Lucin at 100-Year Mark

Another newspaper clipping from my Grandfather, Milo Ross. There is likely a story behind this for him, but I do not know what it is. You can see Grandpa’s handwriting and signature on it. It provides the date of 28 November 2003 from the Ogden Standard Examiner. It marked the 100th anniversary of the dedication of the Lucin Cutoff, the railroad engineering triumph that sliced across the Great Salt Lake and rewrote the map of transportation in the American West.

Milo was eighty-two years old when he clipped it. He wrote three things on it in his careful hand: his name, the date, and a small commentary on the photograph. The photograph was a reproduction of an old postcard — a locomotive steaming across open water on a trestle of wooden piles, captioned “Lucin Cut-off, Great Salt Lake, on line of Southern Pacific R.R.” Beside it Milo wrote: “The change of life. Today. Land filled.”

He had lived through both eras — the trestle and the causeway that replaced it. For Milo, this was not history. It was a landscape he had watched transform within his own lifetime.

The Engineering Miracle of Its Time

The article Milo clipped was written by Antone Clark for the Standard-Examiner. It opened this way:

Standard-Examiner, 28 November 2003 — Page 1

It was the modern miracle of its time.

This month marks the 100-year anniversary of the dedication of the Lucin Cutoff, a railroad route that changed the face of transportation in early Utah. It was a shortcut that traversed the Great Salt Lake and spawned one of the engineering wonders of the era.

On Nov. 26, 1903, the first major rail line across the lake was dedicated, completing an epic project that took 3,000 men more than three years to complete. Historians differ on the cost of the project but estimates range from $4.5 million to $8 million.

Regardless of the cost, it was a massive undertaking. The project involved laying 103 miles of new track between Ogden and Lucin (on the Utah/Nevada border), including more than 11 miles of wooden trestle across the Great Salt Lake. The project also involved building up miles of rock and gravel through shallow lake brine in what would become a precursor to the causeway that now connects Davis County to Antelope Island.

Started in February 1902, the cutoff chopped 43 hard miles off a difficult route through the Top of Utah, taking railroad cars across the lake instead of through tough mountain passes. It officially signaled the end of rail through Promontory Summit, site of the driving of the golden spike in 1869.

“It was significant in that it was one of the incredible engineering marvels of the world,” author David Peterson said of the cutoff. Peterson spent seven years researching the cutoff for his book “Tale of the Lucin, A Boat, A Railroad, and the Great Salt Lake.”

“The reason it didn’t go down in history as more of a feat is that the railroad was going to great lengths to quiet it down,” Peterson said. Safety concerns prompted that, he said.

The article continued on an inside page:

Standard-Examiner, 28 November 2003 — Page 2

The trestle was built of what was described as a “perfect forest of piles,” amounting to millions of timbers, most of them from Oregon. The immensity of effort resulted in an army of workers, an almost endless parade of dump rail cars and the use of 25 huge pile drivers.

Engineering challenges were compounded by trying to get fill in the lake’s bottom to settle. It was common for engineers to dump fill, only to see it sink below the water’s surface later. At one spot along the cutoff alone, more than 70,000 train-car loads of fill were used. That led to use of the trestle through a portion of the cutoff.

Even when it was completed, the problems of a sinking lake bottom did not quickly go away. In some cases, Peterson said it was not uncommon to see the trestle sink as much as 10 feet in an hour. That problem was one reason the railroad did not more widely publicize its engineering marvel. It also delayed its heavy use. The Lucin Cutoff wasn’t officially opened until Jan. 1, 1905.

Crossing the lake was an idea that early railroad engineers had considered, but cast aside as too far-fetched.

“The idea then was almost chimerical. There was neither the genius in finance bold enough to undertake such a stupendous work, nor the traffic to warrant such expenditure. It may be doubted, too, if there was engineering faith equal to the task,” the late Oscar King Davis wrote of the idea of crossing the Great Salt Lake by rail.

Time and circumstances gave more than pause to the possibility. At the beginning of the 20th century, an increasing bottleneck in rail service in the Top of Utah made the project a possibility worth the money and the undertaking.

Keyed by the vision of William Hood, Southern Pacific’s chief engineer, and the money of Edward Harriman, the project became a reality in almost warp speed for the time.

