tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81108612439279657692024-02-19T00:11:30.588-07:00Heritage Associates LLCA public history company helping clients discover, preserve and utilize their heritage.Travelin'Omahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18415472674768977723noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110861243927965769.post-51745379364283786142012-12-31T03:03:00.002-07:002012-12-31T03:03:39.247-07:00Utah Ghost Towns<br />
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<a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-you-need-heritage-associates.html">W. Dee Halverson</a> at Heritage Associates, opens doors to the past.<br />
Recently Dee wrote the history of a coal mining community which has now disappeared into the dust.</div>
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"One of the most important tasks of a coal miner's wife was having a tub of water heating on the stove ready for the grimy workman to jump into on his return from a twelve-hour shift."<br />
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Lucille Judd, a 93-year-old Grass Creek native recalled, "In Grass Creek there was only one water source for washing, cooking and bathing. We called it the Town Pump. The townspeople would all line up on Saturday with their buckets and tubs to get water for the family's weekly baths. They would be there again on Sunday night to get water for Monday wash day. I think the only place with running water in Grass Creek was Mrs. Buchanan's boarding house."<br />
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Grass Creek, Utah is a ghost town, one of many old settlements that have vanished as if by the wave of a magician's wand, leaving only memories to prove they once existed. As fragile as memories are the stories of the people who once lived in these now deserted towns.<br /><br /><br />
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Many of today's ghost towns were prosperous mining camps, boom towns built upon silver, gold and even coal. But they might as well have been built upon sand, for they bloomed briefly, then faded and died. Sometimes they were deserted overnight when the miners left to answer the call of rich strikes elsewhere. More often the mines died gradually when their veins pinched out, or when underground water flooded their shafts.<br /><br />Not many people alive today can remember Grass Creek when hundreds of miners, speaking a dozen different languages, made their way up the six-mile canyon. Or when schools, boarding houses, saloons and homes crowded streets, and picnics, dances and daily chores crowded lives. But no matter its size or how long its life, <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/11/midway-wasatch-county-utah.html">historic towns</a> like Grass, Creek, Utah should be remembered—if only as places where people lived, loved and died.<br /><br />Is there a door to your past that needs opening? <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/who-are-our-experts.html">Heritage Associates</a> has the key! Contact us in South Jordan, Utah, at 801-532-2561, or wdhalverson@heritageassociates.com<b><i><o:p></o:p></i></b><br />
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Travelin'Omahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18415472674768977723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110861243927965769.post-37436269231948671712012-08-16T00:02:00.002-06:002012-08-16T00:10:23.269-06:00Ten Easy Steps to Family History<div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3YwYOu7Fnyg17MBYvMDIybGnvlndqC_5rwhAahNwpWOl0Mkk0nq4rPP5d_qAzqvbwzmfrBmZ9yG5Vsg-ejoKNGt8ocQWPTVYxZ-_GbE3M737RWEtEyR6S5I2ZSp6htFpuYXDtLQBj0eM/s1600-h/strong+and+good.jpg" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3YwYOu7Fnyg17MBYvMDIybGnvlndqC_5rwhAahNwpWOl0Mkk0nq4rPP5d_qAzqvbwzmfrBmZ9yG5Vsg-ejoKNGt8ocQWPTVYxZ-_GbE3M737RWEtEyR6S5I2ZSp6htFpuYXDtLQBj0eM/s320/strong+and+good.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449827963938758306" border="0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px; " /></a><span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/They-Were-Strong-Robert-Lawson/dp/B0006AP0GI/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1268893617&sr=1-1" style="font-style: italic; ">Illustrations by Robert Lawson</a></span><br /><br /><div style=" font-style: normal; text-align: left; font-size:100%;">"This is the story of my mother and my father and of their fathers and mothers. Most of it I heard as a little boy, so there may be many mistakes; perhaps I have forgotten or mixed up some of the events and people. But that does not really matter . . . None of them were great or famous, but they were strong and good."<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic; ">—Robert Lawson</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span style="font-size:78%;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left; ">A family history can be as simple as a bedtime story, or it can be volumes, covering generations in detail. The idea of <i>volumes</i> is what keeps people from writing something simple. This child's book by Robert Lawson illustrates how valuable even the most basic family history can be.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi82uIE0MTEJGw0BsSqK7FRqUnoJ80f6BcqwUSfXzfYT4sSvmn7tBfOSBozpmwPJQ1fu1dkkiYc3e9oo6NQu7E3RhM7DH5DOruHk6QEJ471lGTzZwMlm-4CQyzshWAqZ2MXwAfVEIsRsF4/s1600-h/dutch+girl.jpg" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi82uIE0MTEJGw0BsSqK7FRqUnoJ80f6BcqwUSfXzfYT4sSvmn7tBfOSBozpmwPJQ1fu1dkkiYc3e9oo6NQu7E3RhM7DH5DOruHk6QEJ471lGTzZwMlm-4CQyzshWAqZ2MXwAfVEIsRsF4/s320/dutch+girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449833326869340578" border="0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /><div size="3" style=" font-style: normal; text-align: center; ">"My mother's mother was a little Dutch girl,<br />who lived on a farm in New Jersey."<br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Some of you have asked how to get started on a family history so we've created an outline.</span><br /><br /><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; text-align: center; ">Ten Easy Steps to Family History<br /><ol style="text-align: left; "><li>Make a simple chart of you, your parents, and their parents, going back as far as you want. <span style="font-style: italic; ">(ex: Marty—June and Jiggs—Agnes and Axel; Adelila and Hawley.)</span><br /></li><li>Create a new folder on your computer and name it: <span style="font-style: italic; ">Information for Family History</span>.<br /></li><li>Create a separate file for each of the people on your chart. They will be blank except for the person's name. Drag the files into your folder.</li><li>Now open each file and list the details you already know. <span style="font-style: italic; ">(ex: Axel born Sweden about 1890; came to America when he was 17.)<br /></span></li><li>Do<span style="font-style: italic; "> </span>you remember any family stories?<span style="font-style: italic; "> </span>List them in the appropriate file.<span style="font-style: italic; "> (ex: Jiggs chased by a bear; Hawley ran away to the circus.)<br /></span></li><li>Choose one of the stories and write it as a chapter or a blog post. Include any dates or places you're sure of.</li><li>Fact check your story by <a href="http://travelinoma.blogspot.com/2010/01/oral-history-pass-it-on.html">calling a relative or two</a>. (Be sure to add any stories they share to your files.)<br /></li><li>Find photos to illustrate the story if you can.<br /></li><li>Save your story in a new folder called <span style="font-style: italic; ">"Family History."</span></li><li>Repeat until you've told all the stories you remember. Then start searching for new ones.</li></ol></div></div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyTeE9R-NovAkbDsz9w2K4GILfFlwIPgN_TuGENv5JdeKFL8V71nmMPJHJmpTxvf8_Z0HUWkmHpEh8Lu1KxV88_Sc006pyihLyDnoJVUwYnJaibD6WRUZ73FerMbRPo4eU9Gj0u8u7-qI/s1600-h/pioneer.jpg" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyTeE9R-NovAkbDsz9w2K4GILfFlwIPgN_TuGENv5JdeKFL8V71nmMPJHJmpTxvf8_Z0HUWkmHpEh8Lu1KxV88_Sc006pyihLyDnoJVUwYnJaibD6WRUZ73FerMbRPo4eU9Gj0u8u7-qI/s320/pioneer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449855621284401346" border="0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">"So they were married. They worked hard and were strong and good. They had many children and one of them happened to be </span><span style=" font-style: italic; font-size:100%;">me</span><span style="font-size:100%;">!"</span><span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic; ">—Robert Lawson</span></span><br /><br /><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; text-align: center; "><br /></div>For those of you who want help, <a href="http://http//heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2010/04/opening-doors-to-past.html">Heritage Associates</a> has a great history of writing family histories! Contact Dee Halverson at 801-532-2561.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHcjVjzmPeRhXxvDJwt52iDlJw_rwKyZPGs3m8eaywgpH_98oOeKdyJcVoKMd-QJwWxu4lyAU-nebWEur5XoQbVW0xcNEt9UBdvhfJMjMfMDPbIYrBzyYbGvo0K_63RbZc1tRs8jZhNEo/s1600-h/Write-Idea.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHcjVjzmPeRhXxvDJwt52iDlJw_rwKyZPGs3m8eaywgpH_98oOeKdyJcVoKMd-QJwWxu4lyAU-nebWEur5XoQbVW0xcNEt9UBdvhfJMjMfMDPbIYrBzyYbGvo0K_63RbZc1tRs8jZhNEo/s1600-h/Write-Idea.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHcjVjzmPeRhXxvDJwt52iDlJw_rwKyZPGs3m8eaywgpH_98oOeKdyJcVoKMd-QJwWxu4lyAU-nebWEur5XoQbVW0xcNEt9UBdvhfJMjMfMDPbIYrBzyYbGvo0K_63RbZc1tRs8jZhNEo/s1600-h/Write-Idea.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></span></div>Travelin'Omahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18415472674768977723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110861243927965769.post-21600435467098320372012-06-25T10:00:00.004-06:002012-06-26T02:47:38.886-06:00Bohemian Grandmas<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm3kRTTRbcyLgGuMf5XDCxQuZaBuL8X5K5pkZphkZtEMmRsO7MerubNtO3DPadKj7GOkN1f_qXIA3o_k3T_zCpWGwhMHi0kGYrRp6ucFjFOrK2RBNXWkWRmAeelwa4ZCiNjqI38hsADEg/s1600-h/Polish+grandmas.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm3kRTTRbcyLgGuMf5XDCxQuZaBuL8X5K5pkZphkZtEMmRsO7MerubNtO3DPadKj7GOkN1f_qXIA3o_k3T_zCpWGwhMHi0kGYrRp6ucFjFOrK2RBNXWkWRmAeelwa4ZCiNjqI38hsADEg/s320/Polish+grandmas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291433750313645250" border="0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic; ">Wood Carvings from Krakow, Poland</span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><div style="text-align: center;">Some Bohemian grandmas are looking down with gratitude.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/genealogy.html">Heritage Associates</a> helped them share their good advice.</div><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQuuFuVfHMOrQAWMjyIs9e9uQxWi5az-WFO_LjC5E1MDAafXdHd3JwIaKl7fWIAb2ZxV195uz0GkrW2SGrQX1V-4p1I-BXW0kFI_9YnMeDLxbQmTZxCQgFKcNwtDKXrJU8DXXRCRFdHqg/s1600-h/Geburts+register.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQuuFuVfHMOrQAWMjyIs9e9uQxWi5az-WFO_LjC5E1MDAafXdHd3JwIaKl7fWIAb2ZxV195uz0GkrW2SGrQX1V-4p1I-BXW0kFI_9YnMeDLxbQmTZxCQgFKcNwtDKXrJU8DXXRCRFdHqg/s320/Geburts+register.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291433506554456722" border="0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic; ">Archival Birth Register, Colmar, France</span></span><br /><br /></div>The <i>Mika</i> grandmas lived in different regions of the Austro-Hungarian Empire in days of economic upheaval and political intrigue. Their individual histories came together in Vienna just before World War I, and their grandchildren lived under Nazi and Communist rule before coming to the United States. </div><div><br /></div><div>Old letters and scrapbooks supplied enough information to raise a hundred questions. <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/w-dee-halverson.html">Heritage Associates</a> found answers in France, Poland, Austria and the Czech Republic. Interviews with distant relatives in Austria filled in the details, and their photos filled in the blanks. </div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjig0m3ZBgzHqURKpwIU_k_nAVfjxxvvv6A7SW3EzHsepaIClQHvEo1GvR1q2O9dYGamAIPUzB8XAnyPr8yn8pdO0T_BMoi7Ve4T580lojwxYAWbqdxk-nhS189hrKmyCe71z0LqCTTGvo/s320/Scanned+Image+121780002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5758263503839638882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px; " /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><i>Heimat: The Story of a Famil</i>y by W. Dee Halverson</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Diane Setterfield wrote:</div><div style="text-align: left; "><blockquote>"People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some, there is an exception to this annihilation. For in books they continue to exist. We can rediscover them...<br /><br />"As one tends the graves of the dead, so I read the books ... I allow the voices of the forgotten dead to resonate inside my head. Do they sense it? Does a pinprick of light appear ... is their soul stirred by the feather touch of another mind reading about them? I do hope so."<br /><div style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:78%;">---from <span style="font-style: italic; ">The Thirteenth Tale</span></span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: left;">Generations of grandparents stretch back, back, back through the ages, with experience descendants would find priceless. <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/11/research-on-location.html">Heritage Associates</a> will help you discover and compile their stories in the context of the time and place. After all, your Bohemian grandmas might have some good advice!