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Document - Historical information/data - Over the Years - Publication of the Dakota County Historical Society - 9/1/1989 to :i i~ °"MRne¢~am.. ~°"~W"^,.r.ra,.ti _ 4 e a t o-. Wll r , M F I i Molo ~ . r Over the Year Volume 29 Fall 1989 A publication of the Dakota County Historical Sociei The Dakota County Historical Society Museum are located at 130 3rd Avenue No: South St. Paul, MN 55075, (612) 451-6260. Introduction This issue of Over the Years is a delightful stc about a small community in Eagan Townsh whose days are past. Nicols stood in t] Minnesota River bottoms along the railw; between Mendota and Shakopee, just east where Cedar crosses the Minnesota River. Nice was unique for a number of reasons, and the tal( of its residents are homespun and endearing. Fortunately author James Wallin captured tli sentiments of Nicols' residents from the resident themselves. Their stories paint beautiful image of the town where trains rumbled and rare an delicate wild flowers grew--where break-nee] kids tobogganed and quicksand threatened the unweary. James Wallin has done a great service foi Dakota County history, colorfully capturing thi bygone Dakota County town. On the Cover The Nicols Depot in the early 1900s. The station was manned by agent Raymond Spencer an Englishman. Dakota County Historical Society Collection. E ~I v E. 31e~ SELL ELL ;7 .3S R ! L.F. /01 H. R rya w 13roeu QrcE T/rNPP e). 2. WIN e,. ay 19 K wf. //S N. .N,K J Sr Pine , 311 r err • /1. Oo N W .fl as r J E. F, ~I~~I[[ Mi" , Litt 73 3o W a m Pocr ILA ~ a m ~ V~ ~ j Z e \ V f~~ A rER T T 41NeS• 0 4j yy.! AsP L.r 1~ A. r E. 3 j1. / t / I1 /°6RR°N EL WSLL^ a: r • 7 7y~ (~Jj pM• ICO s •Re/J, a Es. ELW A. E er A,. L Q• 4vstaFSeN 1900-1980 / y9 YO os 4~ The Life and Death l /;/__O A y= of a Most Unusual Town /97 ADS,,AN Se • by James Wallin paHL J. NASb °rrnt 000 4 L O OD F. . O * C B y the time I first discovered Nicols, its glory days were N N COLS ST ALL NND over and only remnants of the once bustling town remained. y'tiE ! rrENNfALY • 7°° It seemed out of place between the shiny, new suburbs of sR A. N Bloomington and Eagan, just a cluster of faded buildings C. J• LA v . down in the valley of the Minnesota River. I knew it as a -o rw'FO young man growing up in Bloomington, but when I went o • • away to the St. Croix Valley, Nicols went away, too, forever. IeA H Al T WiPVr- Curious about what happened to that little railtown in the sip 13 s )RW&WAes valley, I discovered that it had become a suburban I.. Iho ghost-town, gone but definitely not forgotten. That was interesting enough, but it was the uniqueness that caught my attention. Nicols-on-the-Minnesota was no average The Nicols area in Eagan town; it was most unusual for these parts, or anywhere for Township in 1950. that matter. Who would call ordinary a Minnesota town known as "quaketown," home of world-famous molding sand, former onion-shipping capital of America, and home to the rare perched fens? The most unusual feature of Nicols was that most of it was built on a damp, spongy peat bog. It was probably the only "quaketown" with guaranteed daily tremors. The tremors occurred every time a train came through. Imagine a layer of moist pipe tobacco 30 feet thick, tilt it so it drains, and you've got a good idea of the ground beneath "downtown" Nicols. Joe and Liz Kennealy, former residents, say, "With each passing train, the whole area trembled just like we were having a major earthquake." The foundations of all the buildings were just "floating" on the spongy peat. They wiggled like they were built on rubber. Fortunately the Nicols Pavilion and the schoolhouse were built above the town on blufftop gravel. "You got used to it--the china Fall 1989 Page 1 T i ter.. A ) - 1 ~ ?x I A", , . a~ dam ,a at r ~ 3 1"1,tY 4'11,. NyT' g a Looking northeast at Nicols Depot in 1964, a year before rattling and the pictures trembling every day and night," its demolition. Photo by Bob Kennealy remembers. Only Eph Beaudette had a real Kuehn in the Dakota County "stand-up" basement; everyone else just had a crawl Historical Society Collections. space. But in spite of the frequent shaking, the buildings all held up amazingly well. Folks felt the trains most at the depot and the old store, but even a block away vibrations made the ground quake. It was just one unusual feature of a distinctly different railtown