http://milescity.com/forums/posts/?fid=13 Posts from the MilesCity.com History & Genealogy Discussion Forum en-us Copyright © 1998-2010 MilesCity.com. All Rights Reserved. webmaster@milescity.com Tue, 21 May 2013 14:44:16 UTC 10 Hand-coded goodness http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/304017/#304067What a beautiful memoir.BettyMon, 20 May 2013 19:45:32 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/304017/#304067http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/304017/Again, this is long, but it is the story of so many in this area. Enjoy. The Last Lambing Camp (part 2) By Nancy By evening of May 10, the lambing crew on the range for Dyba Co. was dog-tired. Bone-deep aching cold was all they had known for well over 16 hours, and all of them were reaching the point where they were numb beyond all feeling. Any surcease from the cold and the wet looked welcome and inviting. The five man crew included the youngest, “Junior”, just turned 21 and his brother, two hired men, and Uncle Valentine. Valentine, at 67 was the oldest of the crew. Today, he probably would be a snowbird, journeying to warmer climates and smiling at the hard memories, or maybe he would just be a greeter at Wal-Mart. Quitting though wasn’t something any of the Dyba Brothers did, and neither did Valentine. The men spent the day struggling with the gumbo, the cold, and the pain of seeing the animals suffer. Hope was all that kept any of them going, thinking that they could save just one more critter. It felt futile, but that is the nature of the stockman, he hurts, he hopes, and he moves on to the next overwhelming task. Their yellow Uniroyal slickers helped keep some of the water away from the skin, and buttoned up to the neck, but the persistent wind wouldn’t leave them alone. It pushed the rain through any opening available between the buttons. It rolled water down their necks from the brims of their hats and the water running down the inside soaked all their britches and socks. By the end of the day every step sloshed inside their rubber overshoes. Not only were the men worn out and bone weary, the sturdy ponies were almost beyond another step. When the sun started down, the men were forced to acknowledge they had done all they could for the day and if their labors were to continue the next day, they had to get some rest. The two men with the caterpillar loaded what they could into the Kutadyka trailer and headed back to headquarters. Junior and his partner took one look at the sturdy camp ponies and knew they couldn’t make it back to the home place. Those poor horses were as worn as the men, and there was no more mudding left in them for the night. Valentine took a look at them and knew without asking. He’d been there, in that state of weariness, many times before. Valentine hadn’t gotten far from the wagon all day. His old 4 wheel drive Toyota, held together with rust and baling wire, was parked beside the wagon sunken to the bumper in mud. His job was to tend the camp and take care of things immediately around the camp. The rest of the crew had ranged out from there. Valentine had chosen a good spot for the camp. It was just east of the Chokecherry hills, on the bottoms around the West Fork of Thompson creek. The “Grandfather” sage was three to four feet high and normally provided all the protection lambing bands needed. His responsibility then was normally to care for the “problem” lambs. These were the lambs that were weaker for whatever reason, or the lambs from multiple births. When the grass turned green in the spring, the ewes ate well, and most lambs could function well with the shelter provided by the sagebrush. Valentine took on the problems and watched for them close into his wagon. With the rain and wind though, every young animal became a problem. Valentine continued to work with those close in and the crew worked through the sage, picking up the babies born in the mud and gumbo and attempting to put them in the teepees they had moved higher up the hill in the hopes of finding sandier, drier ground. The process took its toll on all of them. Valentine, the oldest, had the least distance to go, his wagon home was right there. He looked at the horses and the fellows with them and took pity. “Junior,” he said, “Your ponies won’t make it back to the house. You best stay here tonight.” The little coal stove had been burning all day, Valentine had a beef stew in the pot on the stove, and he didn’t have to ask twice. The caterpillar and its passengers headed in. The worn ponies and riders bunked the night with Valentine in the sheep wagon. He handed the two lambers some old wool blankets that were still dry and the men took their saddle blankets and jury-rigged a shelter for the horses. They wouldn’t have made it back to the house, and all of the men were genuinely concerned for the well-being of the horses. Besides, there was something almost irresistible about the light shining through the little window on that dome shaped aluminum house on wheels. The two saw to the needs of the horses and scrambled into the inviting warmth of that tiny oasis in the mud. Never since has a can of Dinty-Moore hit the spot so well. The heavy dumplings on the top of the pot were familiar fare to Junior and Valentine, having been handed down from Agnes and her German-Polish heritage as she raised the nine boys. Homemade or not, it was hot and it stuck to their ribs and warmed them from the inside out. Unlike modern campers of