The date these photos were taken is not known. It was after the 1924 because many of the buildings are still part of Yelm’s downtown today (2011)
J. A. McKenzie and family were guests at a Christmas dinner given by J. C. Conine and family.
Lars Christian Christiansen, a young man about 20, the son of Hans Christiansen, a recentl yarrived Dane was drowned Friday morning in the Deschutes river about six miles above Yelm. He was trying to cross the swollen stream on a foot log formed by recently felled tree., when he suddnly lost hi balance, fell into the rive and was swept by the swift current under the log nd drowned.
The recnt cold weather brought about an inch of snow in the vicinity the temperature oing diwn as low as 13 above.
The Good Roads Association of this district, at a meeting last Saturday chose Lee Conine, Chauncey Grover, and A. B. Smith as candidates for riad supervisor in the district.
A Mancke was chosen leader, Mr. Gallivan president and P. J. Martin secretary when the local band was reorganized last week.
The little son of Mr. & Mrs. C. J. Hughes has been very ill with pneumonia.
J. C. Conine & F. J. Osborne have returne from Los Angeles where they spent the winter.
W. E. McNett has gone int0 the logging business with A. B. Hughes of Centralia and wil begin work soon on a tract between Bucoda and Tono.
J. C. Conine was part of the American rural tradition. In Ohio, Iowa, and Washington he lived in the countryside on a farm. That scene in America was becoming less prominent during his lifetime, but his was never an urban life. In Yelm, farming would be the major source of employment during Conine’s life there. J. C. Conine’s story provides a window into forty years of farming in Thurston County.
From a Homestead claim Conine built up a ranch spread over 400 acres of pasture and forests. Years later, an undated article described it this way:
The Conine place was at one time one of the finest in the northwest and provided hay and range for a large number of cattle, both beef and dairy. The place has a lot of bottom land on it and grows plenty of hay.
Joseph’s daughter Jennie painted the following of life on the Conine homestead:
We had to hustle home from school to weed the garden, dig spuds, pick apples and berries, help top and load wagons with beets and carrots for the cattle in winter, help milk, get wood, get the rutabagas and cabbage in for winter, make sour kraut and such like. Mamma used to knit socks and stockings, make us shoes and get the vine maple to make pegs to tack the soles on with. If a sheep died we would pull the wool off, wash it and card it by hand to make quilts, also some carpet rags for carpets. Mamma would weave the carpet. Had straw under the carpet and also straw ticks or feather ticks for our beds.
The thrashers would come to thrash our grain with about 10 or 12 horses and as many men. Some times would be there for a week or more. We had to feed them and wash dishes. Besides milking about 25 or 30 cows, set all the milk away in pans for the cream to rise. Then skim and churn, then all the pans to wash and skim milk for the pigs. Churned butter in a barrel churn by hand. Printed butter by hand and sold it to Miller Bros. in Tacoma. Then later got more modern equipment.
Back then vegetables came from your own garden. “We have a garden of about 4 acres and it is pretty good. We have corn, carrots, beans, peas, potatoes, beets and onions galore,” concluded a satisfied farmer Conine.
Jumping ahead in the narrative a bit, the following letter excerpts document the growing season in Yelm in 1917. In a series of letters in his daughter, the weather was on J. C. Conine’s mind whenever he wrote his daughter. Weather was part of you. When you work outside, particularly in a damp world like Washington, you couldn’t help but notice the weather. And if you are J. C. Conine, you couldn’t help but comment on it:
We are having a very wet Spring but not cold—haven’t plowed a furrow yet but have slashed 15 acres.
The trees are leafing out nicely but it has been awful wet. We have had only two days without rain in 6 weeks and that was yesterday and today.
It has rained nearly everyday for a month. The grain and grass on the upland looks fine. Lee could just as well have had 20 acres in fall grain as not, and it would have been growing while waiting for the bottom to dry.
We have had no rain since the 29th of June and no prospect yet the crops are fairly good and harvesting about done; they are thrashing on the prairie and are getting their second cop of clover thanks to the irrigation.
The weather is very hot but it don’t seem to hurt me about work and I do as much as any of ‘em.
We have had some fine rains recently and the weather is perfect, not a particle of frost yet. Oh, I forgot to tell you, McKenzie had quite a loss while thrashing. The straw caught fire and burnt his barn and $2000 worth of grain and Anderson’s separator, no insurance.