Peterson said a couple of factors changed at the turn of the century, opening the way for the project. First, improved technology brought the steam shovel into use and the attitude of railroad officials had changed.

“The engineers of that time were real aggressive. They were looking to make a name for themselves and do incredible things. It was fun,” Peterson said of the time.

Don Strack, a Utah rail historian, said the cutoff helped save an average 24 hours of transit time for Southern Pacific [and] eliminated the need for helper locomotives to traverse Utah’s mountains, increasing efficiency and profit.

The trestle remained a fixture in the lake until the 1950s when Southern Pacific decided to replace the trestle with a solid fill causeway. The causeway, built parallel to the trestle, was started in 1955 and ready for use in 1959.

The trestle’s lumber found life long after the span was out of use. Salvage of the trestle resulted in lumber being sold to numerous ventures. Several Utah businesses boast of Douglas fir from the span as part of their structures, including the Lodge at Soldier Hollow and the Desert Pearl Inn in Zion National Park. One furniture maker, ironically named Trestlewood Furniture, also claims to have used the salvage lumber in building outdoor furniture.

What It Replaced

To understand the Cutoff, you have to understand what it displaced.

The First Transcontinental Railroad had been completed at Promontory Summit on 10 May 1869 with the driving of the golden spike. The route celebrated followed a circuitous path around the north end of the lake — steep, winding, and punishing on equipment. The original alignment from Ogden to Lucin stretched 146 miles and climbed to an elevation of 700 feet above the lake.

When Edward H. Harriman took control of the Southern Pacific Railroad in 1901, he initiated an improvement campaign that included the construction of the Lucin Cutoff. The existing run between the two northern Utah cities was among the least efficient parts of the First Transcontinental Railroad, involving a 1,515-foot winding climb over Promontory Point north of the Great Salt Lake.

The Lucin Cutoff made that route obsolete. Trains that had once gone north through Promontory Summit simply stopped going there. The human cost of that rerouting fell on the communities along the old alignment — Kelton, Terrace, Watercress, and the other small settlements that had grown up along the original transcontinental corridor. Without through traffic, they withered.

The savings in time and operating cost for Southern Pacific were immediate and measurable. The Cutoff reduced transit time by an average of 24 hours and eliminated the need for helper locomotives over the mountain grades entirely.

The construction itself was a logistical achievement of the first order. Frederick M. Huchel, writing in the History of Box Elder County, described the scale of it: a 127-foot long, 22-foot wide steamer, The Promontory, carried supplies and assisted with construction work on the lake. Construction occurred simultaneously at both sides of the lake and both sides of Promontory Point in the middle. Workers drove five piles every fifteen feet, in bents of five piles each for the main roadway. A good day’s work for a pile driver crew was seventy-five piles — five bents. Men worked in ten-hour shifts, day and night, Sundays and holidays, housed in boarding-houses built on platforms raised on piles above the water. They paid four dollars a week for their board. No liquor was allowed; packages coming out to workers were searched, and anything found was confiscated.

In all, 38,256 trees were cut down to make piles for the great trestle — a forest of two square miles transplanted into Great Salt Lake. Two million board feet of redwood decking were used for the actual railbed. Just the portion of the trestle above the waterline contained enough wood to lay a boardwalk four feet wide from Boston to Buffalo.

The lakebed offered no easy foundation. It ranged in hardness from gypsum-crusted sections so hard that pile-drivers could not force a timber through, to places where the bottom was more than fifty feet of soft mud where single piles disappeared out of sight and had to be spliced, lashed, and braced together. On 24 March 1903 a trial run ended with a locomotive sitting in two feet of water, still on its rails, after an embankment settled beneath it.

Freight trains began using the cutoff on 6 March 1904 and passenger trains began crossing six months later on 18 September 1904. But the Cutoff did not officially open for full service until 1 January 1905.

The Change of Life

Milo Ross was born on 4 February 1921, seventeen years after the trestle opened. As a young man he worked the winter salt harvest at Promontory with his uncle Ed Sharp — shoveling in ten-hour shifts at the edge of the lake, in the country the Cutoff had transformed. He knew the trestle world, or its near memory. The trains of his youth crossed the lake on wood and water.

