I couldn’t leave Montana without finding out what I could about my great-uncle John Hickey, who came out here in 1867 and stayed to work in the silver mine. Armed with an old photo of a log cabin with members of Hickey family standing outside their home in Kirkville and another of John Hickey and his two brothers who had kept going west to settle in California, I visited Philipsburg, Kirkville and Granite, the last two once thriving mining towns, now ghost towns.
I also had John Hickey’s obituary, which describes him as an “esteemed citizen” with the nickname “Rock Derrick.” He was the strongest man at Pioneer, a camp of 800 miners, and, it was said, he could lift and carry a boulder so large that it required two ordinary men to even turn it over. He reportedly said that any man who wanted to challenge him would have to put up $100 first. No one ever moved the boulder as far as he could and the $100 always ended up at the saloon next door with drinks on the house.
At the Granite County Historical Museum, I discovered that Hickey’s wife, Jane O’Neil, was the daughter of another Irishman. Hugh O’Neil was a folk hero after he survived 185 rounds in a bare-knuckle boxing match that was covered blow-by-blow by a local newspaper reporter (unbelievable, but read about the fight here).. In her book, Mettle of Granite County, historian Loraine M. Bentz Domine describes Hugh O’Neil as a heavy drinker who would light his cigar with a ten dollar bill while his children went hungry at home. His eldest child, Jane, had to take charge at a young age. She was reportedly a better muleskinner than any man on the freight line and her language would put any of them to shame.
John Hickey entered Jane O’Neil’s life shortly after his arrival to Montana territory in 1867. He was 20 years old, a farm boy from North Whitefield, Maine. According to an interview with his granddaughter in Domine’s book, Hickey first saw Jane when she was a seven-year-old girl playing in Missoula.
“He was a real cowboy too – big hat, chaps, even a six-gun on his hip! He picked Mama up and asked her name and age. She told him and he said, ‘Well, Jane, when you are sixteen, I’m going to marry you.’ When she was sixteen her parents had a marriage all arranged for her. But before the marriage took place the cowboy showed up again, only now he was a miner.”
When Jane and John got married in 1877, they lived in the Georgetown Flats mining camp. John was often gone in the hills prospecting and one time Jane had a premonition of trouble and went to find him sick, without food for days and too weak to get out of bed.
In 1884, they built the first family home in Granite at the foot of Whiskey Hills where most of the saloons and “bawdy houses” were located. A year later, the couple lost three of their four daughters to diphtheria within days of each other. When the Catholic priest came to say the girls’ funeral mass, he told Jane that she and her husband must have sinned greatly to have God punish them so severely. At that, Jane left the Church, though John Hickey remained a Catholic.
The family moved from Granite to a small cabin in Frost Gulch, a section of Kirkville, in 1888. By the end of the century, Jane had given birth to six more children: Minnie, Kate, John, Ruth, Nora, and Neil.
Historian Domine writes that John Hickey worked as foreman at the East Pacific Mine near Winston in 1899, and at the Gallatin mine in Butte. At the time of his death in 1911, he was working a lease at Granite.
Hickey’s obituary recounts how every miner in the camp ceased work for the day to attend his funeral and pay a last tribute of respect to a comrade whom all loved and esteemed. The last part of the eulogy was a tribute to the Miner’s Union.
“To know him intimately was to be his friend and admirer. There was in the man a nobility of soul that soared among men and the generous heart that beat for justice and humanity… He was always strong, always self-reliant, always sincere. His vision was cosmic and his heart full of love for all mankind.” Philipsburgh Mail, December 29, 1911.
Unfortunately, none of John Hickey’s descendants live in the Philipsburg area any longer. But thanks to historian Loraine M. Bentz Domine and her three-volume history Mettle of Granite County, the Hickey’s memory survives.
Jane O’Neil Hickey died in 1947.
Postscript: I wrote earlier about John Hickey's grandfather, Joseph Sikes, who was a prolific gravestone carver in Massachusetts and Maine in the late 1700s. Click here to read that story.
10/6/2015 03:33:29 pm
I think I'll get out some kind of family tree and figure out the relationships. Do you know Irene Martins daughter the sociologist at some school in Ct.? She us a cousin to joanne, chris.eddie, Mike and the red headed brother. I think she would be interested. Btw, 48 hours in Maine was wonderful. Do you see a farmhouse in Whitefield in your future? ;)
9/28/2017 12:59:07 pm
It's nice to see the works of your great-uncle, John Hickey, I'm sure that he is a dedicated and hard-working man. The long history of Granite Ghost Town is really interesting and somewhat bothering. The pictures of the granite ghost town are scary, I can clearly see the old mining buildings and the houses of the miners. It is similar to the horror movies I watch in the cinema. But still this a great article it really entertained me.
10/7/2015 06:42:14 am
Hi Kathie. I don't know Irene Martins or her daughter. However I could envision a future farmhouse in Maine, though for now I am keeping a broad horizon. Best, Nancy
3/14/2016 12:08:23 pm
I visited the Hickey homestead in North Whitefield, Maine on Saturday, March 12. I had three aunts Francis, Gertrude and Marie, all Mooney sisters, who married three Hickey brothers: Jerome, Fred and John. As a boy back in the 1970s I bounced back and forth between their homes, roaming the farms, including the farm my father Joseph Mooney, was raised on, on Hunts Meadow Road. Hickey boys that I knew were an adventurous lot and know I know why: it ran in the family.....
3/26/2016 08:43:51 am
Hi Tom. I love to drive through North Whitefield when I am in Maine and remember visiting my Aunt Winnie Reilly's house in Vigue Road (it's now for sale, btw). Are you a reporter with the Providence paper? I was an executive producer at CNN and ran a local news site myself. I also am writing a novel based on some Reilly ancestors who settled Windsor CT in the 1630s. Good to make your acquaintance. The Hickey brothers were true adventurers!
4/12/2016 08:10:05 pm
So nice to find your post. Glad you found my books on John,Jane and Hugh. My first husband was a great great grandson of Hugh.
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