with a character all its own. Another unusual aspect of Nicols was that it never really was an official town, although it appeared on state and county maps. Actually it consisted of a railroad station and a few buildings within a larger rural area called Eagan Township. In our country's early days, just about every cluster of a half-dozen buildings had a bank, which Nicols didn't, and even two buildings were big enough for a post office, but Nicols never got this either. By the height of its importance, in the teens and twenties, few people knew the source of the town's name. (Actually, back in 1867, the depot was built and named for John Nicols, who owned the original site which was one and a half miles to the northeast. He never lived in the area and sold out his interests by 1890.) In about 1900, Jim Scott erected the first general store, where old Cedar Avenue crossed the railroad tracks, and in 1908 the Nicols Depot was moved to sit across from the store. This became the nucleus for the once famous station-town. Standing on the old store site today, Ephraim Beaudette, who lived here during the boom years, describes Nicols: "The Scott Store was close to the tracks, and Jim had a drive-through Fairbanks scale where farmers could weigh in their loads. He also raised crops and cattle, and he and his brother Paddy, who was mentally retarded, ran both operations and lived above the store. Their store was Page 2 Over the Years VIAL, k ~ff f, d 41'T VIL Jim Scott's Nicols Store photographed in 1917. Donated by Jack Kennelly, Dakota County Historical Society Collection. different from others 'cause they even carried paint, medicine, hand-scooped ice cream, and sold insurance. There was a big screen-porch on the east side, where town folks would get together for cold drinks, cards, and socializing on warm summer nights. I guess Jim really preferred farming. The store was closed in the mid-twenties and never reopened, but the brothers continued to live there. I guess Paddy died in the mid-thirties; he was up in his seventies. Jim lived into A I~ his late eighties and he always lived modestly. They say he owned farms and thousands of acres when he died. "Just a few yards west of the store was my house, which I built all by myself in the mid-teens, and my first wife Molly and I raised five kids there. I'm twice widowed and married again, you know. I was the area's jack-of-all-trades, sawmiller, and thrashing machine operator. I had a waterwheel in the creek that generated Jim Scott, general store electricity. We had lights here 20 years before anyone else owner and farmer with, in the count and there was enough juice to run Jim's left to right, Lode Blum, Y, J Mary Blum, Loretta Lis- store and the McCrank's house, too. After I moved to Prior sick, and Tracy Lissick. Lake in '26, my brother Reo, the Brauns, and finally the Photograph courtesy of Palmers lived there. Jim Lissick. "Two blocks downhill to the west on the river was Charlie Callan's bar and restaurant, Callan's Meadows. Old Charlie ran that place for 40 years, then several others had it. Finally I guess it was a Legion Club where boaters could tie up and have dinner and drinks on the river. While I lived here we never flooded here at the railroad crossing'cause the ground is about ten feet higher. I guess it did in later years. Charlie's, however, flooded lots of times. In fact, they went under and cleaned up that old building so many times that they had a ruler inside showing the water marks from each flood. Fall 1989 Page 3 N~l d I i i 010-001" V y ` x ago r iiVN i NOW 41111 r .F Nicols Pavilion in 1986 also the "Across the river on the Bloomington flood plain was Biltmore Club and Tavern, built by the Beaudettes in 1925-1926 Warren Carpenter's house and fields. He shipped produce and located at 3650 Kennebec out of the station here. Everybody knew Warren and his Drive in Eagan. It also served as wife, Christine (Pinky). She was the telegraph operator a temporary school and general at the depot and their three kids were friends of our kids. store and now houses two plumb- ing and and heating firms. Photo "On the north side right across from my house lived Bill courtesy of James Wallin. McCrank. He was a handyman and laborer, and he and his wife had seven little McCranks. Next door on the east were some livestock pens and a cattle loading chute that Jim Scott owned. Joe Kennealy told me that one time