</div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><i><br /></i></span></div></div>Travelin'Omahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18415472674768977723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110861243927965769.post-37904727486542460292012-06-14T18:50:00.001-06:002012-06-14T18:55:46.713-06:00Grass Creek, Utah<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjozzMfHT_MYqfF6avTIkdoRP1GqfzZClQTamrVV-0PRve3EN7FBummuZrjrAmnTH19Eo6-S1a3tNiTNojPaLJ_BQJU2y5pWx39nLXbb3OjCTLub1gdBpBncO_A_fmhlG90YaIQrROfsC4/s1600/IMG_0327.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjozzMfHT_MYqfF6avTIkdoRP1GqfzZClQTamrVV-0PRve3EN7FBummuZrjrAmnTH19Eo6-S1a3tNiTNojPaLJ_BQJU2y5pWx39nLXbb3OjCTLub1gdBpBncO_A_fmhlG90YaIQrROfsC4/s320/IMG_0327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459335657550370818" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-you-need-heritage-associates.html">W. Dee Halverson</a> at Heritage Associates, opens doors to the past.<br />Recently Dee wrote the history of a coal mining community which has now disappeared into the dust.<br /></div><br />"One of the most important tasks of a coal miner's wife was having a tub of water heating on the stove ready for the grimy workman to jump into on his return from a twelve-hour shift."<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimByRUk9bFjVgXgT4bVNdF9EIGeBsFh7VAYkz15fHY9OvvWyl4yDJwKUAZwHxRt4rmN5N9phae9LveszXJPcfmCn8EYPl2z619Jb8x-GKAEG8F9cApkMW5q58Qvyrk31f4UnELIY4m-1I/s1600/miner+in+bathtub.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimByRUk9bFjVgXgT4bVNdF9EIGeBsFh7VAYkz15fHY9OvvWyl4yDJwKUAZwHxRt4rmN5N9phae9LveszXJPcfmCn8EYPl2z619Jb8x-GKAEG8F9cApkMW5q58Qvyrk31f4UnELIY4m-1I/s320/miner+in+bathtub.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459325127761656482" border="0" /></a><br />Lucille Judd, a 93-year-old Grass Creek native recalled, "In Grass Creek there was only one water source for washing, cooking and bathing. We called it the Town Pump. The townspeople would all line up on Saturday with their buckets and tubs to get water for the family's weekly baths. They would be there again on Sunday night to get water for Monday wash day. I think the only place with running water in Grass Creek was Mrs. Buchanan's boarding house."<br /><br /><span>Grass Creek, Utah is a ghost town, one of many old settlements that have vanished as if by the wave of a magician's wand, leaving only memories to prove they once existed. As fragile as memories are the stories of the people who once lived in these now deserted towns.<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO7Og_obcURmxuy2sOpk-nDPwdAbV74XWkm3FKnU9dfP9pkwaWEJcawRQBgBhBBNKFDaaaSZQyQEWsPbs1liyGPfJ6Ruc4XFH0b5htaIV0EUsx4mZ6wFAI0f6_DOIN8kihkEvN0VstZ3Q/s1600/IMG_0319.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO7Og_obcURmxuy2sOpk-nDPwdAbV74XWkm3FKnU9dfP9pkwaWEJcawRQBgBhBBNKFDaaaSZQyQEWsPbs1liyGPfJ6Ruc4XFH0b5htaIV0EUsx4mZ6wFAI0f6_DOIN8kihkEvN0VstZ3Q/s320/IMG_0319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459335649337782082" border="0" /></a><span><span style="font-style: italic;">Grass Creek, Utah Classroom</span></span><br /><br /></div><span>Many of today's ghost towns were prosperous mining camps, boom towns built upon silver, gold and even coal. But they might as well have been built upon sand, for they bloomed briefly, then faded and died. Sometimes they were deserted overnight when the miners left to answer the call of rich strikes elsewhere. More often the mines died gradually when their veins pinched out, or when underground water flooded their shafts.<br /><br />Not many people alive today can remember Grass Creek when hundreds of miners, speaking a dozen different languages, made their way up the six-mile canyon. Or when schools, boarding houses, saloons and homes crowded streets, and picnics, dances and daily chores crowded lives. But no matter its size or how long its life, <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/11/midway-wasatch-county-utah.html">historic towns</a> like Grass, Creek, Utah should be remembered—if only as places where people lived, loved and died.<br /><br />Is there a door to your past that needs opening? <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/who-are-our-experts.html">Heritage Associates</a> has the key! 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They say, "We're spending the weekend at the cabin," or "We keep our horses at the cabin," or "We ski right into the cabin." Dee and Marty Halverson have a cabin, too.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Their cabin was built on the Weber River in 1845, the first permanent dwelling of a white man in the state. Miles Goodyear was a fur trapper, and a mountain man. He married an Indian woman and they lived by the river several years. The cabin was later moved a few times and finally ended up in a ramshackle and decrepid condition, wrapped in chicken wire, behind the Ogden DUP museum. It was an historic hidden treasure! Dee had actually been visiting it for a few years when he finally convinced a friend that it would be possible to restore it. She donated the money to the DUP and Dee was hired in 1994 to bring it back to it's former glory. What had he gotten himself into?</span></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUd5XxlN6REeIWu-IWlZr3XqYfJplCGkAuX7-cYh3AmTxfIrl2SDHXvoKk_s4s7etgBFTaKQPhITkgXhHQ91M6N9dcCcqX1VReg9d9UeMZ1MyNtKSyidKoncbIYgo-cej5d44s2gJIGzA/s1600-h/Cabin+plaque.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUd5XxlN6REeIWu-IWlZr3XqYfJplCGkAuX7-cYh3AmTxfIrl2SDHXvoKk_s4s7etgBFTaKQPhITkgXhHQ91M6N9dcCcqX1VReg9d9UeMZ1MyNtKSyidKoncbIYgo-cej5d44s2gJIGzA/s320/Cabin+plaque.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040943604832323186" border="0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The cabin had to be dismantled and then restored in the way it was originally built. First of all, their daughter Amy drew a diagram of it, log by log. Then each log was painstakingly labeled before Dee, and sons Josh, Micah and Pete, and Pete's scout </span>troop<span style="font-size:100%;"> took it apart. They hauled the logs to a warehouse, where they were cleaned and treated, and left to cure. Several times during the winter Dee went to check on the stacks of logs. It made him sick. He couldn't imagine how he was ever going to recreate the cabin! He went home sicker every time he visited. It looked impossible. The whole project seemed like a nightmare. Whose idea was this? The DUP ladies were impatient and annoying. They always seemed to call when Dee was gone, and Marty began to hate them.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">A new cement pad was poured behind the Tabernacle and the logs were hauled back. Pete's Eagle Project was to get everything ready to be put back together. With the help of the diagram, eight boy scouts started stacking the pieces on top of each other like Lincoln Logs, with Dee directing. It was like constructing a giant puzzle. The scouts had done their bit after one day, and Dee and Pete were left very short-handed. It took weeks.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><br /></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: left; "><div style="text-align: left; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD4TQEBK842L3SPLndYeHdq5FYRPR5yoHCT4W_GcHfRYDCQVFKk5ounQ2KAinNYOPrFsUXlOVdqWtp87hQbeQc9TVNRNWlEofGYgyx1utNGuRdSn7gr3VpV8dmAWtkyTyVXReKic6vnqw/s1600-h/cabin+logs.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD4TQEBK842L3SPLndYeHdq5FYRPR5yoHCT4W_GcHfRYDCQVFKk5ounQ2KAinNYOPrFsUXlOVdqWtp87hQbeQc9TVNRNWlEofGYgyx1utNGuRdSn7gr3VpV8dmAWtkyTyVXReKic6vnqw/s320/cabin+logs.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040913681795171842" border="0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">The cabin had had a sod roof, and replacing that was the biggest challenge. How do you get tons of dirt on top of a pile of sticks, without collapsing the whole structure? Miles Goodyear and his Indian wife had done it all alone, so Dee knew it could be done. With a lot of research and trial and error, it was finally accomplished.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAvAbrbw_0s75tqW2f9PLESiFM05cwloUF2CDeTT9mg24_mIeykvZLlAMHTClDjm0wOOr71CvJ-wZey3tMdXEagAxDhoSSEUEe6T1eaoMzTf768rPBCd8Db1RmWpBDMvGNUmbLxycGSXw/s1600-h/cabin+roof.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAvAbrbw_0s75tqW2f9PLESiFM05cwloUF2CDeTT9mg24_mIeykvZLlAMHTClDjm0wOOr71CvJ-wZey3tMdXEagAxDhoSSEUEe6T1eaoMzTf768rPBCd8Db1RmWpBDMvGNUmbLxycGSXw/s320/cabin+roof.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040916456344045074" border="0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline; "><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZBGc-kzXYc5s8dn8D0wCAWHhyphenhyphenyjkYm-_89xMGTTwSvP-rcuOv80FufsHCLmmF68WToJ5wAprqFruI4efn8jYf2IIrTsEbpVQI97eYUDm4f0nozbvlmUQAxrXX1N-eutAre6CoRmDDqXk/s1600-h/cabin+ceiling.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZBGc-kzXYc5s8dn8D0wCAWHhyphenhyphenyjkYm-_89xMGTTwSvP-rcuOv80FufsHCLmmF68WToJ5wAprqFruI4efn8jYf2IIrTsEbpVQI97eYUDm4f0nozbvlmUQAxrXX1N-eutAre6CoRmDDqXk/s320/cabin+ceiling.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040921700499113506" border="0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /></a><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline; "></span></div><span style="text-decoration: underline; "><br /></span>As is common in projects like this, the money and time needed were vastly underestimated and there was still a lot to do. By then it had become a labor of love. The opening of the cabin was only a few weeks away, and dignitaries and media people had all been invited. The DUP ladies were frantic that it wouldn't be finished, and although Dee was assuring them it was under control, he was actually a wreck as well.<br /><br />One day in desperation he checked the kids out of school and the Halversons all went up to the cabin to "chink." Chinking is a mixture of straw, dirt, and manure that is used as a mortar between the logs. It's put on with a trowel, and it's a mess. That day it was pouring rain, and cold, and they all stood in the mud and slapped on the chinking, trying to make it stay where it was supposed to. They put it between all the logs both inside and outside. Several days after it dried, they went back to smooth the earthen floor. That day was very hot, and they had a hose and a huge roller. After the dirt was wet they were on their knees patting it down and dripping with sweat before it was rolled over and over again to get it even. Finally the cabin was ready to be furnished.<span style="text-decoration: underline; "><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSOZy5XItlvnlafkauyhVESHNt6eOPorW4uE5G8sO-5CDNddvUB-C0x3CKbIsf5tomT1DrCUyxNjOqJqrhsMghC6oAM4noOCGKgDP4TSwioE949hKK-IggTq77gVmLWasCSlZhy60J8jI/s1600-h/cabin+furnishings.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSOZy5XItlvnlafkauyhVESHNt6eOPorW4uE5G8sO-5CDNddvUB-C0x3CKbIsf5tomT1DrCUyxNjOqJqrhsMghC6oAM4noOCGKgDP4TSwioE949hKK-IggTq77gVmLWasCSlZhy60J8jI/s320/cabin+furnishings.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040921704794080818" border="0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBWouy5lTV7xGZ5yvECyGuJViSAmsUzhsJMib-8SiOIPZaSio84BE4yO6habcPIaRw2eM3AjIdC7Df0iUC9o251dd05zogKgsPKOLCuUBXK6O6iRV8anDPXAfxYXPn2ypL06TG0neDDLk/s1600-h/pioneer+table+setting.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBWouy5lTV7xGZ5yvECyGuJViSAmsUzhsJMib-8SiOIPZaSio84BE4yO6habcPIaRw2eM3AjIdC7Df0iUC9o251dd05zogKgsPKOLCuUBXK6O6iRV8anDPXAfxYXPn2ypL06TG0neDDLk/s320/pioneer+table+setting.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040921713384015426" border="0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /></a><br />A few days later some wild flowers were planted, and it was finished. It was a miracle! It was dedicated and has been open during the summer as part of the temple grounds until the recent remodel of the Ogden temple. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: left; ">Every time <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2010/04/opening-doors-to-past.html">Dee Halverson</a> is faced with an overwhelming challenge he drives up to the cabin. It reminds him that he can take a pile of sticks and make it something worthwhile. He always comes home buoyed up and refreshed.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR59KQokycZwC4tIHYPpAyjAlOTKfWqQupRDpKCXbSQmM2tQGxuI3_ZaWLdVJKP9CFCkyfzDl9DrRTWECYnRUVSJpbgi9mLj97pkyL3UMJMHhSKsbeeJl9Kq__2y95PBgaZ_RUqOvsY24/s1600-h/Dee+cabin+door.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR59KQokycZwC4tIHYPpAyjAlOTKfWqQupRDpKCXbSQmM2tQGxuI3_ZaWLdVJKP9CFCkyfzDl9DrRTWECYnRUVSJpbgi9mLj97pkyL3UMJMHhSKsbeeJl9Kq__2y95PBgaZ_RUqOvsY24/s320/Dee+cabin+door.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040938343497385570" border="0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /></a><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: left; ">They never have parties there, they never stay overnight ... they don't even have any claim to it. But the Miles Goodyear Cabin is definitely the Halverson's cabin!</div></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: left; "><br /></div>Travelin'Omahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18415472674768977723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110861243927965769.post-27361521664614540002012-05-01T01:47:00.000-06:002012-05-01T01:47:46.727-06:00Collecting Memories<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgWlzHlItXdxUlsl5CWko2LngNSP9wiSz567OCVf0LYWtSG4NkMZngMTPe4vwgy5Gfozx-XylLpV-_wiYlDXFRBtFVdG_sVe5tGn6QREl4zxpvAjHLnAvtj7B0fDDnKD3yjUvbnM1eplA/s1600-h/Erwin+Hirschmann+Chap+5+p.