"Las Vegas in Postcards" makes the news!

Our good friend, Kristen Petersen, over at the Las Vegas Sun has a write-up about our new book, "Las Vegas in Postcards:  1905-1965".

We will have the book for sale on the website within the next two weeks for anyone interested in buying autographed copies.

 

Local historians and preservationists have the not so glamorous job of debunking Las Vegas myths. The lies are perpetuated in documentaries, on Web sites and in books. Even a downtown placard has it all wrong.

That this happens is fascinating, but not entirely shocking. Las Vegas history, for years, has been swept under the rug and replaced by sexy stories as dazzling as the facades on the Strip.

Maybe it’s because the Old Stewart Ranch doesn’t have nearly as much juice as the fictional stories of Bugsy Siegel “creating” the Strip by “building” the Flamingo. Or that old churches and schools built by early settlers and families aren’t as blood-pumping as tales of prostitution, mobsters and gambling in what would become the land of sprawl.

Maybe the pace of rampant growth created an environment ripe for unchecked storytelling.

Lynn Zook, a preservationist who founded the history Web site classiclasvegas.com, has made it her mission to document the truth. Foar seven years she’s been collecting oral histories from early Las Vegas residents and working with historians to tell the mostly new community about early Las Vegas as it really happened.

“Our real history is just as compelling as our mythology,” she says.

A new book, “Las Vegas 1905-1965,” gives her the chance to spell it out.

Published by Arcadia Publishing, the 128-page book dedicated to the city’s history in postcards isn’t a decorative coffee table presentation focused on design and eye candy. This is history told in unique photos printed in black and white and accompanied by text with an agenda:

“These postcards stand as a historical reminder that Las Vegas did not spring fully formed from the mind of Benjamin ‘Bugsy’ Siegel while gripped by a feverish dream. They show that, from the beginning, Las Vegas was a town inhabited by people dedicated to carving a community out of the harsh desert climate.”

The book is part of Arcadia’s Postcard History Series, which includes Austin, Texas; Boston; Birmingham, Ala.; and New York cities. The nearly 200 postcards in “Las Vegas” are mostly from the collection of longtime resident Carey Burke, whose memorabilia also includes gaming chips, menus and ashtrays. Dennis McBride from the Nevada State Museum and photographer Allen Sandquist contributed others.

The book is divided into seven chapters: Early Days, Fremont Street, Community, Motels, Roadside Architecture, Postwar and Las Vegas Strip. Before legalized gambling, Fremont Street looked like a typical Main Street with a Western Union office, ice cream shop, doctor’s office and drug and clothing stores.

Sunrise Hospital was a stylish building in 1958. The War Memorial Building (where Sen. Joseph McCarthy unleashed an anti-communist rant) was torn down in the 1970s to make way for City Hall. Giant camel sculptures once stood outside the Sahara and a 60-foot-high pineapple water fountain was in front of the Tropicana.

 

 

Even the Thunderbird Downs horse track, which closed in the 1960s and is now the Las Vegas Country Club, has a postcard. Churches, schools, cottonwood trees and homes dominating the landscape are heavily featured in the beginning.

Other postcards show the changing signage and buildings that are covered or replaced until Fremont Street is glowing with neon. Downtown was shared equally by tourists and locals. Then came El Rancho, the Last Frontier and eventually the Flamingo, each flanking Highway 91, which would become the Strip — a well-lit candy land that would define Las Vegas to the world.

“One of the reasons we wanted to do it is to shine a spotlight on Las Vegas,” Zook says. “Most people think it begins and ends with Bugsy. People have done a good job of not putting a spotlight on the truth. The biggest myth is that Bugsy built the first motel.

“For a long time one of the biggest myths is that people didn’t live here — as if everybody just flies in to take care of the tourists and just flies home.”

A big issue with preservationists is trying to get people to save a past when they don’t even realize there is one.

Zook went to kindergarten downtown at the historic Fifth Street School. Her mom was a showroom waitress, then a real estate agent. Her dad ran keno and worked in the titanium factory before becoming a slot mechanic. Until the Boulevard mall opened, Fremont Street was the commercial and social hub. Downtown and Strip landmarks were community landmarks.

