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Tuesday, June 18, 2019

Digging to China: Unearthing a Frontier Chinatown

by Patti Sherry-Crews


Go to any Chinatown found in cities around the world, and you get the feeling of you've been transported to the Orient without even leaving the country. I'm sure many of us have enjoyed dining and shopping in these neighborhoods with their distinctive looking, colorful buildings. But less familiar to us would be the vanished Gold Rush Chinatowns that cropped up alongside mining camps.

These places aren't as well documented as the boom-towns they grew up within, but in recent times there's been interest in these communities within a community. An archaeological dig in Deadwood, South Dakota revealed some clues of the life of the Chinese immigrants in the 19th century in this section of town, known then as Hoptown.

The Boom Town of Deadwood, S.D., 1876 (wiki-commons)

What induces a person to travel so far to a land half a world away where everything from the language to the culture would be an unknown? In this case gold was the enticement. When word of the discovery of gold reached China, it set off a steady stream of migration. Chinese, mainly from the Guangdong Province, an area hit by the Opium Wars with Britain, revolution, famine, and crop failure, headed to America--note these immigrants would primarily be men venturing out alone, leaving their families behind.

Unfortunately, making a fortune in the gold mines didn't always go as planned. Coming into competition with white miners, the Chinese soon found themselves given limited mining rights or restricted to mines that were thought to be depleted. In the face of that, the immigrants found employment building the railroad. But once the rail-line was complete, they had to find new occupations.

They sought out ways that didn't compete with or threaten their white neighbors. Seeing opportunity in the mining camps, where there were few women in proportion to men, the Chinese set up businesses that catered to the miners: laundries, restaurants, housework, and restaurants for examples (water from washing miners clothes were screened for gold dust).

In the 1870's, gold was found in the Black Hills and the town of Deadwood was born. If you've ever been to Deadwood, you know it's built in a narrow gulch nestled in the mountains with little room to expand beyond its central streets. It's a crowded, bustling town, which I imagine was much the same back in its early days. It was at the south end of Main Street that the Chinese settled. We don't know how large the Chinese population was but it seemed to have ranged from over 200 to up to 500 residents.

If you're a fan of the series Deadwood (and I am), you may be familiar with Chinatown pigpens being a convenient place to dispose of bodies. Fiction. That never happened, so let's start with putting that notion to rest. Likewise, don't imagine the Chinatowns you may be familiar with the characteristic oriental features. Deadwood Chinatown seemed to have looked like the rest of the town. Nothing of it remains today. Buildings and people are all gone.

In 2001 a team of archaeologists from the South Dakota State Archaeological Research Center began a four year project. Using old fire insurance maps, they were able to locate the area that was once Chinatown.


Imported Porcelain and Pottery found during excavation (City of Deadwood)

A spot where a boarding house had burned down hid a treasure trove of artifacts, because the building collapsed on the contents of the house. Among the things found were gaming pieces, pottery, tableware, everyday personal hygiene aids, hair ornaments, Chinese coins, opium paraphernalia, and more.

As unpleasant as it might seem, another place archaeologists get excited digging around in are the privies. Much of the trash of the day would be thrown into them. In addition to man-made objects, animal bones and botanical refuse, such as seeds, give clues to the diet of the people who lived there. Keeping in mind they didn't have a garbage collection like we do, the privy was a popular place to dispose of garbage like bottles or objects that had lost their usefulness.

In all, after excavation over 600 boxes of artifacts were recovered and stored.

The picture painted by the findings is one of a community that exported their lifestyle almost whole from China. From the pottery to the medicine bottles to opium, all were brought to America. There was a remarkable oriental-flavored homogeneity to the items unearthed. Even the animal bones tell us the Chinese preferred pork over the beef favored by their neighbors.

Though the Chinese did coexist with the white community while holding onto their ways, cultural exchanges could not be avoided. In the artifacts found, mahjong tiles lay alongside gaming dice. American beer bottles mingled with bottles that once held traditional Chinese medicine.

What did the Chinese bring to their non-Chinese neighbors? Of the eleven restaurants in Deadwood, seven of them were Chinese establishments, who not only served frontier fare but also introduced Asian food. Immigrant Fee lee Wong opened the Wing Tsue Emporium, a large store selling imported silk, medicines, porcelain, and other goods to Chinese and non-Chinese alike. Not to be bragged about, but we can't ignore one thing the Chinese brought to Deadwood: opium. The Chinese got the westerners hooked on opium just as the British had gotten the Chinese hooked on the drug. In the early days, opium dens were legal and were treated like saloons, in that to open one all you had to do was apply for a license. Later opium would be outlawed.

