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Photos courtesy of the Little Snake River Museum

Early drawing of the Town of Dixon	D C Jones Blacksmith Shop	Dixon bridge and flood	Dixon bridge flooded
Dixon Flour Mill Truck	First truck load of Dixon Flour Mill	Dixon Hotel	Dixon Hotel in 1900
Dixon Saloon	Dixon Street	Chivington House, Dixon	Elk Loaded in Cages in Dixon
Jones House, Frank Stocks Grandfather	Lloyd & Effie Galloway house, 3rd St, Dixon	Mollie Ellis House 1908 Dixon	Perkins Boarding House next to Perkins Store, Dixon
P.O. Dixon, Dayton Jones shoveling sidewalk	Dixon Sawmill, PH Barn	Steele Place, Dixon	First new cars in Dixon
Group at Irons Saloon, Dixon	Mail Morning in Dixon	Mamie Anderson with Bill Stocks	New cars in Dixon
Ox team with load of freight from Rawlins	Airplane crash in Dixon	Street in Dixon WY.	Uncle Johns Bar, Dixon, WY
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Dixon Town Hall

Powder Rim; Old Indian Artwork

Photo by E. Campbell

My Dad Sig by Agnes Stocks

My grandparents Fredrik and Anna Anderson's second son, my dad, was born August 15 1897, in Boson Ma.  He was named Sigurd Wilhelm Knut.

Shortly after his birth, my grandparents, with their oldest son Phillip Stein and Sigurd moved back to Sweden.

They were back in America in 1905 living in Denver, CO where my Aunt Agnes was born.

In order for Grandpa to come to America he had to have a 4 year apprenticeship.  He became a carpenter.  None of the young men of Sweden could come to America without a trade.

Most everyone in Sweden were swimmers.  Grandpa would take his three kids down to Sloane"s Lake where they all learned to swim and became good swimmers.

Uncle Phil was an engineer for the Union Pacific railroad and aunt Agnes had gone to Barnes Business School and worked down town as a bookkeeper.  Daddy, I think was a dissapointment because he just did what he wanted to and nobody influenced him.

Daddy was in the army during World War One.  After being discharged from the army he and his friend Oscar Pearson filed on homesteads on Baker's Peak in Northeastern Co.

Grandma sang at funerals, weddings and other occasions, traveling around Denver.  One night she didn't come home.  They found her three days later.  She had been in a streetcar accident and was hurt.  I don't think she lived many years after that.

Daddy married my mother Mamie Schneider in 1927 in Craig, CO.  He was thirty years old and mother was seventeen.  They were happliy married for sixty four years.  I think the family was a little dissapointed because he didn't marry a Swedish girl but they learned to love her.  But couldn't understand why she didn't cook Swedish dishes.

My folks and I moved to Denver where daddy found work.  We weren't there very long before we moved back to Dixon and my sister was born then.

When I was eight years old we moved back to Denver.  Grandpa had a big house and fixed us an apartment upstairs, Uncle Phil had married and he and aunt Ingebor lived on the first floor and grandpa had an apartment down in the basement.

I thought that was really livin' because there was a lawn with pine trees, cherry orchard, and we had an indoor bathroom.  We didn't have any of those in Dixon.  Mother I guess didn't think it was so great so we moved back to Dixon.

Daddy worked at different jobs, he never set the world on fire, but made a living for us and he and mother were happily married for sixty four years.

When daddy grew old he had to go to the nursing home because he was having mini strokes.  He died four months before he was ninety five years old.  He is buried in the Reader Cemetary.


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THE SUMMER I WAS SIX, BY AGNES STOCKS

It was the summer I was six years old.  My sister was a baby.  Daddy worked in the Harris Mercantile store.  I spent the afternoon up at the store so mother could rest.

I watched daddy sack groceries, cut a pound of longhorn chess,  and put it in wax paper and then wrap it in brown paper and tie with twine.

The counters had windows showing what was in the bins in back of them.  There was dried fruit, cookies, candy, nuts, beans, rice and such.

Saturdays the ranchers and farmers would come to town for their supplies.  That was the day I fared well by getting candy and cookies.

Elzora Montgomery would walk 3/4 of a mile to town to the store, carrying a flour sack which she would put her purchases in to take back home.

Elzora had bright red dyed hair, wore a black dress with white polka dots.  There weren't any dots on the seat of her dress.  I found that very interesting.  Mother said sometimes that fabric had painted dots and other designs that wore off with use.

That was the summer of my content.