The weather is cool and cloudy but no frost yet, the prospect for fruit was never better.
J. C. Conine chose land, in the center of which, was an enormous swampy area, extending ___ miles and covering 20 to 30 acres. At the heart of this swamp ran Yelm Creek on its way to the prairie and the Nisqually River. One man’s swamp, however, is another mammal’s beaver pond. As Conine recalled quite vividly, it took six years to pull down the beaver dam. In doing so, Conine was beginning to alter the ecology of the creek.
That beaver dam must have been an impressive site for anyone, particularly someone from the plains of Iowa. Beaver, often anthropomorphized as “industrious” and “eager,” found nourishment in the leafy parts of trees, the bark of aspen and poplar, and aquatic plants and the back-up of water created a perfect petri dish for them. Settlers were often astounded, possibly even impressed by the scale of dams, some reported to be four hundred, even eight hundred feet long and taller than a man standing. Prodigious loggers, a single beaver could take down a six inch thick tree in an hour.
The basin created behind the dam attracted waterfowl and birds, lured by insects which thrived in the swampy environment. A variety of forest animals afoot in the area, bears, elk, deer, and the predators which stalked them, came to the pond to drink. Such facts, however, were far from Conine’s mind when he appraised the site and the work that was ahead of him. As he unraveled the network of branches, mud, and anything else that had been dragged to the dam, was he cognizant that beneath the surface of the water was a nutrient filled muck which would be transformed into lush meadows? One early settler gushed, “The beaver prepared the way for forests and meadows, orchards and grain fields, homes and schoolhouses.” Conine was not sensitive to the beaver as a harbinger of civilization, instead he focused on what had to be done.
The beaver dam also made Yelm Creek attractive to salmon. The dam slowed the movement of silt downstream, protecting the gravel bed eddies, riffles, and pools in which salmon laid their eggs. During the harsh rains of winter, the dam slowed down flooding, catching debris in its backwaters, and providing a modicum of protection to salmon downstream. As he removed the dam, Conine was beginning to alter this biological niche. Still, the degradation of salmon habitat was a slow process. As late as the winter of 1914, the Washington Standard reported, “Yelm Creek has been filled with salmon, the high water having enabled them to pass the falls in the woods and get up on the prairie end of the stream.”
Other forces were at work on Yelm Creek. Further up and along the creek, trees were coming down as settlers cashed in their flora for dollars. This too was changing the creek by removing the “Roots system of streamside trees [which] spread like fingers to grasp and hold the soil, preventing erosion and silting that could smother eggs or choke off the air and food sources that fry and mature fish need to survive.” Decreased roots meant faster and greater run-off. Greater run-off meant more silt and more silt meant spawning beds were being covered downstream. Logging also meant there were less decomposing needles and leaves in the creek. The salmon’s food web began to shrink. Conine and his neighbors were not worried about salmon; they were concerned about creating fields, gardens, and pastures.
Conine’s property was located just beyond the southeastern edge of the Yelm prairie. Less than a quarter of a mile away was Smith Prairie. The prairies attracted ranchers (as herdsman liked to call themselves out in Yelm) for they displayed impressive fecundity. The sea of waving grass was complimented by an artist’s palette of natural colors. James Swan recorded the scene,
The ground over which we walked was a perfect carpet of flowers. Conspicuous among these were the beautiful rhododendron with its rich cluster of blossoms, the blue flowers of the camonass, the bright red of the bartisa and columbine. The white blossom of the fragrant seringa, the variegated lupine, the purple of wild peas and iris inter-making a floral display equal to any I ever witnessed in California and one that would delight the heart of every true lover of nature.
This was not, however, a truly natural scene. Nisqually people had been tinkering with the prairie for some time with fire. Fire increased the production of tarweed seeds, hazelnuts, wild onions, wild carrots, bracken, and camas. It stimulated berry patches for three good harvests before pickers learned to move on to other thickets. Certain types of ferns grew on prairie, some extending their fronds eight feet from the base. Oak trees became more productive as a result of burning practices. The “burns,” usually conducted in August, meant a larger grass crop, perfect for Nisqually horses. The prairie environment was going to experience profound changes.
