 My name is Charlene Brown and I've lived in Butte Falls since 1945 when my family and I first moved here. We moved from Silverton, Oregon, a big two-story house with four bedrooms, beautiful lawns on an acre and a half of ground. We moved out to a place called Little Tokyo and it was a row of cabins that were owned by Medco, the corporation that ran the logging up here and they had provided these as housing for their employees. It was called Little Tokyo and I was going to mention that because it was right at the end of the war and the housing was so poor. It was...units were three rooms, no electricity, no...we did have running water but we didn't have indoor plumbing. The bathroom was out in the back and we shared that with the cabin next door and so it probably reminded the people in town of the living conditions in Tokyo or in Japan or in other countries that were crowded and small and so they called it...they nicknamed it Little Tokyo. My father was a logger most of his life. He worked for warehouser in the northern part of the state as a timber-faller and my mother's health wasn't good. She had asthma and it was difficult for her in the winter climate up there so they moved to Butte Falls where it was drier. He got a job with Medford Corporation and worked there till he retired as a timber-faller and that's why we were allowed to live in this cabin at first and we moved into town in 1949 and my parents purchased the Butte Falls Cafe and they ran that for several years and we bought a house in town. They bought a house in town actually and I spent my first year of 1949 washing dishes in the cafe. That was my first job, very little pay but I got my room and board and so forth. Then I went to school in the old two-story building and it was back in the days when the train logging was still going and the train had to bring the logs out of the woods and then there was a steep trestle down at the fish hatchery that the train could pull a lot of cars out of the woods coming down the hill but then it couldn't pull all these up at the same time so they would back it off into a side line and drop off half of the train cars and pull the other half up the steep hill. When we were in school the train ran right by the grade school and so at about 2 o'clock in the afternoon we would hear the train coming and it would get so loud that the windows would rattle and the teacher couldn't talk because we all had to do study hall at that time because you couldn't hear anything but the train and of course the train, it crossed the Butte Falls Highway right by the school and it had to whistle because of the cars so it would whistle coming and going and then it would have to go back down the hill and get the other half so for probably the last hour of our school day we listened to nothing but the train coming up the hill headed down the road. That's a great story. Another thing about that train was the older boys and Darwin, you'll probably hear from Darwin in this story, was one of those older boys that they would go down and grease the tracks on the hill so that the drivers of the train would slip when they hit that grease and we would sit there in our classroom and we could hear this train coming up the hill chug, chug, chug, chug and it would hit that grease and go chug, chug, chug and we would all sort of look at each other and snicker and laugh because we knew what had happened the funny part of that was the fact that Darwin's dad was the fireman on the train or was part of the train crew so that was always a special memory for me. We did a picture. Anything else you want to add? Do you have anything you want to add? Tell about the time that they burned the we used to build the bonfire. Warren Brown. I moved here in 1948 and the story she was talking about was we built a big bonfire and we'd burn it at the end of the year. The sports team at the school. And Prospect decided they'd come over the day or two before and they'd burn it up so we had to go out and well, Medco actually did it for us. They took their dump trucks out and hauled in a bunch of railroad tires and built a big pile of so we got to burn it anyway. Every year we'd do this for the sports teams in the middle of the ball field and it would take us a week probably sometimes to some kid would get their dad's pickup and we'd go out and scrounge around little logs and chunks and old tires and firm tires in those days. Pretty smelly. Yes, and we'd pile this up and it would be as tall as sometimes it's almost as tall as a single story house. And like he said, we'd work all week to get this built and then Prospect sneaked over. We always had a deal with Prospect, I mean we were always very competitive. They were your rivals. Yes, and so they sneaked over that night and burned it down and so we had that fire and of course the kids were all just crushed and so the dads and Medco allowed them to do this they went out and got all rebuilt and so we got to have our barn fire after all anyway. That was sort of the school stories there. We never will forget.