PIONEER VILLAGE, ARIZONA

Pioneer crafts, crops, and livestock all bring history to Rie at Pioneer, Arizona, 24 miles north of Phoenix on Interstate 17. Open daily, guides are in territorial dress.

Apricot, quince, plum and cherry trees, and could supply any reasonable demand for butter, cream, milk, eggs or fresh meat from his poultry yard or herd of cows and drove of sheep. There was an ice house well filled, two deep wells and several springs of pure water."

It has been on such detailed records as this that the build-ing of Pioneer Arizona has been based. "If at a certato period represented by our ranch they had quinces and plums but not grapes, we must know that," says Jo Ara Schmitt Graham, executive director.

Then she smiles a little sheepishly and admits the Foundation has made a few basic concessions to modern demands. "I was a little embarrassed," she says, "whon a little Catholic boy went in the community chauch and asked where the con-fessional boxes were. Before I could answer, another kid spoke up and said they were the small 'His' and 'Her' struc-tures out back. I didn't have the heart to explain that in this particular case everybody was wrong and that the little board structures ont back were false fronts disguising a power trans-former and a compressor for the church's cooling system, so important to the comfort of modern visitors during Arizona's warm summer."

The Foundation (recognized as a tax-exempt, educational enterprise by both the U. S. Internal Revenue Service and the State of Arizona) is not rationalizing when it incorporates into its plans such apparent contradictions as air conditioning and modern fire fighting apparatus disguised in old fashioned outhouses; when it designs in the most modern techniques of sewage reclamation to overcome the peremial shortage of water for irrigation that plagued the pioneers; when it sprinkled its dirt roads with invisible bonding compounds to lay the dust for the comfort of visitors.

"One of our basic jobs," Mrs. Graham says, "is to imbue our guests with a sense of the continuum of history. They understand the values of today's American way of life much better when they experience for themselves the sense of discovery. 'Gee! Can you imagine how hot and dusty it must bave been... Then, 'Why isn't it now? Then they begin to understand the importance of the hours men and women spend in modern industrial and research laboratories, why genetics is an important science, why in some respects at least -- the growth of government and taxation has been justified by the services provided."

Special educational tours are offered to Scouts, schools, etc, at the living-history museum of Pioneer, Arizona. These Boy Scouts ere staging a hose cart race, Another unique feature of Pioneer Arizona is that it incorporates into its basic plan an extensive nature study program. The National Audubon Society's Nature Centers Division devoted some 15 months and $18,000 to master planning 200 acres of mountain slopes studded with cactus and lava outcroppings. Trails were laid out, disguised artificial springs for the use of wildlife were designed. Already well started, this section when complete will provide a living, ontdoor classroom for the study of man's relation to his environment. Included will be more than four miles of foot trails with explanatory emphasis on the uses of the native flora by Indians and pioneers for food, liquor, dyes, medicine, etc. Included are interpretive ramadas, mineralogical exhibits, a fur trapper's camp of 1825 (recreated from the diary of Sylvester and James O. Pattie, famous old mountain men); and a display of the prehistoric artifacts found on the site and dated and annotated by Curator Tom Cain of the Heard Musewn as belonging to the Hohokam culture, circa 1200 A.D.

One of the most deeply rooted of all Arizona traditions is, if you don't have it, make do with what you have. It's a basic law of survival in the rugged mountains and searing desert, and the builders of the Pioneer Arizona Foundation incorporated it into their basic modus operandi from the beginning. For example, the first historic building to come to the village was the original school house from the old settlement of Gordon, 30 miles east of Payson in the Tonto Rim country made famous by Zane Grey. At first the offer of the gift was accepted with cheers and alacrity. Then came realization that cach log of the structure would have to be clearly marked for position, the whole structure blueprinted and photographed in detail, then each piece diamantled and transported over long unused roads and modern highways to Pioneer, and finally precisely reassembled at the new site.

The Foundation has never been subsidized by public funds of any kind, and in those early days some ten years ago voluntary donations were scarce. It would take manpower and motive power to move the school house, and the Foundation had neither the motorized equipment nor the manpower to do the job.

