The Last of the Post Traders
(Extra)Ordinary People, Missing History Wendy Erisman (Extra)Ordinary People, Missing History Wendy Erisman

The Last of the Post Traders

Several of the photographs in the Loud family scrapbook that covers their years at Ft. Washakie, Wyoming, depict James K. Moore, the long-time post trader. Moore had come to the West as a young man and worked in various mercantile operations. He became the post trader for Ft. Washakie (then called Camp Auger) in 1871, before the actual fort was built, and he remained there until 1907, only two years before the fort was decommissioned.

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The Long Road to Independence
Missing History Wendy Erisman Missing History Wendy Erisman

The Long Road to Independence

A small, brown paper bag filled with mostly unlabeled, curling photos revealed history that I had never learned about in school. My grandfather, Louis A. Hoch, was a career U.S. Army officer. I knew that he had been stationed in the Philippines for a short time, but I knew nothing else about that period in his life.

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Thorough, Practical, and Refined
Journeys to the Unknown, Radical Ideas Wendy Erisman Journeys to the Unknown, Radical Ideas Wendy Erisman

Thorough, Practical, and Refined

As I wrote in a recent post, my great-grandfather Frank Barnhart was an oil driller who worked the North Texas oil boom. At the time, my grandmother Dorothy Barnhart was 11 years old, ready to start 6th grade, and Frank and his wife felt that an oil boom town wasn’t the best place for her to get an education. They decided to send her to boarding school at Our Lady of Victory Academy, a Catholic girls’ school in Ft. Worth, Texas.

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Declaring Independence
Radical Ideas, Missing History Wendy Erisman Radical Ideas, Missing History Wendy Erisman

Declaring Independence

I was recently in Boston, Massachusetts, where I visited the Old State House, built in 1711 to hold the offices of the colonial governor and council. There I learned that the Declaration of Independence was read from the building’s balcony on July 18, 1776. The task of reading the Declaration fell to William Greenleaf, the sheriff of Suffolk County and my third cousin eight times removed. Unfortunately, William’s voice was quite weak so he was obliged to recruit the help of Thomas Crofts, who repeated each line after William read it.

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