Then, in the 1950s, it changed. Southern Pacific decided to replace the trestle with a solid fill causeway. The causeway was built parallel to the old trestle, started in 1955 and ready for use in 1959, at a cost of $50 million. The earthen causeway, nearly 12 miles long, effectively divided the lake in two — a consequence that would reshape the ecology of the Great Salt Lake for generations. The two original culverts were closed by Union Pacific in 2012 and 2013 due to concerns over the sinking of the causeway into the lakebed, and a new 180-foot culvert and bridge were opened on 1 December 2016.

The trestle’s lumber did not go to waste. Trestlewood Furniture — named with some irony — salvaged and marketed the old Douglas fir. In 1993 an Idaho construction firm purchased rights to the Cutoff and has been salvaging, remanufacturing, and marketing the wood ever since. Pieces of that forest of piles, hauled from Oregon and driven into the bed of the Great Salt Lake at the turn of the twentieth century, ended up in a lodge at Soldier Hollow and a hotel in Zion National Park.

Milo clipped the centennial article in the autumn of 2003. He wrote his name at the top. He wrote the date. And beside the old postcard of the locomotive on the trestle, he wrote: “The change of life. Today. Land filled.”

Three phrases. The trestle he had known. The causeway that replaced it. The landscape, permanently altered. He had watched it all happen.


The Standard-Examiner articles from 28 November 2003 were written by Antone Clark and are reproduced here for family historical purposes. Additional historical context drawn from Frederick M. Huchel’s essay in the History of Box Elder County (published at historytogo.utah.gov) and other public sources.

Williams-Williams Wedding

I am sharing this life sketch of David Davis Williams and Rebecca Price Williams.  The original version was written by William Jenkin Williams and found in the records of Eliza Williams Rees with insights from her granddaughter Betty Mifflin Bushman taken from family interviews and her own experience.  For the most part I will stick to the original history.  I do not have any photos to share, but since I have the history, I wanted to make it available.

Before I jump into the rest of the life sketch, I think it is important to connect these individuals to my family history.  I have previously written of the marriage between David D Williams and Gwenllian Jordan.  David D Williams had a brother named John Haines Williams.  David Davis Williams is the son of John Haines Williams.

I will provide more family information after the life sketch.

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“David D. Williams was born in Llanelli, Carmarthenshire, Wales on June 19, 1852, a son of John Haines Williams and Sarah Jane Davis.  He came to the United States with his parents, settling first in Pennsylvania in 1858.  In 1860 the family moved to Ogden, Utah, crossing the plains with in a handcart company led by Captain Elias Morris.  It was the second ox team to land in Ogden.  From there the family went north to the Malad Valley where they settled in Muddy Creek, living in a dugout where some of the children were born.  They later moved to Gwenford.

“Rebecca P. Williams was born on New Year’s Eve, December 31, 1857, at Merthyr Tydfil, Glamorganshire, Wales, a daughter of Jenkin Williams and Eliza Price.  She was baptized (LDS) in Wales on December 11, 1867 by her father, Jenkin, and confirmed by John Thomas.  With her parents, she came to this country for the gospel’s sake, settling in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.  After living there two years, they went to the Malad Valley in the year 1872.

Younger Rebecca Price Williams

Younger Rebecca Price Williams

“On Rebecca’s birthday, December 31, 1877, she and David were married in St. Johns, Oneida, Idaho by Justice of the Peace William H. Waytell in the presence of Benjamin Waldron and Mary Ann Daniels.

“David was baptized (LDS) 8 March 1878 by John Evan Price and confirmed by Samuel D. Williams.

“He and Rebecca took up a farm in Gwenford where they lived for about twenty years.  During this time David operated a freighting business between Kelton, Utah and Helena, Montana, a trip that would take him about three months.  He served as a deputy sheriff, was the first Chief of Police of Samaria, Idaho, and even worked as a blacksmith.  Later he went into the confectionery business and operated a business and general store, D.D. Williams Candy Kitchen, with Rebecca in Samaria until his death June 27, 1927.  He was a man, it is said, who could not be idle.   His daughter, Eliza, described him as a wonderful husband and  father.  His granddaughter, Mae Rees Mifflin, remembers him with great fondness also.  She named her first child, Darla Dean, after her grandfather.  It is a wonder that Darla was not nicknamed Dee Dee too.

