Colorado Civilian Conservation Corps

LOUIS BOYER

I joined the CCCs in January of 1935 and spent the first six months on erosion control work at Co. 752 Camp Thayer, Hebron, NE. A job opened up in surveying, and I applied and got it, mapping farms with a transit, ‘sight-alidade’ on a plane table, and two rods. We helped farmers run their furrows across the slope of the hills, not up and down where the soil would wash away. For the maps, I took the plane-table sheet to the office and drew the contour maps, complete with roads, houses, rivers, and the lot. In January 1937 I got a promotion to Asst. SCS Clerk, still doing maps and copy-drafting the engineering drawings for the farmers. This was my chief work until I was mustered out in August of 1937.

I started keeping a diary. Here are a couple of entries from 1936.

Mon Feb. 24
Clear and 40 degrees. Had the Harlem Globe Trotters as guests at chow tonight. One of the basketballers had been in the Cs and told us some of his experiences there. Another sang for us, and one danced (tap danced). The Capt. put up $10 of his own money for us so we could borrow a dime and go see them play at the gym. What a game! They clowned around and in the last quarter started playing football and baseball with the basketball. They had the Hebron guys going around in circles, and everybody has a good time. The score: Globetrotters 30; Hebron Hoboes 20.

Tues. June 5
Partly cloudy and cool. Got in about 4:15, got dressed and went down town to get my suit. I also bought two shirts, two pairs of sox, two ties, and a pair of shoes. They gave me my choice of a belt, tie, or sox with the suit. I took the belt. The whole thing came to only $27.49. I think I got a good deal for the money. After chow we started construction of a darkroom for the photography class. Ran off five reels for the Ed. Advisor, wrote a letter to pop and hit the sack. Tired but proud. I am making my own way.

My time in the CCCs gave me a direction that I did not have. The work habits formed then have been with me all of my life. I followed the cartographers trade (essentially mapping) as a career and worked for 25 years at the Denver Federal Center using stereo-photography in Photogrammetry. Without the early training in the CCCs, I’d never have found out how fascinating mapping could be.

To say that the Cs shaped our lives is putting it mildly.

DONALD BESS, (CCC nickname: “Bessie”) most folks call me Don.

My parents homesteaded near Ballantine, MT and I was born in Billings. By rights, I suppose I should claim Montana as my state, but since we moved to Denver in 1922, I have a bumper sticker that says “Native” of Colorado. Things were tough, as all you CCCers remember, even in the Queen City of the Plains. My alma mater is the School of Hard Knocks (colors: black and blue) which I went to till about the 8th grade, then quit to go to work full time. I carried the Denver Post, worked at odd jobs and went up to sign up with the CCCs. They told me to come back in a month and they would let me in. I was 17 the day I went in.

Being from Denver I was inducted at Ft Logan, had my physical and got my shots, etc. The next day we took the train to Salida and then the narrow gauge to Telluride on the Galloping Goose to Placerville. I was one of the lucky ones as I got to ride in the cab while most of the guys had to ride in the box car. That should have been enough riding for one day, but we still had 30 to 35 rough miles to go in the back of a stake truck.

Finally, we reached our camp at Norwood (Co. 1842, F-48-C) about 35 miles from the Utah Line, elevation 7,017 feet. It was a drought relief camp, and since I did not have any special skills, I was assigned to the road building crew. We pushed the large boulders by hand and foot over the cliff and the grader kept uncovering more. I got muscles but also took sick and had to go to Ft. Logan hospital. After a few days I was OK and asked if I could do something to pass the time. They pointed to a mountain of potatoes—I guess I must have peeled a gillion. The cooks liked me and tried to get me a job as KP at $50 a month and room and board, but the job went to a war veteran.

I went back to duty at Co. 831 (F-51-C), Meredith, CO, one of the oldest companies in the nation. Our first job was tearing down an old ranger station, and starting a foundation for a new one. At work on the Chapman Dam, we had to shovel gravel, sand and cement into a cement mixer. The mixed cement then went into mining cars, wheeled on the tracks over a trestle, and then dumped into a chute. As the dam began to rise, so did my appetite. That dam is still there. And my appetite is just now beginning to abate.

When you go over to Glenwood and to the head waters of the Frying Pan River past Norrie, you can see the Chapman Dam and Campground built there by the CCC.

I’m proud of that little project. I know it will last because I helped build it.

My next job was interesting. Our crew put up forest service telephone lines. We dug the holes for the poles by hand, set the poles, with some of the poles having to have a guy wire hooked to a “dead man” (a pole buried longways in the ground). We forgot to creosote some of the poles before we had them up, so here we were up on the poles cutting the tops off to creosote them. One day I had climbed one of these poles stringing line when one of my climbers came loose, and there I was hanging by my safety belt upside down, hollering like a wild cat. My tools were all in the river, and to make matters worse, there was my foreman, Mr. Colter, laughing his head off at me. Try it sometime, it’s not the height that gets you, it’s the upside down stuff that hurts.

Our work in the Cs was hard for me, but it taught me to get along with all sorts of people. Your buddies’ lives depended on what you did.

In April 1944, the sweetheart you know as Lucy Bess became my wedded wife, making my life complete. I’ve been blessed with much in this life, and I am thankful to be an American living in the good old USA. My only wish is that we can keep it that way forever. At least, that’s the way I remember it all. (As told to Chet Nolte).

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Chapter Eternal: Don Bess left us August 11, 2006, a few years after his beloved Lucy.