Wing Tsue Emporium (image: Adams Museum, Deadwood, S.D.)


Though living cheek to jowl with the other residents of Deadwood, the Chinese maintained their own community. For obvious reasons, they weren't going to blend in the way an European immigrant could, and often being targets for discrimination and even violence, banding together was a means for security and support. Chinatown even had their own fire and police brigades. All that said, the relationship between the Chinese and general population of Deadwood seems to have been relatively harmonious when compared to some of the other settlements of the day. The residents of Deadwood enjoyed Chinese parades and holiday celebrations which might include fireworks.


"The Champion Chinese Hose Team, who won the great Hub-and-Hub race at Deadwood," 1880 (Wiki-commons)

As important and vital as the Chinese community was in the late 19th and early 20th century, it no longer exists. What happened and where did they go?

Remember, this was a wave of migration that typically didn't include women and families. Of course there was a small group of females and children in Deadwood's Chinatown as represented by women's hair ornaments and such and children's toys found in the dig, but the population was heavily weighted on the male side. The typical Chinese male immigrant was sending money back to his family in China. He may have even been under contract, and when he'd fulfilled his obligation, he left America.

To give the Chinese even less incentive to settle, the Exclusion Act in 1882, halted the flow of immigration from China, denying citizenship to even those born here. Men could not send for their families or brides. So when the gold dried up, there was little reason to stay in Deadwood. Just as the town was limited in growth by its geography, Chinese growth was limited by the society of the time. The Chinese moved on to larger communities like you'd find in San Francisco, or they went back to the East.

But while they were there, the Chinese immigrants played an important part in society.

Reconstructed Altar and Burner, Mount Moriah Cemetery (Wiki-Commons)

In the Mount Moriah Cemetery situated on a beautiful pine tree dotted hill you can see the final resting places of such iconic figures like Calamity Jane and Wild Bill Hickok. You can also visit the Chinese altar and ceremonial burner. In 1908, the leaders of the Chinese community were given permission to build the altar and burner to honor their dead in their own way. In later years, decades after the last of the Chinese left, the altar and burner fell into disrepair.

Then in the early part of the 21st century, long after all other traces of the Chinese presence were gone, the city of Deadwood reconstructed the altar and burner, using bricks saved from the demolished Wing Tsue Emporium, to construct it.

To me this unimposing structure tells the tale of the Chinese in Deadwood, South Dakota: their emergence, acceptance, decline, and finally getting a place of honor in the frontier town they helped create.

In the words of Fee Lee Wong's great granddaughter, Edith Wong, who came from California for the dedication of the new altar and burner.

"The addition of this restored burner, just as the integration of the Chinese in a largely white pioneer community, signals acceptance of a different culture and a different way of life," Wong said. "What tangible evidence of the Chinese still exists in Deadwood? Really, not very much. Instead of solely an interpretive sign, this burner will be a physical reminder that the Chinese culture and traditions were definitely an integral part of Deadwood's history."

Tuesday, April 16, 2019

Leadville, Here We Come!


Near the end of the 19th century Nicholas Schutz, son of German immigrants, along with his cousin, joined the ranks of people seeking their fortunes in the silver mines of Leadville, Colorado. Only one of them made it back home alive....But this is not the story of those men. Because to my regret, as a child I never asked more about this strange anomaly in our family history. But, spoiler alert: it was my great grandfather who had to bring his cousin's body back home, which is why I'm here to tell the tale. (I say "strange anomaly" because other than this guy, that side of my family isn't known for their adventurousness. Subsequent generations dropped anchor and stayed put in the same town.)



My great grandfather Nicholas Schutz (seated) and his cousin




Instead this is a story with two different threads. First up is how writers pick locations and the challenges of depicting a location remotely, both in time and space.

I'm currently working on a story for the Women of Destiny series for Prairie Rose Publications. The  real life Bassett Sisters, Josie and Anne, inspired me as I breathed life to my literary heroine. Since Josie and Anne hailed from Brown's Park, CO, I decided to set my novel in that state. The story opens in Denver, where both main characters, strangers to one another, are preparing to journey to their respective homes west of the city. They have to travel on horseback for a time into the Rockies. I wanted them to spend enough time together on the trail where they got to know each other as they wrestle with a mutual attraction, but I didn't want them wandering around in the mountains the whole novel.

