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About This Website

This site, as most of you may have noticed by now, is managed only sporadically. We have tried to keep these stories accessible since the first Morrison history website was developed in 1998, and it has been through many incarnations along the way.  That original site was part of the larger town website back when the Morrison Heritage Museum was functioning (about 1993-2003). You can still explore parts of that site on the Internet Archive, aka the Wayback Machine. That link is a cookie-crumb trail for you at least, and we’re in the process of moving that older content over here, as well as posts from 2009-2010 that have been on a separate blog.  

Until we finish reorganizing the contents here, the best way to find things is to search for them using the box in the left sidebar.

Former residents and descendants often leave comments, and you are welcome to do so. Sometimes you can get a good conversation going, with me (Sally) or with others who may answer. If you need a prompt answer, however, please contact the Town office for referral (303.697.8749). Although the Morrison Historical Society is no longer active, we will try to connect you to information.

Note that the Morrison Historical Collection at Jeffco Archives is also a resource; contact Ronda Frazier for access. 

Index to Posts by Category

People

Events

Good Times

Places

Stories

Businesses

School

“Recent” Additions

In the interests of consolidation, we’ve moved some posts here that were included on a blog site that’s no longer in use, as well as pages from the original version of the Town’s history website.

For your convenience, here are links to older posts from this millenium (with original posting dates), collected under the category “good times.”

A few additions are of older historical significance. Be advised that the name index and pioneer genealogies need work and are incomplete.

School Days

James E. Parsons, Sr., was in 5th grade at the Mt. Morrison school in about 1919. In the photo above, he is third from left in the center row. Parsons later worked for the Morrison Monitor, one of the town’s early newspapers.

A year earlier, 1918, perhaps with James Parsons in 4th grade.

Photos courtesy Parsons Family.

Mt. Morrison Honor Roll

Ruth Matthews Schneider poses in front of a mural honoring area men who served in World War II. The men represent families from Morrison proper (Denbow, Fleming, Hocking), as well as outlying areas from Conifer (Turkey Creek, including LeGault, Granzella, Snedeker) to Lakewood, east along Bear Creek (McCoy, VanGorden). The local VFW Post is named after Paul Westover, who was the first local boy to be killed. He died in the Battle of the Bulge, 1944-45.

This mural was on the east wall of the building at 301 Bear Creek Avenue, now the Morrison Inn, facing Stone St. for many years. Click to enlarge the photo. In May 1984, it was replaced with a stylized Mexican motif of saguaro cacti and exotic birds and flowers, which remains today. Pattie Penegor and Donna Dragos were credited with the design and execution of the new mural.

Boyd Jacobson

Remembering Jake, by Roger Poe

It seems fitting that we report here, regretfully, the passing of long-time resident Boyd Jacobson. Known by most everyone as Jake, he succumbed to cancer December 29, 1998, in Williston, North Dakota, near his original home of Bonetrail.

He and Clara, his wife of 50+ years, were involved and concerned about matters of our town of Morrison ever since they arrived in 1952. Together they raised 3 sons and 2 daughters at their humble abode on Bear Creek Lane. In the early days, that home even served as the Town Office for many years while Clara was Town Clerk. Their children all still live in the metro area, including Wayne who remains here in Morrison.

During simpler times, Jake was known as the Great Gildersleeve of Morrison, “Water Commish,” working almost single-handedly to keep our archaic water system afloat. When natural gas was introduced here, Jake was very much a part of the implementation. And, as a sheet metal guy, he gladly helped many of our citizens install their very first gas furnaces. Helping others with little more than a “thank you” was his happiness.

Veterans of Foreign Wars, Post 3471 of Morrison, was and still is a viable community service organization, thanks to the hard work and leadership of Jake and his family. He held all the officers’ chairs in his rise to the ultimate rank as Department Commander in Colorado. His son Terry carries on this tradition of active service to our local post.

Jake never had an enemy. His philosophy in life was simple: to be happy no matter the adversity, and to deliver happiness to everyone around him. We will miss his holiday lefsa, lutefisk, and his hearty laughter.

Jake was buried beside Clara on Wednesday, January 6, 1999, at the Morrison Cemetery in Red Rocks. Uff da!

Reprinted from The Town Crier, Jan/Feb, 1999,
published by the Morrison Action Committee

Ed Drab

by Roger Poe

It was a thrill recently to meet a former resident of Morrison who had moved away in 1969. He was just a guy who was looking for a residence to buy, or property on which to build. (Of course, we meet people every day with a similar design.) It was only after lengthy conversation, finding that he knew every one of our Morrison forefathers, that we realized he had been here before. He had grown up in the LaGrow house on Bear Creek Lane. He was a LaGrow, his name is Ed Drab, and he’s the son of Morrison’s hairdresser, Ed Drab Sr., who ran a shop on Bear Creek Ave. in the 1960s-70s [in the former bank building where Guiseppe’s is now located; later Mill St. Deli].

After finding out about his family tree, I showed him the “Memory Album, Morrison, Colorado,” by Lorene Horton, published in 1976. Flipping through the pages, he remembered many of the original photos and commented frequently: “that’s my aunt Bertha,” or “there’s Alex (Jordan),” or “there’s my mom when she was a child,” and “there’s Frank Baker.” And so it went, for hours!

He presently resides in Las Vegas, Nevada. His personal knowledge and growing up stories of people, places and experiences were exceedingly valuable. With time, our connections with the important past are thinning.


