Showing posts with label Wyoming (Sheridan). Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wyoming (Sheridan). Show all posts

Tuesday, June 30, 2026

Friday, June 30, 1876. A rainy day.

The wounded from the Battle of the Little Big Horn reached the steamer Far West.  It was a rainy day.

The steamer departed at 1:40, continually hitting the banks of the river on the way downstream.

The Cheyenne who had been at Little Big Horn had moved down near where they had fought Crook on the Rosebud.  They were pursuing game.

Gibbon was left completely in charge of his command at 4:00 p.m. that day.  A roster was called of the 7th Cavalry to see who remained.

Frank Grouard, who was half polynesian, and who had been captured by, and had lived with, the Sioux as a young man, taking a Sioux wife.  In spite of that close association he later "escaped" and became a scout.  His biography is particularly odd and complicated and this barely touches on it.

Crook's troops remained in camp on Goose Creek on what was a rainy day there as well.  Scout Frank Grouard went sent scouting and returned finding nothing.  In fact, Sitting Bull's camp was moving straight for them.

Three miners strayed into the camp and told Crook that natives had told them of a large battle in which cavalrymen had been wiped out. Crook didn't believe them and began to organize a hunting party into the Bighorns in what would become one of the greatest hunting and fishing expeditions of all time.

Last entry:

June 29, 1876. Evacuating the wounded and turning east.

Thursday, October 30, 2025

Tuesday, October 30, 1945. Rushing the Nationalist North.

The Sheridan Press reported that the Nationalist Army, whom they reported as "regulars", were being rushed to Mongolia to fight the Communists.

That was correct.  The U.S. was aiding in that effort through air lifting.



A local brewer that no longer exists advertised in the issue:


The common belief is that most local breweries didn't survive the Great Depression, but Sherida Brewing did.  Casper Brewing did as well.

Out Our Way for this day:


This shows how rural the country remained at the time.  Out Our Way was a nationally syndicated cartoon, but you'd have to be a hunter to really understand the cartoon.  

Finally, from that front page:


Father 31?  Son 18.

That would mean the father was 13 when the son was born. . . 

Shoot, the father was well within the conscription age himself.

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Monday, October 29, 1945. Noting the Chinese Civil War.


Wednesday, October 29, 2025

Monday, October 29, 1945. Noting the Chinese Civil War.

The press noted the outbreak of a civil war in China. . . which in fact had been going on for a couple of decades, having broken out in August, 1927.




Sheridan was very obviously considering the City Manager form of government.

There are three types of municipal governments under Wyoming's law.  Strong Mayor and Council.  City Manager and City Commissioner, the latter of which has never been adopted by any Wyoming municipality.

Sheridan does have the City Manager form of government, although I don't know if they opted for it in 1945.  Casper and Laramie also have that form of government, and apparently Laramie did by 1945.  Here too I'm surprised, as I didn't realize the option went back that far.


Yet another war related loan drive.



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Saturday, October 27, 1945. Navy Day.

Tuesday, February 20, 2024

Today In Wyoming's History: Major Gale "Buck" Cleven

Today In Wyoming's History: Major Gale "Buck" Cleven:  

Major Gale "Buck" Cleven

 


In the Apple TV series Masters of the Air, one of the characters is Maj. Gale "Buck" Cleven, who reports himself as being from Casper twice in the first episode.

Who was he, and was he really from Casper?

Clevens was born in Lemmon, South Dakota, on December 27, 1918, just after the end of World War One.  His family moved to Casper when he was still a child, although I'm not certain when, as they moved first to Lusk, in 1920.  He likely was a 1937 graduate from Natrona County High School, the only high school in Casper at the time (Natrona County had a second one in Midwest).  Following graduating from high school, he attended the University of Wyoming while also working on drilling crews as a roughneck.

