, much work went into restoring the soil through "tiling, liming and planting." That athletic field is known today as Splinter Park.</p><p>The fumes from the plant were also not particularly welcome by Cuba City residents, as they resulted in "a rich, oniony taste in the mouth," especially when a strong south wind was blowing. In addition, the roaster's byproducts were damaging to window and door screens, unless they happened to be made of copper. [3] A 1913 issue of the <i>Benton Advocate</i> mentioned that even Cuba City officials were not keen on the plant continuing to operate at its current location, possibly for the reasons stated above. [4] </p><p>Over the years, the roaster did continue to operate at that location, but not without apparently making some changes. The <i>Telegraph Herald </i>reported in 1917 that the plant was "in public favor since it embodies features that eliminate obnoxious gases and the consequent injury to sensitive nerves and nearby vegetation." [5]<br /></p><p>Despite improvements made to the Campbell roaster, in 1921, the plant's fortunes changed when Cuba City resident Sarah "Sadie" Dent filed a suit against its owner, the Linden Zinc Company, and won her case. The purpose of the lawsuit has yet to be uncovered, but if you refer back to the plat map above, you will see that Ms. Dent owned the property immediately north of the roaster, which was likely a factor in the case.<br /></p><p>The Linden Zinc Company must have had insufficient funds to pay the court-ordered restitution of over $1,000, and the Cuba City roaster was auctioned off at a sheriff's sale on March 18, 1922. Sadie Dent herself was the highest cash bidder at $1,100. The <i>Wisconsin State Journal </i>reported that Dent subsequently turned the roaster over to "junk dealers," and the <i>Cuba City News-Herald</i> named those individuals as Alex Richardson and Sam Sher. Sher was indeed a self-proclaimed "junkman" and ran regular ads in the local newspaper offering money for all kinds of refuse and unused goods. [6]<br /></p><p>It is unclear what ultimately befell the Campbell roaster. In later years, a Mobil Oil Company bulk plant operated at that location, and today, crowds turn out in the summer to attend Cuba City's annual truck and tractor pulls, likely unaware that they are standing on part of Cuba City's mining history.</p><p><br /></p><p>Notes<br /></p><p></p><p>[1] "<a href="https://archive.org/details/electricalworld56newy/page/70/mode/2up?" target="_blank"><u><b>Construction News</b></u></a>," <i>Electrical World</i> 56, no. 1 (July 7, 1910): 71-72. </p><p>[2] L. E. Ives, "<a href="https://archive.org/details/sim_engineering-and-mining-journal_1915-06-05_99_23/page/978/mode/2up?" target="_blank"><u><b>Electromagnetic Zinc-Ore Treatment by the Campbell Process</b></u></a>," <i>Engineering and Mining Journal</i> 99, no. 23 (June 5, 1915): 979-980;<i> </i>"<a href="https://archive.org/details/sim_chemical-engineering_1915-09-01_13_9/page/572/mode/2up?" target="_blank"><b>Magnetic Separation of Zinc-Iron Sulphide Ores</b></a>," <i>Metallurgical and Chemical Engineering</i> 13, no. 9 (September 1, 1915): 573.</p><p>[3] Edward J. O'Neill. <i>Cuba City Centennial: 100 years, 1875-1975. </i>(Cuba City, Wis. : Cuba City Centennial Committee, 1975).</p><p>[4] J. H. Lewis, "Mining Notes,"<i> The Benton Advocate</i>, June 13, 1913, 1.<br /></p><p>[5] "Ore Producers Up Against It," <i>Dubuque Telegraph Herald, </i>June 28, 1917, 12.</p><p>[6] J. H. Lewis, "Plant Sold for Junk," <i>Wisconsin State Journal,</i> April 2, 1922, 32 ; "Linden Zinc is Sold Under Sheriff's Sale," <i>The News-Herald</i>, March 22, 1922, 1.<br /></p>Historical Jottingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401253405761913919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612509177355526223.post-85977900105409192502022-10-04T18:46:00.003-07:002022-10-04T18:51:58.171-07:00Boarding the Bus<p>Whether they wanted to visit friends and relatives or do some shopping in the big city, regular bus service offered Cuba City residents a way to venture farther from home.<br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHhPFWl-G18h3RS-NzCzF32EHcjkkFTKDV6TPEZqqQnIDgj63eUe_WPZuBKapSHCY_fXJWIiwtzuEpK9-SBT4KlaNMuYQR6_1XL159gbXqe0Rzq9V-rH3cnirNqHB4jyjcSVZYWYIsr1cT1MDgS8JA34hJr_e0aefoDZ4Q2f5a-LRtnDDUvDCoKKeV/s1453/Dubuque_Bus_1920s.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1453" data-original-width="1076" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHhPFWl-G18h3RS-NzCzF32EHcjkkFTKDV6TPEZqqQnIDgj63eUe_WPZuBKapSHCY_fXJWIiwtzuEpK9-SBT4KlaNMuYQR6_1XL159gbXqe0Rzq9V-rH3cnirNqHB4jyjcSVZYWYIsr1cT1MDgS8JA34hJr_e0aefoDZ4Q2f5a-LRtnDDUvDCoKKeV/w319-h430/Dubuque_Bus_1920s.jpg" width="319" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This 1920s photograph of an unidentified woman standing in front of the "Dubuque bus" is courtesy of Rachel Butts and Lillian Kirk.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Below are a few schedules for buses passing through Cuba City in the 1920s. The bus pickup location was, as least in later years, beside Florine's Drug Store (Subway today).</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7RXOdAddvq1PspB8O04kRYoBFScykRI4InqTu3kAWhvlXrpVhORuo4ipAK2OmdNBwkiME9gZik-L__0WTODj3Rc4684G3jdRQwtThxfP8twxsMObujWyEb2i7824koTNuCX1aYjqRrjfXTuVRkVcJsqwebaCtPE3R-2BRlW8-nG0fqkZGg9kFyCS2/s665/Bus.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="584" data-original-width="665" height="350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7RXOdAddvq1PspB8O04kRYoBFScykRI4InqTu3kAWhvlXrpVhORuo4ipAK2OmdNBwkiME9gZik-L__0WTODj3Rc4684G3jdRQwtThxfP8twxsMObujWyEb2i7824koTNuCX1aYjqRrjfXTuVRkVcJsqwebaCtPE3R-2BRlW8-nG0fqkZGg9kFyCS2/w399-h350/Bus.JPG" width="399" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Published in the <i>Cuba City News-Herald </i>(December 26, 1924).</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhciGxDgoajWxjEj_SouC9fEG5w9iJiWxOXcpC9xWdRubocVu4zzLfCye9GCUB5UBBvAYuNRYZwrc-1oDq3MfyAd-ooiGPb9ukYXTyteO0h0JElvbOKOpegCeLQbpRb_VIqNc01jcaYKKDXyX1qLb5eq2mPHbQevfKMx0vZctTAN5hvWpgez1kLdZcB/s833/Royal_Rapid_Transit_Bus_Schedule_TH09261926.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="423" data-original-width="833" height="302" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhciGxDgoajWxjEj_SouC9fEG5w9iJiWxOXcpC9xWdRubocVu4zzLfCye9GCUB5UBBvAYuNRYZwrc-1oDq3MfyAd-ooiGPb9ukYXTyteO0h0JElvbOKOpegCeLQbpRb_VIqNc01jcaYKKDXyX1qLb5eq2mPHbQevfKMx0vZctTAN5hvWpgez1kLdZcB/w596-h302/Royal_Rapid_Transit_Bus_Schedule_TH09261926.JPG" width="596" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Published in the <i>Telegraph Herald </i>(September 26, 1926).