Arizona Copper Art Museum, Part 4

I’m sure some of you are ready for me to move along, so I’m certain a few of you will be happy to know this is the last post on the Copper Museum.

And, while I often draw upon history to add authenticity to my stories, I also use museums to search for objects that survivors of the apocalypse can use. In this museum, there was a whole room devoted to brewing beer and wine.

A must have commodity for the apocalypse, not just for drinking instead of unsanitary water, but for cleaning wounds.



It was nice that the museum put some of it on wheels, but I won’t lie. I really loved the dragon.

Of course, in case of zombies, the museum has you covered, too. Naturally, they don’t want just anyone to know of the tools’ dual use, but those of us who love stories of the zompac know implements of survival when we see them:D


Until next time!

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The Arizona Copper Art Museum, Part 3

Now, if you know anything about cooking, you probably know that many consider copper pans the ‘gold’ standard in pots and pans. The museum didn’t disappoint and had a huge room devoted to cooking and copper.


They had exhibits that showcased the evolution of kitchen/copper technology like this old ‘faucet’, hearth cooking, and oven.



Frankly, I’d take either stove provided someone taught me how to cook on it.

But then I turned around and voila.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOh, yes I could be quite happy here. And I left wiping just a little drool off my chin:D



Until next time.

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Arizona Copper Art Museum Part 2

After the room full of World War 1 trench art, we followed the copper footprints into other rooms where copper was celebrated as a design element.

I’ll admit to a fascination with pressed tin ceilings, but I love, love, love the copper ceilings. In Jerome, many were painted over, but here the honey glow of copper shown through.


Yes, please, although I really don’t want the job of polishing them:D

Of course, in some design elements, the copper is allowed to oxidize to this lovely green patina.


Hubbinator posed for scale beside this door

In addition there was a room completely devoted to copper used for religious art.



And, one of the things I learned was that music was burned onto a master copper record before the tunes were transferred onto vinyl.


More to come next time.


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Arizona Copper Art Museum, Part 1

Growing up in Arizona, I quickly learned the 5 C’s that drive our state’s economy. They are citrus, cattle, cotton, copper, and climate (also known as tourism).

I suppose it is no surprise given that we were in mining country to find a beautiful museum devoted to one of those C’s—Copper.


If the building looks familiar, it’s because William Clark built several towns to support his miners around the same time and this was the high school of Clarkdale (Can you guess who it was named after:D).

The museum was officially dedicated in 2012, Arizona’s centennial and is devoted to the uses of the 100 billions pounds of copper the state has produced. Some, no doubt using equipment like this smelter:


It’s about the size of a minivan.

The rooms talk about the history of copper, that is usually associated with Venus and uses her symbol.

But what really stopped me in my tracks was an entire room devoted to shell casing art done by soldiers in the trenches of World War 1.


Just for scale the big ‘urn’ on the left was at least 3.5 feet tall. The photos don’t really do justice to the intricacies of the embossing/etching/decorations.

Posters scattered around the room detailed the canons used, how the art came about, and plenty of details of life during the time both at home and on the front.


It was nice that the collection started small, with a few pieces and the story of the war. Because as you walked around the room, I became a little overawed by the beauty then the horror of the war.


The museum has over 500 pieces of trench art.


With two walls completely covered by majority of the pieces in the collection.

It was a little overwhelming and humbling to remember those who created art while facing death, with the implements of death. It says much of the human spirit. Both good and bad.

It also reaffirmed my decision to give voice to some of their stories through my books.

Until next time.

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The Mining Museum

Given that Jerome was literally built atop a mine, it should come as no surprise that there is a mining museum along the main drag of the town.

It’s not a very large museum but they did manage to capture the essence of the town with the history of the area as well as the pleasures offered to the predominately bachelor community.


Saloons were obviously big, but so was gambling. Sorry, it seems I didn’t capture the whole diorama with the roulette wheel, card table, etc.


Obviously from one of the more upscale pleasure houses rather than the cribs.

Of course, most of the museum was devoted to mining and this stretcher for recovery of victims of accidents. I believe this to be from later in the life of the mine. The big wooden box at the back was where the stretcher was stored until needed.


Once you stepped outside the museum this was the view. It was pretty much the same on every street. Apparently those mountains are 100 miles away.


Below left, is the cement factory still in business today. At night it looks like a city, complete with skyscrapers.

Until next time.

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The Clemenceau Museum

I have a love of museums. Especially those about the early days of settlement pretty much of any place we visit. We visited 7 this trip. Yes, 7. It would have been 8 but the Hubbinator cried ‘uncle’ so we didn’t visit Charlotte Hall in Prescott. In other words, hang onto your hats folks. The museum visits will be spread over many, many posts.

Once upon a time in the high desert of the verde valley, a rich copper mine owner started building towns to house his miners, management, and their families. Apparently he kept naming them verde this and that and for his latest development, he was told no more verdes so he choose Clemenceau after his buddy the French Premiere Georges. And thus a town was born.