today, the sheepwagon didn’t have an indoor bathroom, nor did it have a fold-out couch or chair. The two men lounged on the benches on either side of the wagon, with Junior’s long wet legs stretching to the opposite bench. They gladly shared the cramped space with Valentine. Wet boots and slickers and wet socks hung on the wire above the tiny stove. With the true hospitality of the west, Valentine fed them well and visited comfortably while they steamed and dried. True to his nature, he began stirring up a special treat, donuts made from a recipe his mother had given him years before. He mixed the dough in a bowl, shook in a trace of cinnamon, and began patting it out on his oilcloth covered table. This was not an easy task with all of the extra gear and two full grown men in a space meant for one person. As the Crisco melted and smoked in the Dutch oven, he used the mouth of a mason jar to cut out the generous round donuts. Two hungry men watched eagerly and gratefully, glad they hadn’t braved the weather to struggle the five miles back to the home place. Valentine had a reputation with these men as a good cook. When asked one time where he got his recipes, he grinned his lopsided thin-lipped grin, pointed to his head and said, “…from my mama!” Eager as the guys were though, they almost declined the treat when Valentine started to make the holes for the center of the “lekus” (a polish family idiom for sweets of any kind including apples and oranges, cookies, cakes and assorted goodies). They watched fascinated, and with stomachs churning, as Valentine dusted his hands off, folded his fingers back and poked a stubby forefinger through the center. The problem wasn’t with the hand; heaven knew most of that German family had hands like that. No, the problem was that both of the observers knew where the hand had been most of the day. Theirs were no better off. The problem was that Valentine had apparently had his stuck in the grease and crud somewhere on his trusty pickup. The grease didn’t wash off well, and it didn’t look as though Valentine had tried very hard to do so either. They gulped hard, as the smell of the hot grease and frying donuts drifted through the rain and across the prairie. Hard working men of the prairies know you never look a gift horse in the mouth, for you never know when or where the next meal, let alone hot donut may come from. The black and greasy nail, ragged from hard work poked through the center of the round of dough and neither of them said a word. Valentine tossed the round into the pot and they watched as it rose, browned, and it was flipped over. As the donuts were rolled in sugar, nary a word was said. The two guests in Valentine’s wagon exchanged glances, smiled and gratefully accepted as much sugar-covered hospitality as Valentine wanted to poke his finger through. The night was long and singularly uncomfortable, as the guys rolled in some old blankets not unlike the ones they had scrounged for the ponies, and stretched their bodies on the narrow benches that lined the sides of Valentine’s wagon. In the true tradition of the Westerner, their critters came first and the picture wasn’t pretty. Breakfast came early, at 0 dark thirty with a healthy serving of corned beef hash from a can. They donned their almost-dry slickers and boots and went out to see how the band of sheep had fared in the night. By late afternoon of the second day of the storm-battle , the sun began to move the clouds. As the clouds broke apart, the brisk wind blew them over the horizon where they lingered as a bad memory of the struggle of the previous day. The standing water ran off into the Thompson creek and the crew began to assess the damage. For any man working with livestock, the fight with Mother Nature is a familiar one. Sometimes she wins, and sometimes the rancher wins. The livestock man has learned to accept that battle and to allow Mother Nature her share of victories. Each time however, that they unwrapped the canvas covers from the teepee-shaped shelters they had erected for protection on the previous day, it became apparent that Mother Nature had won the battle with a vengeance. In the first shelter they found the soaked little body of a lamb covered with mud and a distraught and upset ewe laden with milk her lamb had never gotten to. Of all the teepees set up and lined with straw, not a lamb survived. In addition, littered across the prairie were the dead and dying bodies of lambs who simply couldn’t survive the challenges and strength of Mother Nature. Across fifty years, the memories of those dead lambs, the heartbreak, and feeling of failure still lingers. The Dybas were forced to a decision they didn’t want to make. That storm reminded them that they were mortals. All of the powers of nature weren’t to be reckoned with. They realized that there simply weren’t enough of them. The shrinking labor pool, the aging of the help they had, and the fact they knew couldn’t be spread any thinner forced them to make changes. The pastures were fenced off into three and four section plots surrounded by barbed wire fences. The breeding days schedule was pushed forward 15 days so lambing would begin in the middle or end of May rather than the Middle or end of April. Each pasture had only as many sheep as it could support untended for a period of time. Valentine soon moved to town to live with Leo. He was the last of the herders for the Dyba Company. The decimated herd-numbers from the storm shrank the herds of sheep