<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Historical Jottingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401253405761913919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612509177355526223.post-79831831221898076832022-09-23T10:18:00.002-07:002022-09-23T10:18:14.128-07:00Logging Miles with Hank & Orton<p><span class="gvxzyvdx aeinzg81 t7p7dqev gh25dzvf exr7barw b6ax4al1 gem102v4 ncib64c9 mrvwc6qr sx8pxkcf f597kf1v cpcgwwas m2nijcs8 hxfwr5lz k1z55t6l oog5qr5w tes86rjd pbevjfx6 ztn2w49o" dir="auto"></span></p><div class="m8h3af8h l7ghb35v kjdc1dyq kmwttqpk gh25dzvf n3t5jt4f"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Loyal customers of Cuba City's Texaco station received this handy notebook that offered everything from a 1952-1953 calendar to logs for travel, gasoline purchases, oil changes, battery replacements, and tire repairs.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTziO8r9rH5IP4GRAqpyqo5r3yRqAZhB7uEZwpii4JmkBRpL-xcArB3LvvXimGDgQKTLlpvwTVSDaM61QNT284kaok8WVhzyWRBIDxhpnTpYAErm6xrYC5S2wiGczIedyusjbr8nfbRaDL8T6KLPGEl05bOu5oPuWEAxOhxojAqZFbetbbBQrs9o7K/s2817/Hank_Orton_Texaco_Service_Station_Log_Book.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2817" data-original-width="2778" height="347" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTziO8r9rH5IP4GRAqpyqo5r3yRqAZhB7uEZwpii4JmkBRpL-xcArB3LvvXimGDgQKTLlpvwTVSDaM61QNT284kaok8WVhzyWRBIDxhpnTpYAErm6xrYC5S2wiGczIedyusjbr8nfbRaDL8T6KLPGEl05bOu5oPuWEAxOhxojAqZFbetbbBQrs9o7K/w343-h347/Hank_Orton_Texaco_Service_Station_Log_Book.jpg" width="343" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd2TzTsqdP6Eh3AdKh3ITtGYaz6AUkrWo3llfxatZNKJK5FVZpHx4q_2bDJmhEOy2iAibk1B3E7UctYIB6VX_taADyyZy1fzawxAfxNFDpP68AAM2sizmpf0_fAdc0fzDRTO321KGL5UE431xfj6VcG927sd_HnHLhT53PFLRrOK0PXFKSxkTOWuTY/s3085/Hank_Orton_Texaco_Service_Station_Log_Book_Travel_Log_Gasoline_Record.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1998" data-original-width="3085" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd2TzTsqdP6Eh3AdKh3ITtGYaz6AUkrWo3llfxatZNKJK5FVZpHx4q_2bDJmhEOy2iAibk1B3E7UctYIB6VX_taADyyZy1fzawxAfxNFDpP68AAM2sizmpf0_fAdc0fzDRTO321KGL5UE431xfj6VcG927sd_HnHLhT53PFLRrOK0PXFKSxkTOWuTY/w342-h221/Hank_Orton_Texaco_Service_Station_Log_Book_Travel_Log_Gasoline_Record.jpg" width="342" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Texaco station was located on the corner of Main and Benton St. in the building now housing Knead Massage Therapy and Pretty Cut & Dry Salon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiijJBwcMQHTLKDNn-p46_yUBlLv2y7_4QTQDl2eEgbZVcRkFjc9gMDNnQe20TJjhynCvg3trEG0eq6S9GSyKv4RScZBT_Msz1gdkZRb1GaEK_s0b0iuv17vmzJ5lFVHE9IV2_HFpxYb65Ns7-q7ay1iIH5y31kkuZ_eCTJBjcty71eTerMX6SRkiB_/s1287/North_Main_Street_Cuba_City_1952.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1078" data-original-width="1287" height="369" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiijJBwcMQHTLKDNn-p46_yUBlLv2y7_4QTQDl2eEgbZVcRkFjc9gMDNnQe20TJjhynCvg3trEG0eq6S9GSyKv4RScZBT_Msz1gdkZRb1GaEK_s0b0iuv17vmzJ5lFVHE9IV2_HFpxYb65Ns7-q7ay1iIH5y31kkuZ_eCTJBjcty71eTerMX6SRkiB_/w441-h369/North_Main_Street_Cuba_City_1952.jpg" width="441" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Texaco Station, 1952.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div></div></div><div dir="auto"><div class="d2hqwtrz r227ecj6 ez8dtbzv gt60zsk1" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_5d"><div class="alzwoclg cqf1kptm siwo0mpr gu5uzgus"><div class="jroqu855 nthtkgg5"><span class="gvxzyvdx aeinzg81 t7p7dqev gh25dzvf exr7barw b6ax4al1 gem102v4 ncib64c9 mrvwc6qr sx8pxkcf f597kf1v cpcgwwas m2nijcs8 hxfwr5lz k1z55t6l oog5qr5w tes86rjd pbevjfx6 ztn2w49o" dir="auto"><div class="l7ghb35v kjdc1dyq kmwttqpk gh25dzvf jikcssrz n3t5jt4f"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> Henry "Hank" Hilvers and Orton Paquette purchased the station in 1951.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi432LF-eXFstRBpUcmiyJ5wDN0Xe8gRF3DPiNsyrMX73Q3wanNvQ5lenBqfH7iLt9uqbCULtwIwyCfm0Wi_uxVWGW6kcTxLG1PQwYBPAAjWdnzUOJLgTQLRoeaOLqyzQizBGU0uBmf3krArlD0cWjD-BCpHiKoQw8EYWUYhmZrHuvdtFwB_t-Pk6Mr/s985/Screenshot_20220921_203704.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="395" data-original-width="985" height="146" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi432LF-eXFstRBpUcmiyJ5wDN0Xe8gRF3DPiNsyrMX73Q3wanNvQ5lenBqfH7iLt9uqbCULtwIwyCfm0Wi_uxVWGW6kcTxLG1PQwYBPAAjWdnzUOJLgTQLRoeaOLqyzQizBGU0uBmf3krArlD0cWjD-BCpHiKoQw8EYWUYhmZrHuvdtFwB_t-Pk6Mr/w365-h146/Screenshot_20220921_203704.jpg" width="365" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Published in the <i>Wisconsin State Journal </i>(February 28, 1951).<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </div></div><div class="l7ghb35v kjdc1dyq kmwttqpk gh25dzvf jikcssrz n3t5jt4f"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div></div></span></div></div></div></div>Historical Jottingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401253405761913919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612509177355526223.post-84530234664239610722022-09-19T19:17:00.009-07:002022-09-21T20:33:22.235-07:00St. Rose's Football Team<p>The <a href="https://cubacityhistory.blogspot.com/2021/10/grid-warriors-of-1924.html" target="_blank"><u><b>Cuba City High School football team</b></u></a> wasn't the only squad in town during the fall of 1924. The St. Rose Catholic School's upper grades had their own team, pictured below possibly with the Rev. James J. Maguire, who served the Cuba City parish until November 1924.<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdLYf7YSfSpYRt9lu59jsFcDBpImbNWS-xhdZtd5GNPebYr7hMIJwTy6UDRbz3ighRBifJK6Lsd5DWygCQ7ovQqe5G4kirKNA7h_YTs207J2QUyhy7qigLwFfvBLskjyyvDSlKjPMfDrYgqbwa-foYm1Hok2q9srR9sG1lG2tJeJrHqIjfx3v6h_Fn/s1873/St._Rose_Football_Team_1924.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="945" data-original-width="1873" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdLYf7YSfSpYRt9lu59jsFcDBpImbNWS-xhdZtd5GNPebYr7hMIJwTy6UDRbz3ighRBifJK6Lsd5DWygCQ7ovQqe5G4kirKNA7h_YTs207J2QUyhy7qigLwFfvBLskjyyvDSlKjPMfDrYgqbwa-foYm1Hok2q9srR9sG1lG2tJeJrHqIjfx3v6h_Fn/w545-h274/St._Rose_Football_Team_1924.jpg" width="545" /></a></p><p></p><p>Known players on St. Rose's 1924 team were Edwin Heitkamp (front row, second from left), William "Dip" Murray (back row, right), Kenney Bartlett, Hyacinth Donohoo, Louis Fiedler, Herman Fiedler, and Lawrence Harty. The following excerpts from the "St. Rose School Notes," published in the <i>Cuba City News-Herald</i>, provide more clues as to players' identities, as well as some insight into the team's season.