David Davis Williams

David Davis Williams

“About him, a grandson, Ray Earl Rees, told the following story:  Their daughter, Eliza (Ray’s mother), had a washing machine.  In order to help her elderly parents, she would do their laundry.  Every Monday morning Grandpa David would drive his buggy the few miles to Malad with a bundle of clothes for her to wash.  Grandpa would drive the team around to the north road and enter the farmyard by the back way.  About the time he was expected, Ray would wait out by the gate to open it for his grandfather.  Then he would climb up in the buggy with him and ride up to the house.  Always Grandpa Williams had a sack of candy for Ray.  He could depend on that treat and waited eagerly for it each Monday morning.

“When the family would visit their grandparents in Samaria, it was a treat to go in to the store and see all the candies on display behind the glass counter.  Rather than give the children candy, Grandpa Williams would give them each a nickel and let them do the choosing.  They were not allowed to go around the counter, but while he smiled encouragement to them, they would stand before the counter and choose their treat.

“He was the sweetest man who ever drew a breath, Ray said about his grandfather.

“David was always a prominent figure in our childhood stories about family as our mother was said to be his favorite.  He even appeared to her to tell her goodbye after his death.

“It seemed so romantic to my sister and me that he and Rebecca married on my favorite holiday of the year, New Year’s Eve.  That day was also Rebecca’s twentieth birthday.  Her present was our handsome, nice great-grandfather.  What a perfect party time to have a wedding anniversary.

“Rebecca is remembered by her daughter, Eliza, as a wonderful mother and homemaker, never being one to go away from home.  She had a wonderful alto voice and when the children were small, she would often gather them around and sing to them.

“After her children grew up and married, she helped her husband in keeping the confectionery store.  Many remember stopping there as youngsters on their way to Mutual to share a soda and socialize.  They were always reminded not to be late for their church meeting by Rebecca, who would usher them out the door at ten minutes ’till.  Later the teenagers would reunite there to pick up where they had left off.

“Her daughter, Eliza, described her this way, Rebecca P. Williams was loved by all who knew her.  She was kind to everyone and did not have an enemy on earth.

“Great-Grandmother Rebecca was always a colorful figure to my sister and me.  As the youngest surviving child in her family of eleven children, we loved the story of how when the family came from Merthyr Tydfil, Wales, she was assigned to carry a beautiful crystal bowl for her mother.  With it wrapped in a shawl, fourteen-year-old Rebecca later carefully tended it all the way to Idaho.  Through interesting circumstances, that bowl was inherited by our grandmother, then Mama, and finally Darla.  Since Darla also inherited Grandma Rees’ beautiful china closet, it seemed quite natural that the Welsh bowl would always rest inside it.  At any rate, I never ever expected it to be mine.  One day when I was picking up Darla to bring her to my house for a day’s visit, her daughter, Alyce, walked out to the car with us.  In her hands, Darla was carrying something wrapped in a piece of fabric.  She handed it to me with a smile saying that she had a present for me as a little thank you gift because I was so good to her.  With Alyce looking on and smiling too, I turned back the cloth to see the Welsh bowl.  Ignoring my protests that it was hers and that I could not accept it, she said she knew it would be safer in my home, that I would take good care of it and always treasure it.  Alyce said they had talked it over and both felt that it should be mine.  How I love to hold and admire that bowl.  Made of clear glass in a square shape, scalloped edging runs along its rim and base.  With a small pedestal and lion heads at each square corner, it is truly a work of art and indeed a special item. I love knowing of its history and importance in our family.  When we would look at it as children and hear its story, it was always viewed in quiet awe or discussed in hushed tones.  Never, ever, did I think it would be mine.  I felt amazed, quite honored, and a bit afraid of the responsibility.

“David died on 27 June 1927 after an illness of eight months.

