IN THE YEAR
1926 a saw mill began
Before Downtown had high-rises, before Broadway was Broadway, before hops farms were transformed into Land Park, a young man opened a sawmill. Nestled on the southern border of downtown where the river curves and heads south, this sawmill brought new life to the region. The warm rich smell of pine and the bright metallic whir of saw blades flourished. There, they turned the raw felled trees of the Sierra Nevada into fruit crates that travelled the world. These crates were filled with tomatoes, almonds, pears, asparagus, peaches, and much more. Some crossed the country by train, others ventured to Europe by boat, and many filled the tables of Sacramento homes.