<br /></p><p><b><u>September 19, 1924</u>:</b> <i>"St. Rose football team played the Public School Wednesday. We all take our hats off to 'Dip' Murray. He made five touchdowns. Keep it up, 'Dip.'"</i></p><p><b><u>October 10, 1924</u>:</b> <i>"St. Rose football team regrets very much the mishap to Louis Fiedler, our star end, which happened last Friday. It will keep him out of the lineup for the rest of the season.</i></p><p><i>The only men who played on last year's team are Edwin, William, Herman, Hyacinth, and Kenny, so that we have a new 'line up'--just the same, we have the stuff.</i></p><p><i>Last Saturday, October 4, we defeated the 'Cuba City All Stars' by a score of 44 to 18. </i></p><p><i>The first 'touch down' on our team was made by Bartlett with a seventy yard dash around the right end. He also made three others and was voted the star of the day.</i></p><p><i>Herman, Edwin, and Osie, made from 50 yards on end runs, and Riley and Harty did excellent work on the line.</i></p><p><i>The first and second grades have organized a football team. They are doing some hard team work and will soon be ready for games."</i></p><p><b><u>November 14, 1924</u>:</b> <i>"On October 23 we played St. Patrick's at Dubuque and defeated them by a score of 13 to 9. At the end of the first half both teams were fighting hard. In the third quarter St. Rose made a touchdown but failed to kick goal. In the last quarter however we succeeded in making another touchdown and carried the pigskin to victory.</i></p><p><i>November 7, we had the return game here losing by a score of 6 to 0."</i><br /></p><p>Thank you to Rachel Butts for sharing this photo from her grandmother, Lillian (Heitkamp) Kirk!<br /></p>Historical Jottingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401253405761913919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612509177355526223.post-80285614292191230562022-09-18T16:18:00.004-07:002022-09-19T17:03:44.108-07:00Thoroughly Modern Women<p><span class="gvxzyvdx aeinzg81 t7p7dqev gh25dzvf exr7barw b6ax4al1 gem102v4 ncib64c9 mrvwc6qr sx8pxkcf f597kf1v cpcgwwas m2nijcs8 hxfwr5lz k1z55t6l oog5qr5w tes86rjd pbevjfx6 ztn2w49o" dir="auto"></span></p><div class="m8h3af8h l7ghb35v kjdc1dyq kmwttqpk gh25dzvf n3t5jt4f"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Let it never be said that Cuba City resident Lillian Heitkamp and her gal pals didn't know how to have a good time. This photo collection shows these modern women of the Roaring Twenties striking poses that are sometimes goofy, sometimes rebellious, and ALWAYS fabulous!</div></div><p></p><div dir="auto"><div class="d2hqwtrz r227ecj6 ez8dtbzv gt60zsk1" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_yn"><div class="alzwoclg cqf1kptm siwo0mpr gu5uzgus"><div class="jroqu855 nthtkgg5"><span class="gvxzyvdx aeinzg81 t7p7dqev gh25dzvf exr7barw b6ax4al1 gem102v4 ncib64c9 mrvwc6qr sx8pxkcf f597kf1v cpcgwwas m2nijcs8 hxfwr5lz k1z55t6l oog5qr5w tes86rjd pbevjfx6 ztn2w49o" dir="auto"><div class="l7ghb35v kjdc1dyq kmwttqpk gh25dzvf jikcssrz n3t5jt4f"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Thank you to Rachel Butts for sharing these images, passed down from her grandmother, Lillian Heitkamp Kirk. They were taken at Horseshoe Bend and Cuba City. 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Thanks to Rachel Butts for sharing this photograph of fourth and fifth graders at the Cuba City school, 1910-1911. The photo belonged to Rachel's grandmother, Lillian Heitkamp Kirk, who is seated in the bottom row, third from the right.</span></span></p><p><span data-offset-key="fic0e-0-0"><span data-text="true"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrgkXjg1Jbp0j3c1XJ5LgPkBbt0PTG1NjBaJtNXCZpW9YoG-HAqt3_eDjcLBxl80f4eV911qRK_xLOj8ul0FSS3LR2tcJUpwOVBRFSrM7EnlYwIWeus5IWNAlwFzBUJHpJ6ey-RDDz80T4f1aWa5Uh57puVGFB7BciixN4gHYd0jTasPAlvWMadSyP/s1930/Cuba_City_School_Fourth_Fifth_Grade_1910-1911.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1056" data-original-width="1930" height="322" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrgkXjg1Jbp0j3c1XJ5LgPkBbt0PTG1NjBaJtNXCZpW9YoG-HAqt3_eDjcLBxl80f4eV911qRK_xLOj8ul0FSS3LR2tcJUpwOVBRFSrM7EnlYwIWeus5IWNAlwFzBUJHpJ6ey-RDDz80T4f1aWa5Uh57puVGFB7BciixN4gHYd0jTasPAlvWMadSyP/w589-h322/Cuba_City_School_Fourth_Fifth_Grade_1910-1911.jpg" width="589" /></a></div><p></p>Historical Jottingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401253405761913919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612509177355526223.post-70155315099106814742022-08-22T11:42:00.007-07:002022-08-22T11:52:50.196-07:00Cuba City in Postcards<p>By the early 1900s, Americans were embracing the picture postcard as a quick and inexpensive way to keep in touch with friends and family.<span data-offset-key="6t785-0-0"><span data-text="true"> Luckily for us, Cuba City residents and visitors purchased and mailed cards like crazy in the first decades of the twentieth century, and many of those were printed with </span></span>photographs of local street scenes or buildings
that are invaluable glimpses into our town's past.<br /></p><div data-block="true" data-editor="847lc" data-offset-key="dv7dr-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="dv7dr-0-0"><span data-offset-key="dv7dr-0-0"><span data-text="true">While postcards had many advantages, they were not without their challenges. Up </span></span><span><span data-offset-key="dv7dr-1-0"><span data-text="true">until</span></span></span><span data-offset-key="dv7dr-2-0"><span data-text="true"> 1907, messages had to be brief, indeed, as the entire reverse of the card was reserved for the recipient's mailing address. As you can see from this example, senders often struggled with the space limitations. Note the apologetic remark: "If you can't read this send it back."</span></span></div><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="dv7dr-0-0"><span data-offset-key="dv7dr-2-0"><span data-text="true"> </span></span></div><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="dv7dr-0-0"><span data-offset-key="dv7dr-2-0"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO2gNQ8K8HrRO-zBtV4q_DNiV9aW8qOCAMLz5TkILv4azPHNx34FVQpu7yWQNutmDPH5desD7gct3V3UixwMNYY65j4pe-wqnMwx1oid5s4wl6JH7heTfDoH9NGuWonQubQU2khi09BtUQrNT5jH3KqS984VozN4dcPzF-LHllICkVAPDHaf54TPGb/s3276/Cuba_City_High_School_Curt_Teich_Black_White_Postmarked_June_1907.