+84+copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgWlzHlItXdxUlsl5CWko2LngNSP9wiSz567OCVf0LYWtSG4NkMZngMTPe4vwgy5Gfozx-XylLpV-_wiYlDXFRBtFVdG_sVe5tGn6QREl4zxpvAjHLnAvtj7B0fDDnKD3yjUvbnM1eplA/s320/Erwin+Hirschmann+Chap+5+p.+84+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329239121540351394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Ervin Hirschmann about 1950</span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Gather memories while ye may, for old men may be dying."<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Erwin Hirschmann was a little boy, living in Vienna during World War II. These recollections are from an interview shortly before he died suddenly at age 85, January 1, 2009.<br /><br />“When war began in September 1939 it meant little to us children. Our routines were not interrupted by an event most of us didn’t even know was taking place, much less understood. War, when we thought of it at all, was something for adults, taking place in lands with strange-sounding names. War seemed heroic to many of us; at least that is how the adults spoke of it when we overheard them over Sunday afternoon dinner. We continued to play hide-and-seek, hopscotch, Cowboys and Indians, went to school, and in time simply added another game to our list—<span style="font-style: italic;">Krieg</span>.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsvVq0yWGsaDIfownmDyGrNNuhvNBVGWCL_XTWCYQFOs_JSaMH_Kp0_269ZdTqDUa8qnKeDxWJKj5lrZsAA-8W6lpRSCPoPt5WLWJd7QChPIE2I04WkCK8eBSDUozi8fwAH_Ql0NEhJDU/s1600-h/German+army+POW+coming+home+Chap+V-d+p.105+copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsvVq0yWGsaDIfownmDyGrNNuhvNBVGWCL_XTWCYQFOs_JSaMH_Kp0_269ZdTqDUa8qnKeDxWJKj5lrZsAA-8W6lpRSCPoPt5WLWJd7QChPIE2I04WkCK8eBSDUozi8fwAH_Ql0NEhJDU/s320/German+army+POW+coming+home+Chap+V-d+p.105+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329239121956837970" border="0" /></a><br />“In 1940 and 1941 the air waves were filled with constant program interruptions of <span style="font-style: italic;">Sondermeldungen</span>, special announcements of great victories by the German armies. But by 1943 there were no more<span style="font-style: italic;"> Sondermeldungen</span>. Instead, the drone of enemy aircraft overhead and the wail of the air raid siren began to define our lives in Vienna. Sleeping through a night without being awakened by the wail of a siren or the thump of exploding bombs became a rarity. We clung to our mothers, and when Mutti said that everything would be all right, we tried to believe, holding on even more tightly as we were herded into house cellars and bunkers.<br /><br />“By 1944 war no longer was a game to us, nor was it heroic. Many of us were called into military service at a very young age. We saw our houses burned, our friends buried under rubble. The air raid siren in Vienna and other large cities became the ultimate sound of terror. The war from the sky, which claimed nearly 600,000 civilians, many of them children, remains a vivid memory for me still.”<br /><br /><a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/12/roots-of-heritage-associates.html">Heritage Associates</a> is in the memory business. <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/11/oral-history.html">Oral history</a> interviews give dimension and perspective to lists of names, dates and places; the experiences of a lifetime become relevant to the future. Contact <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/contact-us.html">W. Dee Halverson</a> to collect the important memories of people important to you.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Travelin'Omahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18415472674768977723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110861243927965769.post-77813089959275509052012-04-16T22:03:00.005-06:002012-04-16T22:14:20.053-06:00Bingham Canyon, Utah Lecture Series<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqhsrB4tTIvAyfmvYzpu73_4qv2ThB_7gx48dDj7JQfBDwQ3UyObh_nhR0DizNOgbauH8JqGeRXZ7QFpEt8x-RK71lv34YHDq5zAEtvuU9uzY-dZiODYo2e4p4ueNGU2tpaKOsWrhpmac/s1600/painting+men+in+bar.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPdaYVrExA6SecALF1ayMVEqJN22Pu22uzWzHis3ma4P7TPsQBabe-byhHlvPHYUtB6LbG6BMv1d0YssJihYBBQtb_Z_egCCHQndWnpJ8DPqDGympfuMPiTETWA-84krr5rMG3yZROAZA/s1600/painting+girl+in+bar.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPdaYVrExA6SecALF1ayMVEqJN22Pu22uzWzHis3ma4P7TPsQBabe-byhHlvPHYUtB6LbG6BMv1d0YssJihYBBQtb_Z_egCCHQndWnpJ8DPqDGympfuMPiTETWA-84krr5rMG3yZROAZA/s320/painting+girl+in+bar.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732216389967868578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Sporting Women</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Treasures of the Oquirrh Mountains</div><div style="text-align: center;">by </div><div style="text-align: center;">W. Dee Halverson</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Dee Halverson, president of Heritage Associates, recently gave his final lecture on the ghost towns of Bingham Canyon, Utah. You can read it here:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://eugenehalverson.blogspot.com/2012/04/bars-brothels-brotherhood-by-w-dee.html">Bars, Brothels and Brotherhood</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqhsrB4tTIvAyfmvYzpu73_4qv2ThB_7gx48dDj7JQfBDwQ3UyObh_nhR0DizNOgbauH8JqGeRXZ7QFpEt8x-RK71lv34YHDq5zAEtvuU9uzY-dZiODYo2e4p4ueNGU2tpaKOsWrhpmac/s320/painting+men+in+bar.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732216399918462098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><br /></span></div>Travelin'Omahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18415472674768977723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110861243927965769.post-69091084351032203192012-03-30T19:13:00.003-06:002012-04-03T03:08:15.376-06:00Bingham Canyon, Utah<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7pyP-GE6B-WJ1dsw0stQQmWOi58xm_tp0wZGM1SM1POkI8ttAzcQj3W3NSZdHALYx8rISMDi9YBS6qtuR-Wk6TUKNZyBjfnQhyphenhyphen2uV1CPfMut73quCShAjUzxltb9671jxJiFNwWcimmQ/s1600/Dee+lecture+2.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7pyP-GE6B-WJ1dsw0stQQmWOi58xm_tp0wZGM1SM1POkI8ttAzcQj3W3NSZdHALYx8rISMDi9YBS6qtuR-Wk6TUKNZyBjfnQhyphenhyphen2uV1CPfMut73quCShAjUzxltb9671jxJiFNwWcimmQ/s320/Dee+lecture+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725770713972039586" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">W. Dee Halverson presents a lecture on Copperton, Utah </span></span><br /><br />"This lecture series is dedicated to the memory of </div><div style="text-align: center;">Bingham Canyon's 25,000 men, women and children. </div><div style="text-align: center;">May they always be remembered."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Recently <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/12/dee-halverson-history-of-historian.html">Dee Halverson</a>, president of <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/12/roots-of-heritage-associates.html">Heritage Associates, LLC,</a> acquainted residents of South Jordan, Utah with the former residents of the area: people who lived in fifteen small towns surrounding what has become the largest open pit copper mine in the world.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh14fd57zQF58TFR98rRRjU7WwQt1GQvGBbWO6Kq9_9TsYlrBrmVR8D4ZivQ7PkBrltteAo4jobGRlcpMoZnUgBGypYQupn_73y6pXLpSyNyZSj5BJK8_w8Hrl_43Y77At2JS9Lln5y_hI/s1600/Dee+lecture+3.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh14fd57zQF58TFR98rRRjU7WwQt1GQvGBbWO6Kq9_9TsYlrBrmVR8D4ZivQ7PkBrltteAo4jobGRlcpMoZnUgBGypYQupn_73y6pXLpSyNyZSj5BJK8_w8Hrl_43Y77At2JS9Lln5y_hI/s320/Dee+lecture+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725770720175015906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Lecture at Garden Park Clubhouse</span></span><br /></div><br />During the 1920s and 30s Bingham Canyon, Utah was the third largest city in Utah with 25,000 men, women and children who were mostly foreign born and who spoke 30 different languages. These miners came from Greece, Italy, Austria, Great Britain, Japan, China, Korea, Serbia and Croatia to work in the copper mines which began in 1906. Octogenarians who grew up in towns later swallowed up by the mine, were the source of stories about Galena Gulch, Frog Town and Highland Boy.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3dvYPrNbpd6cV__XiAjrvM2vKtVcXMm3-cmZ0xK67xzfXeSdUCwhinwzjuK7yiEryx7FBnB5PTRn5u3OUK4vGbNBmU_qWsiIfwo8ZZ2Ouw5PArNTyXEcJT4mSq7rozv4FAY6aajhiU50/s320/Dee+lecture+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725770727748041634" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Treasures of the Oquirrh Mountains Lecture Series</span></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">One of many stories told of an avalanche that killed 31 people outright, and left 150 buried. Dr. Paul Richards revived many of the victims by wrapping them in hot towels, instructing others to massage their arms and legs. At times 60 to 80 people were working over the frozen bodies. All of the victims who had a discernible heartbeat were eventually revived. One little five-year-old girl who had been buried alive was cared for by Dr. Richards. After several frantic and frightening minutes she opened her eyes and said, "Hi, Doc. I'm cold."<br /><br />Dee Halverson revives history. Towns that were buried have now been uncovered and remembered. People once forgotten have come back to life.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/contact-us.html">Contact Heritage Associates:</a><br />"We give a future to your past."<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Ghost Towns of Bingham Canyon </span><span>c</span><span>an be read in full by clicking <a href="http://eugenehalverson.blogspot.com/2012_02_01_archive.html">here.</a></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Copperton: A Company Town</span> can be read in full by clicking<a href="http://eugenehalverson.blogspot.com/2012/03/copperton-last-company-town-by-w-dee.html"> here</a>.<br /></div></div></div></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><br /><br /></span></span></div>Travelin'Omahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18415472674768977723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110861243927965769.post-25965489447842189382012-01-17T01:03:00.006-07:002012-01-17T01:57:16.102-07:00Recent Publications from Heritage Associates<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjey8SRkTmXmkAl_RJZw2E9i1UW9MLUr_mYbf7bY_7Ix-WpKTUIvrtS2Thi65IEolkr1DXf3RKZKmUmV14DMfaU_flMq3wFF43Ti-uNsRtVeTBLVeNIhhS3TKzhF5HvBiaNUhoY2QEPeZ0/s1600/Grass+Creek.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjey8SRkTmXmkAl_RJZw2E9i1UW9MLUr_mYbf7bY_7Ix-WpKTUIvrtS2Thi65IEolkr1DXf3RKZKmUmV14DMfaU_flMq3wFF43Ti-uNsRtVeTBLVeNIhhS3TKzhF5HvBiaNUhoY2QEPeZ0/s320/Grass+Creek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698508775337718306" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Grass Creek Canyon Coal</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Many old settlements have vanished as if by the wave of a magician's wand, leaving only memories to prove they once existed."<br /><br /></span>The pride and history of Summit County is alive and well. This book was written to preserve its rich and diverse history.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAC1ZGNTrFSMOzjnSNnySwmKV1BQ7QXRcCZNo1UJIKjkSVmZmwQF0yG-Ii5i7Y7XLromYJ2iwV5sC4SbTehE4S0rC_kbjCnl2CCVW9PDhcJL10IaKF34bJJwsCDK0ddHeDsKeAiXUzH0c/s1600/Luke%2527s.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAC1ZGNTrFSMOzjnSNnySwmKV1BQ7QXRcCZNo1UJIKjkSVmZmwQF0yG-Ii5i7Y7XLromYJ2iwV5sC4SbTehE4S0rC_kbjCnl2CCVW9PDhcJL10IaKF34bJJwsCDK0ddHeDsKeAiXUzH0c/s320/Luke%2527s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698508782356792402" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Tales of Luke's Hot Pots<br />&<br />The Mountain Spaa Resort</span><br /><br />The history of Luke's dates all the way back to days when an Indian called "Red Cap" used the hot springs to cook his meat and sooth his muscles in the 1850's . . .<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Legend has it that a gang of outlaws stopped to take a swim in the old hot pot. They were interrupted by a band of hostile Indians. The outlaws quickly put their gold in an old, iron kettle and buried it. The gold remains hidden to this day."</span><br /><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4a2wosqju08BPaQWq8LmhGIzYfpG1OtZfoPLsyx28bcabhwfo6Fi-07fzoTa84TGAIiv7JvPNByOKR_cAbVrvPJkjfjt0FM9P7-j_-pkkEhdV2g-gNzS9GBBaAS-MkWE7EWlFS6KCZ4A/s1600/Mink.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4a2wosqju08BPaQWq8LmhGIzYfpG1OtZfoPLsyx28bcabhwfo6Fi-07fzoTa84TGAIiv7JvPNByOKR_cAbVrvPJkjfjt0FM9P7-j_-pkkEhdV2g-gNzS9GBBaAS-MkWE7EWlFS6KCZ4A/s320/Mink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698508790264761778" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >A Legend in Mink</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Mink Ranching in Summit County, Utah</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Utah is one of the largest fur producing states in the nation, second only to Wisconsin, the reason being the cold Utah winters, which are ideal for mink to grow their coveted winter fur. Most of the fur farms in Summit County are family businesses, often operated by two or three generations of the same family. This is the account of an old-fashioned, American success story."