Footnote: Museums Coordinator Sally White adds that we have also been visited recently by two other distinguished relatives. Grace (Schrock) Henderson, youngest child of Morrison pioneer Jonas Schrock (Schrock Saloon), and her daughter Joyce stopped in, and Henry Baumgartner, a descendant of John Brisben Walker, came in search of our records on our local innovator and entrepreneur. We’ll have more on their visits in a future issue.

Reprinted from The Town Crier, Jan/Feb, 1999,
published by the Morrison Action Committee

Fred Stickler and Bertha Hebrew

Fred Stickler, with poodle Mitzi.

Whether or not you know you know Fred, you know Fred! Fred is a familiar sight, always on his golf cart around Morrison and Red Rocks, accompanied by his poodle, Missy. Fred is celebrating his 94th birthday on February 12th [1999], so if you see him this week, you might want to extend good wishes.

Fred was born in Rye, Colorado, in 1905, among the youngest of nine children, where his family was homesteading in a two-story log cabin. At 13, he walked over LaVeta Pass to Alamosa for his first job as a ranch hand.

Rancher, blacksmith and farrier, ironworker, all this prepared him for his later life in Morrison. After serving in World War II, Fred married Bertha Mae (Hebrew) LaGrow in 1947 and moved to Morrison. Fred joined Bertha in running the Gateway Stables, a business Bertha had previously run with her mother, Nora Hebrew. Sam and Nora Hebrew had started the donkey concession in Red Rocks when the area became an attraction in the 1880s.

When he married Bertha, Fred worked for General Iron, having been a blacksmith in the army. Bertha owned or rented pasture for cattle, horses, and burros from Indian Hills along Bear Creek all the way to Sheridan. Fred gathered hay for the stock clear to Meyers Ranch on Hwy 285, after he finished his regular day’s work at General Iron on Santa Fe Drive. One of his ironworking projects was the superstructure for the original welcome sign over Washington St. in Golden.

In her “spare” (?) time. Bertha Mae was quilter and a watercolor artist; Fred called her the “Queen of Morrison.” He has some of her pictures in his home on Bear Creek Ave., and the house is still labeled “Gateway Stables” in old, nonfunctioning neon.

Reprinted from The Town Crier, Jan/Feb, 1999,
published by the Morrison Action Committee

Eye Witness Describes Rescue (1938)

Water Swirled Through Morrison Without Warning, Witness Says

By ROY DENBOW As Told to George Burns, News Staff Writer
Rocky Mountain News, Sept 3, 1938, pages 1-2

MORRISON, Sept. 2. 1 was standing in front of the Morrison Garage when the very heavy rain started. It wasn’t so bad at first so I stayed there and watched it. All of a sudden the water started rolling down in waves from Mount Vernon Canon.

Before I knew what was happening, I was out in the middle of the street and up to my hips in water. There were about eight or 10 persons standing in front of the Mount Morrison Cafe. I hollered to them to run.

I don’t know what they did or what happened to them because the water kept getting deeper and I found I was in it up to my chest. Things started coming at me. An auto trailer, three automobiles, and a truck came pouring out at me on a wave of water that swept through the rear of the garage and out the front.

I was so busy dodging the cars and trucks and stuff that I didn’t have any time for the logs and boulders that were tumbling in the water. Then I saw a gasoline truck come rolling out of the garage with Jim Walpool trapped in the cab.

So Bob Smith and Gilbert Lusce [Luce], who were near the garage, and I waded through the water and pulled Walpool out of the cab just a second before the truck was swept across the road toward raging Bear Creek. Walpool was about half drowned. We high-tailed it to high ground back of the town.

It was 30 minutes before the water went down enough for us to come back to town. I was in the flood in 1933, but this was three times as bad. I was eating supper in my home during the 1933 flood when a wall of water came down Bear Creek and poured into the house. I didn’t waste any time that night. I just beat it right up on the Hog Back and waited for the water to go down. But this flood was far worse than that one.

A Victim’s Gratitude (1933)

Thurs 7/13/1933:

…one of the most devastating floods last Friday afternoon [7/7/1933], ever to visit the Bear Creek water shed in Jefferson county. A cloud burst at about 1 o’clock sent a wall of water down Saw Mill gulch leading to Bear creek at Idledale and another raging torrent down Vernon creek, which empties into Bear creek at Mt. Morrison. At Idledale the flood waters were estimated to have been 200 feet wide and with a depth of eight feet as the torrent swept into Bear creek. At Mt. Morrison the Vernon creek water reached a height of about fifteen feet as it swirled down in the narrow passage between business houses and out onto the Main Street and on across to Bear creek, which had already assumed flood stages by the surging water emptied into the creek at Idledale. …

A victim’s gratitude 7/13/33: In the midst:

Threshing water coming down Mt. Vernon caught us in the alley before we could reach the Cliff House. We made it as far as the board fence and held on until the fence gave away, as also did my sister-in-law. I caught her around her neck with my right arm and with my left arm strove to work our way to some sheds, fighting desperately to keep from going into the current which would have carried her into Bear creek.

We were only in the midst of it a few minutes but it seemed ages as I frantically fought to save my sister-in-law from going under the raging water. My strength was exhausted just as the men came to my rescue. So again I wish to extend my gratitude for their assistance.

—Mrs. Gladys Blakeslee