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2124" data-original-width="3276" height="348" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO2gNQ8K8HrRO-zBtV4q_DNiV9aW8qOCAMLz5TkILv4azPHNx34FVQpu7yWQNutmDPH5desD7gct3V3UixwMNYY65j4pe-wqnMwx1oid5s4wl6JH7heTfDoH9NGuWonQubQU2khi09BtUQrNT5jH3KqS984VozN4dcPzF-LHllICkVAPDHaf54TPGb/w538-h348/Cuba_City_High_School_Curt_Teich_Black_White_Postmarked_June_1907.jpg" width="538" /></a></div><span data-text="true"></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4W1EnbSIR8KPaTPGfjieKiHwfQfr2UfLvHhMsQUt3OzEXpgxR2obc4HNnWfhoSQyn0HdSznKYzt_Og3MkGzal81nvn2zSIg-37q0N9XJI0d0klJabRp5OCjUTSEmLTTkh2kZQsAIzYaeBPZgzRavYFF-xzJ8KsGKu9fHBiE9SO_WWjHI5AHzLcowg/s3265/Cuba_City_High_School_Curt_Teich_Black_White_Postmarked_June_1907_Back.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2117" data-original-width="3265" height="349" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4W1EnbSIR8KPaTPGfjieKiHwfQfr2UfLvHhMsQUt3OzEXpgxR2obc4HNnWfhoSQyn0HdSznKYzt_Og3MkGzal81nvn2zSIg-37q0N9XJI0d0klJabRp5OCjUTSEmLTTkh2kZQsAIzYaeBPZgzRavYFF-xzJ8KsGKu9fHBiE9SO_WWjHI5AHzLcowg/w540-h349/Cuba_City_High_School_Curt_Teich_Black_White_Postmarked_June_1907_Back.jpg" width="540" /></a></div><br /><div data-block="true" data-editor="847lc" data-offset-key="ejqfa-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="ejqfa-0-0"><span data-offset-key="ejqfa-0-0"><span data-text="true">The </span></span><span><span data-offset-key="ejqfa-1-0"><span data-text="true">sender</span></span></span><span data-offset-key="ejqfa-2-0"><span data-text="true"> was Miss Sadie Tregloan, of Carroll, Iowa, who was visiting relatives in Cuba City in the summer of 1907. Ironically, Miss Tregloan headed to Drake University in Des Moines a few months later to take a course in shorthand!</span></span></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="847lc" data-offset-key="e2nsp-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="e2nsp-0-0"><span data-offset-key="e2nsp-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="847lc" data-offset-key="f6up6-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="f6up6-0-0"><span data-offset-key="f6up6-0-0"><span data-text="true">This postcard bearing the image of the Cuba City High School was published by Chicago's Curt Teich & Co., which would become one of the world's largest postcard printers. The company published postcards featuring <a href="https://cubacityhistory.blogspot.com/2020/10/curt-teich-co-postcards.html" target="_blank"><u><b>multiple Cuba City scenes</b></u></a> in the early 1900s.</span></span></div><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="f6up6-0-0"><span data-offset-key="f6up6-0-0"><span data-text="true"><br /></span></span></div><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="f6up6-0-0"><div dir="auto"><div class="ecm0bbzt hv4rvrfc ihqw7lf3 dati1w0a" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_1dr"><div class="j83agx80 cbu4d94t ew0dbk1b irj2b8pg"><div class="qzhwtbm6 knvmm38d"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Unlike the previous sender, Thomas F. Splinter easily managed to fit his message into the small space allotted on this early postcard, which features a real photograph of Kittoe's Drug Store and the Farmers Bank (Russell Law Office today), Donohoo Splinter & Co. (Antiques & Salvage), and Cuba City's railroad depot. Thomas Splinter was the "Splinter" of Donohoo Splinter & Co., and he mailed this postcard to his uncle, Frank Bannigan Hallock, on October 10, 1908.</div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMmc6V8UkGq4qyEhZQPG5v23watzSwA1VBfk1FcbnAI-vLxQZIvb4DM97d__tsCdYEIl322QmiKDpG9ESiDFuehztAo2UdudvDGndxTQMve_HLgdA0vYAvWguoZ6VRjE_sr90JLjNDwgsywYRvcQ_6ClZtX7kEXN0gBkMrHcpy5RI66VQCVHhjBejS/s3271/Kittoe's_Drug_Store_Farmers_Bank_Donohoo_Splinter_Depot.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2046" data-original-width="3271" height="333" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMmc6V8UkGq4qyEhZQPG5v23watzSwA1VBfk1FcbnAI-vLxQZIvb4DM97d__tsCdYEIl322QmiKDpG9ESiDFuehztAo2UdudvDGndxTQMve_HLgdA0vYAvWguoZ6VRjE_sr90JLjNDwgsywYRvcQ_6ClZtX7kEXN0gBkMrHcpy5RI66VQCVHhjBejS/w533-h333/Kittoe's_Drug_Store_Farmers_Bank_Donohoo_Splinter_Depot.jpg" width="533" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw4hxaR-pBBH4BsaNsSl9Rn51SIW8JMV2OyoeOJWcnweSV3k0qwbEEuW3kx_Bn8hHNM-S0aVjwG0rDDd76XJuQbyqyWL5PUAjA81hxcGIybo_Q9cZ5kbmwvOqz2P3xRAFi4-cS8B6mWDjSzrMzNGjY4yAS4Tkr7o5n3GZnl7GMw5aXuGS2APvs88lY/s3301/Kittoe's_Drug_Store_Farmers_Bank_Donohoo_Splinter_Depot_Back.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2088" data-original-width="3301" height="343" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw4hxaR-pBBH4BsaNsSl9Rn51SIW8JMV2OyoeOJWcnweSV3k0qwbEEuW3kx_Bn8hHNM-S0aVjwG0rDDd76XJuQbyqyWL5PUAjA81hxcGIybo_Q9cZ5kbmwvOqz2P3xRAFi4-cS8B6mWDjSzrMzNGjY4yAS4Tkr7o5n3GZnl7GMw5aXuGS2APvs88lY/w543-h343/Kittoe's_Drug_Store_Farmers_Bank_Donohoo_Splinter_Depot_Back.jpg" width="543" /></a></div></div></div></span></div></div></div></div><span data-offset-key="f6up6-0-0"><span data-text="true"></span></span></div></div></div></div><p>Postcards could be purchased in local shops and were often commissioned or published by local business owners. The <a href="https://cubacityhistory.blogspot.com/2018/06/barker-bros-drug-co.html" target="_blank"><u><b>Barker Bros. Drug Co.</b></u></a> published a series of postcards while they operated in Cuba City from 1914 to 1917. As you can see, these later postcards had divided backs, reserving just the right half of the card for an address, so senders had more room for their messages.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfIyHDTi_zT4luybJnaQToKvChHkIyZrYlQR5trt0soL95UTTNKg3S9y1h2_uPfGj85KMRT6HEb3OyK_dB0iag03HITCt3I_n5VO5NledbryvflH2CDJDREqmmJmyrCmMqKfntnMMGR3Kv3OJNVIVpYYUnnQKMviVkDJsPQSrYFfr7rJR92jv0eD_1/s3290/Greetings_From_Cuba_City_Barker_Brothers_1914-1917_Front.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2044" data-original-width="3290" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfIyHDTi_zT4luybJnaQToKvChHkIyZrYlQR5trt0soL95UTTNKg3S9y1h2_uPfGj85KMRT6HEb3OyK_dB0iag03HITCt3I_n5VO5NledbryvflH2CDJDREqmmJmyrCmMqKfntnMMGR3Kv3OJNVIVpYYUnnQKMviVkDJsPQSrYFfr7rJR92jv0eD_1/w537-h334/Greetings_From_Cuba_City_Barker_Brothers_1914-1917_Front.jpg" width="537" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-a9_pkl6WqGRjVRFxTeLkIPmGx4z6SYVUTIKdwk0Cg3KAhpHF5qoJF5FnbrmnhNBRbTd4AKfuHRYsuzqxHcqwm98xgN5PFERUek_9c7vbdJkganlHt07qxcLwaqZYXX9UDoe0yZBIHutVxmD4mNfI3u9T5dddjPEd-W2yCmNNk8WYwmu9lMvFYIZi/s3339/Greetings_From_Cuba_City_Barker_Brothers_1914-1917_Back.