Jim took several carloads of cattle out and ran them up the old road, which was just dirt then, and way out to Lakeville 15 miles south. Joe says it looked like something right out of 'Gunsmoke.' Folks 'round here called it the last cattle drive in Dakota County, and no doubt it was. Then between the chute and the tracks was Scott's onion and potato warehouse, and a bigger produce scale. "Across the rails was the Chicago, Milwaukee, St. Paul, and Pacific depot with Ray Spencer in charge. He not only supervised all of the shipping, but he sold us passenger tickets, too; if I remember right, a ride to St. Paul was about 15 cents. Ray, the missus, and their little-uns lived just a tater-toss up the road. "A block up the hill and across old Highway 13 lived my brothers and their families--Fostin, who was the area's well-driller, and Rosario, who everybody called Reo, was a businessman. The one-room school was just down the block. Fostin had an arm crushed in a drilling accident, but you know in spite of the terrible pain, he drove a team of horses a dozen miles to St. Paul to get it amputated. Back in the twenties, we Beaudettes built the Nicols Pavilion on the bluff. It's a big two-story building with a mansard roof and is still standing. Reo ran it as the Biltmore Club and Tavern. It was a hoppin' dance place and night spot for years. Back in the early thirties, when a firebug burned the old schoolhouse, they held classes in Page 4 Over the Years H> F u S p i +Y' S £ ~J+ `5f % a.+.l6Yxao".. ,fix. kF w~ ° t yam, a a. 4 A 1930s photograph with Joe the bar's party room 'til the new school was finished. It Lissick on left and Ephraim Beaudette on right. was good for a few laughs, too. Imagine a mother telling Photograph courtesy of Jim her young kids to hurry up and get down to the saloon by Lissick. nine in the morning! You might say those kids all passed their `bar exams.' Prohibition was still on and we adults were supposedly only drinking soft drinks there, anyway. Fact is, there was plenty of 'moonshine' made and sold right here in these hills; lots of it was pretty good, too. "Anyway, we knew all of the farm folks in the area, especially the Lissicks, Ruegers, Hauses, Adelmanns, and Kennealys. They were pretty much considered townfolks. So the old town was strung out about a mile long, the depot, general store, warehouse, school, six houses, several farms, and a bar on each end. That was Nicols." An unusual Nicols feature was that, although tiny in size, it was a "little giant" commercially. It never had more than 18 adult residents, but it had the commercial output and variety of a city many times its size. While most tiny hamlets served normal farmers' and travelers' needs, Nicols figured prominently in international trade, agriculture, fisheries, and metal-working. It was known all over the U.S. and Canada. A special product called molding sand was Nicols' most famous export. Through a rare occurrence, created by glaciers, just the right proportions of silica sand and clay became mixed. "It was absolutely the best molding sand west of New York State," says Joe Kennealy, who took over the operation from his father. "Charlie Snyder discovered it, and the foundry that tried it agreed it was `the best in the West' for sand casting bronze, aluminum, brass, and cast iron." Even today sand is used to make car and tractor motor blocks. Used by some of the biggest foundries in the region, this sand is one reason the Twin Cities became a leading metal-pouring center. Some of the Kennealys' biggest customers were the once thriving Minneapolis-Moline Tractor Plant, the St. Paul Foundry, Fall 1989 Page 5 Zh l a:- Driving in winter on the snow- covered frozen Minnesota River, Cedar Avenue Bridge world-famous sculptor Paul Granlund, and the huge in background. Photograph Midway Ironworks at Raymond and University in St. Paul, courtesy of Violet McCrank. which consumed about 6,000 pounds each day. As proof of the high quality of the famous Nicols sand, it was shipped for many years all the way up to Flin Flon, Manitoba, 500 miles north of Winnipeg, fully a thousand miles north of Nicols. Freight costs were very high--about $360--equivalent to $1,500 today for every box car load. The operation's owners finally discovered silica sand under Lake Winnipeg, so they were able to artificially create their own mixture and save the high costs. The Kennealys' biggest year was 