There are some people and groups in Juab County that would prefer I not write about this, but it is a part of history, so brace yourself, as we intend on talking about where one has to go to "get spirit's". Years ago, Root Beer was for kids and Beer was for adults, although both had frosty heads to them. As a kid walking along highway 91, we didn't mind beer drinkers, as they would throw their beer bottles out the car window, and we would turn them in for a penny each; pop bottles were two cents each. The best place to find them was from Starr Ranch to Nephi. A gunny sack full was a big load for kids in the 1950's. We had heard that Levan had a beer joint, which was walking distance from any home, kinda like the Chapel. In Nephi, we had the Rainbow on main street, which is no longer there, but we took a photo of the empty space, just so one could liquefy their memories' of the past. Then down Center Street there was the Nebo Club, which was the FOE and you can still see those initials in the photo. I think this writer was the last man to sit at the bar there! It had been closed for several years, and about three years ago, it was being renovated, and some not so local guys were tearing things out. Me and my partner stopped for old times sake, and asked if we could check the place out. It wasn't lunch time, but the three could recognize an unmarked car, and we wore suits, almost like we could have been immigration agents. Needless to say, they scattered and we sat at the bar pretending it was 1950. By the time we came back through Nephi, the bar remains were removed. No, we didn't have a beer! On the east side of Main there was a place called Wayne's Pool Hall, but they MAY have served beer to adults there. If you go north towards Mona, just north of the homes where Matt, Jack and Maurice Howard lived, there was a bar right by the road one would take up to Merle McPherson's old feed yard-before the freeway came. There is where Harry Cruz had his beer joint, along with his wife, who was from India. It only had a couple booths and a few stools, but it brought in the travelers. The entertainment was not the beer, but who or what consumed it. If you paid for it, you could watch their donkey guzzle a bottle of beer. Harry and his wife slept out in the manger in the back, which they shared with the donkey. There should be a photo of where it was, and we put a few containers of the past in the gate. If you look close, you will see the Coors can with two holes, produced by a "Church Key" sitting on top. The "Billy Beer" is still full, and so it was treated very gently. We placed an empty bottle of "Imitation Vanilla Extract" as years ago that was a last resort for a drink. It was made by Empress Packing of Salt Lake and made with a hint of vanilla, a touch of water, but mostly alcohol. On the other side of Mona, you will come across several large cottonwood trees before you get to Starr Ranch, or what is now Young Living. Under those trees, Verge Swasey had a small beer saloon, and it closed after he passed away. Information was after it was closed, teenagers would meet there and pretend they were adults, and belly up to the bar. No beer was served however. Although Brigham Young tried to control taverns, they arrived in Utah, with Salt Lake City having over a hundred beer joints before he passed away. One of the big beer makers was Albert Fisher, who started to brew suds in the 1870's. His production was greater than Coors of Colorado; Becker's of Ogden and anything in California. However, Fisher Beer didn't fare well in the late 1950's and he sold the business to Lucky Larger in 1957. While most millionaires were building their mansions in the Avenue area of Salt Lake, Fisher built his next to his brewery which is still visible at 200 South and 12th West in Salt Lake. The Mansion was donated to a foundation to help people with alcohol problems. On a professional basis, I was given many opportunities to visit every room in that palace.
Memories revived...going to and from town in the backseat of our 1939 Chevy, watching for Harry's donkey as we passed his tiny saloon with its yard full of junk...wondered how they lived in the old tin and wood shack. What happened to Harry...anyone know???
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