The answer came from the Arizona Air National Guard, which supplied men and equipment, from the Washington Women's Club (of Phoenix) which supplied restoration funds, and from the Neighborhood Youth Corps which was looking for constructive employment for disadvantaged youngsters of the Phoenix inner-city area. Through their combined efforts the schoolhouse was moved, along with its companion teacherage, and restored in precise detail at Pioneer. Members of the Foundation even became expert instructors in the lost art of hand-adzing to teach the NYC kids to make authentic replacements for those logs too far decayed by weather to be used again.

Similar stories can be told in connection with every building, every yard of road and trail, every tree and artifact on the property. The vast bulk of the work has been done by volunteers ranging in age from early teens to past sighty. No endowment, no large grant has speeded the work or alleviated the burdens.

Business sponsors, however, have helped mightily. The Ray Lumber Company, any, an old Arizona firm, built the lumber yard and carpenter shop which, when conspleted, will conMrs. Grace Fant, 81, and a winter visitor from Texas was. a regular volunteer guide at the original teacherage from Gordon, Arizona.

stitute a reconstruction exhibit of the history of construction methods and transportation. The Valley National Bank has recently completed, at a cost of more than $50,000, the reconstruction of the first Valley Bank of Phoenix. It is a concrete and brick structure accurate to final detail, furnished with geamine antique desks, chairs, ledgers, pens et al and featuring an elaborate handmade partition enciosing the tellers' cages - an accurate copy to the last curlycne and grille. Behind the officers' foyer has been installed the original vault door. Goetti Brothers Metal Products Inc. has finished the reconstruction of a tin shop of 1880 drawn from detailed photographs and records of a shop that supplied Prescott. When it is in working order, the shop will build a replica of a windmill of that era, and the windmill will be erected as a working: model outside the shop for customers' inspection, just as was done in the old days. The mill will tap into the waderground cistecas supplied by the village's water main and will actually pusap water. Visitors will be invited to have a drink, because every part of the system will conform to rigid standards of the modern State Health Department.

A bar which served the thirsty winers of Mayer and Jerome has been donated by A. J. Bayless Markets Inc. A huge structure Steve Hunter gets a refreshing drink from the spring house log.

HERB AND DOROTHY MC LAUGHLIN

Pioneer, Arizona is an experience for the young people of this and future generations. By reading, doing, seeing and living the past, they can know and understand why the "old folks" think and act unlike their contemporaries.

No matter where in these United States our ancestors lived they were influenced by environment and the ways of life dominant in a particular ethnical cultural situation. Pioneer, Arizona typifies the early American culture of the Southwest.

HERB AND DOROTHY MO MC LAUGHLIN HERB AND DOROTHY MC LAUGHLIN

Pioneer, Arizona is the treasure house of Americana dear to the hearts of past generations, such as the old kerosene lantern and milk can pictured in artist Andorfer's painting.

The oil painting titled, "Retired," 16" x 20", is the work of D. E. Andorfer premier mid-America artist of St. Joseph, Missouri.

Picture its dimensions are eleven feet high by twenty in length of solid cherry, it sports a marble base and brass foot rails. The bar will be housed in a reconstructed saloon from Gila Bend. The original opened in 1880 and featured a sign, "Whis (a drawing of a key) Road to Ruin." When complete the structure will be a family restaurant complete with sarsaparilla.

Through the Tell Foundation Mr. and Mrs. Andrew Tell gave the reconstruction of the 1879 St. Paul's Methodist Episcopal Church of Globe, Arizona. Its 60-foot bell tower dominates the village, just as the original dominated the booming, lusty mining camp. And just as in the old days, the church has grown, on its own, to be the rallying place for the activities of Pioneer. Here groups of visitors are assembled and seated for explanatory talks of what life in Arizona in pioneer days was really like.

In the church at such special occasions as Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter are held appropriate services, while frequently on Sundays during the rest of the year interdenominational services are conducted by ministers of various faiths. Visitors, of course, are invited to attend, and usually the sermons and form of service reflect the respect for the Arizona and American heritage and the sense of the continuum of history to which the Pioneer Arizona Foundation is dedicated.

The intensive research the Foundation does before undertaking any building revealed that in northern Arizona's severe winter climate the most frequently used insulating material was newspaper. Thus chinks in the walls and under the roofs of the teacherage and the northern Arizona home of the 1880s are stuffed scraps of newspaper, and the visitor learns that despite such precautions the children who slept in the loft often awoke to find their quilts piled with snow or caked in ice. This impressive log house and its fascinating furnishings all are original. The money to move the house, log by log, board by board, was provided by the Phoenix Women's Club, and the actual work of the moving was a cooperative effort of the Seabees Reserve, the Southwest Forest Industries Inc., Neighborhood Youth Corps kids and the usual coterie of volunteers.