</span><br /></div><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi40rLqdruF8-3DlR7Qbs-Wx0SqB_oqewpFa1IsLu1yEuppXyyDImGFQLymPUevgEwvXLnTTUYJfBgAutAHjIFk-MPrwvX_cA9y6VIYHmGE6t8Es45rCfWKAUk7SAGCV09MaR2weS838hI/s1600/bonner%2527s.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi40rLqdruF8-3DlR7Qbs-Wx0SqB_oqewpFa1IsLu1yEuppXyyDImGFQLymPUevgEwvXLnTTUYJfBgAutAHjIFk-MPrwvX_cA9y6VIYHmGE6t8Es45rCfWKAUk7SAGCV09MaR2weS838hI/s320/bonner%2527s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698508768322908290" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Bonner's Corners</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">After 130 years, three houses stand as some of the most striking ever built in Utah. Generations of the Bonner family, as well as thousands of visitors to Midway, Utah have enjoyed the story and sheer beauty of these examples of Gothic Revival style.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"After John Watkins built his own picturesque, red-brick home, with white gingerbread trim in 1869, the Bonner brothers asked him to build a similar home for their parents in 1876. Knowing that they would soon be married themselves, they contracted with Watkins to build them two smaller versions of the house directly across Main Street on two facing corner lots. They were completed and furnished just in time for the Bonner brother's double wedding in 1878."</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Heritage Associates will help you<br />discover, preserve and utilize your heritage.</span><br /></div><br /></div><br /><br /></div>Travelin'Omahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18415472674768977723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110861243927965769.post-41908893939829633932011-12-14T03:30:00.000-07:002011-12-14T03:48:08.000-07:00Midway<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBnYINP-zwjn4u6INU9rw2REgGN-csYiNLMhFC1cgwkFdwuKHMeQiR8AvK_RjyhL1UTvs-CbY_MwjISq1U5cqU5RaIAOQmJ84gjWYPwsGDmvWdw8BgtWBV51fM0m8-3vI6PipujLVwKEQ/s1600-h/257586.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBnYINP-zwjn4u6INU9rw2REgGN-csYiNLMhFC1cgwkFdwuKHMeQiR8AvK_RjyhL1UTvs-CbY_MwjISq1U5cqU5RaIAOQmJ84gjWYPwsGDmvWdw8BgtWBV51fM0m8-3vI6PipujLVwKEQ/s320/257586.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325528323742780194" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.summitpost.org/images/medium/257586.jpg"><span style="font-size:78%;">Provo Canyon</span></a><br /></div><br />In April 1859, John Wesley Witt traveled with his wife, Lavina, and their five children, up the new Provo Canyon Road to settle what became the Heber Valley. While traveling along the steep road in a driving snowstorm, the Witt’s wagon with all its contents suddenly tipped over into the swirling waters of the Provo River below.<br /><br />Working quickly, Uncle Dan and others helped lift the heavy wagon box off the family and miraculously snatched up the 13-day-old baby daughter, Nancy, as she began floating down stream. They salvaged what they could: the bake oven, one sack of flour and one chest of clothes. But most of their belongings were lost.<br /><br />The Witt family arrived in the new settlement on April 29, 1859. The weather was cold, snowy and the conditions were miserable as they made their first home out of the wagon box placed in a rude dugout.<br /><br />John and the other men soon put in a crop of wheat and barley grain with the hope that it would be ready for harvesting before winter. The Witt and nineteen other families celebrated a meager, but happy first Christmas of 1859 in the Heber Valley.<div><br /></div><div>Dee Halverson has finished the text for his second book on Midway, entitled <i>My Love Affair With Midway. </i>This will be out sometime next spring, filled with unpublished photographs, maps, and untold stories that will make anyone familiar with Midway, UT fall in love with her all over again.</div><div><br /></div><div>Contact Dee Halverson: wdh@heritageassociates.com for information.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div>Travelin'Omahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18415472674768977723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110861243927965769.post-87061691387352850362011-10-27T00:01:00.000-06:002011-10-28T00:17:49.968-06:00History in Summit County, Utah<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpWfUt5yOe61AFBizWhCoaq_sI06sZGURMdOnfs4K-bkOGmOMti7fCv3uoSvPjgf7kx7bvutq0Eniys80IOCbQbLfGRt4d031FR16TmV4i2f9PMtD9v2cuLTrZ1Nav14gS3W9Are33balX/s1600-h/Rockport+underwater.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpWfUt5yOe61AFBizWhCoaq_sI06sZGURMdOnfs4K-bkOGmOMti7fCv3uoSvPjgf7kx7bvutq0Eniys80IOCbQbLfGRt4d031FR16TmV4i2f9PMtD9v2cuLTrZ1Nav14gS3W9Are33balX/s320/Rockport+underwater.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134805910556360226" border="0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Cemetery near Wanship, Utah</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Lawsuits are often decided based on history. <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2011/04/celebrating-25-years.html">Heritage Associates</a> was commissioned to find evidence of a long-lost road in Summit County, Utah when a land owner discovered her vast and valuable land inheritance was landlocked. Her neighbors said the old trail was not a public thoroughfare, but part of their land. For her to develop or sell her property, she needed access; otherwise it was worthless.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/12/dee-halverson-history-of-historian.html">Dee Halverson</a> spent a year looking for evidence that it was a <i>common use road</i> from the days when<span style="font-style: italic; "> </span>Indians, trappers, explorers, miners, and farmers hauled supplies over the mountain to Park City.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcb3mu8SH877-hNrC_mdimczscZ8VcJ5EdWu7zDUPGaojgA9eynf0ZtT9EHUei5UZQeMRkL1rszEVJdslnQ4-HzAsbi9JXy8ocOmPPuaQP728jC9pScvRGQUGkFTpzwoow3PjyZtFHr64j/s1600-h/Rockport+in+Suburu.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcb3mu8SH877-hNrC_mdimczscZ8VcJ5EdWu7zDUPGaojgA9eynf0ZtT9EHUei5UZQeMRkL1rszEVJdslnQ4-HzAsbi9JXy8ocOmPPuaQP728jC9pScvRGQUGkFTpzwoow3PjyZtFHr64j/s320/Rockport+in+Suburu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134806533326618178" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div>Using old geological maps that listed areas by property owners, he tracked down some of their descendants for memories. An 80-year-old grandson remembered ice skating to school and recalled a girl who worked at a bar on the old road in her teens. She was alive in a nursing home in Seattle, with a keen memory of those by-gone days. One story led to another, and soon Dee had directions for short cuts through the canyons, used for over two hundred years.<br /><br />Because the giant acreage was inaccessible to cars, Dee explored it on a mountain bike to see if the trails hooked up at the top of the canyons. With a little digging, he found evidence of a <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2010/06/grass-creek-utah.html">community</a>.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2fNeXBzntIveGrTPx27BLCE-VX0jZHOTseFqwq10YdFkQBNs6PyqSM1q08UVyB9YdxAX6K3IauIVBC_X_19A9tDQRImBKJMhykh2Ry1swDkbd8paED0HuMvHFhcVDff8uQLhkGgtUq6jy/s1600-h/Rockport+Cemetary.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2fNeXBzntIveGrTPx27BLCE-VX0jZHOTseFqwq10YdFkQBNs6PyqSM1q08UVyB9YdxAX6K3IauIVBC_X_19A9tDQRImBKJMhykh2Ry1swDkbd8paED0HuMvHFhcVDff8uQLhkGgtUq6jy/s320/Rockport+Cemetary.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134806498966879794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /></a>A white column marker was surrounded by several family graves and a little fence. There were some children ages 2, 4, and 6 who had died within days of each other, the father dead within a few weeks. The mom held things together for several years, but still died at age 45. What stories lie within that little cemetery!<br /><br />Old foundations nearby indicated houses and barns, disintegrating steps led to what looked like a small school. The places matched up with stories from those still living, and a few memories recorded by those already gone. Dee proved the existence of a common use road, and the client got official permission to access her land.<br /><br /><a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/clients-and-projects.html">Heritage Associates</a> is a public history company with experience in litigation research. Contact us for access to historic evidence that will prove your case.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Travelin'Omahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18415472674768977723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110861243927965769.post-70229573281070692512011-10-22T19:17:00.000-06:002011-10-22T21:52:28.931-06:00Heritage Associates: Who Are Our Experts?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWYIyPOgfhrA1rGT-sL7ZfQUXOQP8vkNxapUyqc4smMac8UEwE6Y9dKVsPpZ7GN29sukvSewhylgGbbNFsNVGNZszNNiFdGlvlxSoWHgzHnPMdIcBZ5i_3jw_kM3gNqfrJO8hmOZdhUNc/s1600-h/document+Colmar.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWYIyPOgfhrA1rGT-sL7ZfQUXOQP8vkNxapUyqc4smMac8UEwE6Y9dKVsPpZ7GN29sukvSewhylgGbbNFsNVGNZszNNiFdGlvlxSoWHgzHnPMdIcBZ5i_3jw_kM3gNqfrJO8hmOZdhUNc/s320/document+Colmar.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262017340792171586" border="0" /></a><br />Skilled in settings from archives to courthouses, our talented team of professionals offer your organization a turnkey solution for using your unique heritage.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">W. Dee Halverson</span> earned degrees in history at Brigham Young University and York University in England. Since founding <span style="font-style: italic;">Heritage Associates</span>, he has provided professional research and published works for nearly 200 clients worldwide. He is also a specialist in oral interviews, historical site evaluation, archive development and organization, litigation research, and genealogy. Trained in photography, and geography, his skills are well-used for research on location. Dee is fluent in German, a reading knowledge of French, is proficient in translating Old English and German scripts, and deciphering old handwritten texts. He is adept at handling the oldest papers, and using the newest technology.<div><br /></div><div><span style="font-weight: bold; ">Marty Halverson</span> attended BYU and studied in Salzburg, Austria and York, England. She is the co-founder of <i>Heritage Associates</i> and has collaborated with her husband Dee on several projects as a research historian, editor and writer. Marty has written thirteen children's history books, two family histories and has recently published her first novel, a book of historical fiction entitled <i>Son of a Gun</i>. Her on site photography is used in <span style="font-style: italic; ">Heritage Associates</span> publications, and she is the author of the company's blog .<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">James E. Robinson, CPA</span>, has been a successful executive of a network of home health care businesses throughout the Intermountain West. He specializes in corporate marketing and development for Heritage Associates.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A. Peter Halverson</span> has applied the latest in website architecture, searchable databases and digital printing techniques to our history-based projects. He supervises quality control and insures that your product is of the highest standard.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Marta Dansie</span> has developed state-of-the art graphics and text layout techniques in book design and publication, as well as digital scanning and restoration of images for historic use. She is a talented photographer, designer and graphic artist.<br /><br /><b>Heidi Ballou</b> provides digital transcription service for the firm’s heavy volume of oral- and video-history interviews.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Amy Robinson</span> specializes in book design, layout, image research and art history, and has expertise in graphic arts. Her access to the best photographic equipment, and knowledge of digital imagery has been featured in numerous <span style="font-style: italic;">Heritage Associates</span> books.<br /><br /><b></b><span style="font-style: italic;">Heritage Associates</span> has expertise in:<br />Museum and exhibit research and text.<br />Seminars and lectures.<br />Corporate events to celebrate anniversaries and other milestones.<br />Archival development.<br />International research.<br />Historical evaluation.<br />Interpretation of artifacts.<br />Evaluation of historical collections.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Travelin'Omahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18415472674768977723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110861243927965769.post-81191289021791284452011-10-21T15:19:00.000-06:002011-10-22T21:52:28.933-06:00Heritage Associates: Historian on Location<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXUmfOmyxjjipoQzuPXGfKQCLPR1SOC9ZLOGAH7704MzhtP2efMGF9yZCD8QO9XUJQEcNWQQ_dFMP3ccl5p0t9MAKGyBYDh3QhIpB4T2eMKbRqH63pOL_uogxobL5ONmxyHtXOwAhhI7c/s1600/IMG_0691.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvHceo4xKzEovnUAK8HS2AoeWhbO7qqLDNlkPwaFbA14mVkr5enPbuZMV7Bw17gM5S8X7UkYIuBmc9rWJdxuqRXTEeSAkmi6Yd6j83zASp_simWCAHwe0DvQxgmeJXbB0YVkq_-WJBCTw/s1600-h/Dee+in+library.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvHceo4xKzEovnUAK8HS2AoeWhbO7qqLDNlkPwaFbA14mVkr5enPbuZMV7Bw17gM5S8X7UkYIuBmc9rWJdxuqRXTEeSAkmi6Yd6j83zASp_simWCAHwe0DvQxgmeJXbB0YVkq_-WJBCTw/s320/Dee+in+library.