Snapshots: Working on the Mill

Published by: SCNHC     Categories: Native American History

This photo was taken in 1912 at the Belton Manufacturing Company in Belton, SC. The image portrays the vast age differences between mill workers. The photo was taken by Lewis W. Hines, who worked for the National Child Labor Committee at the time. Here is the photo's description from the Library of Congress:

"Extremes of age in the Belton Mfg. Co., S.C. The boy is Fred Willingham. Been working six months in the Belton Mfg. Mill. Gets 50 cents. Sweeps. His next older brother has been doffing a year or two. Fred and his older sister had some confusion about the age. First making him out "going on 12" and then they raised it. Sister said record was not in the bible. Father and two boys in the mill. Location: Belton, SC."

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South Carolina's Forgotten Landmarks: The Long Cane Massacre

Published by: SCNHC     Categories: Top 12 Forgotten Landmarks 2014Native American HistoryHaunting Stories of the PastColonial History

In the fading pastel light of a Sierra Nevada winter afternoon, I park my car, grab my jacket and walk toward a distant visitor’s center. It is quiet, so still, so beautiful, so deathly quiet.

“Hi. How are you?” I say to the young woman behind the desk. “I’d like to visit the park.”

“The winter rate is two dollars,” she says. “We don’t get many visitors in the winter, so please give me a few minutes to rewind the movie. If you wish to visit the site of the Donner cabin, there is a path with guided signs behind this building.”

I sit and watch the movie. I already know much about the Donner Expedition, how in 1846 a large group of settlers left Missouri for California way too late in the season, how they made a series of mistakes in their westward journey, how they could have stayed in Reno for the winter but they decided to cross the Sierras in the hopes of reaching California, only to get stuck, right here. Some of the party lived, many died, and a few resorted to cannibalism. Some were selfish, but many were heroic and died so others could live.

The movie ends. I walk out of the building and make my way to where the Donner party hunkered down. It is early December and only a couple of inches of snow are on the ground, so much different from 1846 when the snows began in October, and did not quit. Today, weather experts believe that 1846 was one of the worst winters in California history.

I find the area where the makeshift cabin once stood. I see the huge boulder that served as a back wall, so I remove my glove, run my fingers over the cold stone, and in the twilight of a Sierra Nevada afternoon, I hear the voices.

I walked back to my car that afternoon, thinking that I would never again find such an evocative, deserted historic landmark, but I was wrong.

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