to manageable size. For all of the family members, it was the end of an era, of a way of life they had cultivated since they stepped off the ship in 1911. It was the last lambing camp. Although it was the end of an era, of a way of life, it wasn’t the end of a heritage. The strength of character that drove those men through the storm striving with impossibility, that taught them to pick up and move on to the next challenge in life persevered through adversities. The strength of families that could leave all they knew to build a new life in a new country is transferrable. The Dybas are a hardy bunch and the last lambing camp was not the last of the Dyba Brothers strength and ability to cope. momMon, 20 May 2013 02:48:21 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/304017/http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303905/#303927Thanks for info.Cindy StalcupSat, 18 May 2013 20:27:13 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303905/#303927http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/117/#303911Elizabeth, I am one of Drucilla's grandchildren. Her only child Continues to live in Canada, while my wife and I along with our children and grandchildren live here in the States. From Drucilla there are 6 grandchildren, 10 greatgrandchildren and 17 great great grandchildren. It appears that the Harrington/Clayton line maternally is traced back through Bentley/Brockway (Rosilla's parents)through Brockway/Gardner through Brockway/Smith. Strangely enough, I now live in Connecticut where part of the ancestry started in the 1600's. It appears that I have a tie with you and several others. Ken VandegriftKen VandegriftSat, 18 May 2013 16:39:55 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/117/#303911http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303905/Hello Miles City, I've just published the true story of my great-great uncle, who was a sheep rancher in your area in the 1880s. His story is told through his letters and other family letters. Born in 1851, Isaac S. Schultz was a scholar, pioneer, and sheep rancher in the Wild West of the 1880s. His ranch was near Custer Creek, north of Miles City. He survived the terrible blizzards of 1886-87, known as the "big die-up," which wound up killing most of his sheep. Discouraged, ashamed, and owing money to his brothers in Pennsylvania, he chose to disappear for the rest of his life. After 44 years passed, Isaac was reunited with his astonished relatives at age 79, thanks to the intervention of his wife, Amanda. The book contains a total of 67 letters written in the 1880s and 1931, along with many period photos, maps and illustrations. http://amzn.com/1484861728 As of May 18, Amazon is discounting the book 49%. I don't know how long the sale will last. If anyone has questions or comments regarding the book, feel free to email me at montanasheepman@gmail.com. Thanks! Darlene SchneckDarlene SchneckSat, 18 May 2013 15:11:26 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303905/http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303244/#303800The bar at Gallaghers/Ruby's Casino is out of the old houses.nativemcFri, 17 May 2013 14:03:15 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303244/#303800http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303244/#303749My Mom was a beautician in the '60's and on a regular basis did one of the madam's hair. I remember her telling about how the madam kept a "clean house". Mom acquired one of the antique floral upholstered chairs from the "house". Very beautiful piece with lots of untold stories.DJBFri, 17 May 2013 01:34:26 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303244/#303749http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303244/#303732Carr campaigned against the "Houses" and many were surprised when he closed them down. As said, they were a good source of cash income for many business in Miles City.Wil NelsonThu, 16 May 2013 22:19:31 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303244/#303732http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303244/#303684The article was titled something to the effect of Wal-Mart Madame. She was hired as a greeter at Wal-mart for a time.nativemcThu, 16 May 2013 14:31:01 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303244/#303684http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303244/#303683There was a madam who lived next door to me when I moved into 2203 Main in 1997. She had a business at the Wild Horse Pavilion. There was an article about her in the Billings Gazette about that time.Elizabeth EmilssonThu, 16 May 2013 14:24:25 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303244/#303683http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303244/#303666I was under the impression that "the line" closed in the early 70's. But what I do know is that my mother sold insurance to the ladies for their children. I know that she had tea with one of the madams at 2105 Main St. I was there.Andy HansonThu, 16 May 2013 13:21:22 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303244/#303666http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303244/#303651I heard a story about a group of doctors from St. Paul that came to Miles City for hunting and stayed at one of the houses. After they returned to St. Paul one would send one of the ladies a beautiful bouquet of roses. The card always read, "From you know who, for you know what".Elizabeth EmilssonThu, 16 May 2013 05:50:49 