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264932141612235490" border="0" /></a><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Dee in Lancaster, MA town Library</span></i><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Heritage Associates specializes in <a href="http://www.heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/research-locations.html">research on location</a>. (Click here for listing.) Primary sources found in local libraries and archives give valuable information not found anywhere else. Collections carefully preserved, now relegated to dusty basements, hold vast and sometimes unread details relevant to families, businesses and other organizations.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXUmfOmyxjjipoQzuPXGfKQCLPR1SOC9ZLOGAH7704MzhtP2efMGF9yZCD8QO9XUJQEcNWQQ_dFMP3ccl5p0t9MAKGyBYDh3QhIpB4T2eMKbRqH63pOL_uogxobL5ONmxyHtXOwAhhI7c/s320/IMG_0691.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666517512915558274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Marty in Trezesniow, Poland Library</span></i></div><div><br />Links to posts detailing some of the places where Heritage Associates has gathered history follow:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.travelinoma.blogspot.com/2008/02/searching-for-ghosts.html">Newfoundland</a><a href="http://www.travelinoma.blogspot.com/2008/02/searching-for-ghosts.html">:Searching for Ghosts</a><br /><a href="http://www.travelinoma.blogspot.com/2008/10/gathering-history-in-poland.html">Polish Roots</a><br /><a href="http://www.travelinoma.blogspot.com/2008/10/trzesniow-treasures.html">Trezesniow, Poland</a><br /><a href="http://www.travelinoma.blogspot.com/2008/10/poland-passages.html">Krakow, Poland and Beyond</a><br /><a href="http://www.travelinoma.blogspot.com/2008/04/check-out-czech.html">Czech Republic</a><a href="http://www.travelinoma.blogspot.com/2008/04/check-out-czech.html">: Check it Out</a><br /><a href="http://www.travelinoma.blogspot.com/2008/04/gathering-history-in-austria.html">Austria: Family Ties</a><br /><a href="http://www.travelinoma.blogspot.com/2008/02/attics-and-basements.html">British Isles: Attics and Basements</a><br /><a href="http://www.travelinoma.blogspot.com/2007/01/gathering-history.html">Brandywine, Pennsylvania</a><br /><a href="http://www.travelinoma.blogspot.com/2007/03/our-cabin.html">Ogden, Utah: Miles Goodyear Cabin</a><br /><a href="http://www.travelinoma.blogspot.com/2007/11/collecting-memories.html">Summit County, Utah: A Life Forgotten</a><br /><br /><br /></div></div>Travelin'Omahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18415472674768977723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110861243927965769.post-16663758679687208302011-10-04T21:42:00.009-06:002011-10-04T23:03:40.731-06:00Midway, Utah<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTdVv462R82YGbarA8F_8AMqVUG5KVS6wiuuIuZppnAl8m5FCgsM8B7kLVcYvV-jLrs9xHeyu7KK35WMa9b4mlIlY9qQ-xdd5tLV3eLU6Y9wnCmoosjZFFDP177VZykIT1KW_y7-xmxWM/s1600/The+House+that+Jack+Built.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTdVv462R82YGbarA8F_8AMqVUG5KVS6wiuuIuZppnAl8m5FCgsM8B7kLVcYvV-jLrs9xHeyu7KK35WMa9b4mlIlY9qQ-xdd5tLV3eLU6Y9wnCmoosjZFFDP177VZykIT1KW_y7-xmxWM/s320/The+House+that+Jack+Built.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659850770105752226" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">The House that Jack Built</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Sometimes referred to as the Mushroom House, this picturesque home in Midway, Utah has a story worthy of another name: <i>The House that Jack Built</i>. Dee Halverson recounts the history behind it's unique curved shingles, hidden turret and carriage house, and why a United States president was a frequent guest, in a new book <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">to be released in January, 2012. </span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>Midway: Portrait of a People<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> is a sequel</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">to </span><a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/11/midway-wasatch-county-utah.html">Midway: Portrait of a Town,</a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> and includes stories and photographs of each of the canyons surrounding the beautiful valley made famous by the 2002 Winter Olympics. Find out how a natural hot pot, owned by Swiss immigrants, </span></i>became part of the world-class <i>Zermatt Resort and Spa. </i>Unique photographs show views of the valley seen only by horseback and described by local old-timers who know the trails and tales by heart. A must-read for hikers, bikers, photographers and history buffs who love the Wasatch mountains. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">For more details on <i>Midway: Portrait of a People</i>, contact:</div><div style="text-align: center;">wdh@heritageassociates.com</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div>Travelin'Omahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18415472674768977723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110861243927965769.post-22899655626628874882011-09-18T22:45:00.002-06:002011-10-22T22:17:45.240-06:00Dee and Marty Halverson<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwKzIAXTb0X2xO65f3lRb0vY8ErrB0J00exJKN9sqJzj-1g1lyMfndjcLBG0weelmoIrw_md8zMSZtIscVyX5IoCNjak34uLfT5qg7Ar99XsPuur_lU3029up9sOGrwRDmwRHRdXaDGZw/s1600/DSCN3107_3.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwKzIAXTb0X2xO65f3lRb0vY8ErrB0J00exJKN9sqJzj-1g1lyMfndjcLBG0weelmoIrw_md8zMSZtIscVyX5IoCNjak34uLfT5qg7Ar99XsPuur_lU3029up9sOGrwRDmwRHRdXaDGZw/s320/DSCN3107_3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666536888063477666" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Marty and Dee Halverson</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/12/dee-halverson-history-of-historian.html"><span style="font-weight: bold;">W. Dee Halverson</span></a> earned degrees in history at Brigham Young University and York University in England. Since founding <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/contact-us.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">Heritage Associates</span></a>, he has provided professional research and published works for nearly 200 clients worldwide. He is also a specialist in oral interviews, historical site evaluation, archive development and organization, litigation research, and genealogy. Dee is fluent in German and has a reading knowledge of French. Proficient in translating Old English and German scripts, and deciphering old handwritten texts, he is adept at handling the oldest papers, and using the newest technology.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.travelinoma.blogspot.com/2007/10/dee-day.html">Dee</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> was born in Provo, Utah. He served a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Germany from 1965-1968. In 1969 he met Marty Bagley while on a BYU semester abroad in Salzburg, Austria, and they were married later that year. They have seven children and twenty grandchildren, and currently live in South Jordan, Utah.</span><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.travelinoma.blogspot.com/"><b>Marty Ann Halverson</b></a> is freelance editor and writer. Her passion for history, writing and family has resulted in thirteen children's books and two privately published family histories. She has co-authored four biographies with Dee and is his research assistant. Marty recently published her first historical novel, entitled <i>Son of a Gun</i>.<br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(73, 55, 40); line-height: 21px; font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(10, 1, 1); font-weight: bold; font-size:16px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px; font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0a0101;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"><b><br /></b></span></span><div id="pageBodyWrapper" style="color: rgb(73, 55, 40); font-size: 12px; clear: both; "><div id="pageBody"><div id="contentWrapper" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; padding-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(10, 1, 1); width: 848px; "><div id="content" style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><p style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 0em; "><br /><br /></p></div></div></div></div></span><br /></div></div>Travelin'Omahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18415472674768977723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110861243927965769.post-85903279012539904552011-08-05T08:59:00.003-06:002011-10-22T21:51:07.045-06:00Heritage Associates: Ghosthunters<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWkSz2DUcP5z9k6WggpH7UZTBwCl0eo_R4PGq8BACKn8l3E_aytac1DgmxnV_GX3T2eXkLjA71bfNBbooWP-6jCtc_z6WdatdmD8mVkU0so8gSLXZMRYweohwf_B9KhqG86eQ_Q4LHIGA/s1600/Opa+at+desk.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWkSz2DUcP5z9k6WggpH7UZTBwCl0eo_R4PGq8BACKn8l3E_aytac1DgmxnV_GX3T2eXkLjA71bfNBbooWP-6jCtc_z6WdatdmD8mVkU0so8gSLXZMRYweohwf_B9KhqG86eQ_Q4LHIGA/s320/Opa+at+desk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640523887288896818" border="0" /></a>
<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Some of <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/w-dee-halverson.html">Dee Halverson's </a>best friends are ghosts.
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<br />One particular ghost died in 1780, and Dee was hired to tell his story, to <span style="font-style: italic;">flesh him out</span>, so to speak. He started with the name of a cemetery in<span style="font-style: italic;"> Newfoundland</span>. Driving with his wife Marty along the rocky coast north of <span style="font-style: italic;">St. John's</span> bordering the Atlantic Ocean, they passed tiny fishing villages: <span style="font-style: italic;">Old Pelican</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Cupid's Bay</span>, and <span style="font-style: italic;">Come by Chance</span>. <span style="font-style: italic;">Heart's Content </span>was minuscule, but they finally saw the church spires and knew a cemetery would be close by.
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<br />Slippery rocks covered ground that was wet and spongy underfoot, with thistles and wild flowers everywhere. The tiny grave yard was perched on a steep slope plunging into the bay and there didn't seem to be an entrance.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGNjJEsjvoXCojKF3K86POWi_N8VVsEUIAX9WiZc-awvHf2650yHXElPBUpYjpISxr25l36XV7b6YOPgXyMspR3WinEzgeLRD76V7Z24DCzpVQ7P631679JEWkBwUQZlZpxt1JUBLaIpkc/s1600-h/HR-Under+highway+barrier.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGNjJEsjvoXCojKF3K86POWi_N8VVsEUIAX9WiZc-awvHf2650yHXElPBUpYjpISxr25l36XV7b6YOPgXyMspR3WinEzgeLRD76V7Z24DCzpVQ7P631679JEWkBwUQZlZpxt1JUBLaIpkc/s320/HR-Under+highway+barrier.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163019463098025922" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Marty Halverson, Heart's Content, Newfoundland, </span>
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<br />Since the guardrail was too high to climb over, they went under! Dee hiked around until he found the surname he was looking for, and on the headstone was all the information he needed: name, birth date, birthplace, parents, marriage date, wife and children.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVkq9jyGX-ujZL3Qt9mn0SC03JFGUFGV2QPPDPYsP48-j8YJFcNwd6W5zeTN0Nmsnl3kPClYOyr1T7u10FI0zyKyEAF3CoGIRLEVbDYeDEcTYXp3ZOAtZv7ldR50OEbDOqGrhpFZ-zC3XQ/s1600-h/HR-Dee+in+library+MA.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVkq9jyGX-ujZL3Qt9mn0SC03JFGUFGV2QPPDPYsP48-j8YJFcNwd6W5zeTN0Nmsnl3kPClYOyr1T7u10FI0zyKyEAF3CoGIRLEVbDYeDEcTYXp3ZOAtZv7ldR50OEbDOqGrhpFZ-zC3XQ/s320/HR-Dee+in+library+MA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163020051508545522" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Ghostbusting with Dee Halverson
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<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">At the small local library Dee requested histories written by local historians. The librarian went down to a dusty vault and brought up an applicable volume, handwritten in old-fashioned script.
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">News surrounding a ghost's life, pieced together with general history of the larger community, brought the ghost to life. The name of the ghost's shop, the location of his farm—he almost stepped through the wall and shook Dee's hand!
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD9fq4w4DGKh202Uo8hczAw2EDLw9snXrR9-WVH6Xkj9-r3ovMsKX1rku8QXaE8esR24fxxra_W4mQmUVGzMj6Ht8GHyM5KB-lKsnYllfC19UXe6PY5OSDVPz1lOVkXXltUpdbUpQNa0PG/s1600-h/HR-Maine.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD9fq4w4DGKh202Uo8hczAw2EDLw9snXrR9-WVH6Xkj9-r3ovMsKX1rku8QXaE8esR24fxxra_W4mQmUVGzMj6Ht8GHyM5KB-lKsnYllfC19UXe6PY5OSDVPz1lOVkXXltUpdbUpQNa0PG/s320/HR-Maine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163020283436779522" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Dee Halverson gathering history.
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<br /></div>People can be so insensitive to ghosts—it's spooky. If you know of any that need to be found, contact <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-you-need-heritage-associates.html">Heritage Associates</a>. Dee is haunted by the ones that are lost!
