The Ol’ Pioneer
The Triannual Magazine of the Grand Canyon Historical Society
Volume 20 : Number 1www.GrandCanyonHistory.org Spring 2009
Dear Mary, The recent article in The Bulletin for October was of great interest to me, especially the article on the Red Butte Airfield. In 1941 I had just graduated from high school and returned from Wasatch Academy in Utah, to my home at Grand Canyon, and was looking for a job. I was told they were looking for someone to work at the air field, in the office, and since I had just finished taking a business course, I was hired. I was only there a short while as I got a better and more permanent position at Babbitt’s at the Grand Canyon—and since I did not have a car and finding a ride to the airport was difficult, I opted to work in town. I don’t remember a lot about the air field as I spent my time in the office. My two sisters were born at the Grand Canyon and I was born in Williams as was my mother, Grace Lockridge Moore. My sis and I grew up at the Canyon and spent many happy hours there. I would not trade those years for anything, as they were the best. Since Grand Canyon was a village of about 250 people in the winter time— and of course grew to about 500 in the summer with all the summer help and tourists—our winters were quiet.
My family goes way back as my mother was raised between the Grand Canyon and Williams, plus Anita, she went to school in the first school building at the Canyon, which was located near where the Maswick Lodge is now. Her father, William H. “Pap” Lockridge surveyed the area which the railroad track from Williams to Grand Canyon was located. He also worked for Mr. Cameron, who owned the Cameron Hotel. My mother had many stories to tell us about her early years there, including tales of Capt. John Hance, she went to school with the Bass girls, and knew all of the William Bass family. My only regret is that I did not write down these stories and so over the years the memories have faded. Our father, Sherman B. Moore, came to Anita Ranger Station in 1919 and that was where he met our mom. They were married in 1921 and at that time were at the Grand Canyon. Dad first worked as a trail guide for Fred Harvey, later became a chauffeur and garage man. From there he went to work in the Post Office where Art Metzger was postmaster. The old Post Office was in the downstairs floor of the Cameron Hotel, and we lived in the upstairs. WE remained there, until they built the new Post Office in 1935 and were moved to houses on what was then Avenue A. Later on after many years in the Post Office he started with he Park Service as a ranger. Our lives there at the Canyon were interesting to say the least. As young children we had to make our own entertainment as we did not have televisions, electronic equipment, or such to entertain us. Instead we played softball, games like Kick the Can, Annie Annie Over, Run Sheep Run, and of course Hide and Seek. As young teens we spent time at the picture shows and dancing at the Bright Angel Lodge where dances were had for the tourists as well as locals. This we enjoyed immensely and when WWII came along, my sis and I plus our girlfriend Jeanne Cummings (whose dad was a Fred Harvey guide) all joined the U.S. Navy Waves where we stayed until 1945 when we all three married and went our separate ways. During our high school years, due to lack of a high school at Grand Canyon (for most of us) we went to Wasatch Academy, a boarding school in Mt. Pleasant, Utah. This is just a small segment of our lives at Grand Canyon. —Ethel Moore Cole