Lament for Ghost Town Ruins in Jerome AZ

Jerome, Arizona’s ruins are slowly disappearing. . . Behind the shop called Skyfire, the remains of the brick ‘cribs’, home of Jerome’s ladies of the night, fell down during a winter storm, and the bricks were neatly stacked to make room for parking. Then the bricks slowly disappeared. …And when the ruins are gone, where will the ghosts hide? (Great photos with this post)

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The Big Spliff: Jerome AZ Kids That Dared D.A.R.E.

About a year after the pot bust of 1985, the Clarkdale Elementary School set up a precursor to the Drug Abuse Resistance Education (D.A.R.E.) program. Mr. Steele, the fifth-grade teacher, brought in a policeman, whom he introduced as Officer Friendly. . . . After every educational program, Officer Friendly invited the kids to rat out their families or friends. “It’ll be a secret between us,” Officer Friendly said. Max and Omar had heard the stories about the snitch and the big bust in Jerome, they knew that a snitch was the worst kind of person.

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7-Up Billboard Bites the Dust in Jerome AZ—Love in the Wild 70’s

In the 70’s there was a hideous “7-Up Power” billboard ad in paisley flowers of Day-Glo orange/green/fuchsia. In an election year, the ad was temporarily replaced by an ugly mug of a sheriff running for the county spot against the USA’s red white and blue. One day, the billboard was gone…

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Book Review—Empty Mansions: The Mysterious Life of Huguette Clark and the Spending of a Great American Fortune

The most interesting and valuable segment of Empty Mansions are 125 pages or so (almost a third of the book) devoted to William Andrews Clark, Huguette’s father. In my opinion, It is single best biography yet written about W.A. Clark. It includes debunking some of the allegations of Clark’s bribery for the United States Senate and its aftermath and the veracity of Mark Twain’s now famous and oft-quoted excoriation of Clark.

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New Gold Mine Threatens to Open in Jerome AZ: 1980’s

Outfitted with overlarge Wellington boots, a hard hat with a flashlight and a self-rescue device, which would give us breathable air in case of a fire, Walter and I are ready to descend 1100 feet down the hoist located at the Audrey Shaft in Jerome, adjacent to the Douglas State Park. In the 1980’s, a new gold mine was proposed in this location.

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Azure-Colored Water Caused by Mining Wastes, Jerome AZ

Jerome’s mining wealth came at a big cost to the surrounding environment. Mining has always been a dirty business. The biggest environmental hazard that directly affected citizens in the Jerome community was the flow of azure-colored water.

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Future of Mining Massive Sulfide Ores: Jerome, AZ

The potential for mining to return to Jerome flew on the e-Mail hotlines because of newly announced information from Cornerstone Metals, a company located in Vancouver BC, to explore for a new cache of high-grade copper ore on property within a few miles of Jerome, Arizona. What is the potential for finding it and will it mean mining’s return to Jerome, Arizona?

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Rescuing The Jerome AZ Fire Department

Carmen Kotting was one of two new firefighters that volunteered in the late nineteen seventies. “Just after I got on the department there was a fire on Diaz Street. Nobody showed up when the alarm went off, so I jumped on the ‘28 truck. It had a bent seat and I had to stand up on the petals. Going down hill, I had to double-clutch and pray the brakes would hold. By the time I got to the fire, my knees were jelly. Then others came and we hosed the fire out.”

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Private Passions of William Andrews Clark and Family

During Jerome, Arizona’s mining heydays, people talked about the billions made in William Andrews Clark’s legendary mine, the United Verde Copper Mine, and the scandals caused when Clark bribed his way into the Senate. (He resigned rather than become impeached.)
Few talked about what Clark spent his money on.
Clark’s private passion was art.

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Rafting the Colorado River at Westwater with 170 Cans of Beer

Once the sun began to set, the mosquitos came out of hiding from large tamarisk bushes lining the river. The smell of smoke, RAID mixed with the dust of 75 cars and trucks wheeling in and out of the parking lots at sundown on a Saturday evening reminded me of a weird kind of drive-in movie in the boonies that my teenage boyfriend used to take me to when I was 14.

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