By Darla Anderson

Darla Anderson moved to Yarnell in the early 1960s with her parents. As a young lady, the old mining tales fascinated her, and living so close to one of Arizona’s premium mines was just too much to just sit by and look at it from afar. Rich Hill was a short distance from their home and, one sunny afternoon, she and her mother decided to take a closer look.

By Darla Anderson

(Darla Anderson was born on a small stock farm in Postville, Iowa, and lived there until she reached adulthood. In 1958, she vacationed in Arizona with her parents, Alpha and Vera Hangartner, and fell in love with the state. They moved to Yarnell in the early 1960s. There she married Harry M. Anderson of North Dakota and they lived in Congress at the base of the mountain below Yarnell.)

By Parker Anderson

Downtown Prescott needed a parking garage and South Granite Street was the site chosen. When an area is sited for construction, it is required by Federal and State Law that an archaeological investigation be done. In late 2002, Granite Street was bustling with archaeologists and volunteers recovering thousands of artifacts prior to the building of the parking garage. It is evident from the findings, and from historical accounts, that the area was Prescott's "red light district." The prostitutes living and practicing there when it was a legal profession (prior to 1918) were hidden from the patrons of Whiskey Row, yet readily accessible to the cowboys, miners and locals. Annie Hamilton owned and operated the largest such "house of ill repute."

By Ken Edwards

This is a part two article.  Please see the article titled, "Squatting on the Plaza, 1867 Style - Part 1," published on December 20, 2008.

Last week, Part I ended with the strong objection of local merchants to Mr. Ward's action.The entire town was enraged. The Arizona Miner stated that the identities had not been established of the "Party thus trespassing upon public opinion and private rights, with one exception, and that individual has been but a few months in the Territory. He has a good reputation as an engineer and millwright, and has been regarded as a very valuable man among us. We regret the step he has taken, and hardly believe he will persist in the course he has begun; in fact, knowing the gentleman as we do, we think he is joking." It was no joke.

By Ken Edwards

This is one of two articles.  Part two is titled, "Squatting on the Plaza: 1867 Style - Part 2," published December, 27, 2008 and is in the SHM Days Past Archives.

A squatter is an individual who settles on property belonging to someone else or to the government. After a certain period of occupancy he may claim the property as his own. In so doing, he is claiming squatters' rights or the right of adverse possession. This two-part article is the story of H.W. Ward, who attempted in 1867 to claim half of the Prescott Plaza as his own by using squatters' rights.

By Edna (Ballew) Patton and Parker Anderson

Edna Mae (Ballew) Patton lived in Skull Valley for over sixty years. In the late 1990s, she committed many of her memories to paper. Following are her writings. Edna died on July 31, 2008, only five days after meeting with Sharlot Hall Museum volunteer, Parker Anderson, and giving permission for her memoirs to be published.

My husband Warren and I arrived in Prescott with a very sick son on March 31, 1940. That summer, Warren asked me to fix a picnic lunch. He said he had something he wanted to show me. We picnicked in the woods and then drove out on the narrow ledge road above Copper Basin.

By Jeb Stuart Rosebrook, Ph.D 

The following article was adapted from an article initially published by the Society for American Baseball Research in "Mining Towns to Major Leagues: A History of Arizona Baseball." It is re-printed by the author's permission.

In January 1873, a Prescott paper, the Arizona Miner, reported one of the first games played in the Arizona Territory, a Christmas day match at Camp Grant in southeastern Arizona. "In the afternoon, an exciting game of base ball took place. This occupied the attention, [of] both of the combatants, until one o'clock, when the welcome call to dinner was wafted to our ears, and readily responded to." No score or outcome of the game was reported. With the first professional league organized in the East in 1871, and baseball being played in the far corners of the Western Territories, the game of baseball was on its way to becoming ingrained in America's consciousness - and Arizona's - as the national pastime.

By Parker Anderson

It was June 6, 1898. The dust had not yet settled from the hanging three days earlier of legendary Yavapai County outlaw James Parker, when the still of everyday Prescott life was shattered by the sound of gunfire on North Cortez Street. Soon, Dr. John Bryan McNally, one of Prescott's most prominent physicians, and remembered yet today as a great Prescott pioneer, staggered out into the street with a gunshot wound. It was nothing short of a miracle that McNally was alive, as reported by the Arizona Journal-Miner: "The bullet struck a watch in Dr. McNally's pocket, glancing off and then passed through the fleshy part of the left arm between the elbow and wrist."

By T. Stone 

In Part I, we learned that the 1918 Spanish flu arrived in Prescott on October 2, 1918 and the spread of infection rose and fell like a scythe cutting ripe wheat.

By T. Stone 

Ninety years ago, the world, in the final throes of the Great War (known today as World War I), was confronted with an influenza pandemic that ended up killing more than 50,000,000 people worldwide; a number at least twice the number of those soldiers who died in battle during the war. Some called it the "plague" but most called this contagion the Spanish flu because it was first reported as a pandemic in Spain.