And when the mine closed in the 1950s, the town died. Most of the buildings were sold off or burned down except the school.


Eventually the area was annexed into the sprawling town of Cottonwood and a new school built, leaving the old school to be turned into a museum. Which is where we found ourselves. Because I wanted to see the replica classroom (research).


Life-size models of a 1900-1930s kitchen and bedroom.


We also saw lots of loving appliances which made life easier, like a pedal powered band saw and knife sharpener (which I want). And a machine that takes the kernels from corn.


And this washing machine (I’ll keep the one I have).


There was this model of the USS Arizona:


We saw toys and household items, some of which the Hubbinator claimed to have as a child. Of course, there was a card catalog (which made me feel old).

But mostly, there was this amazing model train display of the Verde Valley (to scale except one small part). I love trains:D


And if you look closely there’s a horrible accident complete with blood on the body through the windshield (top picture near the white building).

It was awesome. FMI: Clemenceau Heritage Museum

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The Vacation Begins

This last August, the hubbinator’s bosses finally allowed that the employees could start scheduling their vacation time for the year. Yes, you heard that right. The company was supposed to move locations and so no-one was allowed to take time off until the move was complete. The move didn’t happen because the great businessmen in charge decided it was cheaper to pay rent on two places then move before they could fly the big boss out for opening ceremonies and kiss his ass. To make things even more fun, there can only be one person out in each department at at time. 35 people in one department with 2-5 weeks off per worker. That’s Republican math right there.

Needless to say, the hubbinator will only be allowed to take 2 weeks of his 5 week allotment and the company doesn’t have to pay him for the lost time, because Republicans, greed, and rampant stupidity (the last two are redundant).

The hubbinator decided we needed a vacation away from home. Of course the water line had other plans, but still we had planned for a mini vacay in the middle of the week. And since we weren’t flat broke after the path job, we headed north.

There had been a choice of 3 vacations I offered to the hubbinator. He couldn’t choose, so I picked.

We were to go ghost hunting in Jerome, AZ and then ride the Verde Canyon Railroad to see the fall colors along the Verde River.

We arrived in Jerome early afternoon and after finding a parking spot (a true miracle), walked around and ate at the Haunted Hamburger. Yes, we had hamburgers. They were excellent with mushroom, cheese, and bacon. Yum.

We then checked into our room at the Connor Hotel, which the clerk assured us was not haunted unless we wanted it to be. The hotel was built in the late 1800s and has been sliding off the hill ever since. Even the room was sloped.:D. Still it was clean and modern. After dropping off our stuff, we explored the town, bought some souvenirs, and searched for the ghost hunting place.


We arrived early and chatted with the owners and guides. We were to be joined by two professional hunters from Wyoming. Which was cool. Alas when they asked what I did and learned I was a scientist, there was a comment made that having a hardened skeptic with them might suppress the activity. Yeah, awkward.

Still, they extended our tour and told us tales of our non-haunted hotel:D. To be fair, we didn’t experience anything during our stay, except hubby swore someone kept sitting on the bottom of his bed.

The first stop was the 3rd hospital where they’d stacked the bodies 6 feet high during the Spanish Flu. It is said to be haunted by a little girl. I got a headache but except for one hit on the ghost hunter’s energy box, we got nothing.

Fun Fact: there are about 3 thousand graves from the time the mine was active. Problem is, about 30 thousand died during the time. The rest of the bodies were cremated above the mine’s smelter, then, so rumor has it, the ashes were used to make the brick buildings of the town.

Anyway, we took a trip to the entrance of the mine, which is a nice drop that takes an hour reach the bottom. Apparently the miners who fell off the lift (which they stacked in two levels of 11 miners each) were shredded on the way to the bottom. No head, no arms, no legs, well you get the picture. If your daddy happened to be killed, the sons were able to take his place the next day. Good times.

Our last stop for the night was the high school. A beautiful Art Deco building that was integrated since before the first world war. That way the kids from the miners (some 20+ nationalities) were able to teach their parents English. Anyway, our guide took us to the auditorium/gym, art room, and the locker rooms.

As the art room in the basement was the creepiest for the guide, we started there. We got a small spike on our EMF meter but someone said Hello on the spirit box.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERANo pictures of ghosts, sadly. Here’s part of the stage.

While the professionals set up their equipment in the room next door, we headed for the girls locker room.

Hubbinator asked if anyone was there.

Jack answered. Then Dave. Naturally, I asked what were they doing in the girl’s locker room. To which we got a burst of static. Apparently there are censors on the other side:D.


I then asked if they worked there or had graduated from the school. Nothing. We stuck around a bit. Visited with a large lizard snoozing in the shower and avoided the black widow spiders. As we were leaving, we talked about how we didn’t get much then the spirit box said to focus. Guess either Jack or Dave were former gym teachers. LOL.

Anyway, we met up with the others and were surprised to learn we had more activity than the professionals:D

It was a lot of fun and we plan to do it again.

Until next time.

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