“Men resemble great deserted palaces: the owner occupies only a few rooms and has closed-off wings where he never ventures.”~F Mauriac
I’m the kind of person that doesn’t get jazzed about all that many things but when I do…watch out! The things I love, I really love and this mine would qualify as something I love. So, now I am trying to learn all I can about it. It really is a special place and the history is what I find so personally endearing. Why would a big bunch of rubble and dilapidated buildings call to me so? Maybe it’s the fact that the mine was closed by the government in 1942 due to the war and the residents believed that they would be able to return in a few months and basically left the town with little more than the clothes on their backs. Or that the man who originally founded the mine, Henry Wickenburg, ended up a poor farmer who eventually took his own life. Maybe it’s the now deceased caretaker who painstakingly cleaned out many buildings and lovingly watched over the place for a quarter century and loved the mine so much that he requested that his ashes be spread there. It is a true ghost town, haunted by its own history, not by apparitions but reality. Real drama, not the manufactured, modern kind.
If walls could talk….I bet there would be a million stories of life and death, love and dishonesty, hardships and joy. How I wish walls could talk!
Here’s an interesting yet short little video for those interested: