Eleanor H. Holland’s Memoir

Eleanor Hasenkamp Holland a teacher in Metropolis, Nevada, from 1917 to 1922.

Eleanor Hasenkamp Holland a teacher in Metropolis, Nevada, from 1917 to 1922.

Eleanor Hasenkamp Holland was a teacher in Metropolis, Nevada, from 1917 to 1922 in years when the over-promoted agricultural town was beginning to decline.

Surrounding Metropolis were ranches where illumination was still by kerosene lamps and horses were holding their own in powering agricultural equipment.

Eleanor was a keen observer of Metropolis life and left us a photographic record of her adventurous life on Nevada’s northeastern frontier.

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  • metro22The Pioneer Returns and Finds Ghosts and Memories. “Years ago, I drove back through all of the places I had known and loved in Nevada and – of course – Metropolis. Practically everything was gone. I know of no other ‘Ghost Town’ so worthy of the name as Metropolis.”

  • metro21Harvest Time in Metropolis. “Potato harvest was so vital that school was dismissed for a week so the youngsters could help. The first year, I planned to spend the week in Deeth with my college roommate who was teaching there. [Land Manager] Hatch said the teachers ought to donate some help with the harvest and if we’d work two days, he’d take me to Deeth and come after me.

    So – we nearly killed ourselves – [we] actually picked more potatoes than the men do though we were allowed to only pick the big ones, which the men said was an unfair advantage. Actually, every one was waiting to die laughing when we wouldn’t be able to move the second day. We could hardly get out of bed we were so stiff but we wouldn’t let anyone know it and we started over to the boarding house. Going for breakfast, we saw Hatch and County Agent Lambert coming, we gritted our teeth and skipped up the steps as if nothing was wrong and the two men couldn’t think of a word to say.

    On the way out to work, I whispered to Irma and Helen that I didn’t see how we could win because I knew I’d never be able to bend over to pick up a potato but they threatened murder if I gave up so I went through with it and after a while we limbered up and finished the day. When Hatch took me to Deeth the next day, it was all I could do to get and out of the car but when Em came to let me into the house she and her roommate rented, I really collapsed and told her to bring on the liniment.

 

Fortunately, this photo record compiled by Eleanor Hasenkamp Holland is a window to lost dreams.

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