Crazy Hole Time Travelers by Gary Whitmore - HTML preview

Chapter 41

It was Monday, October 10th, 2016.

The university and banks were closed today because of Columbus Day.

John grabbed a cup of coffee and sat in his Lazy Boy chair in the den. He had his textbook in hand and was curious.

He flipped through the pages to Mountain Rock. He saw that Rusty Moore didn’t die because of Blue Earl and read he died in nineteen fifteen, as was first reported in history. He had his successful career as a lawman in the old west. John felt good saving his life.

He flipped the pages back to Oak Creek. He read the article on Dalton Trevor being the Town Marshal after Clint Bartley. He saw the photo taken of Dalton and Chrissy at Stone Valley. He smiled when he read how Dalton quit his Marshal job and bought the General Store in Oak Creek.

The article mentioned how Town Marshal Trevor with Deputy Zeke Cooper and three strangers and the Indian tracker Merijildo shot and killed the Blue Earl gang while attempting to arrest them for robbing the Oak Creek bank.

John smiled at the picture showing Blue Earl, Frankie, Hank, and Bo’s dead body were propped up in wooden caskets in front of Harvey’s stop. There was a separate picture showing Deke’s dead body propped up in a casket stating Marshal Trevor killed Deke during the bank robbery.

The article ended there, stating that Zeke Cooper was the Town Marshal until Oak Creek ceased to exist as a town. But there was something that got John extremely curious about Dalton. He wondered how long he lived in the old west.

So he got up with his coffee cup and headed over to the computer table. He powered up his iMac taking sips of coffee while it booted up.

He conducted a search on Dalton Trevor of Phoenix.

A bunch of results appeared, and it took him a few seconds to weed through the non-related links. He found a link that looked interesting.

He clicked on that link the second Angie walked up to him with a cup of coffee in her hand. “What are you looking up?” she asked while she glanced at the iMac.

“I’m curious about how Dalton and Chrissy survived the old west,” he said.

Angie and John saw a webpage that appeared was the home page for Trevor’s Hardware Stores.

“Look, this page is dedicated to the founders of Trevor’s Hardware stores. States there are eighteen Trevor’s Hardware stores throughout Arizona and New Mexico,” said John.

“Trevor Hardware Stores? I don’t remember Trevor Hardware Stores being in this area,” said Angie, then a strange new memory suddenly hit her. “Why is it that I now recall seeing one of those stores around here?”

That same strange new memory suddenly hit John. “This is weird. I suddenly recall seeing one of those stores in Phoenix,” said John.

John and Angie read the article about the history of this hardware store chain. It started out with a picture of Dalton and Chrissy Barron’s wedding.

“There’s a picture of their wedding,” said Angie.

“John clicked on it, and it expanded into a larger view.

The picture showed Dalton and Chrissy after their wedding with John, Angie, Clint, Alicia, and Merijildo standing with them. It stated they were married on October 4th, 1883.

“This is so cool,” said John.

“Feels like it happed the other day,” said Angie.

“It did,” replied John.

John closed the picture, and they read how Dalton bought Gus Master’s General Store in Oak Creek in 1883 and that planted the seed for expansion. In 1885 Dalton and Chrissy moved from Oak Creek to Phoenix, where he started Trevor’s Hardware store. While Dalton managed the store, Chrissy worked as a school teacher in Phoenix.

By nineteen twenty, Dalton had opened two other Trevor Hardware stores in Phoenix and Tucson.

“Wow, he was successful,” said John.

Angie nodded in agreement.

John scanned over the history of expanding Trevor’s Hardware stores in Arizona and New Mexico.

He got to the end of the article and read how Dalton Trevor passed away at the ripe old age of ninety-two in nineteen fifty-two.

He read how his wife Chrissy, a retired school teacher, passed away a year later at the age of eighty-nine. They had two sons who eventually took over the business.

The great-grandson of Dalton and Chrissy, Jack Trevor, was now the CEO of Trevor Enterprises, the owner of the Trevor Hardware store franchise.

At the very bottom of the article was a picture taken in 1949 with Dalton and Chrissy. It showed their children grandchildren and great-grandchildren. They looked delighted.

“I’m so glad they had a long and happy life,” said John.

Angie looked at the picture again. “I’m so glad we went back. Otherwise, their happy life would have been extremely short,” she said.

John nodded in agreement. Then John’s eyes widened with an idea. “Let’s take a ride.”

“Where to?”

“I think there’s a Trevor’s Hardware Store not too far away. I want to check it out,” he said.

Angie thought about that for a few seconds. “Let’s check it out.”

John powered down his iMac, and they left the den.

They left their house and got in John’s Mustang.

John drove away and soon pulled into the parking lot of a

“Trevor’s Hardware Store.”

They got out of his car and walked to the store.

When they got close to the front doors, they saw the “Founded in 1885” under the “Trevor’s Hardware Store” name.

They went inside the store.

They walked around and near the rear of the store.

They found a small area on the wall that showed the history of this establishment.

John and Angie saw a photograph of Dalton and Chrissy Trevor taken on June 2nd, 1885. The caption stated that it was made in front of their very first Trevor’s Hardware Store that opened on that day. In fact, the very first Trevor’s Hardware Store was built on the same location as this current store John and Angie visited.

“This is so cool to think that we’re standing on the spot where Dalton built his first hardware store. The one that started it all,” said John.

Angie nodded in agreement while she looked at the photograph of Dalton and Chrissy.

The wording on display also stated that Dalton passed away in 1952, and Chrissy passed away in 1953. They were buried in the Greenwood/Memory Lawn Mortuary & Cemetery here in Phoenix.

John and Angie left the hardware store and talked about making this their first store instead of Home Depot.

They got in his Mustang, and John drove out of the parking lot.

“Let’s check out something else,” said John while he drove down the street.

“What’s that?”

“You’ll see.”

Twenty minutes had passed, and John pulled his Mustang into the entrance of the Greenwood/Memory Lawn Mortuary & Cemetery.

“Why are we going in here?” said Angie, then a second after she asked that question, she knew the reason.

He parked his Mustang, and they got out.

They went inside the office of the mortuary and got the information they needed.

They left the office and headed off to the cemetery.

A little while later, they found it. Two headstones.

“Here Lies Dalton Trevor, Born Unknown, Died July 12th, 1952,” read John while they looked at his headstone.

“Here Lies Chrissy Trevor, Born Unknown, Died August 2nd, 1953,” read Angie while they looked at her headstone.

“You know something?” said John.

“What’s that?”

“I miss those two kids,” he said.

Angie looked at the headstones. “I also miss them,” she said. “But this was the life they wanted.”

“That’s true,” said John, then he held Angie’s hand, and they walked away.

“I’m so glad Crazy Hole is no longer available,” he said.

“I’m also glad.”

John and Angie walked back to his Mustang and drove away to live out the rest of their life in the future.

And so was the end of Crazy Hole.