Reminisces of Old Joe Prewitt



    
    
    Mr Prewitt came to Durango, Colorado, in 1861 ,and in May, 1882 he came to 
    Farmington, which was his home for several years. At that time Farmington contained 
    only about ten buildings, and all of them were made of a adobe, with dirt roofs. "Not a 
    shingle in the town." "Well", he said, "it was just as well and in some instances, better. 
    For instance, frequently, there would be a group of cow-boys sitting in a saloon, and 
    just for amusement, they would shoot through the roof with their six-shooters, which 
    would have made a regular sieve of a singled roof,but with a dirt roof it did but little harm, 
    for the bullet could be seen to raise a little streak of dirt a few inches in the air, then the 
    dirt in the roof would just settle back and the hole closed up.
    
    Some of the old buildings are still in pretty good shape, especially the old Markley 
    Building, where I was located when I first went to Farmington. The two old school 
    houses were both adobe, but are now both encased in a sheathing of lumber. The 
    second school-house was really a church which was dedicated on Christmas day in 
    1883. The building was used for all kinds of meetings, except dances, it was never 
    used for dances. There was a man named George [Meedaam?], who was Presiding 
    Elder of the Methodist Church who opened a "School For Higher Education" in the 
    building, but it did not continue.
    
    The first fruit crop was harvested in 1883, but there was not more than a bushel or two 
    of it all told. But the fruit crop was soon greatly increased, and before many years the 
    fruit from The San Juan Valley was shipped by the train load across land and sea, and 
    this fruit has made for its self a wide reputation for good fruit with fine flavor. At this early 
    time Farmington had no shade trees but today the town can boast of many beauties and 
    adds much to the attractiveness of the homes there.
    
    "Frank Allen's Grand Hotel" was just a three rooms and west and north of Allen's place 
    Schuyler Smith had a farm (later bought by Blake) which was broad and falt and un-fenced 
    and often on Sundays, when the cow-coys of the town were out for a bit of fun, they 
    raced thrie ponies across this flat and on through the town, shooting their guns into the 
    air with a whoop stirring up both dust and noise.
    
    Occasionally Indians indulged in the same pastime, till one day in the winter on 84 - 5, 
    it had been fenced in by "Dobe jack" who lived on the place. The fence, which they did 
    not see in time to stop, was hit full force and all piled up in a heap, both horses and 
    Indians, and that was the last of the Indians racing through the town.
    
    The Navajo frequently brought in a wild turkey or a saddle of venison, which they gladly 
    sold for fifty cents.
    
    In front of the present "Avery Hotel" to the south and west of it, was (and is) an acre 
    or so of good flat ground-which had been sowed to winter wheat. In the spring it was 
    fresh and green looking and a good feeding ground for wild geese which frequently 
    furnished the inhabitants with a very palatable dinner of roast wild-goose.
    
    Making the trip to Durango at that time was quite an undertaking. The Animas River 
    was crossed nine times, and there being only one bridge, it had to be forded just eight 
    times. There was no road, 'twas but a trail where some one else had driven, avoiding 
    as best he could the roughest places, and winding around trees and big boulders, and 
    you had to keep a-going to make it in two days. If it was muddy it took three or four 
    days, and you couldn't make it at all if the snow was deep, while we make it in about 
    an hour in any kind of weather. Well, they had regular stopping places on the road where 
    we could get meals, but the best place of all was at the home of Mrs. Kountz, who 
    served such good meals, that we made every effort to get there at meal time. The memory 
    of them is still very vivid. She lived in that adobe house in Aztec still standing, but showing
    the age of its years, just between the bridge and a large garage as you enter the town 
    going north.
    
    The mail arrived from Durango, by going first to Ft. Lewis, then to the "Johnnie Pond 
    Ranch" on the La Plata, where the stage stayed over night, then to Pendelton, N.M. 
    the Post Office on the La Plata, in the store of Dan Rhoads, Post Master, on to Aztec 
    N.M. and across to Bloomfield, which was quite a town-and then down to Farmington. 
    We got the mail twice a week, except when the water was high.
    
    During the "Stockton War", in the early eighties, and after "Barker" had been killed, as 
    well as Fort Stockton, there occurred the killing of two men, one named Pyatt and one 
    named George Brown, Pyatt being on the Stockton side and Brown on the other side. 
    The shooting took place at a New Years dance when the two men met outside of the 
    dance hall, both men shot and both men were killed, each killed the other, as they were 
    both dead shots.
    
    "The first store in the town was "Miller's", and the second was Cheeney's, in the Old 
    Markley building, which was built by Cheeney, as well as the Old Palmer house, just 
    north of the present Palmer home, and both were bought by Mr. Markley when he arrived.
    
    "I was employed by Markley, and later went into the business with him. The demand 
    for produce was good, in those days, and when sold, brought good prices potatoes 
    10� per pound. Hay $140.00 per ton at times. Everything hauled from Chuma. There 
    was more water in the old Jan Juan in those days than there is now, and in the high 
    waters during the spring the river took it's toll and many were drowned. On August [?]th, 
    1881, the first regular train on the new Denver and Rio Grand R.R. rolled in to Durango 
    and Farmington helped to celebrate the event, which was done in a big way, as it meant 
    so much to both towns.
    
    "This was the beginning of the end of the "old days"
    
    "Yes, this was, but they were, in some ways, superior days. For people then were 
    honest, and brave, and would go to any length to do the right thing. We never locked 
    our doors - not even during a six weeks absence at a time. No stealing -- stealing 
    would not have been tolerated. People were always willing to extend their hospitality 
    to the traveler. Even the Indians would do the same. I remember when my brother and 
    I were lost on the reservation, some Indians took us in to a two roomed hogan, and 
    made us comfortable for the night with plenty of comforts and blankets and sheep skins 
    to sleep on. They were generous, too with food (no matter how hard it was for them to 
    get it) but it was better not to look too closely when they were preparing it. I have found 
    that the Indians will treat you well, provided you go half way, and treat him rightly."
    
    

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