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Finally Barkerville stood on the horizon. We all leaped out of the car after a long drive drive. It took two and a half hours to get here. We all headed for the bathroom. Much better. So let’s see some sights. My word, its cold as charity up here in the mountains. Let’s go Meiko, Pete, Timmy and Buddy Budd….let’s run and warm up.
Our first stop was the church on the edge of the town.
It started hailing again and we ran for cover. Mom and dad decided it was lunch time so Einstein and I followed mom and dad inside the restaurant. Meiko, Pete, Buddy Budd and Timmy went looking for Bashful and Chip because we hadn’t seen them for quite some time now. I loved the Jasmine Tea mom shared with me. It warmed me up inside.
The hail stopped while we ate so we braved the elements again. The guys had found Bashful and Chip looking calm as can be beside the towns communal water spout.
This is a family home in the 1800’s.
The saloons did an awesome business with all the money and nowhere but Barkerville to spend it.
Although the Barkerville saloons already had women entertainers, much excitement was caused in the summer of l865 when there arrived from San Francisco an organized group of dancing partners, complete with musicians.
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Hurdy Gurdy Girls
The girls danced with the miners for a dollar a dance to the rhythms made by two fiddlers who reportedly sang loud so the music could be heard above the noise of the stomping feet.
Starved of women’s company and faced with the troupe’s determination to deal in nothing but dance steps, the men developed a style of dancing that both surprised and exhausted their partners.
The main point of this step, as described by those who were there, was for the man to lift his partner repeatedly as high as he could off the floor, at the same time swinging her feet aloft.
Here we are in the Hotel that featured the Hurdy Gurdy Girls daily.
Bashful and Chip grabbed a comfortable spot on the shelf to watch the action.
It was hailing again so we all thought it was time to leave. The Barkerville peeps were inside and away from the cold, hail and mud.
We all piled in the car and dad put the heat on. We all said. “Awwww” in unison and started out of Barkerville. I told mom that we hadn’t seen the gold fields or panned for gold. Mom said it was too miserable and nobody would help us anyway. The flats would just have to take our word for it.
Here we are. It didn’t seem to take as long getting home.
Mom, Meiko and my furs are stinking up…MOL….sorry I meant our furs are sticking up…right Meiko? There are bent ears all around too. Ok, we’ll get them fixed with this special stuff dad gave us Shoko. There we go every cat looks just about as good as new. We are tired mom so we’ll call it a nite. Nite all my flats and rocks. Anybody need a story to fall asleep? Not tonight mom…I’m asleep on my paws.