Idaho History Feb 17, 2019

Gillihans in Yellow Pine

John M. Gillihan married Elsie Good Dec 17, 1945
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The Yellow Pine Lodge

YPLodge1KGC-aJohn and Elsie Gillihan owned the Yellow Pine Lodge in 1966 and 1967, and he outfitted out of Yellow Pine in the 1960’s in the Monumental area. He also had trail jobs for the Forest Service.

The 3 youngest Gillihan children, Milton, Kristy and Pat, went to school in Yellow Pine, while John’s 6 oldest sons (Jack, Bob, George, Harold, Ray and Roy) worked with the outfit.

Elsie carried the mail from Yellow Pine to Big Creek when Whitmore had the mail route – before Arnolds.

(family correspondence)
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Yellow Pine Lodge G&S Guide Service

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Jim and Olga Cox in front of the Lodge
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My Dad, John Gillihan began his hunting guide career in the early 50’s. He worked out of the Sawtooth/Grandjean area at first. Dad started going into Big Creek in 1956, as an Outfitter & Guide. He often told me that I was two years old the first time I went to the Neal Ranch, and I was born in July of 1954. We spent every summer up there until 1963, when we moved permanently from Garden City to Yellow Pine.

The reason I am sure it was 1963 is because my first recollection of being there was during the 1963 Idaho Territorial Centennial celebration. Warren Campbell had hauled our house from Stibnite and it was sitting in the middle of the street during the Centennial festivities. It was then moved to the top of the road next to Tom and Betty Nicolas place, where it still sits today.

Napier Edwards brought family heirlooms for display at what is now the Corner Bar. I vividly remember seeing his mother’s (Annie Napier Edwards) wedding dress displayed in the window. It is such a shame all his possessions were destroyed when his house burned to the ground years later.

We lived in our house for a couple of years before we leased the Yellow Pine Hotel – after the Browning’s moved. My brother, Roy, and his family moved into our house while my parents ran the Hotel. I think we had the Hotel from 1966 to 1967.

I know we moved to Emmett the winter of 1967 when I was half way through the 8th grade. Roy and his family moved out of our house at that same time, so we must have sold it in 1968 or 1969, because we never lived there again, just continued to go to the Neal Ranch in the summer and Dad would be there through hunting season and usually came home just before Thanksgiving.

My brothers and I attended Yellow Pine School from 1963 to 1967. Milton moved to Emmett to live with our brother George, after the 8th grade, so that he could complete school. The only other option at that time would have been correspondence school or going to McCall to graduate. Pat and I stayed in Yellow Pine until our family moved to Emmett in 1967 and I graduated from there in 1972.

Thank you for your interest in our family history. I still consider Yellow Pine my hometown!

– Kristy Gillihan Scaraglino
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1960’s Yellow Pine

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Old post card of Yellow Pine

source: Kristy Gillihan Scaraglino

Iva and Fay Kissinger, Napier Edwards in Yellow Pine Mid 1960s

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(Stibnite house sitting in the road in the background.)

“My dad showed me this photo, he is the one in the background on the left, the little boy playing baseball. His name is Dave Browning and at this time my grandparents ran the hotel. Don and Barbra Browning.”

source: Kate Browning Noble

Note: The Brownings had the Lodge before the Gillihans.
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G&S Headquarters at our house in Yellow Pine

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Our house – one of the ones brought out of Stibnite.

[The houses] came from a row of duplexes in Stibnite. All of them had two front doors and two staircases at the entry. We eventually took out one of our front doors, but kept the two staircases. Upstairs, they connected on a landing and one was the boy’s side and one the girl’s… I was lucky to be the only girl!

– Kristy Gillihan Scaraglino

Big John, Pat and Milton Gillihan in Yellow Pine

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You can see Tom & Betty’s house with the white picket fence in the background, and an old shed/house between our house and theirs.
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George Gillihan

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George, wife Veda, children Ricky, Heidi and Mike in Yellow Pine.

G&S Guide Service – Gillihan and Sons

G & S Guide Service 1965

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Bob, Roy and George Gillihan

Yellow Pine Lodge Headquarters

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G & S Guide Service: Ted Gentry, George & John Gillihan

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G & S Billboard on George’s Impala

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Dad’s horses and mules [typed on company stationary]

(Roans)
Tysiska, Roanie, Stormy
(Blacks)
Ranger, Beauty, Montana, Big Prince
(Gray)
Zing, Pee Wee, Spud, Champ, Starlight
(Sorrels)
Penny, Copper, Duke, Beepo, Gordo
(Bays)
Scooter, Socks, Nancy, Pardner, Little Prince
(Brown)
Lady B. J., Peanuts
(Buckskin)
Buck Shot, Cricket
(Pintos)
Brinda, Mary, Judy, Tony, Patches, Jane
(mules)
Kennedy, Duke, Doc, Jack, Molly, May, (?pot) Molly, (?ub), Freddie, Jenny, Cindy, Fanny, Billie, Sad Sack, Patty, Little Jack
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Dad’s packstring returning through town.