1953, when there were back orders for a whole trainload in the spring. These companies that once brought the Twin Cities world renown are now mostly gone and with their passing, the demand for Nicols sand steadily decreased. Minneapolis-Moline vanished, replaced by a discount store. The cycle companies disappeared by the thirties, and many small shops either moved away or closed for good. The seventies was the end of the era, when the molding sand pits were replaced by new apartments and office buildings. A technological change happened, too, when artificially mixed molding sand was introduced, but it's still very difficult to beat the natural Nicols mixture. No doubt more than once an old metal pourer, surveying a flawed casting said, "Yah, we should'a used the good old Nicols product, now there was some real molding sand." Then there were the onions--whole trains loaded with 'em--so many that Nicols, with nearby Mendota and Wescott Station, became the "Onion Shipping Capital of America" in the early 1900s. Onions from Dakota County were shipped all over the country. The business was largely due to entrepreneur Esdras Bernier and his son, who had their headquarters in Mendota. They introduced onion culture to the area, and sold seed and other supplies Page 6 Over The Years JA ilk 7 a, on credit until a grower's crop came in. Irishman Pat Fee 1 K and his family had as many as seven acres--over 650,000 4 onions!--in one hand-planted, hand-weeded, hand-harvested field (not to mention 10 acres of potatoes to boot). The Fees could hand-load two boxcars a day just t~ , by themselves. By the teens, labor-saving onion digging :A and topping machines had been developed, and this allowed growers to plant even more acres. Even with theme machines, everyone from eight to eighty had to work in the 4*1 fields, and because families were growing smaller, lots of the local Nicols kids were hired for two or three cents an hour. About ten tons per acre was an average yield for a year. . In spite of all of the "hands and knees" labor involved, Jim McCrank harvesting onions, the tangy tubers matured quickly and made a good cash possibly at Warren Carpenter's crop. Unlike the Yukon Gold Rush at the same time, the Farm, ca. 1936. Photograph cour- "Onion Rush" lasted quite a while--from the mid-1880s to tesy of Violet McCrank. the early 1920s, when several bad years hit the area's growers. Texas farmers also discovered the "white gold" at about this time. They had the advantage that they could ship them fresh nearly year 'round, so the northern farmers lost out. Every fall Nicols producers filled their own basements plum-full, and many rented their neighbors' cellar space as well, waiting for the highest prices. But by 1922, the long boom had gone bust; good prices never returned, and area farmer John Jensen was offered only a dime a bushel, about 250 onions, or 25 for a penny! He had to burlap-bag and deliver them a dozen miles to St. Paul for this price, too. In disgust, he pulled them out of storage and used them all for spring fertilizer. Though onions are famous for their ability to make the eyes water, there may not have been any tears shed by hundreds of rural kids as the last load of "Old Backbreakers" rolled out of Nicols Station. Fishing was another major industry of the tiny town. Fall 1989 Page 7 - . , ~ .tea:. Andy Lissick bringing in hay at Nicols. Photograph courtesy of Warren Carpenter, who passed away at age 92 in June Jim Lissick. 1987, was the area's commercial fisherman. He caught millions of "rough" fish--carp and buffalo fish and even a few of the ferocious-looking alligator gars, which he threw out as inedible. Minnesota, with over 15,000 lakes, can afford the luxury of calling some fish "rough," but in the South and East these species are highly-prized "eatin' fish." A truck farmer during the summer, Carpenter and his crews would cut through as much as 24 inches of ice to net their finny winter "crop." Besides the river, much of their fishing was done on Long Meadow Lake, a large river-bottom slough that empties into the Minnesota. "The biggest haul we ever had was over 100,000 pounds in one catch--that's probably over 20,000 fish," Carpenter recalled. State law required that he always had to return game fish, walleyes, northern pike, catfish, and even a few bass back into the river or lake. "And in all those years, you know we never lost a single game