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| Welcome to Oro Grande |
A friend of ours, Kathleen, contacted me and said I needed to meet the mayor of Oro Grande. I didn’t even know there was a mayor.
“They have a mayor?”
“Well, he’s the honorary mayor. Joe Manners is nothing but a fount of knowledge where it concerns Oro Grande. You’ll find him very interesting; and he’s the caretaker of the cemetery.”
The proverbial cat was out of the bag, I found cemeteries interesting. But don’t all taphophiles? Still can’t get used to that term – sounds really creepy.
“So, I should meet this Joe Manners?”
“Yes, you should,” Kathleen replied.
And met him I did, on a lovely but very warm morning at his office away from home, the Cross Eyed Cow Pizza restaurant along the National Trails Highway, in Oro Grande.
Why the name cross eyed cow? Wondering if there are such things or was it just a made-up term for the pizza joint. The name was kind of catchy, though. Something a person would likely not forget. But, was there such a thing as cross eyed cows?
I googled this cross eyed cow thing, and sure enough, there are lot of cross eyed cows roaming the countryside of the United States. Of course, I mean no disrespect for these cows, but I was just curious.
Curiosity satisfied.
Joe Manners, like his last name indicated, was very cordial and polite, and most importantly, on time. And as Kathleen had indicated, a virtual cornucopia of knowledge when it came to Oro Grande.
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| Honoree Mayor Joe Manners |
“Joe, before we start going through all the history stuff, why do they refer you to as the mayor?”
“Because I’m very involved with the community, and one day years ago somebody called me the mayor. It’s stuck ever since.”
Good enough for me.
Mayor Joe had brought about a million file folders with photographs showing Oro Grande from its earliest days and we went through them one at a time. He sipped a cup of coffee and told me stories about Oro Grande, and the seventy-four years he has lived there.
The file folders were full of black and white photographs, color prints, newspaper articles, and an assortment of other items which were treasures on their own. Each had its own story to tell, describing a bit of the history of this little town just north west of Victorville.
One photo from the fifties showed a bunch of smiling young school children, and he named each and every child. Another photograph was of the opening day in April of 1961 of the Griffith Henshaw Memorial Park, and Mayor Joe could recall the name of everyone in the picture. Yet another photograph depicted some cave-men riding dinosaurs, and he could name everyone in the shot, including the dinosaurs. Okay, I made that up. He had forgotten the dinosaur names.
I marveled at this man’s memory. I was just hoping I could remember where I had parked my car before the meeting.
For nearly an hour I was taken on a journey back in time to when Oro Grande was first developed as a mining community through to the present day. It is a lot to take in. I mean a lot of history here detailing the strong men and women who came to the Victor Valley and settled here in the earliest days.
“Why isn’t there a museum here?”
“Not much interest and we’d need a building and a lot of donations,” Mayor Joe responded.
It seemed every town in the High Desert had a museum, large or small. Shouldn’t Oro Grande have one, depicting its special history?
“You know, we were the first settlement in the High Desert,” Mayor Joe said.
“So, you are like the original O.G.? Get it, Oro Grande, O.G.”
Mayor Joe ignored me. Wisdom along with a good memory.
Another photograph really got my attention. The photograph showed two train robbers on horseback who had held up a train coming into Oro Grande on April 20, 1898. In the ensuing robbery, two men were killed, the train engineer, Clifford, and one of the robbers, Jones.
“What’s really interesting is the young woman standing in the white dress,” Mayor Joe said.
“Why?”
“That’s the lady in white. She haunts the town.”
Interest piqued. “Really?”
“We have quite a few, shall we say strange sightings in town,” Mayor Joe informed me. “Especially at the cemetery.”
The cemetery!
“We even had ghost hunters out there. You can see their videos on YouTube.”
Fifteen minutes later I was following Mayor Joe in my vehicle, to the Oro Grande cemetery. I found it parked right where I had left it earlier in the morning. My memory wasn’t as bad as I’d feared.
Not only is Joe Manners the honorary mayor of the town, but he has also, by his own choice, taken on the responsibility to be the caretaker of the town’s boot hill.
Most cemeteries, not that I’m an expert, are quiet and reverent places. This one was no different. Very neat and clean.
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| One of the decorated graves at the cemetery |
“San Bernardino County helps out a bit, and just a couple of days ago, Captain Bryan Schultz, brought his county work crew up here and cleared all the weeds away. There were a lot of them, but they did a great job. Helped me out a lot.”
Mayor Joe pointed to a tall flag pole in the cemetery. “Osborne Pipe and Supply installed the flag pole and base. They help the town a lot, too.”
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| Oro Grande cemetery |
The pole, with the stars and stripes waving in the slight breeze over where not a weed could be seen, nor any ghosts dancing amid the wooden crosses or tombstones either.
“Mayor Joe, the ghosts or orbs?”
He smiled and led me on a tour through the graveyard – telling me the history of nearly every person laid to rest here. It was touching, as was the pride of loving attention Mayor Joe showed to every site which was plainly evident.
“I give tours you know. If anyone wants to have a history lesson in the cemetery, all they have to do is contact me. Usually the folks at the Cross Eyed Cow know where to find me.”
“The town is a great place to visit,” Mayor Joe stated. |
| The Iron Hog restaurant and saloon |
I would heartily agree.