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303244/#303651http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/85329/#303555The art center (WaterWorks Art Museum) has a half dozen pix of his visit; parade and plane boarding shots in their collection. I'm sure copies could be supplied.Mark BrowningWed, 15 May 2013 15:48:51 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/85329/#303555http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303265/#303512guh i had one just like that and in better conditionTMFWed, 15 May 2013 01:59:38 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303265/#303512http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303265/#303467Somebody really wants it... I just run it to $380.00 and never did get the high bid. I have two of them in my Miles City collection that I bought several years ago. I guess I'll appreciate them a little more now!John MorfordTue, 14 May 2013 18:13:28 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303265/#303467http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/290431/#303440WOW! The company my dad worked for would fly us, "home", from England every other summer during the "60's. We usually stayed at the Ingham to shake off jet lag and time change, before proceding to Broadus, Mt. and Joplin, Mo. to see relatives. I don't remember the hotel too well, but have a recollection of Edith. She was a good friend of my mother. She always had a twinkle in her eyes and a smile to light up any room. If I remember correctly, she lived in a large house near the park, probably on Strevell. It had "a lot" of furniture. Looking back, I know she was a learned individual (would have made a great teacher), good business and people person, down to earth, unpretentious, loved her family and and liked to travel. I remember she came, with John, to see us in England. Thanks for the memories,Jan JohnsonTue, 14 May 2013 05:24:11 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/290431/#303440http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303244/#303388The houses were actually still secretly open into the 70's. While they were open we had a great hunting season crowd that stayed in town. At one time there were 4 cab companies operating in MC. This was due mainly to the houses. I did know a lady that had worked there and was married to a fellow here in MC. She was a very nice lady and very proper.nativemcMon, 13 May 2013 19:01:46 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303244/#303388http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303244/#303385Yes, according to the information that I have learned...they were very caring people. They had the best in medical care, great consumers which helped businesses to flourish. They truly cared for Miles City. I knew the sister of the lady I visited with. Very proud of having lived here and of her occupation as well. History is interesting.Jeri DalbecMon, 13 May 2013 18:54:51 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303244/#303385http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303244/#303372Jeri--I have had a large number of people who were around when the Houses were in operation tell me what wonderful ladies the occupants were. These were top-of-the-line establishments.Amorette AllisonMon, 13 May 2013 18:09:44 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303244/#303372http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/79454/#303282 [This message has been edited by Jim Birkholz (5/19/2013)]Jim BirkholzSun, 12 May 2013 15:54:23 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/79454/#303282http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303244/#303267That was the day that Miles City became no better than Hathaway.Gunnar EmilssonSun, 12 May 2013 03:56:54 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303244/#303267http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303265/http://www.ebay.com/itm/1880s-MILES-CITY-MONTANA-HUTCHINSON-SODA-RITTER-BUXMAN-MAYBE-TERRITORIAL-/121107316707?pt=LH_DefaultDomain_0&hash=item1c328effe3#ht_38wt_907Don BirkholzSun, 12 May 2013 03:25:45 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303265/http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303244/#303261I happened to meet one of the girls who was back in town visiting several years ago. She had many fond memories of Miles City. Very proud of their contribution to the town.Jeri DalbecSun, 12 May 2013 02:56:13 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303244/#303261http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303244/A crackdown on all illegal gambling and other activities prohibited by law in Miles City and Custer County was ordered late Friday by County Attorney Jack Carr. He said the decision to issue this order was his own and he accepts all the responsibility for it. “I fully realize,” he stated, “that the position I have taken will be unpopular with certain elements in this community.” Miles City Daily Star Saturday-Sunday May 11-12, 1963Amorette AllisonSat, 11 May 2013 22:36:33 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/303244/http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/149477/#303083No problem, enjoy tracing your family through time.Cindy StalcupFri, 10 May 2013 05:14:35 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/149477/#303083http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/149477/#302969Wow Cindy, I am so sorry I did not get back to you especially in light of all