fish," he said with justifiable pride. "I finally quit when I got up into my seventies, but I think we darn near fished out all of the rough fish down there anyway," he said. While he did most of his fish netting during the winter, Warren engaged in an entirely different kind of fishing during the summer--fish farming, where carp were hand-fed a special mixture. A new-fangled idea at the time, he and his crews dug and squared out several large ponds from the river-bottom muck, and the fish were fed wheat just like barnyard animals. Fostin Beaudette drilled some artesian wells, which were self-pumping because of high water pressure underground, to supply fresh spring water. Some of the "finned hogs" were shipped out live from Nicols in tank cars with bubblers, just like huge rolling aquariums. They went to a special place, too. The Jewish "holiday" markets in New York City and Chicago wanted their kosher fish to be only the very best, Page 8 Over the Years AWL o- a Fishing was a commercial activity at Nicols both winter and sum- and these fish were it. Considering that carp are known mer. Here Jim McCrank is spear- as "garbage-eaters" in natural surroundings, this fishing around 1936. Photo balanced diet was a good idea. courtesy of Violet McCrank. Another river-based industry was ice harvesting, where crews cut huge blocks off of the then-clean Minnesota River. Stored in sawdust-packed ice houses, the ice kept everyone's icebox full all year round. A major project that employed many of the area's men in the mid-twenties was the building of the huge Mendota Bridge over the Minnesota. The Mendota, with concrete arches nearly 400 feet wide and 100 feet high, was for years the world's largest concrete arch bridge, and though a bridge in Europe has larger arches now, the Mendota is still the world's longest in length with a 5,000 foot span. Though Nicols was certainly unusually busy for its size, folks still knew how to have fun in their spare time. They could have dinner and drinks at either bar, hunt, fish, ice skate, or play cards down at the store. Only four miles down the tracks at Hamilton they could watch the legendary horse, Dan Patch, race on his home turf. And Dan was the fastest miler anywhere. His record of 1:55 stood for over 40 years. Hamilton was renamed Savage in honor of Dan's owner, Col. M. W. Savage. During the winter, a family could hitch their team to a cutter and sleighride on a highway of ice down the frozen Minnesota into St. Paul. You couldn't go to Minneapolis on the faster-flowing Mississippi, because stretches of that river stayed unfrozen all year. The bluff hills right at Nicols provided both school children and their parents with the best sledding and tobogganing anywhere. Eph Beaudette recalls, "We used to start at the top and toboggan right down the steep hills, then cross the road and the tracks, and end up way down in the river bottoms three blocks away. If it was clear, we Fall 1989 Page 9 went right across the road, but we built a jump in case of traffic. Many a surprised horse driver saw three or four of us wild-eyed tobogganers jump five feet in the air off of our ramp to clear the wagon, then land with a thump on the other side. You know, we never had a single bad accident. Our drivers got to be so good, though bumps and bruises were part of the game. And we were probably the only sledders with a free lift back up to the top--we had a little pony that we hitched to the toboggan to pull it right back Ice skating was a popular pas- up for the next run." time on the frozen Minnesota Les Spencer recalls, "The fastest but most dangerous River. A Model T truck was used to plow the rink for hock- sledding was right down Main Street after a good wet snow ey, figure skating, and infor- or ice storm." Many a worried mother looked out her front mal races. Photograph window to see her boys jump the railroad tracks, give a courtesy of Violet McCrank. quick wave, and speed down Main Street as fast as a car, then disappear into the tall grass only to reappear way down in the frozen river-bottom sloughs. No kids could have asked for better sledding, then or now, and the boys and girls at Nicols were the most daring sled drivers anywhere. Nicols also had a baseball team, and the boys practiced in a nearby cow pasture. They played teams from all over the area--Savage, Oxborough (later Bloomington), Mendota--just about everybody around. Several