Zook’s first heartache came when Steve Wynn tore down the Dunes sign, which is featured in the book. “That was always supposed to be there,” she says. “I couldn’t imagine it not being there.”

A film background led her to doing oral histories with Las Vegas old-timers. At first she thought she’d talk to 20 people and then she’d be done. But it turned into 130.

“The people who came here and started this town and helped it to grow, their contribution should not be ignored,” she says.

While other cities evolve over time, Las Vegas was mostly replaced overnight. “Las Vegas 1905-1965” gives you a great opportunity to watch it happen at your own pace.

On May 8 Zook and Burke will sign books and discuss the project at the Nevada State Museum.

 

 

 

Thanks to Carey Burke and Allen Sandquist for the images

A loss for the community

 

We have sad news to report today.  In the last two weeks we have lost two Las Vegas pioneers, Joe Thiriot and Harvey Diederich.  Joe was 102 years old when he passed away earlier this week.  He had been a teacher at the old Las Vegas High School and was quite a shutterbug.  He took pictures and slides of many of the drama classes he taught over the years as well as the changing face of Fremont Street and the Las Vegas Strip.

He attended the annual all school High School Reunions for Las Vegas High and was always surrounded by well wishers and friends.  Back in 2005 when I was doing the video oral histories, Donna and Gail Andress suggested that Joe should be interviewed.  We called him up and arranged a time.  For two hours he talked to us about his life and his accomplishments.  When the interview was over, he drove home.  He was 98 years old at the time and still as sharp as a tack.

From today's Las Vegas Review Journal:

Thiriot Elementary School teachers believe the arts are useful in teaching core subjects like math and science, such as having dances to demonstrate the principles of density.

By coincidence, the school's namesake, Joseph E. Thiriot, who died Sunday at age 102, was involved in the performing arts, teaching drama, public speaking and chorus at Las Vegas High School for 28 years.

Thiriot also directed community plays and was a founding member of the Las Vegas Little Theatre. As a musician and artist, he played the banjo and piano and made jewelry from his gem collection.

"He was a great role model for us," said Patricia Schmidt, principal of the school, 5700 W. Harmon Ave., near Jones Boulevard and Flamingo Road.

The school opened in 2005. Thiriot frequently attended its music programs and plays.

"He was a big believer in children," Schmidt said. "It wasn't riches that he was after. It was giving of himself."

Alice Waite said her father's philosophy of teaching was to make it fun so his students would "learn without realizing they were learning."

She said her dad "loved life" and always kept busy. "He didn't stop driving until he was 100," Waite said.

Thiriot is survived by his three children, Alice Waite, Jeannetta Peterson, and Jon Thiriot; 14 grandchildren, 41 great-grandchildren and three great-great grandchildren.

Services are planned for 11 a.m. Thursday at the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints chapel at 221 S. Lorenzi St.

Palm Mortuary, 1325 Main St., is handling arrangements. The family is asking that donations be made to the school.

 

Harvey Diederich came to Las Vegas in the post war years and was instrumental in helping to not only put the Las Vegas Strip on the map but he helped turn the town into America's Playground.  He was a publicist who worked, in those early days, with some of the best photographers of the Las Vegas News Bureau.  He was good friends with Don English and they often worked together on ideas for cheesecake photographs of showgirls in skimpy outfits or swim suits posing for pictures with the hotels always featured prominently in the background.

He and Don used to attend the Old Timers Media Luncheon and that is where I met both of them back in 2002.  This wonderful group of photographers, publicists, journalists and former news men and women as well as  performers meet each month to share stories, tall tales and remenince about the old days.  I was fortunate to interview both Don and Harvey in 2003.  They attended the premiere of "The Story of Classic Las Vegas" (where they were both featured) at the CineVegas Film Festival in June 2005.

We lost Don back in 2006 and his death was a blow to Harvey.  Harvey had lost his wife and when he lost his good friend, it hit him hard.  He still tried to attend the montly luncheons but we saw him less as grew frailer.

Harvey's spirit lives on though, in the photographs he collaborated on and in the publicity he churned out that made Las Vegas sound like an oasis in the desert that just had to be visited.  They were a dynamic group of men and women who helped sell Las Vegas to the nation and to the world.  We won't see the likes of them again.