the info you compiled on my behalf. Thank you so much. I knew a lot of the family history from the son of JG Mackenzie but now I can research some of these books you have mentioned. As an excuse of sorts my post here brought me into contact with 2 descendants from other children of JG and meeting them has been a real joy and we got caught up in sharing information and photos and stories so that I neglected to check for a reply here sooner. I do appreciate all your efforts and will continue to follow these new leads. Thank you again. Carol MackenzieCarol MackenzieThu, 9 May 2013 04:03:06 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/149477/#302969http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/302711/#302792And he didn't care about credit (I'm looking at you, Jonas Salk) and he didn't care about making money for himself. He cared about saving lives!!!! We should have a statue in the park of Maurice with a chicken.Amorette AllisonTue, 7 May 2013 15:41:49 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/302711/#302792http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/302711/#302714One of the best books that I have ever read is: "Vaccinated: One Man's Quest to Defeat the World's Deadliest Diseases", Paul Offit, author. Maurice Hilleman of Miles City, MT created 9 vaccines ...Mumps, Rubella and Measles among them. He was brilliant and we have so much to thank him for. Thanks for the articles. Interesting. The book has pictures of his home at the edge of MC at the time.Jeri DalbecTue, 7 May 2013 01:41:32 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/302711/#302714http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/302711/A Forgotten Pioneer of Vaccines By Richard Conniff NEW YORK TIMES May 6, 2013 http://www.nytimes.com/2013/05/07/health/maurice-hilleman-mmr-vaccines-forgotten-hero.html?google_editors_picks=true&_r=0 see also: http://www.nytimes.com/2005/04/12/national/12hilleman.htmlHal NeumannTue, 7 May 2013 01:19:29 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/302711/http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/302445/#302488I have it in my head that my dad, acting in some capacity such as "deputy coroner" or something like that, had to go to a couple of accident scenes that were notable. One was the Frontier Airlines crash at the Miles City airport. The other was a boy who had been struck by a train. I have no idea how or why my dad would have been "deputy coroner". I assume the deputy coroner fills in when the coroner is out of town. I know my dad was "Vice Justice of the Peace" for some time when Elsie Miller was the Justice of the Peace. Maybe it was that role that earned him the honor of being "deputy coroner". The only other "deputy coroner" duty I recall him having was a man who lived on the north side of town who died in his home but wasn't found for a week or so. I imagine it wasn't a pleasant scene to survey.David SchottSun, 5 May 2013 01:41:00 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/302445/#302488http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/302445/#302475Allison, Mrs. Cooper, the piano teacher here for years, lost a son to the railroad track also. She and her son both live here but she quit teaching in the last year or so. Lovely lady.Mrs. MSun, 5 May 2013 00:30:57 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/302445/#302475http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/302445/We were always warned about this as kids. We were to never, ever to cross the river on a railroad bridge. I had some vague idea that a kid in Miles City had once been hit by a train crossing a bridge. I just found the story in Star. His father was commander at the Radar Base. He and a buddy were walking across the Milwaukee bridge after fishing when the eastbound passenger train caught up with them. The one kid was a little way ahead and got off. The other kid, 13-year-old Arthur Jehli, was struck and killed. It wasn't just a story parents told us as a warning. For some reason, I find that very sad, even 50 years after the fact.Amorette AllisonSat, 4 May 2013 21:41:05 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/302445/http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/285948/#302017Pauline, Lets get started. Perhaps this summer we need to have a reunion where we will plan a larger one. Knowing the size of this family, this could get huge fast. Call or something. We're still in the book, and still the same! Now I have to write about the last lambing camp. It was May 10, 1967.......Okay, I'll start another thread. NancymomThu, 2 May 2013 00:36:59 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/285948/#302017http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/285948/#301797Pauline, I think you have a good idea there..There are a few Sacramento Dyba's who might be interested. I don't travel much anymore, but my brother David probably would. He is still in touch with Norma, and his wife Patti likes to travel. I say, go for it!Dorothea Dyba SturgesTue, 30 Apr 2013 10:05:49 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/285948/#301797http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/285948/#301660I think we need to have a family reunion.Pauline FlotkoetterMon, 29 Apr 2013 00:07:54 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/285948/#301660http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/301016/#301120I have learned all sorts of interesting things off that website, like New