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<br /></div></div>Travelin'Omahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18415472674768977723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110861243927965769.post-40953509759396249332011-06-05T15:58:00.001-06:002011-10-22T21:51:07.047-06:00Heritage Associates Open House<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8vDaBL4leEWLivKkFYNMwtxjuur-7-RU3BrtNl-Bbad4a2SEduf667070x3_QBAGnofNB0RctF6byHPOvrnitRycCgMcH4iog5UF1qeM1k6HRpf7BU30BqEKsGw774tb8kNfhGL32NU/s1600/poster+for+open+house.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8vDaBL4leEWLivKkFYNMwtxjuur-7-RU3BrtNl-Bbad4a2SEduf667070x3_QBAGnofNB0RctF6byHPOvrnitRycCgMcH4iog5UF1qeM1k6HRpf7BU30BqEKsGw774tb8kNfhGL32NU/s320/poster+for+open+house.JPG" border="0" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:x-small;"><i>Heritage Associates is located in Salt Lake City</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/w-dee-halverson.html">W. Dee Halverson</a> of <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/contact-us.html">Heritage Associates</a> recommends that his clients <i>use</i> their history. Taking his own advice, Dee celebrated the 25th anniversary of his public history company with an open house.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-6rHcwBc3Wr3KsZiLyhY0-K1LQGwwpwmYwGETaHDXJiX2VDBZukqNuh3XVM6bsxa-BGvEVCKkDJ2SheD6byWLwcszkvvUnmckpgbKhA70_gbL8AnenQGyPUB6I6zEvbQA-oclrkZYs8g/s1600/open+house+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-6rHcwBc3Wr3KsZiLyhY0-K1LQGwwpwmYwGETaHDXJiX2VDBZukqNuh3XVM6bsxa-BGvEVCKkDJ2SheD6byWLwcszkvvUnmckpgbKhA70_gbL8AnenQGyPUB6I6zEvbQA-oclrkZYs8g/s320/open+house+.JPG" border="0" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:x-small;"><i>Dee and Marty, ready to party.</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table>It was an event for the history books! Displays of his work were arranged on tables and bookshelves. The associates themselves were amazed at the variety of stories they've told!<br /><br /><table class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTZB8eou7xR7rcxn8j_D5tRfZn3dGXRLtKSIyqnoGoW-owkuVLUL1XmFoYPdOPrxaUpBg6XEzxw1I8YGXnrxjXS3RoF1IB7_0RK4Yo0nTXPOZyK-UxYlu2NgS7mnZjB4mJWhyphenhyphen02t2FyXY/s1600/open+house+refreshments+.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTZB8eou7xR7rcxn8j_D5tRfZn3dGXRLtKSIyqnoGoW-owkuVLUL1XmFoYPdOPrxaUpBg6XEzxw1I8YGXnrxjXS3RoF1IB7_0RK4Yo0nTXPOZyK-UxYlu2NgS7mnZjB4mJWhyphenhyphen02t2FyXY/s320/open+house+refreshments+.JPG" border="0" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:x-small;"><i>Second floor of the historic Judge Building</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table>Historic photos of<a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/11/research-on-location.html"> places</a>—Las Vegas, Nevada to Bzianka, Poland—companies, such as Bonneville Corporation, Yesco, and Ireland Bank, and other <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/clients-and-projects.html">clients</a> (Stephen Bechtel, Fraser Bullock, Lou Callister and Rod Brady to name a few) decorated the walls. Original architectural plans for the <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2009/04/lds-conference-center.html">LDS Conference Center</a>, Trolley Square and the Armstrong Mansion were also on display.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />(Help yourself to refreshments!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4GbwNCOmYIot0f3P8OEa1FMXaeBFG1eQjgotl_uXciaoWIXwWQgYEEk1IDzg-7XIuGKwV64GcBhiG_yTVrHOt4spnBEkXhw6VUm7n_qQOD9ec6bFDBSOr_AI4qWofHRxHrUZC3WJ9vCg/s1600/Dee%2527s+bulletin+board.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4GbwNCOmYIot0f3P8OEa1FMXaeBFG1eQjgotl_uXciaoWIXwWQgYEEk1IDzg-7XIuGKwV64GcBhiG_yTVrHOt4spnBEkXhw6VUm7n_qQOD9ec6bFDBSOr_AI4qWofHRxHrUZC3WJ9vCg/s320/Dee%2527s+bulletin+board.JPG" border="0" height="241" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:x-small;"><i>Dee's inspiration board</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table>Because Dee does on-site work (archive management, organization and oral interviews) or original research, many of his long-time clients have never seen his office. It was fun to guide them through his collection of artifacts and point out pieces on his bulletin boards.<br /><br /><table class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheFW7XLdHP9_5Y3O2l7RHxM5tE9yVoXCl6lLXENXcanWDRU6ucFkgJieyrKA6bU2g7wGcw9IwMHtWJQPKEQ4ZKXsCn7VwUq_wUUD9YLcp_2aob6HgySxs_zMIKLiCfQck7FIdazZ5hxlk/s1600/open+house+book+display.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheFW7XLdHP9_5Y3O2l7RHxM5tE9yVoXCl6lLXENXcanWDRU6ucFkgJieyrKA6bU2g7wGcw9IwMHtWJQPKEQ4ZKXsCn7VwUq_wUUD9YLcp_2aob6HgySxs_zMIKLiCfQck7FIdazZ5hxlk/s320/open+house+book+display.JPG" border="0" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:x-small;"><i>Old friends</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">In twenty-five years, Heritage Associates has produced over fifty major books and twenty booklets, plus museum displays, plaques and other historical accounts. The open house was a giant show and tell. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><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;"></div><table class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfJiv-cYGjSgQcatOGETyf0sYU7fc0CKlaYa9Qo2tbdAWa_q_Wd3Bxz9OGc9aNNN2u-CsD_-6fcyKWB5z0mWtSHPb-GC65os_CDa9epZc_ZGcCSQfkUdrINZxlGrIv3a_AV8ZX2WWxGO0/s1600/hp_scanDS_85252220594.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfJiv-cYGjSgQcatOGETyf0sYU7fc0CKlaYa9Qo2tbdAWa_q_Wd3Bxz9OGc9aNNN2u-CsD_-6fcyKWB5z0mWtSHPb-GC65os_CDa9epZc_ZGcCSQfkUdrINZxlGrIv3a_AV8ZX2WWxGO0/s320/hp_scanDS_85252220594.jpg" border="0" height="301" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/12/roots-of-heritage-associates.html"><span style="font-size:x-small;"><i>British LDS Historical Sites, Preston England</i></span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">The real fun, however, was celebrating with friends who knew Dee back in the day.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCJyb10gBXHeU86ErksN-2Ec_Pc_tQDKIbubifJR-y4URZaVwKc-jlAuWuK2JfFD8cuGXbL0H023__zUHtNXkUpyqZ1dlfrEdv5mv1JrylUgKGcj-sxov4TfvB1jdu-RuWt2B2AmBLDKs/s1600/Dee+leaning+over+fence+color.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCJyb10gBXHeU86ErksN-2Ec_Pc_tQDKIbubifJR-y4URZaVwKc-jlAuWuK2JfFD8cuGXbL0H023__zUHtNXkUpyqZ1dlfrEdv5mv1JrylUgKGcj-sxov4TfvB1jdu-RuWt2B2AmBLDKs/s320/Dee+leaning+over+fence+color.jpg" border="0" height="320" width="213" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">Before he was an historical artifact himself!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Want to celebrate your life's history?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Contact W. Dee Halverson</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="mailto:wdh@heritageassociates.com">wdh@heritageassociates.com </a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Open house photos by <a href="http://www.martawrites.com/">Marta</a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Dee's photo by <a href="http://www.chalversonphotography.com/">Christie</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Travelin'Omahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18415472674768977723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110861243927965769.post-25979199664163254582011-04-04T22:16:00.016-06:002011-10-22T21:51:07.049-06:00Celebrating 25 Years!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDaUS2DrVHm2_sJv2U9V3cgaC_7P7KTuQAuQIMQviKBt5OU0bLO2F5ug56ykMPQzcRSYCsD450kz6UbjlilpuSmdDlikSNPgaYGl8Q9Fy7PipoOqACpQWRb6jcf3G-02szB1kuk8OKSg/s1600/Dee%2527s+Booklet.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDaUS2DrVHm2_sJv2U9V3cgaC_7P7KTuQAuQIMQviKBt5OU0bLO2F5ug56ykMPQzcRSYCsD450kz6UbjlilpuSmdDlikSNPgaYGl8Q9Fy7PipoOqACpQWRb6jcf3G-02szB1kuk8OKSg/s320/Dee%2527s+Booklet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591949029140033650" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Booklet designed by <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2009/05/amys-designs-conference-center.html">Amy Robinson</a></span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/who-are-our-experts.html">Heritage Associates </a>is in the memory business, and this year we're celebrating our own! With <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/12/roots-of-heritage-associates.html">roots</a> in York, England, our company opened its doors in Utah in 1986.<br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRGNBb7gb9H9Nder-2oNP091icl0nolCDVHur5ZsZKxV50Pt6P7hNEz8ZldhxLqO_iZS1sGxBUQLX3Tr7On1CXIO1fwYiw08xExNTHcpB885PcfA73fDzAwdUW8wTZG48J2LyfBz6l1B39/s1600-h/DSCN1508.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRGNBb7gb9H9Nder-2oNP091icl0nolCDVHur5ZsZKxV50Pt6P7hNEz8ZldhxLqO_iZS1sGxBUQLX3Tr7On1CXIO1fwYiw08xExNTHcpB885PcfA73fDzAwdUW8wTZG48J2LyfBz6l1B39/s320/DSCN1508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204898909350361570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Heritage Associates Office</span></span><br /><br /></div>Located in Salt Lake City just three blocks from the world famous LDS Family History Library, Heritage Associates also affiliates with Ancestry.com for <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/genealogy.html">genealogy</a> expertise. <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/clients-and-projects.html">Clients</a> range from individuals to international corporations, with a unique final product to meet specific requirements.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSZy-Uj-zYgel5qQfZWO6cYLNU1jobMw2sO6dOz-I5PD7ZMkQb6PYMklDEdpRzNdqSzgvapfhje29Rfq2WPPgbN5jOew_tH8soYOdmDUGIZLK4OQg0dJf9uf88GUBMj4vom0f7TUQWgJ5H/s1600-h/DSCN1506.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSZy-Uj-zYgel5qQfZWO6cYLNU1jobMw2sO6dOz-I5PD7ZMkQb6PYMklDEdpRzNdqSzgvapfhje29Rfq2WPPgbN5jOew_tH8soYOdmDUGIZLK4OQg0dJf9uf88GUBMj4vom0f7TUQWgJ5H/s320/DSCN1506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204898896465459666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Collectibles</span></span><br /><br /></div><a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/12/dee-halverson-history-of-historian.html">W. Dee Halverson</a> has twenty five years experience in writing<a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/11/corporate-history.html"> corporate</a> and <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2010/06/grass-creek-utah.html">public histories</a>. <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/research-locations.html">Research on location</a> for family history is a specialty, as is <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/11/litigation-research.html">legal research</a> for imperative historic details.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg46GFc8rgICzJFTV5EB22e4Q3WZ9Ig1KZbow1R5cn0jx4ez3u9MTMAsjsXAGUU9F_G1qb1ZHVRlV-7io8NOxLrKs9zFEar1H5TLMih5N4Ji7o2lgTGUU8ZvOKodAbwxqUwoo_-CXqO8LE/s1600/Opa's+Office+3.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg46GFc8rgICzJFTV5EB22e4Q3WZ9Ig1KZbow1R5cn0jx4ez3u9MTMAsjsXAGUU9F_G1qb1ZHVRlV-7io8NOxLrKs9zFEar1H5TLMih5N4Ji7o2lgTGUU8ZvOKodAbwxqUwoo_-CXqO8LE/s320/Opa's+Office+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480627842519332114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Dee and his associates</span></span><br /><br /></div>History books sometimes seem too dull to grab regular people by the lapel. What differentiates Halverson is his conviction that <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-publication.html">history is personal.</a> Dates and places in history books are important only when personalities jump out of the pages and make themselves memorable.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcfiBB4R_Qg6XSR5TCjjvKfzeNSG-uyU-3Fy0neOHUglOEMd29g3Sqy-8R8Q6CNfm_FLSowBxHCgehTd8HeRgHFDOSey5eVLgLjSpHDiZByN4nqXsBwx1I4LB5sAcWXMLXp8RH_oM6YlY_/s1600-h/DSCN1510.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcfiBB4R_Qg6XSR5TCjjvKfzeNSG-uyU-3Fy0neOHUglOEMd29g3Sqy-8R8Q6CNfm_FLSowBxHCgehTd8HeRgHFDOSey5eVLgLjSpHDiZByN4nqXsBwx1I4LB5sAcWXMLXp8RH_oM6YlY_/s320/DSCN1510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204899325962189298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Books by W. Dee Halverson</span></span><br /><br />For twenty five years, Dee has been telling good stories!<br />Celebrate with us.<br /><a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/contact-us.html">Tell your story!</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Travelin'Omahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18415472674768977723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110861243927965769.post-72139518344030935792011-01-28T14:26:00.021-07:002011-01-28T16:47:00.621-07:00Just Released!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-8whpBt85kfIM2uXQKP79-BraNH7c2V9avgf2HDP2fUNMYuepf6uG8XGMLU8VHU1iBYHRv1R0XQOXslF0lGG0gsoAO-zE7PGhZ29G7rUTyMc9_w7K7PW9VWp7PA6PgPw5iYj2RCyJEuc/s1600/IMG_6345.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-8whpBt85kfIM2uXQKP79-BraNH7c2V9avgf2HDP2fUNMYuepf6uG8XGMLU8VHU1iBYHRv1R0XQOXslF0lGG0gsoAO-zE7PGhZ29G7rUTyMc9_w7K7PW9VWp7PA6PgPw5iYj2RCyJEuc/s320/IMG_6345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567351516085467234" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Dream Big:</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">The Dan Huish Story</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/12/roots-of-heritage-associates.html">Heritage Associates'</a> newest biography is the story of a small-town boy with a big dream that came true.