HARVEY DIEDERICH A light goes out in the City of Lights. No one will notice, as they travel through the morass of the neon that has helped make our city famous worldwide, that one our brightest lights has gone out. Harvey Diederich, chosen as one of the "Hundred Most Influential Las Vegans" has left us after 89 years on this Earth.

Harvey was one of the original strip publicists who began in the 1950's to spread the word the world over about a sleepy little desert town that would someday play host to celebrities, movie stars and some of the most famous guest in the world. A mentor to so many, who came after him, Harvey, along with men like Herb McDonald, Al Freeman and Don English gave Las Vegas its image. Organizations like the Las Vegas News Bureau and the Las Vegas Convention Authority received their impetus from the unusual adroit mind of Harvey D.

In fact it was said, many times by many people, that Harvey could see the future of Southern Nevada. Harvey was working in the ski resort town of Sun Valley, Idaho in the early 50's when Herb McDonald contacted him about a job opening at the Last Frontier in Las Vegas. Harvey interviewed and was hired by General Manager Bob Cannon. Over the next 35 years, the Sahara, Tropicana, and the original MGM Grand Hotel were just a few of the mega properties whose image he polished. Harvey and his wife Joan, who preceded him in death, raised five children, Mick, Terre, Guy, Gaye and Darrilyn; six grandchildren; and three great-grandchildren, all of whom mourn his loss.

Harvey's modesty prevents us from full disclosure of his contributions, it is enough to say that he will be sorely missed. There was a memorial service on Sunday, March 22, Palm Mortuary, 7600 S. Eastern Ave. Donations can be made in Harvey's name to New Hope Hospice Foundation.

Then and Now

The Fremont Hotel in the 1960s

 

The Fremont Hotel in the 1980s

 The Fremont Hotel in the 1970s

 

Fremont Hotel in the 1980s

The Fremont Hotel today

 

The Riviera in the 1950s

 

The Riviera in the 1970s

 

The Riviera in the 1980s

 

The back side of the Riviera today

 

The front side of the Riviera today

 

Special thanks to Eric Lynxwiler and RoadsidePictures for letting us use these images.

7 Myths about Las Vegas

Our pal, Corey Levitan, has a great column today in the Las Vegas Review-Journal on 7 of the most common myths about Las Vegas.

Las Vegas doesn't have to lie to impress anyone. Yet a surprising number of "facts" about our town continue to resonate across pop culture and the Internet with no basis in reality. Let's straighten seven of them out...

1. Benjamin "Bugsy" Siegel fathered modern Las Vegas.

"Siegel didn't walk out into the desert and have a vision," says Michael Green, history professor at College of Southern Nevada, who explains that the valley already was developing on the heels of a Southern California boom.

Siegel didn't even father the Flamingo. The hotel was the brainchild of Billy Wilkerson, founder and publisher of the Hollywood Reporter, who started its construction and even may have provided the name.

"The Flamingo name probably was Billy's, because he was modeling it along the lines of the Miami Beach hotels," Green says, "and the flamingo idea was prominent down there."

Siegel's positive contribution to Las Vegas was taking over when Wilkerson ran out of money in 1946. And, considering where Siegel's money came from, the positive nature of that contribution is arguable. (Vegas wouldn't shake its resulting mobster image for another 40 years.)

The Flamingo wasn't even the first hotel on the Strip (then U.S. Highway 91). It was preceded by the El Rancho Vegas and the Last Frontier.

"Most of the people we make gods of either don't deserve it," Green says, "or we make them gods for the wrong reasons."

2. One or more bodies are buried in Hoover Dam's concrete.

Of the 112 people killed during construction of what was originally called Boulder Dam, one was buried alive in the concrete. But his remains do not remain, according to former Nevada state archivist Guy Rocha.

On Nov. 11, 1933, the wall of a form collapsed, sending hundreds of tons of wet concrete tumbling down the face of the dam and onto poor W.A. Jameson. His fellow construction workers toiled for 16 hours to exhume him.

"If you leave a body in a concrete dam, it's going to decompose, and that's a structural defect," Rocha says.

The myth of the dam's entombed, Rocha says, may owe to confusion with Montana's Fort Peck Dam, in which the remains of six of eight victims of a catastrophic slide could not be removed.

