The Cannonball safe from Sierraville with a Blagen connection
Read this history of this amazing safe as told by its former owner. Calaveras County Museum is now the owner.
Resurrection of the Cannonball Safe
The Shay Runs Again!
Take a look. This link should take you directly there. A link found there will take you to a U-tube video of our Shay running at the museum.
http://sierraloggingmuseum.org/shay-locomotive-status/
Older but still good stuff:
We’ve added a new article about women working in the logging camps.
Also, updated the Outdoor Exhibit section.
To help our indexing we have two sections in here that should interest the reader.
1. Logger Talk
2. True Stories
This page has the following sub pages.
Sierra Nevada Logging Museum 
I am looking for historical photographs of California Department of Forestry facilities, equipment, fires, and personnel in the Tuolumne-Calaveras area. Any info would be great!
Hello Loggirl
Hope Im not to late !……If your still searching for old historical photos and information on CDF & Cal Fire you just missed the best show around. It was filled with historical photos of early fire stations, crews and apparatus and covered the whole evolution of how the Dept grew and expanded into Cal Fire today. But your still in luck because the seminar speaker Battalion Chief Barry Rudolph is a personal friend of mine and I can put you in direct contact with him
Mike Figone
March 26
7:00pm
History of CDF/CalFire
The 100 year history of the California Department of Forestry and Fire Protection, known today as “CAL FIRE,” will be the focus of a TCHS History Program on February 26 at 7 pm in the Tuolumne County Public Library Community Meeting Room at 480 Greenly Road in Sonora.
CAL FIRE Battalion Chief Barry Rudolph will present an interesting chronological PowerPoint slide presentation of the origin of CAL FIRE operations in Tuolumne and Calaveras County . For many years Chief Rudolph has participated in numerous major fire incidents throughout Tuolumne and Calaveras County and has created an outstanding collection of historical fire photographs from the ground and from the air.
what is a “log dog” , sometimes seen attached to heavy chain and how were they used?
Nicholas,
I’m not sure how I missed your question. Sorry about that.
See http://www.loghomebuilders.org/homemade-log-dogs-inexpensive-log-home-tools
for pictures, explanation, and directions for making your own.
snlm
In searching for Cartwright descendents in Arkansas, I found a WW II record for Hiram Fowler, residing Standard, Tuol, CA. He was working for Pickering Lumber Corp. I had no idea what any of this meant until I found this excellent website. So Hiram had left his family back home and was working in the Big Trees. I can hardly wait to follow his life’s story. Shirley (Cartwright) McKenzie.
Shirley,
Glad you found out about the Pickering Lumber Company on our web site. We work pretty hard to present the lumbering history of our area.
snlm John
I am looking for a poem about the logging terms? My grandma said it is funny! I’d like to get her a copy!
Thank you
Brandy Hurst
Brandy,
I don’t know the poem you are looking for but here is a song about loggers that you probably will like.
snlm
As I sat down one evening, was in a small caf A forty year old waitress to me these words did say I see you that you are a logger and not just a common bum ‘Cause nobody but a logger stirs his coffee with his thumb My lover he was a logger, there’s none like him today Well if you’d pour whiskey on it well he’d eat a bale of hay He never used a razor to shave his horny hide He’d just drive them in with a hammer then he’d bite them off inside My lover he came to see me was on a freezing day He held me in a fond embrace that broke three vertebraes Well he kissed me when we parted so hard that he broke my jaw And I could not speak to tell him he forgot his mackinaw I saw my lover leaving sauntering through the snow Well going grimly homeward at forty eight below Wll the weather tried to freeze him it tried its level best At a hundred degrees below zero why, he buttoned up his vest It froze clean through to China and it froze to the stars above And at a thousand degrees below zero it froze my logger love And so I lost my lover and to this caf I come And here I wait till someone stirs his coffee with his thumb