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Oconto County, Wisconsin
Mountain Memories
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A Poem from the Past
Though this 'ode' was written for the town of fountain many years ago and can be found in many of uur scrapbooks, no one was ever quite sure who the writer was/ since the poem was signed as anonymous.
In honor of our Centennial Year we are proud to disclose the writer as Axel Olson !
A TOAST TO OLD MOUNTAIN
Come on you fellow Mountaineers, lets tell our story now.
When Mountain was a lumber town and never knew a plow.
When our hills and dales were covered with forest green and tall.
And everyone was logging in winter and in fall.
There was a camp on every creek, from Lakewood down to Breed. Where the Irish and the Germans, the Pollocks and the Swedes, all lived together and sometimes fought like hell, to make this part of the U.S.A. a better place to dwell.
They came to town when work was done on every Saturday, to quench their thirst at some saloon that waited for their pay. At old Swen Olson's bar the Swedes, they met and left their dole. While Savage got the Irish crowd, the Germans and the Poles.
Anderson and Lundquist they logged near Rocky Run. While Holt and Martin Olson they cleaned out Section One. And there was Tom McAllen who had a landing crew, while the Kingston boys they logged around, they were always in a stew.
And there were men who left their marks amongst these rocky hills, the Sandbergs and the Colemans and the Baldwins with their pills. The Jensens and the Strombergs, the Saffrans and some more. They all had good sized families and raised girls galore.
Down near the grave yard on a hill, there stood the old Town Hall. There where we met to have our fun, and sometimes have a brawl. There's where we held elections, we danced and had our shows. And all the Mountain lassies sweet, they met up with their beaus.
Those were the times when men were men and women gingham wore. The preacher preached the Gospel, the lumberjacks they swore. Saloons were built for hard boiled men no women were allowed. The liquor it was strong and straight you drank it witha crowd.
We never heard of lipstick, brassieres or bobby socks. There were no silks and satins among the Mountain rocks. We bought a pair of overalls and stagged them at the knees, and if our shoes had lost their shine we put on wagon grease.
There were no Fords nor Chevrolets to take us for a ride. Old Dobbin hitched before a hack, he was our boastful pride. We never stopped for gas or oil when we went for a jaunt. But we got back from whence we came, although our nag was guant.
Such was the life in this old town some forty years ago. And still we cherish these old hills and try to make it go. And Friends we're proud of our old berg although it may be small And if you are a Mountaineer you'll never see it fall.
This building was first built by Ernest Sauld' as a store and boarding rooms. Mr. Martin Olson and nephew Axel Olson rented this store in 1908. On this photo are Mr. & Mrs. Thomas Anderson, Axel, and Mrs. Martin Olson.
By 1912 Martin and Axel would build a new store for their merchandise on the opposite side of Schley Street, selling clothing, shoes, farm machinery, and general merchandise. Piepenburg & Thibaudeau's 'Mountain Exchange1 Store and the 'Mountain Co-op1 were also established in this building through the years. Around the year 1937 this building became Postal Headquarters again when Axel located the Post Office here to serve the community for 23 years.
The structure, standing 'atop1 of the rocks, is no longer standing, but is certainly well remembered, When Rusty's dad, Axel, first became the Postmaster, the Post Office was just up the street from this site, in the Jensen building in 1934, and Rusty loves to tell this tale of how his Dad was to learn the Postal Rules !
Not too long after my father became Postmaster,