The Medicine Creek Treaty had created reservations for the Nisqually and though it promised them the right to access old grazing and gathering grounds, in practice, less and less of this land was available. In addition, new settlers meant opponents of burning the prairies. The practice just seemed dangerous and by the time of Conine’s arrival the practice was becoming a distant memory. Fire was to be reserved for other purposes. Whereas the prairies were no longer to be burned, mountainous slash piles in the forests were to be torched. Native diets began to change as hogs rotted out camas and ate acorns. Trees began to slowly move into the prairie. Less burning probably resulted in increased numbers of pests, like grasshoppers.
After forty years of farming in Washington, J. C. Conine could still work himself into quite a lather when it came to weeds.
I have been knocking hell out of mustard in the potato and turnip patches. I would have to invent a new vocabulary of language to express my opinion of the d—d stuff. It persists in reproducing itself like all worthless trash.
Little did he know how accurate his rant actually was. The human imprint on the prairie was changing. This time, however, digging stick and fire, were being replaced with plow and hoofed animals. When J. C. Conine punctured the grasses with the blade of his plow, he was attempting to break through a network of roots which had remained undisturbed for decades. Back in Iowa, a similar disruption of prairie grasses had been described as creating a tremendous ripping sound. Whether or not the sound reminded Conine of his agrarian roots back east, the process in the Washington Territory was proving to be no easier. In fact, others in the area often used multiple yoke of oxen to drag their plow through the unyielding roots, whether they be those of trees of bracken. Merely to create a vegetable garden for consumption at home, required this type of tedious labor. To make matters worse, plowing did not kill the plant, rhizomes simply grew out of the split roots.
Everywhere around the Yelm prairie farmers were tearing up grass or leveling forests. In the process they were unknowingly opening vast swaths of land for what are now referred to as “invasive species.” Then, they were simply known as weeds. Bare ground, whether it was an out of season garden, a wagon path, or a railroad bed, or freshly tilled ground said welcome to a host of newcomers to the area. One author termed weeds as “not good or bad; they are simply the plants that tempt the botanist to use such anthropomorphic terms as aggressive and opportunistic.” European species of plants had first shown up in the mid 1700s in California. By Conine’s time, hundreds of new plant species had found their way to Washington. They traveled in ballast water, folds of clothes, or in wagon boxes. They were deposited through animal dung, fell from the coats of animals, or landed in a clump of mud. Bags of seed, so treasured by farming newcomers, contained thousands of seeds which were not intended for careful tending and harvesting. Conine wrote, “I have always noticed that the most worthless thing on earth is the most prolific” and the power of regeneration of these newcomers was remarkable. Some could propagate in six different ways. They might reseed by sticking to one’s pants or have their filaments float in the air. Others formed pods and exploded. A single plant might yield 13,000 seeds, of which 60-90% might germinate, while other seeds might take forty years before sprouting.
Thus scotch broom, tansy ragwort, thistles, dandelions, foxtail, American black nightshade, and sorrel became part of the Yelm landscape. The dandelion is a fine example of this process. Its leaves grow horizontally and blanket the soil around it, sometimes covering the ground for a foot across. One historian summarized this process:
Weeds are very combative. They push up through, shade out, and shoulder past rivals. Many spread not by seed as much as by sending out rhizomes or runners along or just below the surface of the ground from which “new” plants sprout.
Another concluded, “Weeds sprout early and seize the bare ground. Direct sun, wind, and rain do not discourage them. . . They grow fast, seed early, and retaliate to injury with awesome power. One’s field of grain lost value due to large numbers of these weeds being harvested along with the oats. For a half century to come J. C. Conine battled his new, noxious, neighbors.
On the other hand:
Whether desired or despised, however, most native species faced reduction in habitat and population. . . Native species were shot for food and sport . . . .or because they threatened the domestic species.
The worm or snake fences that were used in the area at that time were no barrier to the hungry deer and elk, which munched on garden crops or reclined in fields of grain. There days were numbered.
More than a decade before J. C. Conine arrived in Yelm the Washington Standard sadly reported, “The natural grasses as destroyed by being tramped for years. See the bare hills and valley now! Stock can just get grass enough to keep alive.” As he developed his ranch, Conine slowly added more sheep and cattle. Hogs, which Conine described as a form of frontier currency, were undoubtedly a part of this animal mix up on the Conine ranch.
