Mizpah Hotel is OPEN!!

[Drew Wiley]

Well I can hardly wait until I get enough remodeling and drymounting done to start
my annual fall pigrimages across NV and into UT again. I do get horribly sneezy from
blooming rabbitbrush along the sides of the highway, but there are just so many things
different along those routes. Where else can you pull back into the sage for the night
and wake up to see wild black stallions fighting by moonlight over a mare a few yards from your truck? When I was a kid I worked for a Nevada family who came from running a million acre ranch all by themselves. First working horse I had was a mustang
broken only two day before - and yeah, I did land on my butt a few times!

[Duane Polcou]

So does the Mizpah Hotel have a bar, which they would call...The Bar Mizpah?

[Jim Graves]

So does the Mizpah Hotel have a bar, which they would call...The Bar Mizpah?

Ahhh ... and the Lady in Red could be the ...... the old Bat Mizpah?

[Jim Galli]

Was looking through some of the historic negs I bought from the estate of one Mac McGowan who had a studio here in Tonopah in the late '30's through early '50's.

George Curtis, Mizpah Hotel Bellman, circa 1946

My! My! Ain't we got class, ain't we got style.

[Drew Wiley]

Yeah... well, some of those Great Basin hostile-lookin (in pictures) walk-in joints are some of the friendliest places I've ever been in in my life.

[Dave Wooten]

church must have let out. Bar is full.

[Jim Galli]

church must have let out. Bar is full.

Hmmm........ doesn't speak well of my efforts. I'm the preacher.

[Drew Wiley]

My mother's uncle was a circuit preacher in Silver City during its six-murders-a-day boom years. He was also stationed at those two little Victorian churches which
everyone seems to photograph, one at the foot of the Rubies in Lamoille, the other in Big Pine. I have cyanotypes and albumens of the latter town under construction.

[vdonovan]

A great shot!

[Jim Graves]

WOW... Does that echo an earlier era ... I cannot even imagine what the life, hopes, and aspirations of an African American male were in Tonopah, Nevada in 1946.