While not all early settlers were bad men or law men, there were enough around to make jails a scene of high activity. Although original use is not anticipated, according to Mrs. Graham, Pioneer will soon have its own jail. Currently under construction, the facility is a recreation of the first Maricopa County jail built in the late 1800s. The original steel cells have been transported from their first location in the old County Court House and will be used with adobe blocks made at the site by mixing grass and straw in mud.

Some graphic evidences of the hardships endured by the pioneers are the Duppa stage station and wagon maker's building. Both are crude structures, built out of native materials mesquite and cactus wood, wattle, brush and mud. But into each went as diligent research as into the church or any other building. The Duppa building is an exact replica of that inhabited for some years by the somewhat mysterious "Lord" Darrel Duppa, the man reported to be responsible for naming the city of Phoenix. The original was very close to the site of the present reconstruction.

Plans for the reconstruction and restoration of even more buildings are constantly being made, revised and implemented by the directors of Pioneer Arizona Foundation, museum volunteers and the organizations which have become involved with the town. Announcement in the February 28, 1972 U.S. News and World Report that Pioneer, Arizona has been recognized by the American Revolution Bicentennial Commission as an official project by the state should kindle even more activity.

The museum is open seven days a week, 52 weeks a year from 9 a.m. until sunset. Visitors are reminded that sunset comes early in winter months, and the Foundation suggests at least a couple of hours be allotted for the tour. All day is suggested for those who want really to get into everything available, including at least a short walk over the nature trails.

Entering the gate, the visitor can visit the upper end of the village, including the lumber yard and carpenter shop. Then he may be picked up by a horsedrawn, guide-driven wagon for a "ride into history." He may walk or ride as much as he likes during his stay. It's all included in the price of admission.

Admission prices are $1.50 for adults, $1 for students and military personnel and fifty cents for children. Reduced rates are available for organized groups, which are accommodated Monday through Saturday providing advance reservations are made.

A LITTLE CHILD

Sitting there alone among the flowers, quiet and subdued. Her soft, lovely skin fresh and delicate like the petals of the flower in her hand. Beautiful, enormous black eyes, fringed with long, curling lashes, reminding me of the daisies that surround her, looking at me, wide with wonder, wonder at the infinite beauty of earth's creation. Her tiny little hands gently cup the yellow flower, hands that will someday create lovely things. She smiles and her eyes soften and fill with wisdom wisdom that all small children seem to possess.

MIRACLE HILL

I stand upon my miracle hill, Wondering of the yonder distance, Thinking, when will I reach there? I stand upon my miracle hill. The wind whispers in my ear. I hear the songs of old ones. I stand upon my miracle hill. My loneliness I wrap around me. It is my striped blanket. I stand upon my miracle hill. And send out touching wishes To the world beyond hand's reach. I stand upon my miracle hill. The bluebird that flies above Leads me to my friend, the white man. I come again to my miracle hill. At last, I know the all of me Out there, beyond, and here upon my hill.

INDIAN PRAYER

Turn my mind from darkness Into the path of light, Oh, sender of the sun! Maker of morning! Out of the shadow take my thoughts And set them on the trail of dawn, Helping them to keep to it, However hard and steep the way, Until, the long climb over, Once again I stand upon high ground, With Night's black canyon left behind, And brightness all around me!

INDIAN TURQUOISE SONG

Turquoise is the color of sky Bringing a fortunate day Turquoise necklace, bracelet, ring Chase evil spirits away; Turquoise here turquoise there Good luck follows everywhere.

Yours Sincerely

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OPPOSITE PAGE

"Navajo Fire Dancers-Mountain Way" acrylic on panel - 28" x 22" This is one of the most exciting and frenzied of all Indian Dances - a thrill to watch and demanding the utmost from the dancers.

All Poko Petek paintings reproduced in this issue, courtesy of THE MARTIN GALLERY, SCOTTSDALE, ARIZONA

BACK COVER

"Zuni Turkey Dancers" oil on canvas - 40" x 30" Every aspect of Zuni life is completely integrated with their religion. Dances are one of the main necessities for maintaining harmony with their gods.