England gravestone fans even know the names of the folks who carved them. Fascinating.Amorette AllisonWed, 24 Apr 2013 16:38:29 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/301016/#301120http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/301016/#301030Thanks. I'll have to look that up. My Antram roots go back to something like the early 1600's in America, so probably almost certainly so. :)MilesCity.com WebmasterWed, 24 Apr 2013 00:23:14 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/301016/#301030http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/301016/http://www.vastpublicindifference.com/2008/10/101-ways-part-48-rested-from-ye-pains.html Perhaps this is the gravestone of a distant ancestor? This a site of New England gravestones with wonderful ways to say "died/"Amorette AllisonTue, 23 Apr 2013 22:54:40 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/301016/http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/300178/Montana Map Maker Chronicles Eastern Montana History By Heather Ripkey ROUNDUPWEB.COM April 17, 2013 http://www.roundupweb.com/story/2013/04/17/golden-roundup/montana-map-maker-chronicles-eastern-montana-history/2511.htmlHal NeumannWed, 17 Apr 2013 17:07:44 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/300178/http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/289507/#300157The doughnuts Steve made were crispier than modern 'raised' doughnuts but they still got eaten. Bigger and better next year! To the 150th!!!!Amorette AllisonWed, 17 Apr 2013 14:24:02 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/289507/#300157http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/289507/#300134Bob! I'm disappointed in you. One must ALWAYS "palpitate" said pastry to determine freshness, before purchase. Geez dude. You should know better.Mathew SchmitzWed, 17 Apr 2013 05:26:18 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/289507/#300134http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/289507/#300132I picked up a couple of doughnuts at a local grocery store today in honor of the anniversary. One seemed to have been minted at about the same time as the Civil War doughnut.Bob Netherton IIWed, 17 Apr 2013 04:52:23 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/289507/#300132http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/299108/#299987If you like this site you might also like www.ellisisland.org. It is pretty interesting too, and I found my great grandpa on it.bhTue, 16 Apr 2013 05:16:34 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/299108/#299987http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/299108/#299757I have been taking pics for this site for almost a year. When my oldest was starting to learn to read that is where we went! There are so many different spellings, names and sounds out there, it was great. Over the years, our daughter learned to read and then we found this. We love going out there. Taking pics, reading, and looking for all those people!Toni RentschlerSun, 14 Apr 2013 03:30:42 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/299108/#299757http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/299108/#299753Would be nice if one could view writings of great grandpa on this site, such as old Christmas cards, or letters, and maybe even download their voices so their descendants could hear what great grandpa sounded like.Don BirkholzSun, 14 Apr 2013 03:12:24 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/299108/#299753http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/299108/#299682FindAGrave also uses volunteers to go take pictures of graves when requested. It's pretty awesome to get involved with. :)Jessica CulverSat, 13 Apr 2013 10:34:40 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/299108/#299682http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/299108/#299295Thanks Don! This is an awesome site. I found my long lost great grandfather's resting place. Thank you!DJBWed, 10 Apr 2013 14:07:36 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/299108/#299295http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/299108/I found this site thru the Stevenson site. This site lists an obituary (apparently can be generated by anyone), but photos can also be added. http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?pagesgs& As an experiment, type your last name into the proper square and click on to the "search" icon and see what comes up. An example of a completed page would be to type Milton into the "first name" square, and Bailey into the "last name" square and then click onto the first Bailey that comes up. This should yield an obituary of Milton Bailey and an added photo.Milton Bailey owned the Broadview Dairy 4 miles northeast of Miles City.Don BirkholzTue, 9 Apr 2013 01:39:57 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/299108/http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/298691/#298802http://blogs.smithsonianmag.com/history/2013/04/when-new-york-city-tamed-the-feared-gunslinger-bat-masterson/Hal NeumannSat, 6 Apr 2013 16:42:44 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/298691/#298802http://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/298691/#298750Thanks Hal, that was very interesting. I always like a good obscure (at least to me) historical story, and the beeb (BBC) is good at digging them up. Thanks again, DianaDiana CrippenSat, 6 Apr 2013 07:58:27 UTChttp://milescity.com/forums/posts/view/298691/#298750