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My brother, Milton Gillihan, getting ready to take a group on a horseback ride in Yellow Pine, Idaho.
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Fishing

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Roy and John Gillihan and guest showing off their catch of salmon.

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Pam Hathaway and I showing our catch of the day.
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Yellow Pine School Days

The Yellow Pine School in winter

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This is before we had Idaho Power and no light in the school except the big windows.
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Here is a list of the teachers 1963 – 1967

1963 – 64 – Mrs. Hazel Scheline
1964 – 65 – Mrs. Esther Bieroth
1965 – 66 – Dave Imel (taught the first 12 weeks)
1966 – Miss Mary Scholes (taught the last 12 weeks)
1966 – 67 Mrs. Patricia (Pat) Inama
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Yellow Pine School Teachers

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L-R: Phil Jensen, Milton Gillihan, Lee Green, Danny Ashton, Kristy Gillihan Scaraglino, Doyle Pond, Cheri (Che) Colston.
Second row, Mary Ashton, Pat Gillihan, Dave Imel, In front – Vonnie Ashton and Jessie Green.

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Yellow Pine School Teacher, Miss Mary Scholes from Grandview. L to R: Pam Hathaway, Kristy Gillihan, Miss Mary, Milton Gillihan, Karen Pond, Doyle Pond and Pat Gillihan.
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Yellow Pine School

1962-1963 School opened with 21 Students.
1964-1965 School wired for electricity
1967-1968 School had 18 students at start of school. A recreation room was was built from the woodshed …

excerpted from page 92, History of the Yellow Pine School by Emma Cox, in “Yellow Pine, Idaho” complied by Nancy Sumner
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Getting ready for School in Yellow Pine

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Pat, Milton and I loading our books on a sled to walk to school.
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Getting ready for winter

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My little brother, Pat Gillihan, chopping wood at the house in Yellow Pine, Idaho.
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Winter in Yellow Pine

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Our old International “Pinky” buried in the driveway
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John Gillihan

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“Dad and Trudy, named after Astronaut Gordon Cooper’s wife (Trudy Olson) Dad loved the “race to space” and JFK – he named several horses and mules after celebrities! We had, Gordo, Trudy, Lady B.J., and Kennedy – to name a few.”
– Kristy Gillihan Scaraglino
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John M. Gillihan

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Photo added by Diane Harris

Birth: 4 Sep 1910
Death: 18 Sep 1991 (aged 81)
Burial: Riverside Cemetery Emmett, Gem County, Idaho

Obit

John M. Gillihan

Emmett, ID — John M. Gillihan, 81, of Emmett, died Wednesday, Sept. 18, 1991, in a Boise hospital.

Graveside services will be held at 3:30 p.m. Saturday, Sept. 21, at the Emmett Cemetery. Pastor Tom Blackburn of Boise will offi-ciate. Arrangements are under di-rection of the Potter Funeral Chapel, Emmett.

Mr. Gillihan was born Sept. 4, 1910, at Gannett, Idaho. He served in the U.S. Army during World War II. He married Elsie Good on Dec. 17, 1945, at Dallas, Texas. They lived in Boise, where he was an outfitter and guide at Big Creek. They moved to Em-mett in 1967. He then worked for the U.S. Forest Service from 1980 to 1988. Mrs. Gillihan died Jan: 26, 1985.

Survivors include eight sons, Milton H., Patrick M., G. Harold, F. Ray and John W. “Jack” Gillihan, all of Winnemucca, Nev., K. George and Robert J.. Gillihan, both of Emmett, and F. Roy Gillihan of Olympia, Wash.; two daughters, Anna May Wyman of Cottonwood, Calif., and Kristy Gillihan of Boise; a sister, Jane Worthington of Boise; and numerous grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

Memorials may be made to the McCall Senior Citizen Center, First Street, McCall 83638; or to the American Diabetes Associa-tion, 1528 Vista, Boise 83705.

source: Find a Grave
[h/t SMc]
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Elsie Gillihan

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source: Kristy Gillihan Scaraglino
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Elsie Gillihan

[I found] a poem my mother wrote when she was all alone at the Jensen Cabin [Snowshoe Mine on Crooked Creek a tributary to Big Creek]. Bob found the poem written on a brown piece of paper and brought it out to the Base Camp. – Kristy Gillihan Scaraglino

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Arrived at cabin September 15th. Cook & wash for family and also cook for hunters going on pack trips.

Beautiful scenery here at cabin – but can’t say for back country as I have to stay & wash too many diapers.

Poem composed while looking out window – washing dishes.

Seasons Changes

Mountain flowers, drop their heads
Upon their bosoms, playing dead.
And so escape the wicked wind
Who tries to lure them deep within
His rocky castle of canyon walls
With granite stairway to Pine Trees Tall.
But now with summer glory spent
They lie serene & rest content
Till April’s gentle lover rain
Wakes them anew to live again.

