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The Man Who Built a Mountain

Frank Manowski and the Slag Pile in Black Diamond

The year was 1960. A small boy was in first grade at Kibler Elementary.  His teacher, Mrs. Lewis, distributed 12-by-18-inch sheets of light brown construction paper to her 35 students. She instructed them to draw a crayon picture of something they liked. Billy sketched a coal car climbing a steep incline, his dad, Jack Kombol operating a track loader, while a dump truck loaded with coal passed by. Little did that small boy know he would one day labor at that wash plant, working side by side with the man who built that mountain.

Billy Kombol’s first-grade drawing of the Mine 11 slag pile in Black Diamond, 1960.

Numerous old coal slag piles sit in and around Black Diamond, Ravensdale, and Franklin. Most are small, now swallowed by trees and wild blackberries. To many, they look like just another natural hill. The largest, however, contains over a million cubic yards of refuse and rises 140 feet above the surrounding landscape. It sits west of State Route 169, just behind Palmer Coking Coal’s mine office. This is the story of that mountain and the man most instrumental in building it—Frank Manowski.

Frank Manowski at Mine # 11 wash plant, January 1973.

During the era of underground mining, impurities such as shale, rock, and slack were inevitably hauled to the surface. Back then, old men and young boys toiled at picking tables, separating waste from clean coal by hand. Later, mechanical wash plants took over, cleaning the coal through a specific-gravity process using large tanks of pulsating water.

In both cases, the resulting refuse, called slag, had to go somewhere. Dumping the material downhill into a gully or low spot was always the first option, but even that method eventually required rail tracks once the ravines filled up. A mine located on flat ground needed a different solution for its waste dilemma. The most straightforward method was to build a stockpile utilizing the very same equipment found underground—coal cars on rail tracks.

A 1971 view of the slag pile looking west by McDonald & Lenggenhager from “The Look of Old Time Washington.”
Morgan Slope / Mine 11 – America’s deepest underground coal mine

In 1896, a new mine opened in Black Diamond. Named Morgan Slope in honor of the Black Diamond Coal Mining Company’s superintendent, Morgan Morgans, it was destined to become the largest and most successful operation in western Washington.

The Pacific Coast Coal Company purchased the mine and its accompanying company town in 1904. After 1913, Morgan Slope was renamed Mine 11, tracking the section of land where it sat. It eventually earned fame as the deepest underground coal mine in the United States. Before closing in 1927, Morgan Slope / Mine 11 produced nearly 7 million tons of coal over 31 years of operation, averaging an impressive 225,000 tons per year.

One of the most famous photos of Mine 11, July 15, 1917.

Morgan Slope tapped into the McKay seam, one of the state’s finest coal grades. This same rich vein was extracted in Ravensdale, Lawson, and Franklin. Geologists described the McKay coal as “pitch black with a vitreous luster, which compared very favorably with the better grades of bituminous coal obtained in the Eastern States.” Yet, like every coal seam, the McKay was laced with inferior coal plus bone mixed with clays and shale, particularly within the stubborn layer known as parting rock.

Workers separated mine-run coal into market-bound product, while the combined waste of coal, clays, and shale were destined for slag piles. Ignited by spontaneous combustion from the McKay seam’s high BTU content, the Morgan Slope slag pile smoldered for decades at temperatures approaching 2,000°F. The intense heat from burning heap fused the shale, sandstone, clay, and silt together, while iron pyrites turned the burned slag to shades of red.  The pile functioned like a giant kiln, which some likened it to ‘nature’s brick.

The October 11, 1923, issue of the Pacific Coast Coal Co. Bulletin described the Mine 11 rock dump at Black Diamond as a growing mountain whose constant nocturnal fires resembled a “biblical Pillar of Fire”

“Thirteen years ago the present rock dump of Mine 11, at Black Diamond, was begun. Though the mine had been in operation for many years prior to 1910, it was then that the present dump was started when the old dump caught fire. This dump is today an imposing pile of rock and waste material brought out of the mine, and it is constantly growing.

Like a small mountain, it rises out of the wide expanse of the valley and is visible for a considerable distance. At night, the numerous fires which blaze constantly from its base to its summit makes it loom up much after the manner of the biblical Pillar of Fire.”

The future red cinder slag pile from the Pacific Coast Bulletin, October 11, 1923.

After the available fuel within the stockpile was spent, the towering heap of rocky material cooled, leaving behind a colored rock that locals naturally called “red cinders.” What was once discarded as useless waste found an unexpected second life as a surfacing material. The original Black Diamond–Ravensdale Road was paved with this very material, affectionately dubbed the “Red Top” road.

