Carl Faller is 90 years old. He was born in 1904 on 30th street in Denver. His parents lived in a tent that was wood on the bottom and a tent on the top. Carl used to ask his mother if it didn't get cold and she reported that it was nice and cozy.

Carl's Dad died when he was five and Carl still maintains that he saw his Dad as he died. He remembered an angel setting on a shelf and later asked his Mother what she did with the angel. His Mother told him that there was never a shelf or an angel.

Carl remembers that the people who ran the Kibler Stove Factory came from England. His Mother bought 10 acres from Mr. Black and when she sold the land she had to make a trip to England to get a clear title. She had guaranteed title.

Although the Kibler Stove was gone before he came to the land, Carl states that there were still remnants when he was young. It was located straight east from the Nine-Mile House, on the north side of what is now 88th Avenue just before the Railroad tracks.

Carl and his brother worked at a factory that used to be on Arsenal land and the man they worked for owned a stove that was made by the Kibler Stove Company of Irondale. It was a large, fine stove. The Irondale School, a one-room schoolhouse with a big potbelly stove, was already built when Carl lived in the area.

Carl's Mother was a hard working woman and her children worked alongside of her. They lived in a two-story house south of where the factory had sat. Houses were not set on foundations and the trains that roared by eventually tore up the house. On the land were a tank and a windmill and the family raised corn and beets. They didn't have to irrigate because there was a lot of snow and rain. In the fall there were many pollywogs to be found.

Carl walked one and a half miles to a red schoolhouse where one teacher taught eight grades. He went to the 4th grade there. His brother walked to Adams City to go to High School.

Carl remembers the Italians who lived near and the milk goats they kept. Baking was done in great big ovens made out of brick, like an igloo where several loaves of bread were baked. Many times the goats used the ovens for their bathrooms when they weren't being used and then the Italians had to clean them out.

Carl and his brother worked for the farmers. One of the places that they worked was the Victor Ranch and Livestock Co. which sat two miles east of the old factory on what is Arsenal land today.

"It was a beautiful place," says Carl. "That was a nice place to work," he remembers. Carl had to start the Fortsun tractor and grind feed. They also used it to plow. It was not easy to start. The Arsenal tore down the buildings. On the land was a 600-foot well, with water that was so cold moss grew on the outside. Carl's Mother cooked at the ranch and during thrashing season as many as 11 wagons were used.

Across from the Victor Ranch Carl and his brother worked in the potatoes. They had wonderful potatoes.

Dupont has changed a lot over the years. Nine-Mile House at that time was a beer stop and grocery store. There was an airfield located about a mile or a mile and a half south of the Nine-Mile House in Dupont on Brighton Blvd. South of the airport was a racetrack. The dirt was banked up and motorcycles and cars raced on it.

"I don't know how they got those tri-motor planes into the air." Carl says. There were no beacons in that day. Floyd Clymer invented the Floyd Clymer spotlight and Carl remembers flying with Clymer. Across from the airport was a huge dairy barn.

There were auto races that went through Dupont, from Cheyenne to Denver on Brighton Blvd.

Carl's Mother worked in town at 25th and Champa. She bought blue plums by the half bushel and they were supposed to can them with English walnuts, but many of those plums disappeared into the boys' mouths.

Carl worked for Denver Black as a mechanic in the original building. It was burned down when an oxygen tank caught on fire. Denver Black rebuilt the building but Carl couldn't work there anymore because pictures of the fire kept going through his mind.

From there Carl went to the paper mill by Riverside Cemetery where he worked as mechanic for a long time. He worked for the Denver Public Schools as a mechanic for 24 years.

Carl particularly remembers the dust bowl days and the rags they stuffed in the doors and windows trying to keep the dust out of the house. "Tumbleweeds blew against the fences." Carl says "And dirt blew on top of it. We walked over the fences on that dirt."

The boys trapped cottontails for food. Once they caught a black footed ferret, they are nearly extinct now. In those hard days many of the boys came to school with gunnysacks on their feet.

The price of onions was so low that onions were dumped into a big hole in the ground close to Carl's home. The cows got hold of them and the milk they gave was very strong. "No matter how we tried," Said Carl "We couldn't keep those cows out of those onions."

Carl remembers things about Derby too. There were not very many residents. Across from the lumberyard were a big grocery store and a blacksmith's shop.

There was a station house in Derby area, west of the Railroad track. The trains stopped and unloaded their cars, west of the grocery store and east of the tracks.

Carl and his wife had four boys. One boy died. He has four grandsons, one granddaughter, one great, great granddaughter and one great grandson.

Just because he is 90 years old doesn't mean that Carl doesn't keep busy. He builds miniature houses, churches and other interesting buildings. He is an artist who works in Oil and has built his own solar system.