“Later Grandma Rebecca moved to Malad  where she resided just across the street from her daughter, Eliza.  I remember Grandma carefully preparing a plate of dinner each evening for her mother.  It was usually the job of Uncle Ray to deliver it with a caution to hurry so it would be hot for his grandmother.  When I was around, he would often grab me by the hand and together we would dance across the street as he deftly carried the napkin covered plate in one hand and dragged me along with the other.

“I remember her as a frail little lady, a bob of white hair on top of her head, wire-rimmed glasses perched on her nose as she looked us over.  Books and magazines were plentiful in her small apartment and always a deck of cards.  In addition to reading, she liked to play games, playing Solitaire to entertain herself when no one else was around.

“Rebecca died on March 30, 1936 at the age of 84, a few months before my fifth birthday.

Rebecca

Rebecca Price Williams

“Both are buried in the Samaria Cemetery.

“Thirteen children were born to David and Rebecca, five boys and eight girls:  Sarah, William Jenkin who died in infancy, Mary, David, Phoebe, Jenkin, Eliza, Margaret, John, Catharine, Beatrice, Frances Orenda who died as a baby, and George.”

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Some more family history information.

David Davis Williams born 19 June 1852 in Llanelli, Carmarthenshire, Wales and died 27 Jun 1927 in Samaria, Oneida, Idaho.  He was buried 30 June 1927 in Samaria.

Rebecca Price Williams born 31 December 1857 in Merthyr Tydfil, Glamorganshire, Wales and died 30 March 1936 in Malad, Oneida, Idaho.  She was buried 2 April 1936 in Samaria.

David and Rebecca were married 31 December 1877 in St Johns, Oneida, Idaho.

Their children are:

Sarah Elizabeth Williams born 22 August 1878 in Samaria and died 31 February 1968.  Buried in Draper, Salt Lake, Utah.  She married James Benjamin McGuire (1872-1952) 30 September 1900 in Samaria.

John Jenkin Williams born and died 23 September 1879 in Samaria.  Buried in Samaria.

Mary Jane Williams born 10 April 1881 in Samaria and died 14 January 1975.  Buried in St Johns.  She married John Nelson Hill (1872-1913) 22 February 1899 in St Johns.

David Joseph Williams born 26 February 1883 in Samaria and died 4 April 1973.  Buried in Malad.  He married Ester “Essie” Katherine Munsee (1888-1967) 25 March 1908 in Ogden.

Phoebe Ann Williams born 12 December 1884 in Samaria and died 15 March 1942 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah.  Buried in Riverton, Salt Lake, Utah.  She married Thomas Charles Jones (1883-1922) 4 July 1903 in Samaria.

William Jenkin Williams born 24 Jul 1886 in Samaria and died 5 Jun 1963.  Buried in Samaria.  Married Mary Mae John (1901-1989) 26 February 1921.

Eliza Mae Williams born 10 February 1888 in Samaria and died 6 July 1967 in Ogden.  Buried in Ogden.  Married Gomer Vaughan Rees (1883-1971) 24 November 1904 in Samaria.

Margaret Rebecca Williams born 25 November 1889 in Samaria and died 9 November 1980.  Buried in New Philadelphia, Tuscarawas, Ohio.  Married Walter Russell Ripley (1895-1979) 13 December 1913 in Malad.

John Haines Williams born 31 May 1891 in Samaria and died 25 February 1957 in Malad.  Buried in Malad.  Married Eleanor Jones (1899-1975) 29 March 1916 in Malad.

Catharine Zina Williams born 14 August 1893 in Samaria and died 19 Oct 1988 in Salt Lake City.  Buried in Malad.  Married Elijah R van Ables (1892-1961) 12 December 1920 in Malad.

Beatrice Estella Williams born 30 July 1894 in Samaria and died 9 December 1976.  Married Carl William Jones (1892-1958) 4 April 1913 in Malad, later divorced.  Married Allen John Keehn (1888-1957) 16 November 1938 in Elko, Elko, Nevada.

Frances Orenda Williams born 6 May 1897 in Samaria and died 10 September 1897 in Samaria.

George Thomas Williams born 22 February 1901 in Samaria and died 24 June 1962 in Pocatello.  Buried in Restlawn Memorial, Pocatello, Bannock, Idaho.  Married Theona Withers (1906-1990) 4 October 1924 in Malad.