Rialto theatre date unknown


Console of an American Master Organ installed at the Rialto in 1916


Organist Karl Wright


Letterhead of the Pacific Northwest Theatres


Circa 1927


Date Unknown


Circa 1916

Labels: Butte

While looking for the photos of the depot in Glendive, MT, I tried to find extra information on the internet. Either my google searches weren't resulting in the desired hits, or the info isn't there.

Moving on... In the photos in the last post, the bottom four photos look like a different building than the one in the upper photos. Is this correct, or are my eyes failing me?

Labels: Glendive, Questions

After the last post I tried to search the particular train wreck that was the focus of the post. I did not find any historical info, but I did find several photos/postcards of the Depot in Glendive, MT. I found these at (update:fixed the link)Northern Pacific Railway Historical Association.

Labels: Glendive

While I root around and scan actual photos and memorabilia, I found this online and thought I'd start off with it:





The full newspaper article can be found: here

Labels: Glendive

I was actually watching Wild West Tech on The History Channel, when I thought of the idea for this blog. Now, last night's episode was about brothels, but the intention is much cleaner than that.

There's quite a collection of photographs, postcards, and other ephemera just waiting to be found in Montana's antique shops. Hopefully I can find some interesting pieces that showcase Montana's history and way of life.

I admit, I'm originally from Illinois. I know more about Corn and Soybeans and the way of the prairie than I do about the American Wild West. My father was a huge fan of westerns, and I remember watching them as a child. But the love didn't start there. To be honest, it began with a show on ABC called The Young Riders. It was the cute boys that caught my attention (hey, the show ran from '89 -'92, I was 12-15 years old), but the show was cancelled, the cute boys didn't work again, and I was left wanting more -- of the 19th century west of the Mississippi, that is. Extreme liberties were taken with that history, and I soon found that the real story was much more intriguing.

Now, the other part of this blog, who wants all those old photographs and junk, anyway? As a child I always felt sorry for the lost faces trapped in those old photographs and postcards. Didn't their families want them anymore? Why do they look so sad, didn't they smile back then? That's kind of why I wanted to do this, sometimes we need to pull parts of ourselves out of those old, dusty boxes and take a look at who we once were.

And won't it be cool if the brothels make it in...