of the Palmer boys pitched, Eph Beaudette was the catcher, and they were pretty darn good. Eph says "We were too busy to play ball anytime 'cept Sunday after church, not like some of the city boys who had more time. But that didn't stop us from being a tough team to go up against." Nicols was notable not only for its commerce, but also for the great natural beauty of the river valley. Black Dog, Kennealy, and several other spring-fed brooks were home to the wary, but tasty, trout. However, most of the local kids seem to have been too busy "choring" to do much fishing. Huge old cottonwoods and soft maples lined the sleepy river, and pike, bullheads, carp, and 40-pound "cats" attracted fishermen from miles around. They'd sit under those huge old trees on a hot summer night, rod or willow stick in hand, telling tall stories in the glow of riverbank campfires, just waiting for "the big one that wouldn't get away." Page 10 Over the Years ,Jim McCrank, with nip coots, is And how many things were more beautiful than whole well prepared for driving on river flocks of geese landing on the bottomland marshes at lowlands in this 1930s photo. sunset, their silver and white wings contrasting with the Courtesy of Violet McCrank. orange-fired clouds and sky? The valley was home to a great variety of animals--deer, bullfrogs, raccoons, fox, mink, crows, hoot-owls, and hawks, just to name a few. But anyone hunting or trapping had to be always watchful for "Minnesota quicksand," a soft area of peat suspended in water which looked safe but could easily trap and swallow up a horse or human unlucky enough to fall in. "We had quicksand right behind the house near the springs," remembers Geri Ahlbrecht, a former resident. Warren Carpenter watched a poor, helpless horse sink into the ooze once, but had to just let it go--there was no way to get out to save it in time. There were numerous springs seeping out of the bog soil, especially near the bluffs, and hikers were well advised to step lightly in the wet areas. Nicols-on-the-Minnesota also featured grass fires which often blackened the tall grass surrounding the town. Seven or eight feet tall when a spark ignited them, the grass burned like a crown fire in tinder-dry pines. "Backfiring" was the preferred means of battling the "Red Demon," and wetting the roofs helped, too. Amazingly, no buildings were ever lost, even though there were plenty of close calls. But the perched fens were the most unique and beautiful natural feature of "quaketown." Fens are grassy areas watered by magnesium and calcium-rich springs; they're so rare that the half-dozen fen areas at NicolsBurnsville are the only ones known in the whole metro area. There were about 5,000 acres of fenlands originally, but nearly all of them have been destroyed, and only about three percent (150 acres) remain, according to Dr. Welby Smith, fen expert for the Minnesota DNR. "Perched" means that, unlike normally level marshes, these are sloping so the water is flowing, not stagnant. They don't grow normal Fall 1989 Page 11 Automated ice harvesting at Nicols in the 1930s. Photograph courtesy of Violet McCrank. cattails and swamp willows, but instead a wonderful array of specially suited, extremely rare plants. And unlike most bogs, which are highly acidic, fen soil is neutral or slightly alkaline. The Nicols fens are the habitat for both the endangered yellow and white ladyslipper, valerians, stunted bog birch, shrubby cinquefoil, and more--about 20 very rare plants in all. One of the biggest and best fens was partially destroyed, and the rest damaged, when the new super highway came through. Though a few people did dig up or pick the rare flowers, thank goodness nobody started a rare-plant store, or the fens would have been completely destroyed in only a few years. Eph Beaudette says, We used to get up at four in the morning and pick some beautiful blooms and then bring them to church for 6:30 mass at St. Peters. The fathers never forgot those beautiful flowers, so rare and special, that we'd gotten knee-deep in the muck for them." One protected area is in the Black Dog Prairie Scientific and Natural Area and another is part of Fort Snelling State Park. The remaining fens are under private ownership, unprotected. Like high-ground prairies, fens benefit from controlled burning; they need management as well as protection. Efforts are being made to find a government agency