These congregations of domesticated animals were tough on nature. Bunchgrass never had a chance. Animals blazed their own particular paths from meadow to meadow, killing grass in the process. The heft of the animals helped granulize the soil making it less likely to hold water, evaporation rates increased, the grass becoming more vulnerable in the summer. The loss of native grass, which had sometimes been harvested like hay, meant that ranchers like Conine had to dedicate more land to hay production or some type of grass import. Sheep, the “hoofed locusts” which John Muir so roundly condemned, took grasses down to the ground level. Hoofs chipped out roots. The refreshing waters of Yelm Creek began to have its chemistry altered by the urine and excrement of Conine’s herds and flocks; the ecological evolution of the Yelm region continued.
J. C. Conine had learned from his experience with the beaver dam. You didn’t want your creek backing up and flooding productive land; you had to bust it up.
Yelm Creek invariably filled with downed limbs creating a mother nature’s splash dam. “I have been working in the creek as usual at this time of the year and I find that I don’t get away this month as I know it won’t be done if I leave it. I am satisfied Lee didn’t clean out the jams last fall and it must be done.” Working in the creek “my boots leaked. Result, I didn’t sleep much on account of cramps in my legs. I realize I am too old for that kind of work but what can a fellow do?” He was 78.
Nature seemed destined to erase the imprint of man on the Conine ranch. Weeds, seedlings, and bracken constantly reappeared, just when one thought they were erased permanently. A lot of time was spent slashing, fifteen acres at a time. You had to slash them to keep them at bay. You would then pile the debris, allow it to dry, then burn it, sometimes endangering what you held so dear. It was a never ending chore, “I have slashed this winter all that piece that Loney slashed 20 years ago in five months; it had all grown up again thicker than ever.” On the other hand the completion of the task resulted in “the only pleasure I have is when I am slashing or playing with little Bobby [a grandson].”
In 1917, the Conine ranch ran had sixty head of cattle and forty sheep. The resulting offal was a commodity for the market. Farmers would buy your farm’s waste. Conine wrote, “Lee’s hired man and I hauled out 36 tons of manure the other day. How is that for a 78 year old! I have been pitching shit all day today.” Dairy cattle also meant milking. Conine rounded up Herb, Alton, and Treva to go to the barn for some early morning milking occasionally. Besides having to wake up these “pillow huggers” he reported on that occasion that they did “very well.”
Farmers often tried something new to make money, a kind of diversification.
When Lee and his wife Treva decided to try poultry Conine was skeptical:
[They] are going into the chicken and goose business. No doubt they’ll raise more hell than poultry. One can never tell. He built a new chicken house the past winter and paid a hand a hundred dollars for doing comparatively nothing.
Farming involved lots of decisions. The most basic was when to work. The day started early. J. C. Conine loved to get cracking on his work for the day, usually up at 4:30. Your farming day was determined by the calendar and within those seasons weather had the final veto. There were other decisions: What land did you use for pasture? What should remain fallow? How much pasture should be created? When should you plant something, how did you maximize yield? J. C. Conine was constantly concerned about his son’s decision-making. If Conine had to characterize it he would say that his son’s major decision was to decide what not to do. The father once wrote that he could not remember more than a handful of times his son worked “consecutive days.” Instead Lee decided to hire men and at $3.50 a day, with board. Conine argued against this endlessly. It was money Lee “got nothing out of.” Lee could have done it for free. In fact Conine endlessly complained about his son. The largest complaint was that Lee did not compensate the elder Conine like he had promised. Lee was allowed to run the place, but he was supposed to pay his father a set amount each year. Not only that, complained Lee’s father, but Lee did not even pay daily wages when J. C. worked along side the hired man. Lee made other bad decisions, like the money he had misspent on “machinery and implements he had no use for or neglected. . . . I never saw so much waste or neglect.”
Sometimes Lee had to make the decision about whether to have meat on the hoof or meat on the table. “To be sure of meat” you killed a sheep or cow or hog. In so doing you were eliminating some future benefit from the animal in the form of increased weight or progeny. There was one other choice, sell them. “Now the fact is, Lee is in debt and needs money and I don’t want him to sacrifice on his cattle by having to sell them.” Keep your stock alive and you could add “11 new calves, 10 new pigs.” Nothing, however, was certain, the winter could also result in the loss of $200 worth of cattle or a yearling. In addition, not taking care of your stock was an additional expense. Since Lee preferred not to care for the horses, “He hasn’t a good horse on the place and has to hire a team.”