<br /><br /><a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/w-dee-halverson.html">Dee Halverson</a> conducted fifty-five oral interviews, including an interview with the founder of Costco, Jim Sinegal, to piece together the history of Huish Chemical. In-depth <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/11/corporate-history.html">corporate research</a> covered facilities in Bowling Green, KY; Dyersburg, TN; Houston, TX; Salt Lake City, Utah. Dee accurately portrays the explosive growth of a company that started with five employees, shipping fifty boxes of product a month, to 3,000 employees shipping six million boxes of product a month.<br /><br />Even more important, those closest to Dan shared <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2009/09/future-of-memories.html">personal memories </a>of what he's like as a son, brother, husband, father, father-in-law, grandfather, friend and employer. Privately published, this book is illustrated with photographs, articles and memorabilia and will be a treasure for coming generations.<br /><br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtjwsAtwIMSBcd3p9gans_IpqiqrFsHze7_66H3XHxduU_q7pWvSboCPEanlPuckupGFw-EexasMqF5xBzGgkzG3YTjhspUvWNZFfeCyqBVxE2fNB0e8h2a-R-tCQMGOLHRr58kC9QMtM/s1600/Heimat+front+cover+idea.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtjwsAtwIMSBcd3p9gans_IpqiqrFsHze7_66H3XHxduU_q7pWvSboCPEanlPuckupGFw-EexasMqF5xBzGgkzG3YTjhspUvWNZFfeCyqBVxE2fNB0e8h2a-R-tCQMGOLHRr58kC9QMtM/s320/Heimat+front+cover+idea.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567351510430219698" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Heimat: The Story of a Family</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Heritage Associate's most recent history is a narrative of the Mika, Przybyla, Wojton, Ross and Metzger and Jens families.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Research trips to Poland, <a href="http://travelinoma.blogspot.com/2008/10/gathering-history-in-poland.html">Czech Republic</a>, Austria, Germany and France uncovered lost details of <a href="http://travelinoma.blogspot.com/2009/01/bohemian-omas.html">seven generations.</a> This beautifully illustrated book tells stories of migration from small country villages to the imperial capital city of Vienna in the 1890's. The families survive events surrounding the collapse of the Hapsburg Empire after World War I, the rise and fall of the Third Reich and the post World War II occupation of Austria by the Soviet Red Army. Cousins still living in those countries, and <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2010/02/collecting-memories.html">friends</a> from long ago produced photos, maps and memories of everyday life during those times.<br /><br />Privately published for family members.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Does your family have a story that needs to be told?<br /><a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/contact-us.html">Heritage Associates</a> is in the memory business!<br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Graphic Designers: </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Dan Huish</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> cover by <a href="http://www.martawrites.com/">Marta Dansie</a>; </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Heimat</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> cover by <a href="http://www.secretofnimmy.blogspot.com/">Amy Robinson</a></span><br /><br /></div></div>Travelin'Omahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18415472674768977723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110861243927965769.post-81115865213696986632010-11-09T13:19:00.000-07:002010-11-09T13:19:07.409-07:00Historical Research<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJc0XfvzgGORjXkILCPZAM_51PfMaR9Z7pqjqtZZUvWrU-6eoeuFrH5ph7Kx_aZRbSMg2EGFqH43-4oZNeKhJzRe00g16Q2Wr7EmS4Gn_Qa9wty7JkiuWodTBUm8PkPDExg7e8b3ImQUo/s1600/DSCN5413_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJc0XfvzgGORjXkILCPZAM_51PfMaR9Z7pqjqtZZUvWrU-6eoeuFrH5ph7Kx_aZRbSMg2EGFqH43-4oZNeKhJzRe00g16Q2Wr7EmS4Gn_Qa9wty7JkiuWodTBUm8PkPDExg7e8b3ImQUo/s320/DSCN5413_2.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Dee Halverson in Midway, Utah</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div>"It is a shame that history is ever made dry<span style="font-family: inherit;"> and tedious, or offered as a chronicle almost exclusively of politics, war, and social issues, when, of course, it is the full sweep of human experience. Politics, war, and social issues are there to be sure, but also music, science, religion, medicine, weather, love, loss, livelihoods in small towns you never heard of. History is a spacious realm.</span>" <span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>—David McCullough</i></span><br />
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<a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/w-dee-halverson.html">Dee Halverson</a> of Heritage Associates is writing the history of mink ranching in Utah. Who knew Utah is the largest exporter of mink in the world? The mink ranchers know, and they're telling Dee all about it.<br />
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As every story does, this one has come alive with people: family businesses are rife with drama, jealousy, sacrifice; suspense: arson, theft; current events: imports to China, PETA activists freeing the animals; money—ever price a mink coat?<br />
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<a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/clients-and-projects.html">History is about life,</a> little known events and people who didn't make the headlines. But the stories have changed the world.<br />
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Do you have a story that ought to be told? <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/contact-us.html">Contact Dee Halverson at Heritage Associates, LLC. </a>Travelin'Omahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18415472674768977723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110861243927965769.post-91033106681514898152010-10-10T22:10:00.000-06:002011-10-22T21:52:28.934-06:00Heritage Associates: Clients and Projects<span style="font-style: italic;">HERITAGE ASSOCIATES, LLC </span>has done project for the following clients:<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Stephen D. Bechtel, Jr. / The Bechtel Group<br />Beneficial Life Insurance Company<br />Bonneville International Corporation<br />Dr. Rodney H. Brady<br />British LDS Historic Sites<br />Browning Arms Museum<br />D. Fraser Bullock, Salt Lake Olympic Committee<br />Louis H. Callister Biography<br />Stephen Mack Covey Biography<br />Thomas D. Dee II Biography<br />E.R. “Zeke” Dumke Family History<br />C.R. England & Sons Trucking<br />Robert H. Garff Biography<br />Royal Garff Biography<br />Geneva Steel Archive Collection<br />Miles Goodyear Cabin Restoration<br />Harris / Hite Family History<br />Intermountain Health Care History<br />Ireland Bank Corporation<br />Jones, Waldo, Holbrook & McDonough LLP<br />Keenan Family History<br />KSL Radio & Television<br />Rabbi Samuel Koch Family<br />LDS Conference Center<br />Edmund Littlefield Family History<br />Arch L. Madsen<br />Midway: Portrait of a Town<br />Mika / Przybyla / Ross Family History<br />NPS Pharmaceuticals, Inc.<br />Stephen L Richards Biography<br />Salt Lake City & County Building Restoration<br />Silver Creek Valley & The Town That Once Was<br />Roy & Elizabeth Simmons<br />St. Mark’s Hospital History<br />Elizabeth Dee Shaw Stewart<br />Summit County History of Sheep Ranching, Logging & Coal Mining<br />Utah Valley Regional Medical Center<br />M. Walker Wallace Family History<br />William Madison Wall<br />Wallsburg: A Valley of Dreams<br />Wattis Family History<br />Wheeler Machinery Company<br />Robert W. Barker Biography<br />R.C. Willey Home Furnishings<br />Young Electric Sign Company History<br />Dan Huish Biography<br />Tom Mullin Biography<br /><br /></div>Travelin'Omahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18415472674768977723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110861243927965769.post-13776355607418905862010-07-16T00:10:00.000-06:002011-10-04T23:03:40.733-06:00Midway, Utah<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_rUOVWlTLwElQZtHjYhJo-JxHppGfeuKdDJruAYmGCqq7HjP5xd5NFQPeDNzaW9ecbUkLMfU-hQUU3Ks4zSTusXa_20xCGOVMxED6n-mkdJGjHe_-xUvODEHDS0c-tl_oNlsx0vNc2CQ/s1600/Soldier+Hollows+horseback+5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_rUOVWlTLwElQZtHjYhJo-JxHppGfeuKdDJruAYmGCqq7HjP5xd5NFQPeDNzaW9ecbUkLMfU-hQUU3Ks4zSTusXa_20xCGOVMxED6n-mkdJGjHe_-xUvODEHDS0c-tl_oNlsx0vNc2CQ/s320/Soldier+Hollows+horseback+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493229600387869490" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Mining for Memories</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/w-dee-halverson.html">Dee Halverson</a> went on a mining expedition in <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/02/midway-utah-celebrates-150-years.html">Midway, Utah</a> last week. A hundred years ago, would-be millionaires made fortunes from silver in the neighboring valleys, but Dee was searching for something much more valuable. Memories.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAMWrqM9qBaPKOVwPjH8kw3En6sWYR78C1XRcRG0s-vocGUz7Y_H4Jx8SSEjgBDhuvTBcLbbAZ3VD_hbWaK5_Xk_sluc1Qu7159uzM3tXgaeT9-vksatQIjZSjgCgRwUfNgvcFYr6butU/s1600/Soldier+Hollows+horseback+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAMWrqM9qBaPKOVwPjH8kw3En6sWYR78C1XRcRG0s-vocGUz7Y_H4Jx8SSEjgBDhuvTBcLbbAZ3VD_hbWaK5_Xk_sluc1Qu7159uzM3tXgaeT9-vksatQIjZSjgCgRwUfNgvcFYr6butU/s320/Soldier+Hollows+horseback+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493229174655190530" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Kay Probst, Midway Utah</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Kay Probst has been exploring this valley for more than seventy years, and knows every canyon, trail and peak personally. Devil's Hole, Sid's Canyon, Bonner Hollow, Dutch Fields, Gerber Springs, Snake Creek, Jesse's Mound—there are stories for dozens of campfires, heroes for every bike ride and villains for every hike.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT7Y4UbkFc9oB-EbpBrTC7qjuVIHPR5g50MKqJ92wGA-wFjYAlga45msKLmaKLGgaUtGxu4zgtbi-iMrYxqBH96zjN0RjaQXMJfweK0gValRnGC50F3dRohxndiByirK8xA0_hVh7SBK8/s1600/Midway+Timp.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT7Y4UbkFc9oB-EbpBrTC7qjuVIHPR5g50MKqJ92wGA-wFjYAlga45msKLmaKLGgaUtGxu4zgtbi-iMrYxqBH96zjN0RjaQXMJfweK0gValRnGC50F3dRohxndiByirK8xA0_hVh7SBK8/s320/Midway+Timp.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487339394406921682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Mount Timpanogos from Memorial Hill, Midway Utah</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">History is scattered all around Midway if you know what to look for. The town hall, a pot-rock saw, the <span style="font-style: italic;">House That Jack Built</span>, an old sheep camp, hot pots, Memorial Hill—the mountains themselves have stories to tell.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRQA5RH-5f29mInc3HVRx63olUG2RJJnJdeZA4eI8xfBM6nIZ2XTq-2kpV_XpyFAcnY_v8F_66duBJWA7aEh4bF2WLnWB-lC_3ozpxuiAas3T5u2gcgn0gMPXQsvVWCKCAbmjOiV2EzuU/s1600/MIdway+1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRQA5RH-5f29mInc3HVRx63olUG2RJJnJdeZA4eI8xfBM6nIZ2XTq-2kpV_XpyFAcnY_v8F_66duBJWA7aEh4bF2WLnWB-lC_3ozpxuiAas3T5u2gcgn0gMPXQsvVWCKCAbmjOiV2EzuU/s320/MIdway+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487339634633754866" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Over the mountain to Park City and Brighton</span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">They just need to be written down. <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/11/oral-history.html">Heritage Associates</a> is making sure they won't be lost to future generations by mining for memories. <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/11/midway-wasatch-county-utah.html">Midway: Portrait of a Town</a> was published in 2003. <span style="font-style: italic;">Midway: Portrait of a People</span> will be available for Christmas.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdY8EFqFmTrxOt91TTfK16mEQVy4F008SeeMdy8XimvlWcv8w5VDjAkKprkdGPBepyfja-Den5usIqzJnd2m6jnMnmACoDvp_wITlqEJFh9rbVfQQmQvlhyGoJQlO0r-K4HrY1QMg8MUw/s1600/Soldier+Hollows+horseback+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdY8EFqFmTrxOt91TTfK16mEQVy4F008SeeMdy8XimvlWcv8w5VDjAkKprkdGPBepyfja-Den5usIqzJnd2m6jnMnmACoDvp_wITlqEJFh9rbVfQQmQvlhyGoJQlO0r-K4HrY1QMg8MUw/s320/Soldier+Hollows+horseback+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493229014306923314" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Photos by Scott Robinson</span></span><br /><br />Dee will follow anyone anywhere for a good story.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /></div></div></div></div><br /></div></div>Travelin'Omahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18415472674768977723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110861243927965769.post-25720149883615871962010-06-26T01:00:00.001-06:002011-10-22T21:52:28.936-06:00Dee's Projects<div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt08-gRXUNxPc0XgFI1R_2y0yYxL6Jdk4kwVSqxqenRhNJf9ZRNYPUNpY-EYEROYB34NGCFljn-YKGkE9FwRVzpSp4_1yZz31rRZixeKHwfpEUHYzfHJcj_UkaG1r9v-kPgvjuxp0dsAG3/s1600-h/DSCN1824_2.