Here is our collection of colorful, first-person accounts of life in the “good old days” of logging and lumbering in the Sierra Nevada. If you have a story to tell, please drop us a line — we’d love to hear from you!
This page has the following sub pages.
- S.C. “Doc” Linebaugh
- Bears of Pickering Lumber
- One Fine Day
- The Day I Snapped Fred’s Cable
- Sawmill Life from a Woman’s Point of View
- The Day I Rolled Big Red
- Camp Cooks Had Rules!
- Christmas in White Pines
- White Pines Logging Camp
- “Doc” Linebaugh
- Choosing a Partner
- My First Love Affair
- Timber Falling
- A True Friend
- Louie Smith, Logger
Sierra Nevada Logging Museum 
I grew up in Toyon, in the sixties. The only other house there was the Churchill’s….
and the junkyard
I am not first person, but my husband has childhood memories of when his father worked at a mill near Sloat. They went there from Arkansas around 1949 or 1950. He says he remembers them making apple crates at the mill. My mother-in law was not too happy with the conditions of the only available house (she called it a shack) on the mountain to live in when they arrived. He has fond memories of tobogganing in the winter and cooking out on the mountain in the snow. They had to clear snow off the roof in the winter. The snow was so deep at times his father had to carry him on his shoulders. They filled the shed with wood scraps from the mill and that was their fuel in the winter. They would sometimes go to the dump to watch the bears in the evening. When there was a Forrest fire all hands left work and went to fight the fire, as apparently it was required. They cooked, visited and played cards or played in the snow with friends and neighbors in the winter. We are coming to Yosemite next June and we will drive over to Quincy and Sloat. If anyone knows the name of that mill or where it is/was I would like to know. C. B.