It appears that the Conine ranch in 1917 was complete with a house, several barns, a house water tower, wood shed, and well house. Writing then Conine complained that he had turned over a ranch with all of the above built and in good condition and the ditches in good shape. Looking around him Conine regretted his decision to rely on Lee.
I don’t believe I ever saw a place run down like this. The orchard fence is all rotted down. The boards buried in the ground and grass at least a ton of hay wasted around where the old house you were born in wasted. He don’t seem to understand that decay is going on all the time and repair necessary. I am completely discouraged.
The farm was, after all, the elder Conine’s investment, his retirement safety net. He worried about it. Conine’s worries continued:
We need a new grainery and a shed for tools and implements. The old wood-shed at the old house is about rotted down where we’ve been keeping the implements and the fence posts are beginning to fall with rot. Eternal vigilance is necessary to keep things straight.
The ranch “looks like a widow lived on it but there is some excuse for it is impossible to get any help.”
People could make it farming in Yelm. In fact, Conine would often to point to his nephew Reed who had moved to the area from Iowa. Conine gladly reported that he was the “most efficient farmer in the town. He has sold a thousand dollars worth this winter and has all his manure hauled out and his crop in and things look neat around the place.”
Conditions on the ranch saddened Conine. He confided to his daughter,
Your mother and I worked for many years and economized in every way to build up a home with a hope that we could live easier on the sunset side of life. I have 40 years of stored energy in this ranch and it is the best in the country if properly managed.
Eventually he conceded, “Lee’s a d-d poor farmer.”
By Ed Bergh
Roads are an unbelievably exciting part of the history of Washington and Yelm. All aspects of these means of transportation, commerce, and recreation are incredible. The conditions, road tax, petitions, building, and supervisors are all individual spectrums of how these roads were special to the area. Here are how each of those limbs contributed to the overall production of roads.
Although money from the road tax was used to keep roads navigable, the condition of the roads was poor at best, and of varied quality. The labor imposed by the roads could not save them from the environmental characteristics of the region. With the damp climate and persistent rainfall, the structure of the roads was easily diminished to a muddy canal. Holes would ruin wheels, axles, and tongues of wagons. John McKenzie, as quoted by his great-grandson, Alan McKenzie, stated, “ The folks told many times how it took two days for a trip to Olympia. The road was not much better than a cowtrail.” As Yelm continued to develop into the new century, gravel became present in the towns streets. Yet, there were still a lot of bad roads. As Bob Grinde said, “ Yelm had some gravel streets, but a lot more mudholes.” The first paved road did not arrive in Yelm until 1930. The highway between Yelm and Olympia was not paved until the post World-War II era.
Through road taxes, the upkeep and development of new roads was funded. As written in the Road Laws of the Washington Territory in 1879, every male between the ages of 21-50, unless supported by the government, was required to pay the compulsory tax. The amount of the road tax was $4 per male and had to be paid at a time determined by the road supervisor. If tax had not been paid within three days of that date, a duty of $.25 would be added. By then if you had not paid, the supervisor would add an amount sufficient to the overdue status of your duty. Today, the amount paid for the road tax, $4, would inflate to equal $70.55. If the male householders decided they could not or would not pay the tax, the last possibility was labor. Labor could be used to work off road tax at a rate of $2 a day. The road supervisor sent out notices telling men when and where they were to work. The road tax was a duty not taken lightly by the citizens fulfilling their obligation. People who did not pay the tax were often “booted off” the roads and told to either pick up a shovel or walk. Vandalism also came at a price, $20 per infraction. This hefty amount would equal $350 in today’s money.
The way to be capable of building a road was to submit a petition to the county commissioner. To change, build, or locate a road, the first step was to get twelve householders in the vicinity to sign a petition. Then it was to be posted at three separate locations around the road for 30 days. Next, it would go to the county, where a surveyor and uninterested householders would be appointed. The surveyor was under the direction of the disinterested householders, or viewers. After said road was surveyed, the viewers must submit an opinion in favor or against the proposed road to the county. After hearing all these points, and with the road being in compliance with the law, the commissioner would establish the road as a public highway.