He did, in fact, move at some point to Casper, where he was employed as a roughneck on drilling crews.  He used the money he earned to attend the University of Wyoming and was enrolled by the fall of 1937, presumably right after high school.  His name appears in the social pages of The Branding Iron as having had a date attend the men's residence hall October dance.  He was a guest of a different young lady at the 1939 Tri Delts Halloween sorority dance.  The same year he was apparently in a fraternity, as he's noted as having attended the Phi Delta Theta dance with, yes, another young lady.  In February 1939 he went to a fraternity dance with Nova Carter, whom I believe I'm related to by marriage.  A year later, February 1940, he took a different gal to the same dance.

He left UW in 1941 to join the Army, intent on being a pilot.  The October 21, 1943, edition of the UW Student Newspaper, The Branding Iron, notes him (inaccurately) as being stationed in North Africa and having received the Distinguished Service Cross, which he in fact did receive for piloting his badly stricken plane from Schweinfurt to North Africa, the flight path taken on that raid. This even is depicted in Masters of the Air.  The Branding Iron noted that he had attended UW for three years.  In June, 1944, the student newspaper reported him a POW.  He's noted again for a second decoration in the March 2, 1944, edition, which also notes that he was a Prisoner of War.

As depicted in Masters of the Air, his B-17 was in fact shot down over Germany.  He ended up becoming a POW, as reported in the UW paper, at Stalag Luft III for 18 months, after which he escaped and made it to Allied lines.  He was put back in the cockpit after the war flying troops back to the United States.

Following the war, he was back at the University of Wyoming.  He graduated from UW with a bachelor's in 1946.  He apparently reentered the Air Force after that, or was recalled into service, and served in the Korean War, leaving the Air Force around that time.

He was on the Winter Quarter 1954 UW Honor Roll and obtained a Masters Degree, probably in geology, from UW in 1956.  Somewhere in here, he obtained a MBA degree from Harvard and an interplanetary physics doctorate from George Washington University.  

He married immediately after the war in 1945 to Marjorie Ruth Spencer, who was originally from Lander Wyoming.  They had known each other since childhood.  She tragically passed away in 1953 while visiting her parents, while due to join Gale at Morton Air Force Base in California.  Polio was the cause of her death, and unusually her headstone, in Texas, bears her maiden name.  Reportedly, her death threw Cleven into a deep depression.  He married again in 1955, to Esther Lee Athey.

His post-war career is hard to follow.  He flew again during the Korean War, as noted, which would explain the gap between his bachelors and master’s degrees, and probably his doctorate.  He's noted as having served again during the Vietnam War, and also has having held a post at the Pentagon.  He was in charge of EDP information at Hughes Aircraft.  Given all of that, it's hard to know if an intended career in geology ever materialized, or if his World War Two service ended up essentially dominating the remainder of his career in the form of military service.  The interplanetary physics degree would and employment by Hughes would suggest the latter.  His highest held rank in the Air Force was Colonel.

Following retirement, he lived in Dickenson, North Dakota, and then later at the Sugarland Retirement Center in Sheridan.  He died at age 86 in 2006, and is buried at the Santa Fe National Cemetery in Santa Fe, New Mexico, his marker noting service in three wars.

Thursday, October 18, 2018

Traveling for Boots

Main Street, Casper Wyoming.

When I was a boy here, which is now a very long time ago, there were at least two downtown stores that sold boots for outdoorsmen.  There may have been more, but I know that there were at least two.

One of them was a shoe store that carried the Red Wing brand, among other offerings.  Around the time I was a senior in high school, by which time my feet had quit growing, I bought, or rather my father bought for me, a pair or Red Wing logging boots.  They were my first real pair of really good purpose built outdoor boots, replacing the cheaper Red Wing type boots I wore as a kid, and a pair of very well worn Corcoran paratrooper boots I'd acquired from the Civil Air Patrol while I was in junior high.

For those who don't know, logging boots and boots in that family, are the best rough country boot around. They're fantastic.  Far better than the synthetic "boots" so many wear today.  And the Red Wing loggers were typical.  I wasn't the only one who had a pair, another one of my friends did. The boots lasted for years and years, being on endless hunting trips in all kinds of terrain around Wyoming, serving me as a geology student in the field, where they went up and down ridges in New Mexico and Colorado, and even being my footgear (they had steel toes) when I worked on a drilling rig one summer.  I don't know when they finally gave up the ghost, but it would have been probably around ten years ago, at which time they'd have had decades of use.

Before they died (and I'd acquired various other more narrow purpose boots in the meantime), I lucked into two pairs of Hathorn boots, a brand built by Whites.  One pair is their Farmer and Rancher boot, and the other their Smokejumper boot.  They were being carried by Big R, a farm and ranch store here locally, and they were their demonstrator models that were in my small foot size.  They were half off in price.

For those who don't know, everything built by Whites is fantastic.  They're the Mercedes Benz of outdoors boots.  These two pair are the most comfortable shoes I own and I'd wear them every day but for the fact you really can't in my daily job.

My son is now at the age where his feet aren't going to get any bigger. So it was time for some outdoor boots.  Easy task?  

Not so much.

My what a change in local offerings.  We looked everywhere.  The old shoe store downtown has been closed for years.  The other place I know that had boots closed in the 1970s, I think, and the couple of other places that used to have hunting boots locally are gone as well.  One store downtown that used to carry Whites no longer does, and the store that replaced Big R doesn't either.

In their place are various places that advertise boots. But they are overwhelmingly the type of boots, cheap boots in my view, that are aimed at men working in the oilfield. They aren't good outdoorsmen's boots and aren't worth having in my view.  A couple of sporting goods stores offer the modern composite type boot which is nothing better than a light hiker.  And two offer Danners, which are legendary, but Danner's boots offered here locally are invariably insulated, which isn't something that's universally a good thing for outdoorsmen.  Light hikers are fine for trails, but they're not a serious boot either, which serious outdoorsmen usually learn at their expense.  We could find, literally, nothing.

Now, in fairness, before I go on, a Red Wing store just opened here.  I didn't bother to go there.  We probably should have, but this point we determined to go the one place nearby. . . 120 miles distant, that we knew had Whites and Hathorns.  A store in Sheridan.

It's a great little locally owned store.  It has a fantastic selection of boots of all types.  It carried Hathorns and Whites in stock, and in more than one variety.  We were in luck.

But what an odd odd development.

In 1981, when I was young, you could get logging boots.  And I suspect that if I'd gone next door to where I'd gotten those, I could have gotten smoke jumpers.  I know that I could have gotten smoke jumpers or great packers in that latter store as recently as the 90s anyhow, and maybe more recently than that.

Not now.  Now, everything for a person's foot, shoe wise, is either going to be an oilfield boot of dubious utility for anything else, or a light hiker.

It probably makes sense that the store in Sheridan has a better offering, even if it's in a smaller town. The oilfield isn't a big deal in Sheridan and the mountains are.  It's a tourist town too, with some of those tourist being people headed out in the game fields and the fishing streams.  So there's likely a ready set market.

But you would think things would be different in Casper.  They should be, really.

Monday, December 14, 2015

Tuesday, December 14, 1915. A petition.


Native American Rev. Red Fox James PH D. D. D (Red Fox Skiuhushu) presumed to be from the Blackfoot Tribe of Montana, arrived in Washington D.C. after riding 4,000 miles on horseback from state to state seeking approval for a day to honor Native Americans. His starting point was the Crow Reservation in Montana, or Sheridan Wyoming.

He presented his petition on this day.

He was  an active member of the Society of American Indians and was the Most High Chief of the Tipi Order of America. He was also the first to organize the Indian Boy Scouts in America, at the United States Indian School in Carlisle, Pennsylvania.

He had been born in Canada in 1884 and lived to at least 1946.

The ride is the origin of Native American Heritage Month.

Central Park in New York on this day:

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Sunday, December 12, 1915. Allied failure in Macedonia.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Sunday, August 22, 1909. Telephone lines.

Msgr Leon Cristiani invoked the blessing of St. Joan d'Arc upon Miss Therese Belin, curing her of tuberculosis. 

Today In Wyoming's History: August 22:1909  Construction began on Sheridan based telephone lines.  Attribution:  Wyoming State Historical Society.

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