©Linda Dawn Hammond 1981
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DAWSON CITY CONTENTS
©Linda Dawn Hammond 1981
The story behind this image is as follows: One night in June, the friend of a man drinking at the Westminster decided to play a practical joke on him and arranged these legs under his car. The man later emerged from the bar in a drunken state, only to discover that he had "run over" someone while parking! Once the initial panic had subsided, he too deposited the legs under another vehicle, and so it continued all night until the "body" finally found rest in a makeshift grave on 3d., where Diamond Diane and I came upon it the following day...
Diamond Diane was a gorgeous redhead who was the closest I had to a best female friend up there! She aspired to be a real golddigger (with marriage in aim), and took to hanging around the casino, hoping to find her millionaire, or at least a handful of nuggets. Like her predecessors, she possessed a heart of gold and only found a place of dreams, and hunky but insolvent miners in cowboy hats! Not that there weren't millionaire ones too, but faced with the choice... alright, I'll admit- my choice. Diane may have occasionally opted for the nuggets- 'though I can't speak for her. She eventually returned back East, where she one day hit the jackpot- a beautiful son whom she named A. Dawson, in memory of a magical, golden place.In the background is the Moosehide Slide, where legend has it that an Indian village lies buried beneath. Dawson was said to be originally the site of a Native settlement. An abandoned Native village known also as Moosehide lies beyond the mountain.