Tuesday, May 19, 2020

The Carey Family: Engineer, Millwright, Homesteader and Politician

William P. Carey, originally a stationary engineer with the NP Railroad, came with his family from Elkhorn, Montana in 1890 and located in Rumsey where William accepted a job as engineer at the Rumsey Mill. When the mill closed he relocated to the Trout Creek homestead. William’s wife, Ellen or Helen (Grady) was born August 3, 1849 in Indiana. She lived in Montana from 1883 until she died on July 18 1899. She had suffered for three years from kidney and liver trouble. Their only daughter (Gertrude) died on December 3, 1906 of pneumonia. She died at the Emmett Carey home where she had kept house for her brother. Gertrude, born in Elkhorn, Montana on February 15, 1887, was escorted by her high school classmates on her journey to the Philipsburg cemetery. 

William Carey made his home at the ranch until his sons grew up, then left them in charge of the place and sought employment in his trade as a mill engineer. For a number of years William was engineer of one of the big sawmills west of Missoula and other places. Prior to becoming ill he held a position in Utah. William came back to the ranch to recuperate but his health did not improve and he was brought to town so medical attendance could be provided at the Silver Lake Hotel, where his end came at six o’clock Saturday morning December 4, 1909. 

A native of Tipperary, Ireland William was survived by five sons, William, Emmett, Sargent, Thomas and George who all resided in the upper valley. After a service at the Catholic Church internment was in the Philipsburg Cemetery next to his wife and daughter. 

George Carey born October 19, 1880 died February 4, 1945. He is buried in the Philipsburg cemetery. At this time I have not found an obituary for him. 

I found a marriage license issued to S.W. Carey and Ida L. Smith for May 4, 1893 but no marriage notice in the newspapers. There is a possibility Sargent’s middle initial was W, even though many articles list his initials as P.S. 
Photo from Tiny Johnson

Sarge, was believed to be the last surviving member of the Old Rumsey Mill crew (Tiny Johnson). Although most of his years were spent on the Trout Creek Homestead and his tax assessment for 1927, was $246.50, Sarge (1873-1958) lived on the south side of East Fork on the Bill Carey Ranch when I was a child. His headstone is engraved “Philip Sarg”. His great-great nephew, Joel Carey states that the family called Philip "Sarch" and he believes the Haacke family began calling him "Sarge".  So when he died, nephew Woodrow put "Sarge" on the tombstone because that was the name the citizenry knew him by.

 Miss Gertrude Maurer married Emmett Carey at their cozy home on California Street on January 17, 1907. Mr. Carey the son of W.P. Carey was employed at the Walker Commercial Company of Philipsburg. With the headline “HAD CLOSE CALL” the following incident is recounted in the Mail April 18, 1913: 
 “Mrs Emmett Carey and Mrs. Oscar Nelson had a rather exciting experience Sunday evening, April 13, while returning home from Georgetown flats where they had spent the day at the home of Mr. and Mrs. John Strom, Mrs. Nelson’s parents. The ladies were accompanied by their five small children and were driving a team of heavy work horses belonging to Mr. Nelson, hitched to a sleigh. There is much snow up there and a sleigh is better to get around than a wagon. At the head of Trout Creek the road crosses a dry gulch which was filled with snow and slush ice. They had crossed it in the morning and it was alright, but the day had been warm and when they drove into it on the way home the horses broke through and got down in the water and became tangled up in the harness. Mrs. Nelson attempted to free the team and was thrown into the water but managed to get out. Then the two ladies removed the children from the sleigh to high ground, and while Mrs. Nelson and her children stayed there, Mrs. Carey carrying her baby ran all the way to her home to call [for] help. By the time Mr. Carey reached the scene of the accident one horse was drowned and the other while still alive was so badly chilled in the cold water that it died after being pulled out. Mr. Carey had to wade into the water nearly up to his arm pits to get the horses loose from the sleigh. The accident happened about 6:30 p.m. and it was nearly 10 p.m. when Mr. Carey returned home, pretty much chilled himself…. The team was valued at $400.00.”