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2058" data-original-width="3339" height="331" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-a9_pkl6WqGRjVRFxTeLkIPmGx4z6SYVUTIKdwk0Cg3KAhpHF5qoJF5FnbrmnhNBRbTd4AKfuHRYsuzqxHcqwm98xgN5PFERUek_9c7vbdJkganlHt07qxcLwaqZYXX9UDoe0yZBIHutVxmD4mNfI3u9T5dddjPEd-W2yCmNNk8WYwmu9lMvFYIZi/w538-h331/Greetings_From_Cuba_City_Barker_Brothers_1914-1917_Back.jpg" width="538" /></a></div><p></p><div dir="auto"><div class="ecm0bbzt hv4rvrfc ihqw7lf3 dati1w0a" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_en"><div class="j83agx80 cbu4d94t ew0dbk1b irj2b8pg"><div class="qzhwtbm6 knvmm38d"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Henry D. Kivlahan, Cuba City photographer, motion picture operator, and musician, was another local businessman who took advantage of the popularity of postcards in the early 1900s. This image of Sisson's "resort" was published by him, likely between 1909 and 1914.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Sisson's, sometimes referred to as the Jamestown Hotel, dates back to the days of the stagecoach in the 1840s. Located north of Louisburg, the popularity of the inn persisted well into the 20th century, as we can see by Kivlahan's choice of subject matter.</div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ZIjFMbl2pd9PmDfaMCNeHT6hrasG2ULOnekmxu0hKL2IxHaYIHz343CTsb5IRUNuB1e9W9cH6ttDmRp2InCBJMFxhI1aPAd-qTOmV7MkubDhZrr6qL_gbeRbj2PqP9xuXsNd0HCEyC_GC_3rhLhCp3AA-NJspGnsYseHJgnwfsx1CjH9Ot-rL1R_/s3354/Sissons_Summer_Resort_Henry_D_Kivlahan_Front.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2149" data-original-width="3354" height="343" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ZIjFMbl2pd9PmDfaMCNeHT6hrasG2ULOnekmxu0hKL2IxHaYIHz343CTsb5IRUNuB1e9W9cH6ttDmRp2InCBJMFxhI1aPAd-qTOmV7MkubDhZrr6qL_gbeRbj2PqP9xuXsNd0HCEyC_GC_3rhLhCp3AA-NJspGnsYseHJgnwfsx1CjH9Ot-rL1R_/w536-h343/Sissons_Summer_Resort_Henry_D_Kivlahan_Front.jpg" width="536" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxmAfnfh-l_S4p4yIYA3tMH4HThFSIM06c1SOhYORmKLaeJyU_NyFsS02XRYpUF7SbSHx7Gs-OrtQU4N3BnnqnRHPpTfxCDbdwRMXvRZIxsqQ3YMpj9-hZdcUV3rchTE2QYC0iLTSqptbpizTbVERROpg5ztmUZuNNSfHIDJ7hPh1EwdHojb0FsaI4/s3342/Sissons_Summer_Resort_Henry_D_Kivlahan_Back.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2149" data-original-width="3342" height="339" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxmAfnfh-l_S4p4yIYA3tMH4HThFSIM06c1SOhYORmKLaeJyU_NyFsS02XRYpUF7SbSHx7Gs-OrtQU4N3BnnqnRHPpTfxCDbdwRMXvRZIxsqQ3YMpj9-hZdcUV3rchTE2QYC0iLTSqptbpizTbVERROpg5ztmUZuNNSfHIDJ7hPh1EwdHojb0FsaI4/w527-h339/Sissons_Summer_Resort_Henry_D_Kivlahan_Back.jpg" width="527" /></a></div></div></div></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><p><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto">The postcard above was not mailed, but it was used by an early motorist to document his Wisconsin travels in October 1914.</span> Bef<span class="gvxzyvdx aeinzg81 t7p7dqev gh25dzvf exr7barw b6ax4al1 gem102v4 ncib64c9 mrvwc6qr sx8pxkcf f597kf1v cpcgwwas m2nijcs8 hxfwr5lz k1z55t6l oog5qr5w tes86rjd pbevjfx6 ztn2w49o" dir="auto">ore
there was social media, postcards allowed travelers to share their journeys with friends and family. </span></p><p><span class="gvxzyvdx aeinzg81 t7p7dqev gh25dzvf exr7barw b6ax4al1 gem102v4 ncib64c9 mrvwc6qr sx8pxkcf f597kf1v cpcgwwas m2nijcs8 hxfwr5lz k1z55t6l oog5qr5w tes86rjd pbevjfx6 ztn2w49o" dir="auto">Art Ricke mailed
the card below to his future wife on October 31, 1916 while visiting
relatives in Cuba City. </span><span class="gvxzyvdx aeinzg81 t7p7dqev gh25dzvf exr7barw b6ax4al1 gem102v4 ncib64c9 mrvwc6qr sx8pxkcf f597kf1v cpcgwwas m2nijcs8 hxfwr5lz k1z55t6l oog5qr5w tes86rjd pbevjfx6 ztn2w49o" dir="auto">The
postcard features the Farmers Bank (later Cuba City State Bank) and the
Post Office and was published by Chicago's H. G. Zimmerman & Co.,
circa 1910.</span></p><p><span class="gvxzyvdx aeinzg81 t7p7dqev gh25dzvf exr7barw b6ax4al1 gem102v4 ncib64c9 mrvwc6qr sx8pxkcf f597kf1v cpcgwwas m2nijcs8 hxfwr5lz k1z55t6l oog5qr5w tes86rjd pbevjfx6 ztn2w49o" dir="auto"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtow0F6yuAEDTsNHp2ECd4Qn9imkGzmfAXyZNstcsx4RqcuB67f3q0XmuY5DK8B_UYIps2aGI0HtmIfVj0Q--7me9Sp8D3WMOQ17kCQLQe9q7bGf9TDXKdCLzGHzHvKBwz8Se8YJvx2p5NsphhnDmMZCAJ_BhuSOAyw2vwY3swcHqfEH7uHTKpYaee/s3265/Cuba_City_Farmers_Bank_Post_Office_1907-1910_PM1916_Front.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2042" data-original-width="3265" height="328" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtow0F6yuAEDTsNHp2ECd4Qn9imkGzmfAXyZNstcsx4RqcuB67f3q0XmuY5DK8B_UYIps2aGI0HtmIfVj0Q--7me9Sp8D3WMOQ17kCQLQe9q7bGf9TDXKdCLzGHzHvKBwz8Se8YJvx2p5NsphhnDmMZCAJ_BhuSOAyw2vwY3swcHqfEH7uHTKpYaee/w525-h328/Cuba_City_Farmers_Bank_Post_Office_1907-1910_PM1916_Front.jpg" width="525" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhxB32thOftqN9jAi7CcH7J8QUr4nQxNTyrDFlQTbTczNsK2plrmZnnRZyit513OuZcCdFBGCZlaZYkadQafY85iIOn8GzpFdubHlBtH1j9W3ay4usq8cDhW6T5DEAomkhkBhDSnhegRXhGNT5ZY440SYPgJSbHQq00MARyvm-l7XsVVh67G48a-Tn/s3269/Cuba_City_Farmers_Bank_Post_Office_1907-1910_PM1916_Back.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2052" data-original-width="3269" height="331" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhxB32thOftqN9jAi7CcH7J8QUr4nQxNTyrDFlQTbTczNsK2plrmZnnRZyit513OuZcCdFBGCZlaZYkadQafY85iIOn8GzpFdubHlBtH1j9W3ay4usq8cDhW6T5DEAomkhkBhDSnhegRXhGNT5ZY440SYPgJSbHQq00MARyvm-l7XsVVh67G48a-Tn/w525-h331/Cuba_City_Farmers_Bank_Post_Office_1907-1910_PM1916_Back.jpg" width="525" /></a></div><span class="gvxzyvdx aeinzg81 t7p7dqev gh25dzvf exr7barw b6ax4al1 gem102v4 ncib64c9 mrvwc6qr sx8pxkcf f597kf1v cpcgwwas m2nijcs8 hxfwr5lz k1z55t6l oog5qr5w tes86rjd pbevjfx6 ztn2w49o" dir="auto"></span><p></p><div dir="auto"><div class="d2hqwtrz r227ecj6 ez8dtbzv gt60zsk1" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_7b"><div class="alzwoclg cqf1kptm siwo0mpr gu5uzgus"><div class="jroqu855 nthtkgg5"><span class="gvxzyvdx aeinzg81 t7p7dqev gh25dzvf exr7barw b6ax4al1 gem102v4 ncib64c9 mrvwc6qr sx8pxkcf f597kf1v cpcgwwas m2nijcs8 hxfwr5lz k1z55t6l oog5qr5w tes86rjd pbevjfx6 ztn2w49o" dir="auto"></span></div></div></div></div><p><span class="gvxzyvdx aeinzg81 t7p7dqev gh25dzvf exr7barw b6ax4al1 gem102v4 ncib64c9 mrvwc6qr sx8pxkcf f597kf1v cpcgwwas m2nijcs8 hxfwr5lz k1z55t6l oog5qr5w tes86rjd pbevjfx6" dir="auto">The sender
of the card below made use of the birds-eye view of Cuba City to mark the place he or she was staying while attending a convention in town, and admitted it was "quite a walk, but a very nice place."</span><span class="gvxzyvdx aeinzg81 t7p7dqev gh25dzvf exr7barw b6ax4al1 gem102v4 ncib64c9 mrvwc6qr sx8pxkcf f597kf1v cpcgwwas m2nijcs8 hxfwr5lz k1z55t6l oog5qr5w tes86rjd pbevjfx6" dir="auto"> The
individual was likely attending a convention
of the Epworth League, a Methodist young adult association, which was
held in Cuba City on June 25-27, 1909. The card is addressed to the Rev.