By Elsie Gillihan, Boise ID
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Elsie G. Gillihan

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Photo added by Diane Harris

Birth: 5 Oct 1920
Death: 26 Jan 1985 (aged 64)
Burial: Riverside Cemetery Emmett, Gem County, Idaho

source: Find a Grave

Obit

Elsie G. Gillihan

Emmett, ID – Elsie G. Gillihan, 64, of Emmett, died Saturday, Jan. 26, 1985, in a Boise hospital of natural causes.

Funeral services were held Tuesday at Potter Funeral Chapel, Emmett. Burial was in the Emmett Cemetery.

Gillihan, an owner of a day care center, was born Oct. 5, 1920, at Mineola, Texas. She married John M. Gillihan on Dec. 17, 1945, at Dallas, Texas. They then moved to Boise.

For most of her life she helped her husband as an outfitter in the Idaho wilderness near Yellow Pine. They raised 24 foster children in addition to 10 children of their own. They had resided at Emmett since 1967 where she operated a day care center.

Survivors include her husband of Emmett; eight sons, Milton H. of Bonner, Mont., Patrick M., G. Harold, and F. Ray, all of Winnemucca, Nev., Robert J. and K. George, both of Emmett, John W. “Jack” of Paisley, Ore., and F. Roy Gillihan of Lacey, Wash.; two daughters, Anna May Wyman of Cottonwood, Calif., and Kristy Gillihan of Boise; and two sisters, Dorothy Few of Mineola and Willie Fay Smith of Chandler, Texas. Her parents, two brothers and a sister died earlier.

Memorials may be made to the American Diabetes Association, 1528 Vista Ave. Boise 83705.

source: US GenWeb Valley County Archives
[h/t SMc]
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(story by Elsie Gillihan)

Yellow Pine – “I almost petted him, but I didn’t ’cause he moved,” said five-year-old LaDonna Adkins as she recounted to her mother an experience she and her older sister, Christine, had in the woodshed at the family home near here.

Christine, 7, told her mother “something” is in the woodshed. Her mother told her to bring in wood. Then, LaDonna said “there’s a big cat in the wood shed.” Mrs. Adkins decided to take a look. She went to the small building and almost ran into a bobcat in the doorway.

Mrs. Adkins got one shot at the “cat” before it made a fast get-away. It was later killed by a neighbor.
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My Mom, Elsie Gillihan, submitted this article to the newspaper back in the 60’s when Norm and Pauline Adkins had the store in Yellow Pine. LaDonna Adkins was their daughter. The incident entertained us for quite a while.”

source: Kristy Gillihan Scaraglino
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By Elsie Gillihan

Yellow Pine – Now being a housewife, mother, and, so I’m told, a very good baker of bread; I can be proud of my culinary art. It saves money and is quite a necessity in the hills.

Baking, however, brings painful memories of my teen years when my first attempt to bake bread brought triumph for one hour, but in a most unusual way.

Being a very headstrong, impatient, teen-ager (they didn’t call us that; they usually called me “lazy”) I read the recipe, but couldn’t belive it could possibly matter that the hot milk must cool to lukewarm before adding the yeast.

I mixed the bread, then waited and waited for that big, messy, kettle of sticky dough to raise. I looked so long that my eyes began to play tricks and lo, and behold, it must be raising a bit.

Again I decided that the person who had written the recipe, had lots of time to waste; I didn’t; just had to get the bread in the oven.

It baked all right, that is, the top and bottom were a beautiful, golden brown; but it didn’t raise a bit, even in that hot oven.

My family was known for its Christian kindness, but not even this could persuade them to partake of my first light bread. I will give them credit, however, they made valiant attempts, but were unable to get a toothhold, so to speak.

My cousin came by and took a loaf home with him. Next day he appeared at the door minus a tooth. I gasped in alarm until he told me [he] had just been out to the dentist. I never did find out if he was just being kind to spare my feelings. Anyway, he told me that he could have eaten the loaf if only I had remembered to salt it.

I was, by this time, beginning to be very nervous, wondering what in the world to do with four loaves of unusable bread. I took one loaf apart and began to roll some of the middle portion between my two palms, when suddenly I looked at it and was surprised to discover I had a ball that closely resembled rubber, except this smelled a little better.

I tested it by throwing it on the floor and was amazed when it actually bounced three feet.

At last, I thought, I’ve found something to use it for. I proceeded to sew a cloth cover for the ball, invited the neighbor kids to play ball. We played catch, used a bat, had fun for an hour until we tired of the game. I then gave the ball to our dog who took one sniff, gave me a sorrowful look, then walked away leaving the ball for the neighbor’s dog. This dog, taking no chances, promptly dug a hole and buried it.

The thing that really bothers me is this: When this ball petrifies, and future archeologists unearth it, I’d just love to be there, in hiding of course, to get their version of what this object really is.
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This is another article submitted to the Idaho Statesman by my Mom, Elsie Gillihan. She used to tell this story to us.

source: Kristy Gillihan Scaraglino

Many thanks to Kristy Gillihan Scaraglino for sharing family history and photos for this story.
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page updated Feb 19, 2019 (added poem)