The Mail, September 14, 1917, stated Emmett Carey sold his Trout Creek ranch to Mr. Sutherland of Arlee, Montana. Research did not reveal anymore articles discussing the Emmett Carey family. 

Thomas Carey (1882-1944), was a active political figure in the State of Montana. Born in Livingston, Montana, the family moved to Elkhorn sometime after his birth and in 1890 the family located in Rumsey. As a young man Thomas lived in Anaconda where he was president of the Mine, Mill and Smelterman’s Union and president of the Hibernian Lodge of Anaconda. As an active Catholic he studied at Carroll College in Helena and was a fourth degree member of the Knights of Columbus and a member of the Catholic Order of Foresters in Helena. Thomas became a resident of Helena in 1920 and was first elected to the position of State Treasurer, in November 1928. He was elected to the Montana Railroad and Public Service Commission in 1932 and served until 1939. In 1940 he was again elected to the office of State Treasurer a position he held at the time of his death, in a hotel room in Spokane, Washington. 

Lala and Bill Carey Circa 1930's from Joel Christensen Collection

William M. (Bill) (1878-1963) born in Bloomington, Illinois, homesteaded in 1900 on the east side of Eagle Canyon and spent his entire life running that ranch. Bill married Frances Blanche “Lala” Parks (daughter of Tom and Mary (Wight) Parks) on January 3, 1906. Bill and Lala became parents of seven children: Woodrow, Paul, Lawrence, Mary Helen and Chloe lived to adulthood. He received assistance running the ranch, from his children as he aged. A write up in the January 6, 1956 Mail described the party celebrating their fiftieth wedding anniversary. Neighbor, Opal Richtmyer had decorated a large cake for the occasion. 

Obviously the Carey Brothers ran a large establishment even in the early years as evidenced by taxes: In 1912 the Carey Bros. taxes were $318.95 and William was assessed $299.78 for the year 1927. 

Bill died after a lengthy illness at St. Ann’s Hospital in Anaconda. Survivors were: wife Lala; sons, Paul, Woodrow and Lawrence; daughters. Mary Helen Christensen of Ross Fork of Rock Creek and Chloe Owens of Miami, Florida; and fifteen grandchildren. 

Lala (Parks) Carey (1883-1964) was born at Stone to Thomas and Mary (Wight) Parks. She moved with her family to the Park’s East Fork homestead in 1902. Lala taught school as a young woman at the East Fork School prior to her marriage to William. She was an ardent gardener; belonged to the VFW Auxillary and was of the Methodist faith. Of their seven children, two died in infancy. I know that at least one, “a girl” was buried in the side yard of the Carey ranch. I was playing baseball with the Christensen and Carey kids, when we got in real trouble from Lala for moving a stone to make it home base. I remember sobbing to my mother that we would have never moved the stone if we had known it was a headstone. 

Lala, died at St. Ann’s Hospital in Anaconda after being a patient there for six days.  

The Bill Carey children continued to contribute to the ranching community: Lawrence W. P. Carey (1907- 1967) served as a Corporal in the U.S. Army in WWII. He lived his life on the Bill Carey ranch. His brother Thomas “Woodrow” Carey (1914-1997) lived on the ranch his entire life. 

F. Paul Carey(1910-1975) wed Mrs. Olga (Terkla) Rogan in 1936 and had a daughter Delores “Bunny” (Fuhrman). Paul then married Valerie Sheldon a local school teacher and they had seven children. Paul worked outside the ranch to bring money home to assist with running the ranch business. Daughter, Delphine (Driver) shared, that Paul worked on the tunnel under Moose Lake as one of his many jobs. 

Chloe (1916-2003) married Rex Owens in 1936 and they had a son and daughter. Chloe died in Missoula. 

Mary Helen, (1918-2006), married Robert Christensen on August 19, 1937. They celebrated their fifty-eighth anniversary prior to Bob’s death. Preceding her in death were her parents, brothers, sister, daughter-in-law Rosalie and grandson Jeffery and two infant siblings. Survivors were: Helen (Robert) Loran of Walla-Walla, Washington, William (Sharon), James (Jan Ritschel), Steven (Ginger), all of Granite County and adopted daughter Marilyn and husband Albert Silva of Anaconda; plus 14 grandchildren and seventeen great-grandchildren. 

