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Thurber, Texas - population about 10 - is considered to be Texas' premier ghost town. Here's why: barely 100 years ago, Thurber used to have 9,000 residents. Today, it's merely a pit stop on Interstate 20. Thurber began as a company-owned town. The Texas and Pacific railroad owned the mineral rights to the vast (and only) bituminous coal deposits in Texas, and lured thousands of skilled coal miners from the north and from Europe to get it out. Setting up a small settlement ringed by tree-covered hilltops, Thurber, which was named after one of the majority shareholders in the company, quickly grew as businesses set up shop. One of the more prosperous secondary operations in Thurber was its brick works. Today, crazy people like me go all aflutter upon finding Thurber bricks embedded in buildings and sidewalks. Italians, Polish, Germans, and Irish immigrants soon called Thurber home. Being a company-owned town, the workers found that they did not have much say in the way they were (mis)treated, and made their discontent known through several strikes. From 1900 to ca. 1925, America had experienced many mining strikes, some ending violently such as the one in Ludlow, Colorado, in 1914. The miners in Thurber became the first and only Texas miners to unionize, and discovered Texas to be an anti-union state. As coal-burning locomotives gave way to diesel engines, and workers remained unsettled, the Texas and Pacific Railroad Company closed shop. Though vast amounts of coal still lay undisturbed around Thurber, the discovery of oil not far away in Ranger, Cisco, Mingus, and Gordon spelled doom for the coal works. The coal miners left, too, moving to more friendly environments. The Thurber brick works quickly succumbed as well, and Texas and Pacific wasted no time in dismantling most of the town and selling it for scraps. Today, Thurber boasts some scenic ruins, a very interesting, international graveyard, two restaurants (one inside the old ice house), and an Industrial Museum. And that's about it. So the next time you find yourself just east of Abilene, or west of Fort Worth, on windy Interstate 20, stop by in Thurber and visit with its ghosts. |
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| My son David looks for rocks in front of the smokestack, one of the only remaining structures that indicate a town used to be here. |
| An old mine shaft (?) Please don't play in it! |
| Thurber brick line the forgotten sidewalk next to Altus (Oklahoma) old train depot. |
| Ruins of the old brick works |