A. F. Kroneman, Darlington's Methodist pastor at the time, and was published by B. H. Dingman, of Plymouth, Wisconsin. </span></p><p><span class="gvxzyvdx aeinzg81 t7p7dqev gh25dzvf exr7barw b6ax4al1 gem102v4 ncib64c9 mrvwc6qr sx8pxkcf f597kf1v cpcgwwas m2nijcs8 hxfwr5lz k1z55t6l oog5qr5w tes86rjd pbevjfx6" dir="auto"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOO3DiRIKw970ij65MzmGFWgu1EU6jDi5Xtr510yFPp_teUMir_UehngWyDup1HWViB9aS1VP3Exp1T_ioCkA_v1a3JEqHRtS7Rw2x8s1bHohGD9Jr6A3QvYEatCHdPD7-PyZiWS2yB29lfgwBT5LzjO1UuP9hH7LIwd5ekGKDHlMRP6jJKhKIGAK3/s3216/Birds_Eye_Business_District_West_1908.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2013" data-original-width="3216" height="327" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOO3DiRIKw970ij65MzmGFWgu1EU6jDi5Xtr510yFPp_teUMir_UehngWyDup1HWViB9aS1VP3Exp1T_ioCkA_v1a3JEqHRtS7Rw2x8s1bHohGD9Jr6A3QvYEatCHdPD7-PyZiWS2yB29lfgwBT5LzjO1UuP9hH7LIwd5ekGKDHlMRP6jJKhKIGAK3/w523-h327/Birds_Eye_Business_District_West_1908.jpg" width="523" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdP9JUYyJ2_3bjEU9LUD8hY4f0SGtFQ4dWke9oEePbV6EfUJ3JG4UFAHCLjPrWBTmR7YVUeESWdjD4SaEZLIiiY2-NA4tWTxqtneWSXay24uZOXrZ6Cc3l4G3tD0j41IGZEsK8nb2xIRqu2yEwImHbY1FzEuUJrKjS-EY76u3CGmwLrOsthgNNPC83/s3260/Birds_Eye_Business_District_West_1908_Back.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="3260" height="324" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdP9JUYyJ2_3bjEU9LUD8hY4f0SGtFQ4dWke9oEePbV6EfUJ3JG4UFAHCLjPrWBTmR7YVUeESWdjD4SaEZLIiiY2-NA4tWTxqtneWSXay24uZOXrZ6Cc3l4G3tD0j41IGZEsK8nb2xIRqu2yEwImHbY1FzEuUJrKjS-EY76u3CGmwLrOsthgNNPC83/w525-h324/Birds_Eye_Business_District_West_1908_Back.jpg" width="525" /></a></div><p></p><p>While postcards offered travelers a way to share their journeys with others, they simultaneously allowed a town to promote
itself and present a certain image to the world. <span data-offset-key="8mt0l-0-0"><span data-text="true">That could mean capturing scenes of bustling business districts and impressive new buildings, or showing off modern improvements like these images of Cuba City's water works and electric station, newly paved streets, and electric lighting.</span></span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRrfMTPOlOWpf1HyRGap6xvO1qEvoq_X1A-Sxug47Dm6h9wd0MCq5-KwD0b6lTkeICqJiXXl1z80OPClSVURIvZbLUYoR0JuFVMgkUTxrHcIjHPYZp0g6CoN-Hul2CiYaGPwZLHscvdZys1WYtej-k26wj21ruBiZtx5LQEcnSNWfWyXcklcAQ5GDL/s3286/Cuba_City_Water_Tower_Water_Works_Engine_House_Postcard_1908_Front.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2065" data-original-width="3286" height="324" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRrfMTPOlOWpf1HyRGap6xvO1qEvoq_X1A-Sxug47Dm6h9wd0MCq5-KwD0b6lTkeICqJiXXl1z80OPClSVURIvZbLUYoR0JuFVMgkUTxrHcIjHPYZp0g6CoN-Hul2CiYaGPwZLHscvdZys1WYtej-k26wj21ruBiZtx5LQEcnSNWfWyXcklcAQ5GDL/w516-h324/Cuba_City_Water_Tower_Water_Works_Engine_House_Postcard_1908_Front.jpg" width="516" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Published by B. H. Dingman, Plymouth, Wisconsin. 1908.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNHHSiPo4uQj9iUdwMu7F8n0zWn1KlkOYxmdvSPasFQGuR_VJm37Vyrx2M494y2pfgb1veo5LTFOLJW-JHgKmmh-IO8DHq-zWt8PhwhPPHlXA9lNx-b2nOWVUEH9sfpZsPnFc5MwrZUnahnHFneHY3EGEIIuArG7Jf_IkxpXzNlqFuBqPNGF_kvpOW/s3280/Conlon_Street_Paving.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2041" data-original-width="3280" height="324" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNHHSiPo4uQj9iUdwMu7F8n0zWn1KlkOYxmdvSPasFQGuR_VJm37Vyrx2M494y2pfgb1veo5LTFOLJW-JHgKmmh-IO8DHq-zWt8PhwhPPHlXA9lNx-b2nOWVUEH9sfpZsPnFc5MwrZUnahnHFneHY3EGEIIuArG7Jf_IkxpXzNlqFuBqPNGF_kvpOW/w523-h324/Conlon_Street_Paving.jpg" width="523" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Published by L. L. Cook, Lake Mills, Wisconsin. Circa 1915.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYmdqpFxPEIGqjFaMhJ2BjOExDDpE9airWsDsYh0b-2IyUDuV1mXNLI9jKQL7zyJfOjVOsYu4CfwBzlNqbP86zA9a_IEUMw9b3RPa_1j-h1u_ozR7TbJQPy6QSlTo_SwkozC26Q26N9R649WOfVm9nBjUv_eRWlR3z-vqekl3Jnoi6X7Oi9D28ExGJ/s3293/Cuba_City_Night_Scene_Florines_First_National_Bank_Main_PM1919.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2066" data-original-width="3293" height="332" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYmdqpFxPEIGqjFaMhJ2BjOExDDpE9airWsDsYh0b-2IyUDuV1mXNLI9jKQL7zyJfOjVOsYu4CfwBzlNqbP86zA9a_IEUMw9b3RPa_1j-h1u_ozR7TbJQPy6QSlTo_SwkozC26Q26N9R649WOfVm9nBjUv_eRWlR3z-vqekl3Jnoi6X7Oi9D28ExGJ/w528-h332/Cuba_City_Night_Scene_Florines_First_National_Bank_Main_PM1919.jpg" width="528" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Published by L. L. Cook, Lake Mills, Wisconsin. Between 1915-1919.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p>If they had the means, time, and patience, people could make their own postcards by purchasing a camera, blank cards, and developing supplies. As the advertisement below proves, in 1915, Cuba City residents could find everything they needed for producing their own works of art at Florine's Drug Store.<br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDdd5elMU3fi3p2fZyWwXf_SoHsl3jjtbnTcYu4qbmmVtef83XMjjEBlQVAZi6NGP5mpa0VPcuq7mmmTl2oEuETttCAMGIQp2pNlIEIg3bOaJvwoG6slVJJxPh6pQCBjhwskrirrBWKYsBeidm8N28fJdT4dkgTovYBk1mglJOufk--RJWszKai341/s5290/Ansco_Cameras_Postcards_Florines_CCNH07021915.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5290" data-original-width="4369" height="472" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDdd5elMU3fi3p2fZyWwXf_SoHsl3jjtbnTcYu4qbmmVtef83XMjjEBlQVAZi6NGP5mpa0VPcuq7mmmTl2oEuETttCAMGIQp2pNlIEIg3bOaJvwoG6slVJJxPh6pQCBjhwskrirrBWKYsBeidm8N28fJdT4dkgTovYBk1mglJOufk--RJWszKai341/w389-h472/Ansco_Cameras_Postcards_Florines_CCNH07021915.jpg" width="389" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Published in the <i>Cuba City News-Herald </i>(July 2, 1915).<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>The story behind this postcard of German American couple, Joseph and Mary Hauser, posing in front of their Cuba City home is unknown, but may have been a locally produced card.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjca7jaAgFdTxvC10321Sgbwh5Q8DSQf1PJRczfSteLXFYyDGqghwx0A5KfQPDyVqSWEvkgjrjoUUVnsNfPk339bSlN6Cw-Yx2xoebEGsLB4CsM-QYxYVW5Iuom-7KxuTFWnYn41As5chhIvDk-EAFgZ6n03btZTWhFo3R1GU_xOhkFxSSUrfs28nel/s3302/Joseph_Mary_Hauser_Dog_Cuba_City_Postcard_Front.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3302" data-original-width="2103" height="636" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjca7jaAgFdTxvC10321Sgbwh5Q8DSQf1PJRczfSteLXFYyDGqghwx0A5KfQPDyVqSWEvkgjrjoUUVnsNfPk339bSlN6Cw-Yx2xoebEGsLB4CsM-QYxYVW5Iuom-7KxuTFWnYn41As5chhIvDk-EAFgZ6n03btZTWhFo3R1GU_xOhkFxSSUrfs28nel/w406-h636/Joseph_Mary_Hauser_Dog_Cuba_City_Postcard_Front.jpg" width="406" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="gvxzyvdx aeinzg81 t7p7dqev gh25dzvf exr7barw b6ax4al1 gem102v4 ncib64c9 mrvwc6qr sx8pxkcf f597kf1v cpcgwwas m2nijcs8 hxfwr5lz k1z55t6l oog5qr5w tes86rjd pbevjfx6 ztn2w49o" dir="auto">Before local newspapers regularly published photographs, postcards documented the events in a community's history.</span> <span class="gvxzyvdx aeinzg81 t7p7dqev gh25dzvf exr7barw b6ax4al1 gem102v4 ncib64c9 mrvwc6qr sx8pxkcf f597kf1v cpcgwwas m2nijcs8 hxfwr5lz k1z55t6l oog5qr5w tes86rjd pbevjfx6 ztn2w49o" dir="auto">Here