to buy and preserve these last remnants of one of nature's most unique plant communities. There is really nothing more beautiful than the fens in the springtime, with the rare ladyslippers blooming, spring peepers chirping, and meadowlarks singing their cheerful song. It is an area teeming with beauty and life. The biggest preservation victory came recently when local residents blocked a proposal to destroy a fen and replace it with rental storage units. The river overflow lands are now mostly protected in the Minnesota Valley National Wildlife Refuge, but much of the Page 12 Over the Years Cd5' 1"x9 ` h s Don Spencer and Lood Hause surrounding higher ground, valley bluffs, and sidehills, "take five" during a Nicols ice including the old station site, are still privately owned. harvest in the 1930s. Photograph courtesy of Violet Though its halcyon days were during the teens and McCrank. twenties, during the forties and fifties, "quaketown" was still busily shipping many carloads of molding sand and fish. A local contractor tried building a new home across from the Spencer place on the unpredictable peat, but his foundation sank right into the sponge before the first floor even got built, so the project was abandoned. Several new homes were built on "solid" ground on the bluff. The only new building to be constructed at the railroad crossing was the "new store," a grocery built in front of Eph Beaudette's house in the early fifties. It went through a series of owners, then was used for a nursery and landscape business by Silas Palmer and his wife. Once a Justice of the Peace for Eagan Township, Palmer was very bright, but was as unusual as his first name. Friends Lou and Geri Ahlbrecht, who lived in one of the new bluff homes, remember Palmer flagging down speeding cars and refusing to allow them to go through until they slowed down to what he considered a safe speed. And Geri says Silas, like many other Nicols residents, was extremely independent and self-styled, an unusual fellow who fit the unusual town perfectly. "He bought a beautiful motorcycle with a sidecar one year, and promised me a ride as soon as the temperature hit 60 degrees in the spring," Geri recalls. "He was out shining up the cycle one bright April day and I said'It's 60 degrees, Silas,' and he replied, `Not in the shade,' and put the cycle back in the garage." When the Palmers retired to New Mexico, they leased the building. In its last days, it was a discount carpet store. Geri Ahlbrecht also recalls, "We used to have such fun with Les and Olive Spencer. Several times when it was snowing, we called them at midnight when their lights were still on and invited them over to build a snowman. Fall 1989 Page 13 m I u~~ li ,1'+ InN I I~NG~:, I°II I b . r A~r b d~ I I rr`~ MIN, ~r'7 vnrnm!a q r 1.41 tl all gI N, 1 011 rl ~~^I ~ ~v z w FBI I'I li 4N `14n Pik I,~ L~I _ i,l i~~ INN w d _ ~ /t ry , #6} 1 `~79'9Y NSF ' Y yyqq~y~ 1f $tk7i ~ 5$rc' V I o " 117 I H '+Irl~ll I: By 1964 the former Scott Store be- Imagine four adults in their sixties out there rolling huge came known as The Hotel," hous- ing railroad hoboes and migrant snowballs, slipping, sliding, and laughing til it hurt, and workers. The foundation was sag- having the time of our lives! We lived at Nicols almost 20 gang and windows broken. Photo years, and they were wonderful, the best of our lives." by Del Stelling of the Sun Newspaper. The Nicols Station took over all of Mendota's shipping when that depot was closed, even though Mendota had 20 times Nicols' population. However, the added volume wasn't enough to save the once famous Nicols Depot from closing, too. By the late fifties, the town was losing its importance. The days when whole trainloads of onions and potatoes left the warehouse were long gone. Most growers either switched to something else or got jobs in town and quit farming altogether. The famous Nicols molding sand was being replaced, rail passenger service was discontinued, and trucks took over the shipping chores from the freights. The McCrank place was the first building to go; tall grasses and brush are the only residents now. The warehouse burned one windy night in'58, victim of arson or a carelessly tossed smoke. Just across the tracks, the depot was badly singed by the fire, but volunteer firefighters saved it. It was later torn down, and the lumber was used to help build a new house at Lonsdale, 30 miles south. Across the road, the white wooden general store grew more and more dilapidated; harsh winter winds and heavy snows made it lean, and the frame sagged on its not-so-firm footings as the trains kept rumbling through. Even these trains were different. The old black steam locomotives were gone, replaced by shiny, new electric diesels. In its last years, the store became home to numerous railroad hoboes. Sometimes whole families of migrant workers stayed there, so the neighbors called it "The Hotel." The end finally came in 1964 when the fire Page 14 Over the Years Y M1 +1r, y _ vj'~K~ $ x t K } 1.. 