When I spotted this photo in Chris Koskiniemi's Gallery, my first thought was, what a proud looking group of folks these were (and what cabin fever to bring them out in their shirtsleeves!) Chris said the picture belonged to an old neighbor of his, by the name of Joe Kobe. His wife said the camp was outside the Lake Linden boundary, not too far though. Joe was sent to work at this logging camp as a young boy. The first thing he bought with his earnings, was a camera. He continued photography as a hobby until his death in 1997. Sure would have been a treasure chest of Shoebox Memories, if Joe had an album in our Pasty Cam Guest Gallery and could have shared his stories with us too. Thanks Joe! (and Chris)

First post? We'll see in a second.

Gee, guess so.

Look at the size of the doors on the houses! They are about 5 inches smaller than the people!

Or maybe the amount of snow on ground makes them look shorter.

I'm not so sure the "good old days" were all that great. Looks like a pretty tough existence for pretty tough people.

I remember growing up there in Hubbell and our moms Uncle Joe Denomme would come to town about twice a year from the "Lumber Camp". It was a tough life and those "good ole days" were not so easy to live in as we now look back.

Steve, you said it all: pretty tough people! They worked hard for what they had, were thankful for the little blessings in their lives, and helped each other out. Some things we could all emulate today!

Dave S-FL I would have been the first post this morning but at 8:10 there was nothing to post on :') besides first post buys the beer. From the looks of things in the picture the simple days don't look as simple as I herd they were. Looks like some pretty hard work was going on there.

The Boniface Lumber Co. had a lumber camp east of Lake Linden. It was east of what is now known as the Post Road. It was called Camp 4 and was about 4 miles from Lake Linden as a crow flies. Boniface Lumber Co had a sawmill near Lake Linden and they would haul there logs to the mill with horses and sleds in the winter. That was one of many lumber camps in the area and probably the nearest to Lake Linden. Could be the one in the photo ? There was another lumber camp located south of the Rice Lake Road ,South about a mile from Bob Coderes camp, and about 6 miles from Lake Linden . Just a thought, could be either one.

My great-grandfather(and his father,too)worked as teamsters in the lumber camps on the AuSable River during winters. They had homesteaded their places about a day's journey south of the river by horse team. My father was talking to him about it one time, and Gramps told the story of how he had set out for the camps one winter's morning looking for work on the river and found that there was no work for him. He turned around the horses and came back home, arriving just before dawn. My father asked why in the world he hadn't spent the night at the camp and travelled home the next day. Gramp's answer was that he didn't want to "get lousy in the camp bunks", meaning he didn't want to get a lice infestation. Indeed, the good ole days always seem better than they really were.

THIS MORNING I SAW 4 LOGGING TRUCKS NEAR LAKE LINDEN. I'M HAPPY TO SEE INDUSTRY ... AND HARD WORK ...

This picture brings back memories of when I was a young lad living in #5 location. My grandmother and aunt would always bundle me up and take me outside in the middle of winter, while they only wore short sleve dresses. I only remember them wearing a coat when going to church.

reading (as my daughter would/does read aloud, or we'd trade off after each chapter) the "little house" series of books, or "Caddie Woodlawn" and the good ole days - like most peoples, are fond memories of hard work, close family and friends, faith in God, and the memories always fade out the struggles and fade in the goals achieved (living). Values some may have misplaced today?

When I was a young lad (about 65 years ogo) I can remember going to a lumber camp off the Gay - Mohawk road, with my dad. We drove in off the main road with an old 33 Buick, about 4 or 5 miles. The owner of the camp invited us into the cookshack and treated us to a big piece of apple pie & coffee., sure was good. They lived a rugged life in the camps, but they ate real well. The cooks would make a big pot of pea soup, They would let it freeze out in the winter weather and when they wanted to have some for supper they would simply take an axe and chop large chunks off and heat it up. Pea soup and salt pork was a favorite. I knew a logger and his partner who were sawyers,using a crosscut saw they would work together,one on each end of the saw and wouldn't utter a word to one another, all day unless it was absolutely neccessary. It was all work.

Would it be the same today? I would think not. Besides, it's almost time for my coffee break :o)

The other day coming from Houghton to Calumet, I counted 7 logging trucks heading south!!!! I must say, they don't look too dressed for winter. That poor little kid. Yes, the houses are small!!!
I just watched an intersting logging show on PBS last night :)

My paternal grandfather was a camp cook in the lumber days. I was only told selective stories due to the "nature" of the content of the stories. Lumber camps were cosidered very rough. Lice and drinking only a couple of "vices".