Many of the properties were sold after Mary Helen died. The new owner demolished all the buildings including the original homestead cabin. I do not know what happened to the baby grave(s)?

Our Youth and Cowboys in World War I

Frank D. “Sandbar” Brown, President of the Montana Society of Pioneers, was appointed the official Governors Representative, to visit Montana youth training at Camp Lewis and report back to Governor Stewart. Excerpts of the report written for the Philipsburg Mail published May 24, 1918 follows: 
“Conditions at Camp Lewis astounded me. I found there a vast multitude of perfect young men, physically and mentally the flower of the youth of the country. And I found them spontaneously patriotic and ambitious to serve the country. The very atmosphere of the camp breathed democracy. ..It is my candid belief that every high school and university should, as part of their curriculum, teach the young men in them to be proficient in the duties of a soldier. Not only will the students health and manly bearing be the primary elements of its development the most noticeable, but neatness, freedom from intemperate habits, courteous language, respectful demeanor, and an avoidance of the profane and vulgar, its equally as beneficial effects… They will find the slouchy, awkward boy that left them in tears, erect, graceful in his movements, and wearing his well-fitting uniform with the aplomb of a West Point graduate…signed Frank D. Brown Governor’s Visitor to Camp Lewis”. 

The May 31, 1918, Philipsburg Mail, announced Fort Keogh, was to be made into “one of two National Calvary Training Depots. The Fort is currently a remount station near Miles City where range horses are broken and sent to Eastern stations for finishing.”The article continued on to say several hundred bronco busters have been employed on the Fort Keogh reservation. 

A reference regarding horse training, June 28, Philipsburg Mail, stated “Montana Cowboys training horses for the army at Camp Lewis: let her buck”. 
 “The muster rolls of the companies of busters read like a program of one of Guy Wedick’s stampedes, and all the old champions are there, except Fanny Sperry, who is barred from being a horse soldier by reason of her sex, but who could do the work as well as any man in the service. Tom Three Persons, the Canadian half-breed champion of the world is there, riding better than he has ever ridden before in his life, and among the other busters are many who won fame at Calgary, Pendleton, Cheyenne, Missoula, Billings and Havre in the Wild West shows and rodeos.
 The description of cowboys attempting to be foot soldiers is colorful: 
“Most of the cowboys came into Camp Lewis in the draft and were transferred to the remount depot after having done some training service in the infantry. They couldn’t all be transferred immediately, of course, and those obliged to drill afoot for a time were in a hard way….You see, a cowboy is not built for purposes of pedestrianism. Years of riding get his legs properly squeegeed to fit the curves of the horses back; but the slant is wrong for walking. During the unfortunate moments of his life when it is necessary for him to walk, he teeters around precariously in boots with heels high enough to satisfy a broadway flapper on parade. The result is that in his maturity, while he has more legs and feet than a whale, they’re not much more use to him if you peel him away from a horse and call upon him to circulate around on his own. So a cowboy in the infantry has this in common with a fish in the Sahara desert: he’s manifestly out of place…They drilled around in flat heels for a few days, and the first free hour they got they stampeded for the remount and begged Captain Jackson for transfer to the remount depot. ‘Cap’n, I’d rather be shot at sunrise than walk on these feet o’ mine another day’ ‘If I knowed they’d shoot me for sitting, I’d do something to deserve it; but I’m afraid they’d make me stand up; and it’s too much for my brain to think of, standing on my feet and getting shot at the same time. They gimme shoes ‘thout no heels to ‘em, that set a man back on his spine so’s every time you step your back bone rattles like a box full of dice, an’ then they make me walk... No, sir. I walked my legs off clean down to the knees, an’ I’m working on the thigh bones now… Please, you get me transferred up here where I can pour myself into a saddle and be human again! “ 

The cowboy was busy at the work he understood and when a fieldpiece rumbled by in the clatterous wake of a sturdy well-trained line of obedient horses, you knew that the work of the American cowboy counted.