So, that was the first challenge. I studied maps of Colorado to find a reasonable destination not too far from Denver but just far enough. I had to figure such things as mileage and then try and convert hours by car to hours on horseback. (I could've made up a town, but I wanted to make it so much harder on myself). I toyed with several locations but none of them felt right. While I was Googling cities in Colorado like mad, I was watched over by a photograph I keep on my desk. It's an old, faded image of my great grandfather and his cousin taken in a studio to memorize their trip out west. Literally every day I look at this picture. I often wonder about this ill-fated adventure to strike it rich in the Leadville silver boom. Leadville. Of course.

For the first time, I delved into the history of this town my direct ancestor had headed off to. The first things I saw in my internet search are the historic Healy House and the Tabor Opera House on Harrison Ave. I had to take a deep breath. My daughter's first name is Healy. Her middle name is Harrison (both family surnames: her whole name is a string of family last names). Leadville, you got me!

Only, I've never been to Leadville.

Harrison Ave., Leadville, CO, circa 1880 (Wikipedia)
How do I write about a place I've never been to? But if I only wrote about places I know first-hand, all my stories would be set in a suburb of Chicago--even my medieval romances. Lucky for us writers, there is a wealth of information accessible from our laptops. Authenticity in settings is the first thing that's going to send me off wandering down side paths, searching the internet. First I go to the area's website, any travel sites, and articles I can find. I also walk the streets virtually through Google Maps. This gives me a good sense of the geography and layout of the town.

Next I study historic street maps and old images of the town from the time period when my story is set. Doing this is extremely helpful to me. In my current WIP very little of the story actually takes place in Leadville, but it's an important section. I could have kept my characters indoors through this part of the book, but I did want them to take a walk. I had to do my best giving my characters the sights and sounds of Leadville at the turn of the century.

Now that I've gotten to know Leadville a little better, I find it is an amazing place. Quick fact: Leadville, CO is the highest incorporated city in America. It's a large flat plain in the heart of the Rockies, ringed by mountain pikes and natural beauty. Famous past residents include Doc Holliday, the Unsinkable Molly Brown, and Baby Doe Tabor of Matchless Mine fame.

What I find astonishing about Leadville is how quickly it sprung up. Leadville's story is much like the stories of many of the boom-towns had grew up after the discovery of a precious mineral--in this case silver. These towns rose and fell with the discovery and depletion of precious minerals. They were dynamic and had surprisingly diverse populations.

The 2017 census of Leadville puts its population at under 3,000. Quite a drop in population from its 30,000 residents in the 1880's, which is even more jaw-dropping considering the town was only founded in 1877. By 1880 the town had gas lighting, water mains, 28 miles of streets, 5 churches, 6 banks (!), and a school with just over 1,000 pupils. How in the world was all this accomplished so quickly? Let's look at some of its historic buildings.

The construction of the Tabor Opera House is emblematic of rise of a western boom-town.

Tabor Opera House on Harrison Ave, Leadville, CO (Wikicommons)


In 1879, Horace Austin Warner Tabor (future husband of Baby Doe, but at this point married to his first wife), a successful mining magnate built the opera house. All the materials had to be brought in by wagon from elsewhere--an arduous task. It was one of the most costly structures to be built in its time and completed in a record 100 days.
The Healy House (https://www.historycolorado.org/healy-house-museum-dexter-cabin)




The Healy House, built in the Greek Revival style by August Meyers for his bride Emma in 1878. Ten years later the house was bought by Irish immigrant cousins Daniel and Nellie Healy and converted to a boarding house. It was one of the social hubs of the day and a desirable place to reside for the influx of fortune-seekers.

Dexter Cabin

In the shadow of Healy House is Dexter Cabin. By the time mining investor, James V. Dexter, finished his log cabin, he had become a millionaire. They don't call them boom-towns for nothing.

Another historic building of interest is the Temple Israel, pointing to the diversity which could be found in a frontier town. The Jewish population of Leadville blossomed in the first five years to the point a place of worship was needed. In the early 1880's Jews accounted for one percent, or about 300 people, of the city. The temple was dedicated in 1884. 

Temple Israel, Leadville



To be able to put my great grandfather in the context of the Leadville's brief heyday gives his story more dimension than I had before. True, I don't know much of his story, but I can now imagine him in this unique time and place in history. I don't know how his cousin died (or even the poor man's name). I don't know if they were successful while there. I do know Nicholas did strike it rich digging in the dirt later. He made a small fortune digging building foundations in Evanston, Illinois. If you have an older home in Evanston, he's probably the guy who responsible for your basement. I'm delighted to uncover a lost aspect of Nicholas' life and to know I have a connection to a frontier boom-town.

Writers, how do you choose your settings? What resources do you find helpful?