1 1 i4 idle ~ t+ A ~ k ~ 04=7 MI-1 department burned it. The area's only new enterprise was . . _ . , Adelmann's big vegetable stand in one of the old gravel pits, but this enterprise ended when the new highway came through. Callan's Meadows Inn, in center of Palmer's old nursery store and Eph Beaudette's house this survey photo, was flooded survived until 1976 when the state highway department several times and to the roof line in 1965. Photo shows Ceder Ave. burned them. The last buildings to go were Callan's and bridge approach at bottom Meadows Bar and the Spencer home in the late seventies. and left. Dakota County Historical With the destruction of the Cedar Avenue Swing Bridge Society Collection. over the river, the once busy road became a dead end. Except for an occasional fisherman, and traffic to the nearby power plant, things have gotten pretty quiet on the old road. Of all the original commercial buildings, only the Nicols Pavilion on the hillside survives. It still serve liquids, but young lovers no longer drink rum-and-Cokes and dance into the night there; now it's a plumbing store. Nicols met the sad fate of most ghost towns in these parts. Those who knew and loved Nicols would have preferred to let "quaketown's" buildings slowly fade away, as they do in the West. But, alas, there are safety factors, insurance regulations, and thousands of young kids with their tendency to explore and possibly get hurt. The station-town succumbed not just to old age, the new super highway, and crumbling foundations, but actually to the railroad's lessening importance and the urbanization of a former farm area. The fields that once sprouted onions now sprout condos, three-wheelers, and Buick Regals. It's not likely that anyone would want to live down there in the bottoms anymore, because we've changed, too. Folks today wouldn't accept the swarms of bugs on hot summer nights, the noise and shaking of two dozen daily trains, or someone like Eph Beaudette dragging whole trees right down Main Street. Fifteen adults and a dozen average-looking buildings had their Fall 1989 Page 15 77, a3e Amy, t Nd ~ rte` e Photograph of the Nicols location taken in the summer of 1987. moment in history. Together they formed the famous Photograph courtesy of James Wallin. molding sand and onion-shipping capital, supplier of live fish, home of the rare perched fens, and a pretty darn nice place to live. Buckled concrete foundations, a few burned boards, and an old stove rusting away are all that remain of the old station today. A lone dead spruce, probably planted by Silas Palmer, towers over a thicket of box elders and cottonwoods. Deer again browse the sweet valley grasses where the lively store once stood, and beavers have constructed a new dam down the tracks a piece. There's only one building at the crossing now, a huge sewage lift-station, pumping five million gallons each day to the ultra-modern Seneca treatment plant. (This is the state's second largest treatment plant, so area residents hope it isn't trying harder to become Number One.) It was nearly lost to the spongy peat during construction, when one corner began sinking dangerously. So, the once famous molding sand and onion shipping capital now reposes in a much humbler role. A lone security light shines at the old crossing, and you can see it down there in the brush as you drive by at night on the new super highway. Sure, the bugs were bad, the whole town shook from the trains' passage, and not everybody got along perfectly, but the "quaketown" was a real-life Lake Wobegon, a "little town that time forgot, and the decades could not improve." The town site has regained its former peacefulness, but the magic that was Nicols can never come back. The magic is in the memory. 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