Submitted by Karl Breckenridge
Well, we better go to Sparks for a tale this morning lest I have the community hot at me for ignoring them!
While some towns lower their train tracks, others raise ‘em. In 1903 E. H. Harriman completed the purchase of the Central Pacific Railroad from the Big Four (Leland Stanford, C. P. Huntington, Mark Hopkins and Charles Crocker) and immediately started to re-engineer the CP tracks in northern Nevada to get rid of some awkward grades and curves to accommodate a new, heavier generation of locomotives and rolling stock.
The main line at that time ran down Prater Way, and engineers decreed that the better route would be far south of Prater with a major yard in a lowland area just south and east of the Sparks Nugget’s present location. It was then known as the Mary Wall ranch.
The area south of the present Nugget was low and therefore flood-prone, but did afford room to expand the train yard, build a first-class roundhouse and locomotive shop, and relocate Southern Pacific’s branch operation from Wadsworth to the west, closer to the east threshold of the Sierra and Donner Pass.
No sweat; a large community of Chinese laborers were available, the toughest workers in the world, whose grandfathers gained experience in creating the landfill Marina/South of Market areas of San Francisco in the 1840s, later in the Comstock mines, in the Donner Pass railroad tunnels and the Virginia & Truckee Railroad’s mountainous right-of-way, but were by 1902 looking for work.
Image: NDOT, courtesy Sparks Heritage Museum.
They laid railroad tracks from the present Sparks rail yard along the route of the present Highway 40 to a spot near Stoker Drive. As many as 300 laborers, according to the Sparks Heritage Museum’s railroad expert John Hartman, took earth by pick and shovel to the gondola cars and offloaded it at the site of the new railroad yard.
The work continued under torchlight night and day for 13 months until Sparks’ new rail yard had been elevated and then compacted, adding a compacted elevation of nearly two feet. Incorporating almost 80 miles of switching track, it was dead level, and it’s never flooded. The early engineers knew what they were doing.
A roundhouse servicing 36 tracks was begun after that, and the shop was completed after the yard was laid in 1904. The PFE icehouse came relatively later, and if this isolation keeps up, and if This is Reno doesn’t fire me first, we’ll probably read right here of the railroad’s locomotive shop and the Pacific Fruit Express icehouse that eventually became Harrah’s Auto Collection.
I gotta keep my Sparks buddies Joe Mayer, Gino Martini, Don Stockwell, and Elsie Gurr happy! This squib ought to hold them for a while. See y’all back here Saturday morning. Be safe, huh?
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Karl Breckenridge
Karl Breckenridge was slowly going nuts. So he decided to help out This is Reno by writing a daily out-of-his-mind column for the duration of the coronavirus shutdown. Now that it’s over he’s back to his usual antics, drinking coffee with the boys at the Bear and, well, we’re not sure what else. But he loved sharing his daily musings with you, so he’s back, albeit a little less often, to keep on sharing. Karl grew up in the valley and has stories from the area going back to 1945. He’s been writing for 32 years locally.
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Cheers 3 – the groceries II
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Cheers 2 – the groceries I
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Cheers 1 – Of wine and Little Italy
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Day 75 – Karl’s retired to the Bear
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Day 74 – the Truckee’s picturesque islands (updated)
Karl’s pal Jody shares the rich history of bootlegging, decorating, and engineering within the confines of the Truckee River’s banks and its picturesque islands.
Day 72 – Hobos, tigers and leprechauns
Karl recollects the series of eateries that drew diners to the corner of Virginia Street and Gentry Way for several decades.
Day 70 & 71 – in Flanders Fields
Karl shares a poem by John McCrae to mark Memorial Day.
Day 69 – The Nugget shark: John meets Jaws
Karl was talking about baby shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, long before the kids these days had ever been born.
Day 67 – What I like about Reno High
Karl, er, Carmine Ghia, writes an end-of-school-year essay to turn in to Mrs. Lehners about everything he likes about Reno High School.
Day 67 – 25 Bret Harte
Karl saddles up and heads to Newlands Manor where Western movies star Reno Browne grew up, and Lash Larue paid a visit or two.
Day 66 – Out for dinner we go
Karl goes out to eat at the El Tavern Motel, a truck stop outside the Reno city limits on the Lincoln Highway.
Day 65 – Dawn Bunker
Karl is back in action with a fresh story of which students of Mrs. Bunker’s class at Jessie Beck Elementary School still won’t spill the beans.
Day 64 – abducted
Karl Breckenridge called in to This Is Reno editors this morning with a hands-in-the-air, what-can-I-do sense of resignation.
Day 63 – Wedding chapels
Karl’s enjoying coffee with pals at the Bear, so today Jody stands at the altar to share the history of Reno’s wedding chapel industry.
Day 62 – the mansion at 2301 Lakeside Drive
Karl’s 7-year-old alter ego rides his bike down to Virginia Lake to explore the Hancock Mansion, a nifty home complete with a bomb shelter, sunroof and doll collection.
Day 61 – Basque hotels
Karl wanders back in time to 1960, a time when multiple Basque hotels served up minestrone soup, English lessons, banking, and accommodations.
Day 60 – the bygone Greyhound terminal
Karl’s synapses are firing today after hearing mention of Reno’s Greyhound bus terminal on Stevenson Street, now razed.
Day 59 – Don’t tell Mom
Karl rewinds to Mother’s Day to share a story from the archive about Grandpas without a Clue and another ragtop adventure, by reader demand.
Day 58 – School stuff
Karl considers the value of a school name as the WCSD moves to rename one of the area’s older remaining schools and open a new one.
Day 57 – Pedalin’ around Vine Street
Karl rides his bike through history, remembering some of the places and people that helped to build Reno into the city it is today.