LOVE DA PICTURE

Actually, with the one man in a suit this could be a Sunday morning picture with everyone in their Sunday best, ready for services - IF there was a church close enough to go to that is!

As a crow flies, what does that really mean? Why is it a crow? Help me out.

My Isoisa's family were friends with the _Finnish Fibbles_ family (Jingo Wirtanen?). In one of those books she talks about how her mother made all of her brothers go straight to sauna from the camps and then mom would boil all of their clothes beore they were allowed in the house. This was to prevent the lice coming home to the family.

Re: the photo, were women and children at the camps? I thought there were usually bachelor places.

Just a bit of a concern...
I've been geting emails from xxxxx@pasty.com which contain viruses...
There have been 15 of them this week alone...
I've been deleting them when Norton finds them...

Not sure why this is happeining..
today there were 3 from jamlady@pasty.com...
id this person here?
are u aware that you have a virus lurking in your system?
please check

crow flies shortest distance between to points many times they tend to fly straight however i like as the turkey flies but i doubt if it will ever catch on

Dave s wisc the samething is happening to me. I got two today and a couple last week all with the pasty.com on it. I sent it to McAfee then delete
it. It is saying it's a worm. O good just what i need.

To dave s wisc:

Most of the current virus are able to "spoof" the identity of the sender. If the above pasty.com eamil addresses are in the "From:" header of the messages in question, you can pretty much be assured that it did *not* come from that person's computer. The virus grabs email addresses at random and puts them in the 'From' and 'To' headers, using it's own mail program to send them out. If you know how to decipher the other headers, you *might* be able to learn what ISP or network was used to send it, but I doubt it was pasty.com.

To: dave s wisc and JBM ..Warren Mi.:

TLM has it right. Perhaps you folks haven't been watching Pasty Cam very closely...
click on this link to PastyCam notes for Feb 04-04
Then scroll down to the entry entitled:
"By Suzanne,in Oregon on Wednesday, February 4, 2004 - 09:23 am:",
and look for the following note from Charlie:

Special note from Charlie: If anyone receives a note appearing to be from a pasty.com or pasty.net address which indicates a virus, you can rest assured that it DID NOT come from the person it claims. Pasty.NET members enjoy the most complete email virus protection of any nationwide dial-in service available, as well as our U.P. wireless members. If you look closely in the raw detail of the offending message, you will see it probably came from AOL, Earthlink, Charter, or some other un-protected service, using a process known as "spoofing". Customers of such services who become infected, unknowingly send messages which use names in their address book as the FROM field. This is intended to obscure the true source of the virus. In the scenario above, jerry@pasty.com was an innocent bystander in the address book of the other person's virus infected machine.

Ok..thanks much :)
Those viruses are a pain...they must be running rampant right now, as I'm getting several a day from several places...
just wanted to be sure :)

by the way...our beloved Badgers fell a bit short in the NCAAs today...real bummer...
but watch out next year :)

My understanding is that it was pretty common to bring all the prized possessions outside when the photographer showed up. I've seen ones from Nebraska that included a sewing machine outside the sod house.

Speaking of viruses, how do you block Lycos IE?
I thought I had it deleted then it came back. That thing is a real nuisance. More pop ups than the pop corn machine at the movies.

Google "spybot" as a free download to get rid of all the spyware on your computer. The first time I used it I found 157 folks tracking my whatever habits and I am a straight arrow. Now I click on spybot almost everyday and still find spyware from reputable sources that I trust. Pretty sad............

As Walter said, A crow flies the shortest distance between two points, They dont follow any roads or trails. It's just an old time figure of speech.
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A very old friend of mine had a great saying "The only good thing about the good old days is that they are gone".

I have the greatest memories growing up in the 40's & 50's in the Copper Country, one was serving mass at the Dunken Logging camp cook house a log cabin with a dirt floor. The less then luxurious living and working conditions back then plus living in the winter wonder land were the best. Having had the personal pleasure in the winter of shoveling a parking area for 2 trucks, ARMED WITH A Coal SHOVEL sure gave me a strong work ethic, and a bad back.