are three such events that occurred in Cuba City within a year's time
(1908-1909): a train wreck, the death of a beloved priest, and a
Methodist convention. </span></div><div><span class="gvxzyvdx aeinzg81 t7p7dqev gh25dzvf exr7barw b6ax4al1 gem102v4 ncib64c9 mrvwc6qr sx8pxkcf f597kf1v cpcgwwas m2nijcs8 hxfwr5lz k1z55t6l oog5qr5w tes86rjd pbevjfx6 ztn2w49o" dir="auto"> </span></div><div>This photograph was taken at the scene of a Chicago & Northwestern passenger train wreck one and a half miles southeast of Cuba City. The derailment took place on June 6, 1908, and fortunately resulted in no injuries.<br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb7hwoy7h3ocXeKIaPiwBmpbDSnpWlwzm-nVtLMsFGYEFhprNTVXiQ6lsdRcyK2UNXA-AzgY8OcxxQeaDtWXn_4_vHlhbQdboJZY8637JdZ3lAOibAXV3Najdafgx-kij0PSva8cSauu-x6Z5yaZDh4QBGTum1anhL40hRd7ym8M4wEjpqcO6ImQH8/s3318/Train_Wreck_South_Cuba_City_Postcard_Front.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2108" data-original-width="3318" height="335" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb7hwoy7h3ocXeKIaPiwBmpbDSnpWlwzm-nVtLMsFGYEFhprNTVXiQ6lsdRcyK2UNXA-AzgY8OcxxQeaDtWXn_4_vHlhbQdboJZY8637JdZ3lAOibAXV3Najdafgx-kij0PSva8cSauu-x6Z5yaZDh4QBGTum1anhL40hRd7ym8M4wEjpqcO6ImQH8/w528-h335/Train_Wreck_South_Cuba_City_Postcard_Front.jpg" width="528" /></a></div><br /><div>The postcard below was one of several published after the death of the <u><b><a href="https://cubacityhistory.blogspot.com/2018/03/father-vaughan_9.html" target="_blank">Rev. L. J. Vaughan</a></b></u> in May 1909. In this photograph, parishioners of the St. Rose Catholic Church accompany Father Vaughan's body in a procession down Main Street.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVUHvihsHyNZooMvc8WQQ_5xNSmQWbMbbXPelQCXp54dtJYKbJNSoNGN34txwMyGXsaOQn2YXYYVcygrllOklBebiwP8DsxOhvzRFw2QYon5GPtfWnmdtFPWKNYmZhoz7Bn04tKf557CgP8d23dX67G4D-orzI6NdblAkBfkPGiN9elwIjUx5eAt1h/s3282/Father_Vaughan_Funeral_Procession_Women_Postcard_Front.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2099" data-original-width="3282" height="333" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVUHvihsHyNZooMvc8WQQ_5xNSmQWbMbbXPelQCXp54dtJYKbJNSoNGN34txwMyGXsaOQn2YXYYVcygrllOklBebiwP8DsxOhvzRFw2QYon5GPtfWnmdtFPWKNYmZhoz7Bn04tKf557CgP8d23dX67G4D-orzI6NdblAkBfkPGiN9elwIjUx5eAt1h/w518-h333/Father_Vaughan_Funeral_Procession_Women_Postcard_Front.jpg" width="518" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>The young men and women pictured below attended a convention for the Epworth League, a Methodist young adult association, held in Cuba City June 25-27, 1909. Perhaps they received a postcard like this as a memento of their time in the city.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLIR13TyhajcOHQXaotBH_4f7G9kE2P2Q--5d6_YDaia1d9vFNvz1nfYVR8ha9xMvaifsWaPsjS42D_ypvNggZiimYuiI-mETTrcbVMlWRkg4YALDLutr-_-_cSLUoVORBoYCxtfc_lWLUMJEq9LuzqX3C4mkuzplRHfH4-gf4GWk1TE5aVt6y25Gm/s3340/Epworth_League_Convention_Methodist_Church_June_1909_Postcard_Front.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2088" data-original-width="3340" height="324" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLIR13TyhajcOHQXaotBH_4f7G9kE2P2Q--5d6_YDaia1d9vFNvz1nfYVR8ha9xMvaifsWaPsjS42D_ypvNggZiimYuiI-mETTrcbVMlWRkg4YALDLutr-_-_cSLUoVORBoYCxtfc_lWLUMJEq9LuzqX3C4mkuzplRHfH4-gf4GWk1TE5aVt6y25Gm/w518-h324/Epworth_League_Convention_Methodist_Church_June_1909_Postcard_Front.jpg" width="518" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>While real photo postcards are so valuable to us today, they were certainly not the only types of cards sent and received by Cuba City residents in the early twentieth century. Sending holiday greetings via postcard appears to have been a popular option.<br /></div></div><div> </div><div>During the Christmas of 1906, the four postcards below were mailed from Chicago to a Miss Willey in Cuba City. These Santa Claus postcards were created by Franz Huld in 1906 for his
"Huld's Puzzle Series," which also included subjects such as dachshunds,
sea serpents, and skylines.</div><div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAMbnNeF3S9mCVZX6XchFrEnYA0AKCI0smk-toMiBWMNdmhWqycac77mgsVQK7uJ97yuzw38hB-ZKDeGm1diCrAW-JeJDW59X3yGc9dx73j48jm4krwsRSrUO_Kx7aEG1QSxUxwwpDFgN2BcYykvs5NDCQjEdZxk-_uAieFtsrum2ttK3PNDP3jJ2C/s3743/Santa_Cards_Nora_Willey_December_1906.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3743" data-original-width="1698" height="697" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAMbnNeF3S9mCVZX6XchFrEnYA0AKCI0smk-toMiBWMNdmhWqycac77mgsVQK7uJ97yuzw38hB-ZKDeGm1diCrAW-JeJDW59X3yGc9dx73j48jm4krwsRSrUO_Kx7aEG1QSxUxwwpDFgN2BcYykvs5NDCQjEdZxk-_uAieFtsrum2ttK3PNDP3jJ2C/w316-h697/Santa_Cards_Nora_Willey_December_1906.jpg" width="316" /></a></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgAhzR8w1LQU_gQpJ5RPx2crWg6fsO9ddXcLvK0JjKWVnRWuuYseYKl3dZLxcybybkLNCd_faCkb5QvV1fTKXeLOsnpx7re-p9GdjDsmLC9J_jHoh3DpjH6eaED3r93ysjB4vb6Ib0jujZpJnpwW6kOqccMRy80J7THTHYWmfCZAqtC5HORHanz0iC/s1639/Santa_Cards_Nora_Willey_December_1906_Back.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1037" data-original-width="1639" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgAhzR8w1LQU_gQpJ5RPx2crWg6fsO9ddXcLvK0JjKWVnRWuuYseYKl3dZLxcybybkLNCd_faCkb5QvV1fTKXeLOsnpx7re-p9GdjDsmLC9J_jHoh3DpjH6eaED3r93ysjB4vb6Ib0jujZpJnpwW6kOqccMRy80J7THTHYWmfCZAqtC5HORHanz0iC/w502-h318/Santa_Cards_Nora_Willey_December_1906_Back.jpg" width="502" /></a></div> </div>The number of old postcards still in existence speaks to the sheer number sent, as well as how treasured they must have been to their recipients. After enjoying their golden age in the first two decades of the twentieth century, postcards continued to be mailed, albeit in smaller numbers, and racks of cards still tempt tourists in gift shops and convenience stores today.