Building of Roads:
The process in which roads were built was, in all actuality, a complex system. The first phase was to survey the land stated in the road petition to the county commissioner. The next step in proceeding to develop the road was to blaze trees. This was the longest step, in that it required a plethora of trees being cut down. At each mile it was required that either a two-foot post or 1728 square inches of stone mark the spot. The road was labeled at the beginning and end, then at every mile also. Roads were, by law, to be sixty feet wide and have reasonable drainage systems. After clearing of all the trees and debris, developing some kind of path was required, and usually took very long because of the massive tree stumps. Yelm had an easier task in that the prairie was flat and bare. The next step in producing a road was to present the finished project to the county commissioner to be ordained as a public highway. The above process shows the grueling procedures of producing roads.
The Road Law stated that each township would elect their own road supervisor, and George Edwards, the first of the Edwards’ to settle in Yelm, was duly elected to the post on January 3rd, 1881, and became the first road supervisor of Yelm. Being the supervisor, Edwards oversaw all work done on roads and collected road taxes from the citizens. The county, through funds provided by the state, paid Edwards.
The above describes the process used to produce a road lawfully. Roads were so essential to the development of communities like Yelm because it created a channel to connect the smaller areas to the larger metropolitan areas. Yelm became a center for trade (and bootlegging) with the advancement of technology and process of building structures.
By Kyle Kinney (2002)
By the early 1870s, the future townsite of Yelm was owned by George Edwards and John McKenzie. Edwards, a former Hudson’s Bay Company employee, acquired most of the western part of the future town through purchase from the United States. John McKenzie owned all of the land in the eastern portion of what would become Yelm.
The defining moment for Yelm came when the Northern Pacific Railroad extended its line from Portland, Oregon to Tacoma in 1873. This route followed the old Hudson’s Bay wagon road through Yelm Prairie. A business and residential district quickly grew along Yelm Avenue where this road crossed.
Yelm, as a community did not exist before the railroad. According to one town historian, “nothing resembling a business community existed prior to 1873… West of the tracks, at its intersection with the wagon road to Olympia, Metcalf and Treat built Yelm’s first store. This was followed within a few years by another store east of the track (P.B. Van Trump and Balletti). These businesses, together with a blacksmith shop across the road, served the needs of prairie residents for years.” (Prescott, 1979) Prescott goes on to write:
“The railroad never gave us much in the way of service,” James Mosman told me. “Trains stop only on the flag. Neither passengers nor freight had any shelter, only a board platform and sometimes on the ground, rain or shine. The company never got around to building a station until 1912.”
The Yelm business district and its residential area grew to become the commercial center for the prairie, with an economy based on dairy farms, grain and cattle. Farmers shared this environment with sawmills and shingle mills. By the 1890s, the Nisqually River was used to transport shingle bolts to a mill located at its mouth. As the twentieth century approached, lumber work provided a principal means of employment for local residents.
An 1888 directory of Puget Sound lists 54 men living on the Yelm Prairie. We do not know how many of these were married, or the names of their wives and children. We do know that 49 called themselves farmers, two were a laborer and a logger, and three (Robert and James Longmire, and P.B. Van Trump) were identified with business activity in the area. The complete list follows:
Yelm Area Residents in 1888
(Source: Puget Sound Directory. 1888)
Balletti, Charles – farmer
Balletti, Giacinto – farmer
Bastian, Issac – farmer
Cabana, Joseph – farmer
Capen, George B. – farmer
Chambers, David J. – farmer
Chambers, David J., Jr. – farmer
Chambers, Thomas M. – farmer
Chipman, John – farmer
Chipman, William B. – farmer
Conboy, Thomas – farmer
Conine, J.C. – farmer
Corterelli, Antonia – logger
Enfield, A. – farmer
Finader, John – farmer
Finader, Richard – farmer
Gardner, Moses – farmer
Gonyear, Mrs. Catherine – farmer
Gourd, Peter – farmer
Haizman, Georhe – farmer
Hull, William – farmer
Jones, J. B. – farmer
LaFlame, Charles – laborer
Larney, Joseph – farmer
Lawrence, S. D. – farmer
Longmire, Frank – farmer
Longmire, Elcaine – farmer
Longmire, George – farmer
Longmire, James -capitalist
Longmire, John A. – farmer
Longmire, Robert – general store
Lord, William – farmer
Lortz, George – farmer
Lynn, James – farmer
McDonald, Wiskum – farmer
McKenzie, A. S. and J. A. – farmer
McVittee, James – farmer
Otto, Joseph – farmer
Pollard, Asa – farmer
Powell, C. W. – farmer
Powell, T. N. – farmer
Price, Alexander – farmer
Price, Archibald – farmer
Price, Mrs. D. – farmer
Price, J. B. – farmer
Redmond, George – farmer
Rossiter, John S. – farmer
Smith, Thomas – farmer
Sotzen, George – farmer
Stafford, H. B. – farmer
Stone, Jacob – farmer
Sumpter, James N. farmer
Sumter, T. E. – farmer
Van Trump, P. B. – general store and hotel
Thus, as Washington was approaching statehood, Yelm was still evolving as a town. That the prairie was a home for families is clear, for a school and church were a part of the social and cultural environment. That is desired community status and communication with neighbors is seen in the early existence of the Yelm post office.