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt08-gRXUNxPc0XgFI1R_2y0yYxL6Jdk4kwVSqxqenRhNJf9ZRNYPUNpY-EYEROYB34NGCFljn-YKGkE9FwRVzpSp4_1yZz31rRZixeKHwfpEUHYzfHJcj_UkaG1r9v-kPgvjuxp0dsAG3/s320/DSCN1824_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338538513405600194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 320px;" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >"Nobody trusts a young historian."</span><br /><br /></div>The door opened and I heard the jingle of Dee's keys as he put them on the table. Then I heard his briefcase thump as he dropped it on the chair. I went in to say hello and was startled to see his mud-streaked pants. He looked miserable! His arms and the backs of his hands had splotches of caked, dried mud spotting them, his shirt was damp and dirty and there were patches of mud on his forehead when he removed his wet baseball hat.<br /><br />"What happened to you?" I asked. In a pathetic whimper he said, "Dear, I've had a really bad day."<br /><br />He peeled off his wet and dirty duds, washed the mud out of his hair, and came into the kitchen shaky with hunger. After a restorative ham sandwich, he was able to tell me his tale.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy60ehDu3jsUa8r9-5i3XZDnK7GIUdUtTsaoiwBhRAgIcUAQY_qXmtCayPvLCuYLQyFwTQnoCcqpTPx0O8VFem9dtrG_EFQ066Ag9TVvVDQXpaDSFJG-yt5PdGme3vzSpG1Ez5-1D4wK7m/s1600-h/DSCN1698_2.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy60ehDu3jsUa8r9-5i3XZDnK7GIUdUtTsaoiwBhRAgIcUAQY_qXmtCayPvLCuYLQyFwTQnoCcqpTPx0O8VFem9dtrG_EFQ066Ag9TVvVDQXpaDSFJG-yt5PdGme3vzSpG1Ez5-1D4wK7m/s320/DSCN1698_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338538508285778002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Dee puts the <span style="font-style: italic;">story</span> in history.</span><br /><br /></div>Dee is writing a second volume about the <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/11/midway-wasatch-county-utah.html">history of Midway, Utah</a>, this time detailing the stories of more contemporary events and people. He had an interview scheduled with a former mayor. The 80+ year-old rancher met Dee at the town hall, riding a<span style="font-style: italic;">Mule</span>. It does everything the animal does: packs a load and is sure-footed on steep curves. But it's more like a 4-wheel drive golf cart, open on the sides for a breezy ride.<br /><br />The mayor wanted to show Dee some particular accomplishments of his administration, and said they could get there easier in the Mule. Dee hopped aboard and they toured the irrigation ditches and discussed bringing water to the desert community in pioneer times. They visited some of the numerous old homes, and drove up to the top of Snake Creek Canyon. It was a great interview from both perspectives. The mayor had lots to talk about and finally somebody anxious to listen, and Dee was filling in many gaps in his research. There's no source like an original source, and this guy had actually lived Dee's story.<br /><br />Suddenly there was a lightning bolt and an immediate crash of thunder. A cloudburst drenched them both within seconds. The rain wasn't falling down, it was being blown sidewards right through the open sides of the cart. The rancher knew all the hide-a-ways, and drove quickly to a passageway under the road where sheep cross without blocking traffic. The men clamored out of their cart and slid down to the tunnel, where they stood, sheltered from the pelting rain, listening to the fireworks going off in the sky. After about 30 minutes, the clouds cleared, and the sun came out.<br /><br />As Dee was climbing the slick mud hill back up to the road, he lost his footing and slid, finally losing his balance and landing face first in the sludge. Embarrassed in front of his weathered guide, he said it was nothing, he was fine. He must have convinced the old guy, because he continued the excursion around the valley while Dee air-dried.<br /><br />When he was dropped off back at the town hall, the mud was too wet to brush off, and not dry enough to chip off, but on the hour-long drive home it hardened and most of the big chunks fell off when he climbed out of the car. He staggered to our door and burst inside in a poof of dust.<br /><br />Some people think historians just sit in a library and memorize dates. Not always. Lots of the time they're exploring interesting places looking for clues to unravel a mystery. The clues are in the types of mortar used in the buildings, the way the stones were cut, the tools left forgotten in the back of an ancient barn. There are clues in irrigation records, carved in tree trunks, and especially in the memories of old folks who did things the hard way and built a community.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji2sIKmRqm-pv1EfL3F5DUlKEWlhg4P2qzBqJVRaa9xkkw95P6RvtrBJ46VkeUPP8ypLr1a-i6oLZRBDNLeN_57wf1aZ6IZTaWYVgi9BwhfmASJIdNwRUAVFNPyqqwTP1t0Z9aU2krAPbB/s1600-h/cabin+logs.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji2sIKmRqm-pv1EfL3F5DUlKEWlhg4P2qzBqJVRaa9xkkw95P6RvtrBJ46VkeUPP8ypLr1a-i6oLZRBDNLeN_57wf1aZ6IZTaWYVgi9BwhfmASJIdNwRUAVFNPyqqwTP1t0Z9aU2krAPbB/s320/cabin+logs.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338563220091910354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" border="0" /></a><a href="http://travelinoma.blogspot.com/2007/03/our-cabin.html"><span style="font-size:78%;">Miles Goodyear Cabin</span></a><br /></div><br />Dee writes about many previously unknown heroes who made a difference in the past that made an impact on the future. They crossed rivers, stood against enemies, harvested boulders, chopped down trees, faced fire and floods, and probably had a lot of really bad days. I think Dee takes pleasure in having a bad day of his own once in a while, while pursuing and telling their stories.<br /><br />Who in your past made a difference? What difference are you making for the future? If you've ever found yourself wallowing in the mud, writing about how you got out is really important. It might make a difference to somebody else when they have a really bad day. That's <span style="font-style: italic;">your </span>history, in the making.</div>Travelin'Omahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18415472674768977723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110861243927965769.post-40351198389205196722010-06-14T09:00:00.006-06:002011-10-04T23:05:49.576-06:00Grass Creek, Utah<div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2UoUx0gDO0ZUdPXxePTmTGzWuDpLPRBy5Tm7vQ1bYs5lD8VCzQO9HJZARd6pFUhYe0Y_Z0qi8f0UXiEnDoSqKj-Bu-zMdN3IlAaCPPGe5PBC4Ifu0Xt5eKfKIp2jmR4QVrvmUc-77AqKZ/s1600-h/Rockport.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2UoUx0gDO0ZUdPXxePTmTGzWuDpLPRBy5Tm7vQ1bYs5lD8VCzQO9HJZARd6pFUhYe0Y_Z0qi8f0UXiEnDoSqKj-Bu-zMdN3IlAaCPPGe5PBC4Ifu0Xt5eKfKIp2jmR4QVrvmUc-77AqKZ/s320/Rockport.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134832006777650770" border="0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /></a><a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/w-dee-halverson.html">Dee Halverson</a> was recently hunting ghosts in the desert mountain canyons and valleys east of Park City, Utah. He was <span>searching</span> for memories of Grass Creek, a thriving town that once had over 500 residents, a school, church, and railroad station from 1860, but totally disappeared in about 1965.<br /><br />There is almost no evidence of the huge coal mines and boarding houses, and the numerous company homes on that property. The local folks <span>made</span> memories here: The kids used to ice skate a couple of miles to the one-room school house, and ride their horses along the train tracks the 1/2 hour it took to reach the wild, booming silver mining town of Park City. There they tied up their horses on Main Street while they visited the movie theater for a matinee. </div><div><br /></div><div>The residents took in homeless people, giving food, board and often work to get them on their feet. There were romances, feuds, deaths and births. But although they <span style="font-style: italic; ">made</span> memories, nobody <span style="font-style: italic; ">kept </span>them. They aren't written down anywhere. There are very few photos, no scrapbooks, letters or journals. The history is as blank as the landscape.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">Outlaws had hideouts in the vicinity, and fortunes were discovered and lost on a daily basis. But who? How? The stories are no less interesting just because we haven't heard them. The ghosts can't hide from this history detective. </span></span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWJC6i1dyudQ3ApyqmDzj0cX7wgC35OlUy7ee00Vw0z4R86tkQhoRcOSsAQdqyYosaZUrvhB_3Vnw9DXWt7LkFQ8WV-ZgEbpyB5RVlUe9NON3413ABhbtK3CP0Mx0RfFvR131vue_ahlbr/s1600-h/Dee+at+Zermatt+Resort.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWJC6i1dyudQ3ApyqmDzj0cX7wgC35OlUy7ee00Vw0z4R86tkQhoRcOSsAQdqyYosaZUrvhB_3Vnw9DXWt7LkFQ8WV-ZgEbpyB5RVlUe9NON3413ABhbtK3CP0Mx0RfFvR131vue_ahlbr/s320/Dee+at+Zermatt+Resort.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134834734081883746" border="0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /></a><br /></div><div>Have some ghost towns to haunt or some ghosts to be busted? <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-you-need-heritage-associates.html">Heritage Associates</a> specializes in dead people. <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/contact-us.html">Contact us</a> in Salt Lake City, Utah at 801-532-2561.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Travelin'Omahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18415472674768977723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110861243927965769.post-23967157908607103972010-04-12T14:08:00.002-06:002011-10-04T23:05:49.581-06:00Opening Doors to the Past<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjozzMfHT_MYqfF6avTIkdoRP1GqfzZClQTamrVV-0PRve3EN7FBummuZrjrAmnTH19Eo6-S1a3tNiTNojPaLJ_BQJU2y5pWx39nLXbb3OjCTLub1gdBpBncO_A_fmhlG90YaIQrROfsC4/s1600/IMG_0327.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjozzMfHT_MYqfF6avTIkdoRP1GqfzZClQTamrVV-0PRve3EN7FBummuZrjrAmnTH19Eo6-S1a3tNiTNojPaLJ_BQJU2y5pWx39nLXbb3OjCTLub1gdBpBncO_A_fmhlG90YaIQrROfsC4/s320/IMG_0327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459335657550370818" border="0" /></a>
<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-you-need-heritage-associates.html">W. Dee Halverson</a> at Heritage Associates, opens doors to the past.
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<br /><a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/genealogy.html">Genealogy</a>, <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/11/corporate-history.html">corporate histories,</a> <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/11/litigation-research.html">legal research</a>, or family history <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/10/research-locations.html">research on location</a>, are specialties, but those are just the keys. Opening the door requires a story-teller.
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<br /><div style="text-align: left;">Academic histories, while fascinating to a historian, are often too dull to grab regular people by the lapel. What differentiates Halverson from academics is his conviction that history is personal. The dates and places in history books are important only if real personalities jump out of the pages and make themselves memorable. Currently Dee is writing the history of a coal mining community which has now disappeared into the dust.
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<br />"One of the most important tasks of a coal miner's wife was having a tub of water heating on the stove ready for the grimy workman to jump into on his return from a twelve-hour shift.
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<br />"Lucille Judd, a 93-year-old Grass Creek native recalled, 'In Grass Creek there was only one water source for washing, cooking and bathing. We called it the Town Pump. The townspeople would all line up on Saturday with their buckets and tubs to get water for the family's weekly baths. They would be there again on Sunday night to get water for Monday wash day. I think the only place with running water in Grass Creek was Mrs. Buchanan's boarding house.'"
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<br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;">Many of today's ghost towns were prosperous mining camps, boom towns built upon silver, gold and even coal. But they might as well have been built upon sand, for they bloomed briefly, then faded and died. Sometimes they were deserted overnight when the miners left to answer the call of rich strikes elsewhere. More often the mines died gradually when their veins pinched out, or when underground water flooded their shafts.
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<br />Not many people alive today can remember Grass Creek when hundreds of miners, speaking a dozen different languages, made their way up the six-mile canyon. Or when schools, boarding houses, saloons and homes crowded streets, and picnics, dances and daily chores crowded lives. But no matter its size or how long its life, <a href="http://heritageassociates.blogspot.com/2008/11/midway-wasatch-county-utah.html">historic towns</a> like Grass, Creek, Utah should be remembered—if only as places where people lived, loved and died.
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