<br /><div><br /><div><p><u><b>Sources and Inspiration<br /></b></u></p><p>Bassett, Fred, "<a href="https://www.nysl.nysed.gov/msscfa/qc16510ess.htm" target="_blank"><u><b>Wish You Were Here! The Story of the Golden Age of Picture Postcards in the United States</b></u></a>."</p><p>Gifford, Daniel, "<a href="https://www.saturdayeveningpost.com/2016/12/golden-age-postcards/" target="_blank"><u><b>Golden Age of Postcards</b></u></a>."<br /></p><p>Pyne, Lydia<i>, Postcards: The Rise and Fall of the World's First Social Network</i> (London, 2021).</p><p>Smithsonian Institution Archives, "<a href="https://siarchives.si.edu/history/featured-topics/postcard/postcard-history" target="_blank"><u><b>Postcard History</b></u></a>."</p><span></span></div></div>Historical Jottingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401253405761913919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612509177355526223.post-69765600685878954872022-07-10T18:55:00.001-07:002022-10-11T18:49:52.750-07:00Cuba City High School's Fine Band<span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">On June 5, 1929, an article celebrating the Cuba City High School band's three years of existence was published in the <i>Telegraph Herald</i>. This photo, taken by the Gem Studio in Cuba City, accompanied the article. The musicians are wearing their dashing white uniforms with scarlet caps and capes (the school colors at the time).</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ptN-3tg2H91sR9IBJKD5UFu4SyA3htUnVbabnzqnHjKZMjVLId21-B9JWpofSVJlfmX50_-IcGn6NdW36aVw5Zo10hknwqnHGHNbt6eLvmIAnSLYgUuqm2fm7LHkKQN4OK1hj4-_3FoZmbBhgo8Nq_quQhj8-LrXPmhlsMrEN26GCa_aqx4MRrRv/s5913/Cuba_City_High_School_Band_1928-1929.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4767" data-original-width="5913" height="490" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ptN-3tg2H91sR9IBJKD5UFu4SyA3htUnVbabnzqnHjKZMjVLId21-B9JWpofSVJlfmX50_-IcGn6NdW36aVw5Zo10hknwqnHGHNbt6eLvmIAnSLYgUuqm2fm7LHkKQN4OK1hj4-_3FoZmbBhgo8Nq_quQhj8-LrXPmhlsMrEN26GCa_aqx4MRrRv/w608-h490/Cuba_City_High_School_Band_1928-1929.jpg" width="608" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto">The
photo was captioned as follows: Back row—Paul Brewer, Lewis Fiedler.
Second row--Bert Richards, Norma Peacock, Delos Doyle, Leonard Porter,
Harold Geyer, Herman Fiedler, Prof. Kexel, Wayne Raisbeck, Harold
Jackson, Margarite Nelson, Marion Curtis, Day Kellner, George Stephens.
Front row—Mae Nelson, Myrtle Clemens, Beth Porter, Lawrence Harty,
Hyacinth Donohoo, Lawrence Hilvers, Delbert Eddy, Lloyd Coates, Clarice
Harty, Gertrude Jacobi, Hazel Cook, Kenneth Jones.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div></div></span><div class="" dir="auto"><div class="ecm0bbzt hv4rvrfc ihqw7lf3 dati1w0a" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_8i"><div class="j83agx80 cbu4d94t ew0dbk1b irj2b8pg"><div class="qzhwtbm6 knvmm38d"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">The entire article may be read here, or viewed below:</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><i>Cuba City, Wis., June 5.—Special: The Cuba City High school band has just finished the most successful year since its organization in September, 1926. The band was organized through the efforts of Floyd Smith, superintendent of the High school at that time, and W. H. Goldthorpe, director of the Cuba City Military band. Three months after the band was started the school board hired Professor T. Kexel and since then the band has made great progress. </i></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><i> </i></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><i>The first year the band was featured in a series of band concerts and a grand musical. The second year the band put over another series of concerts and through the support of the entire school district they were able to purchase their uniforms consisting of scarlet capes lined with white, and scarlet caps. </i></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><i> </i></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><i>The band won second place in the Sunday school parade at Dubuque in 1928, and enjoyed a trip to Muscatine, Ia., where they played a concert which was also broadcast over station KTNT. Near the close of the school year this band played a joint concert with the Shullsburg band, under the direction of Mr. Di Tella of Dubuque, at Cuba City. The massed band was composed of 114 pieces. Another joint concert was played at Platteville with the Platteville High school band under Prof. A. Tarrell, totaling 150 pieces. </i></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><i> </i></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><i>Ten members of the band graduated this year, representing ten of the best musicians in southwestern Wisconsin for high school experience. In appreciation for the help the band has given athletic contests, the wholesome advertising the band gave the school, and the degree of progress made by them under Prof. Kexel’s leadership, the Senior class presented him with a silver baton at the time of their graduation. Prof. Kexel has signed his contract and will be with the band for another year.</i></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><i> </i></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJE3EoHzjRS1LGId2s5QnQEwBUZ9JiJUvKzen2owYAdkns-fyvSipEGWMLePtdoxQ3RT3DgoKfXu0ivKcg_rh5FbZD1aNfa6mI5OYYc1RCNxemfwYnt7DqUYZlNJPUM_jNsrhITP1bEeijxIT3qnmWMCFy67NSdAa6XwELFbYMkx9WzIHZ5vh8DQtj/s828/Cuba_City_High_School_Band_Article_TH06051929.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="828" data-original-width="819" height="628" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJE3EoHzjRS1LGId2s5QnQEwBUZ9JiJUvKzen2owYAdkns-fyvSipEGWMLePtdoxQ3RT3DgoKfXu0ivKcg_rh5FbZD1aNfa6mI5OYYc1RCNxemfwYnt7DqUYZlNJPUM_jNsrhITP1bEeijxIT3qnmWMCFy67NSdAa6XwELFbYMkx9WzIHZ5vh8DQtj/w623-h628/Cuba_City_High_School_Band_Article_TH06051929.JPG" width="623" /></a></div><br /> </i></div></div></span></div></div></div></div>Historical Jottingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401253405761913919noreply@blogger.com0