"That was an earthen dam," Rocha says. "A decomposing body in an earthen dam isn't a structural defect, because the earth will collapse around the body.

"In a concrete dam, it'll break up the concrete."

3. Las Vegas has more churches per capita than any other U.S. city.

Web sites such as cheapflights.com, swankyvegas.com and livinginlv.com all announce it, attempting to surprise readers with an ironic Sin City fact.

But this is a fiction.

According to the Las Vegas Chamber of Commerce, we have approximately 600 churches, temples and synagogues representing more than 63 faiths. (And no, wedding chapels are not a part of this.) For a population of 1.8 million, that's one house of worship per every 3,000 residents. And that hardly warrants a name change to Forgiveness City.

A Google search shows other American cities making this same claim: Wheaton, Ill.; Key West, Fla.; Nashville, Tenn.; Charlotte, N.C. ... the list goes on.

It would be difficult to prove which city actually holds the title. Tax-exempt status means that the IRS keeps no tabs on churches, many of which meet in storefronts and houses and do not list their phone numbers.

But it's easy to prove which city doesn't: Vegas. More than one city above claims a 700 person-to-1-church ratio, which is considerably churchier than 3,000-to-1. In addition, we are out-pioused by every city in America with fewer than 3,000 residents and more than one church.

4. A single underground vault stores hundreds of millions in casino cash below the Strip.

If it's in a movie, people tend to think it's real. And this one's not only in the 2001 remake of "Ocean's 11," it's on the poster: "11 men, 3 casinos, 150 million dollars, 1 chance to pull it off."

It's true that all major casinos must have several million in cash on hand at all times to pay huge winners. A complicated mathematical formula dictates the amount, according to David Salas, deputy chief of the Nevada Gaming Commission and State Gaming Control Board.

But $150 million?

"That seems like a lot of money," Salas says, "and to have it in a vault that doesn't pay interest, doesn't make a whole lot of sense."

Of course, if there really were such a vault, Salas says, "I couldn't tell you about it for security reasons."

5. Roy Horn died in 1989 and was replaced in "Siegfried & Roy at The Mirage" by a substitute.

At the time, rumors were rampant that someone -- perhaps a cousin -- had replaced Horn. The R-J even published a story in which Clark County coroner's officials denied writing a death certificate.

Since Horn nearly did die onstage 14 years later, this myth has taken on the nostalgic sheen of a Paul-is-dead cultural oddity. But permutations persist. Following a Siegfried and Roy story posted on reviewjournal.com on March 2, one reader commented: "Seigfried (sic) and Roy is a three-person act; one of them has an identical twin. It's not that well-kept of a secret."

6. The original MGM Grand was imploded and rebuilt on its current site at Tropicana Avenue and Las Vegas Boulevard.

On Nov. 21, 1980, 87 guests of the MGM Grand perished in a fire caused by faulty wiring. Most died of smoke inhalation on the upper floors of the tower lining Flamingo Road.

As most longtime Las Vegans -- and few tourists -- realize, the ravaged hotel was reopened eight months later. The affected buildings were remodeled and the entire property outfitted with sprinklers. Since 1986, the hotel has been known as Bally's, and those same upper-floor rooms are rented to the public.

The myth of the imploded MGM Grand is so prevalent that even the author of Frommer's Las Vegas 2009 and Las Vegas For Dummies, when contacted for comment, argued it as fact.

7. Viewed from above, the Imperial Palace is laid out like a swastika.

This Strip hotel was opened in 1979 by Ralph Engelstad, who gained notoriety after it was discovered that he had hosted two posthumous Adolf Hitler birthday parties. Those parties, in 1986 and 1988, were held in a secret Imperial Palace room decorated with millions of dollars worth of Nazi memorabilia.

In 1989, Engelstad agreed to pay $1.5 million in a settlement with the state Gaming Control Board for tarnishing Nevada's image. (Englestad died of cancer in 2002; his hotel was purchased by Harrah's in 2005.)

Aerial photos reveal swastikalike angles to Imperial Palace, but no symbol. The myth still has Internet legs, however. Apparently, not everyone has discovered Google Earth.