By Al Bates

This article is one of a series that will appear in this space during this year on historic events relating to the Arizona Territory’s Sesquicentennial and the founding and establishment of Prescott as the Territory’s first capital.

By early April of 1864 Governor John Goodwin was on the road again; this time headed to southern Arizona to visit the Tucson and Tubac areas.

By Alexandra Piacenza

The Fremont House on the Sharlot Hall Museum campus stands as testimony to John C. Fremont’s service as territorial governor of Arizona, from 1878 to 1881, and the year he resided here with his wife, Jesse Benton Fremont, and their daughter Elizabeth.  The genteel interior belies the dramatic lives of its occupants, who plumbed the depths of personal drama and scaled the heights of national prominence preceding their time in Prescott.  The powerful balance struck between the adventurer and his articulate, fiercely loyal wife still reaches out from the names, dates and places of history to touch the mind and heart.

By Melissa Ruffner

March is Women’s History Month, a celebration of women’s contributions to history, culture and society.

By Mary Melcher, Ph.D.

Women’s diaries, journals and letters provide a fascinating glimpse into the lives of Arizona’s pioneer women, their families and communities.  From reading diaries like these, we learn of Arizona women’s experiences, as well as territorial and state history.  These writings also help us understand the history of our own region.

By Al Bates

To those of us who still use newspapers—we learn from them, argue with them, line our bird cages with them—March 9, 1864, was an important day in local history for that is when the first issue of the Arizona Miner newspaper was published at Fort Whipple, then still at Del Rio Springs.

By Brad Courtney

This article is one of a series that will appear in this space during this year on historic events relating to the Arizona Territory’s Sesquicentennial.

There are many marvelous Prescott legends that are a delight to read or hear and, of course, retell.  Some, when researched thoroughly, reveal themselves as spectacular yarns.  Others are part truth, part fable, often based on a true story, but along the way the temptation to embellish and throw in extra characters and events proved too strong to their tellers.  Perhaps some are culminations of oral history gone wild.  One endearing and enduring piece of Prescott folklore, however, is a combination of certain true, distinct, and even related events.  Such is the legend of the Quartz Rock Saloon.

By Al Bates

This article is one of a series that will appear in this space during this year on historic events relating to the Arizona Territory’s Sesquicentennial and the founding and establishment of Prescott as the territory’s first capital.

The year 1864 was to be a busy one for Arizona’s newly arrived territorial officers.  There was much to be done to establish a functioning government in what had been a sorely neglected part of New Mexico Territory.

By Jan MacKell Collins © 2014

In Part 1 of this article, Ruth Wallace Moritz recalled how her mother, Cora Wallace, toiled as a rancher’s wife in northern Arizona.  Through Ruth’s eyes, Cora’s caring for her family and cowboys for the famous Hash Knife outfit around Holbrook illustrated daily life on a working cattle ranch.  In Part two, Ruth’s narrative continues to describe how Cora and her family moved to various ranches, including the famed O W Ranch outside of Young, and the family’s involvement in ranching life.

By Jan MacKell Collins © 2014

“She was really the one who raised us as Papa was away so much of the time.” So said Ruth Wallace Moritz of her mother, Cora Wallace. Ruth’s father Frank, a well-known Arizona cattle rancher, was often absent from home. Like so many others, Cora found being a ranch wife demanding. These hearty women spent much time alone, performing such chores as tending the garden, curing meat, pickling and preserving food, washing laundry, sewing, cleaning house, raising children, feeding livestock and more.

By Brenda Taylor

“Oh Rhett – what will I do, I have no paintings, no photographs of you!” Scarlett said between sobs.  Rhett answered in a soft confident tone. “My dear Scarlett, do not fret.  Let me cut a lock of my hair for you.  You can keep it close to you while I am away.”  Scarlett cried out with excitement, “Oh Rhett I love you! I will place your hair into my locket and keep it close to me always – as God as my witness!”