The history of Yelm’s post office capsulizes the creation of the community. With the exception of a period between November 1880 and May 1881 (when the mail was delivered to Tenino), Yelm Prairie has had a post office. It was first named Yelm on August 18, 1858, nine months after its creation at Fort Stevens. Until 1974, when Moses M. Metcalf became postmaster, the various post offices were located in homes situated througout the prairie. Metcalf moved the postmastership into his home and store at Yelm, thus being the first to locate it in the new community. In 1881, Frank Longmire became postmaster, and the post office was moved to his store. Dow R. Hughes, postmaster from 1907 through 1934, moved the post office in 1925 to the Mosman Building, where it stayed until 1968.
Children first “attended school in a one-room log cabin purchased from McLane Chambers.” According to Edgar Prescott, who is the source for much that follows, “a young man named Dolby, whom James Longmire had met in Olympia, served as its first teacher.” The school term lasted about three months. In 1881, there were twenty children attending school. Eventually a one-room school building was constructed east of Yelm. This was also used for Presbyterian Church services. When a fire destroyed the structure sometime prior to 1907, separate school and church buildings were constructed. Prescott, reporting James Mosman’s reminiscences, continues the story. “We built a new school west of the track, and we began soliciting for a new church. We took out corporation papers on November 5, 1907. John McKenzie and his wife donated two lots as a site for the building. Everybody cooperated in raising money. We wanted a community church, but we soon discovered that non-denominational ministers were hard to find. We finally advertised the church for sale to any denomination that would run it. The Methodists offered the only bid, and we granted them the property for $150.”
(From: A Guide to Historic Resources of Yelm, Washington 1994)
(Rainier and later Yelm, WA)
In 1917 Martin J. Gruber (1877-1956) and Benjamin J. Docherty (1885-1942) built a lumber mill just south of the present (1999) town of Rainier WA.
Gruber, born in Oshkosh, WI had come west with his family in 1890. His father had built a store in Winlock WA and after some college, Gruber returned as a licensed pharmacist to work with his father in the store.
When the store burned in December 1911, Gruber worked for a short time with C.A. Doty (Doty was married to Gruber’s sister, Wihelmine) at the Doty Lumber Co., Doty, WA. Later he went to work at the Heybrook Lumber Co., Heybrook, Snohomish County.
(Doty was also one of the organizers of Emery & Nelson Lumber Co. in Napavine. W.W. Emery was married to another of Gruber’s sisters, Emma.)
Benjamin J. Docherty was born in Grindstone City, MI, but grew up in Iron River (near Ashland) WI. He came west to Winlock with his employer (as a logger) Michael T. 0’Connell. Docherty was married to Gruber’s sister, Amalia (Molly).
The Rainier mill burned in 1927. During the Great Depression of the 1930’s, the site was used for the location of the Civilian Conservation Corps’ Camp Rainier.
After the 1927 fire, Gruber and Docherty bought the Harstad Brother’s Mill in Yelm. The Harstads had built the mill (probably about 1920) just south of Yelm on what was known as McKenzie Lake. Two fires (1931 and 1936) coupled with the depression and labor unrest of the time caused the firm to “go under” in 1937.
When Gruber and Docherty could not meet their payroll, H. L. Wolf & Co.(merchants in Roy and Yelm) cashed their workers’ pay checks–as early as 1935.
Docherty had developed heart trouble before he was 50. He died in 1942. Gruber later went into politics and at the time of his death in 1956 was Thurston County Treasurer.
(Source: Gruber File, Washington State Historical Society)
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