Misc. Stuff of General Interest

Timber Falling

Timber Falling by C. David Turnboo II Well, here we are at the start of the thirtieth season of timber falling. I have managed to stay halfway healthy. I am still alive when twenty-six very good friends and fallers are not. Not to mention the lives lost in the logging cycle. I have not forgotten them and I use some of their gear every day....


My First Love Affair

(Editor’s Note: Dave Roberts, now deceased, was formerly a member of FLM’s Board of Directors, and was heavily involved with the Sierra Nevada Logging Museum in spite of his residing out of Calaveras County—Dave lived in Jackson which is in Amador Co. When he wrote this story early in 2004, the Shay had not yet been delivered to the Museum site in White Pines. However,...


True Stories

Here is our collection of colorful, first-person accounts of life in the “good old days” of logging and lumbering in the Sierra Nevada. If you have a story to tell, please drop us a line — we’d love to hear from you!

Choosing a Partner

By Lars Sanders Back in 1936, when I was 16 years old, and my next oldest brother was 20, he left our home in northern Minnesota to go out in the world and seek his fortune. More than a month later we got a letter from him telling us that he had a job with the Yellowstone Park Service. He said that he drove a...


The Day I Met Doc

  By Lars Sanders In the spring of 1950 Rena and I came to Ebbetts Pass from Mendocino County where I had been falling redwoods. The coast redwood region had been on strike and we arrived in Arnold with an old station wagon, two small children, Forrest and Evelyn, one lab retriever and about fifteen dollars cash after we paid Vic Perino for a month’s...


An Evening With Doc

by Lars Sanders   For ten of the twenty-two years that I fell timber for S.C. Linebaugh Logging, I was president of the local Lumber and Sawmill Workers Union, I only missed one meeting in those ten years, and that was to go to my brother, Morton’s, funeral up at Mt. Shasta.   During that time I had many meetings with Doc, after supper, up...


“Doc” Linebaugh

By David Davis Most people who have lived in White Pines or Arnold for a number of years know who “Doc” Linebaugh was, and many of them know Bruce and Glenn Linebaugh, his two sons. Those who don’t know members of the Linebaugh family probably know that one of the two parks at White Pines is named after Doc, who was a much loved and...


White Pines Logging Camp

By David Davis Dixie James, of Valley Springs, Calaveras County, is in many ways typical of the sharp-memoried “old timers” who are helping us to reconstruct the early history of White Pines. She is one of the few people remaining in the area who lived in one of the original tents that were set up in 1939, where White Pines Lake now sits. Her husband...


Christmas in White Pines

By Marge Bowman In the early 1940s and early 1950s there was always a school Christmas party. The lumber company purchased a small gift for each student. The ladies of the community would do the shopping and gift wrap them for Santa to deliver the evening of the school program and party. The lumber company and Doc Linebaugh furnished turkeys and all ingredients for a...


Camp Cooks Had Rules!

By Lars Sanders From 1938 in Minnesota, ’till 1957 In California, I stayed part of the time in logging camps and ate in the cook-house. There was one thing that was the same and very noticeable in each cook-house. and that was the attitude of the head cook. I never did live or eat in camp that had a woman cook, so I can’t speak...


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