Finely crushed cinder was also laid down for high school running tracks; it proved to be an ideal surface, though generations of athletes remembered how a sudden spill left knees and elbows raw and bloodied. This striking red rock also found its way into countless Pacific Northwest landscape designs. To this very day, cinders from that historic stockpile are still being sold. Judging by sales figures spanning the past 70 years, the imposing landmark described in the 1923 Bulletin likely contained well over one million cubic yards of material.

The McNally-Norton Wash Plant

Though Mine 11 closed in 1927, the surrounding rail yard and preparation plant survived to support a new era of coal processing. In the following years, raw coal from nearby mines was brought to the Black Diamond facility, washed of impurities, and shipped to market. In 1945, Pacific Coast Coal Company modernized operations by installing a McNally-Norton jig-style wash plant, and a new mountain of waste rock began to grow.

However, because this new wash plant cleaned coal with more efficiency—and because quality standards had relaxed over time—less valuable material ended up as slag. By maximizing coal recovery, the McNally-Norton plant left less easily combustible fuel in the new dump. As a result, the current slag heap never ignited like its predecessor; instead, it smoldered quietly through slow oxidation.

The slag pile grew upward using the coal mining industry’s time-tested method. Dozens of times each day, a steel cable pulled a loaded slag car up a steep grade to the apex of the hill, where waste material was discharged from side-dump doors. Over the decades, this relentless cycle expanded the slag pile to an estimated 1.2 million cubic yards.

View of a coal car climbing the slag pile, January 1973.

Throughout its growth, one man shaped this manufactured mountain than any other: Frank Manowski. He was closely tied to the coal-washing operations at the Mine 11 plant, becoming an almost permanent fixture of the facility. As underground coal mining entered its twilight years in the early 1970s, Frank’s rugged, weathered presence made him a favorite subject for newspaper photographers, eager to capture underground coal mining’s final chapter in the Pacific Northwest.

During repairs to the wash plant, this article’s author was pictured with two cousins. L-R: Tim Morris, Bob Morris, and Bill Kombol, then an unskilled laborer, January 1976.
Frank Manowski

Frank Manowski was born on March 18, 1913, to Cornell and Anna Manowski, Polish immigrants who emigrated to Black Diamond in 1900. Frank was the youngest of 11 children, five daughters and six sons. Demonstrating how deeply coal ran in the family, four Manowski boys, Max, Les, George, and Frank, followed their father’s footsteps into coal mining, and two sisters married coal miners. Frank grew up in Black Diamond, graduating from high school in 1932, then earned an athletic scholarship to play baseball at St. Martin’s College.

Black Diamond Baseball 1931 – That’s Frank Manowski standing on left.        Lying in front: Louie Zumek, catcher. Seated from L-R: John “Cut” Kravagna – catcher; Geno Paolucci – right field; Jack Mills – 2nd base; Steve Vernarelli – 1st base; Walt Sigmund – shortstop; Phil Sternig – 1st base; Frank Brennan – left field. Standing: Frank Manowski – pitcher and center field; Ed Winbeckler – pitcher and center field; Emilio “Meg” Pierotti – 3rd base; John Walsh – substitute; Tullio Fontana – substitute; J.K. Edson – coach

When his college days drew to an early close, Frank took his first job at a local sawmill. From 1934 to 1936, he toiled underground alongside his father for the West Coast Fuel Company at their Cedar Mountain coal mine. Frank soon gravitated towards surface work in preparation plants, first with Pacific Coast Coal, then Strain Coal Company, and finally Palmer Coking Coal Company. Over the next 42 years, Manowski labored tirelessly at preparation plants, spending the vast majority of his historic career at the Mine 11 yard in Black Diamond.

Yet Frank never lost his passion for sports. He continued playing baseball for 22 years, well into adulthood, and played 11 seasons as a soccer player. He mostly suited up for Black Diamond’s company-sponsored teams. In mining communities such as Ravensdale, Carbonado, Wilkeson, and Black Diamond, baseball was a large part of local entertainment. Weekends were made for sports, and baseball was the biggest draw.

At the old Black Diamond grandstands, near the present-day school field on Highway 169, Frank’s mother, Anna, held court in a special seat where unsuspecting fans were warned against sitting. After the final out, both teams, along with umpires and friends, routinely descended upon the Manowski home for an evening of shared food, camaraderie, and merriment.

In 1939, Frank married Helen Strom of Enumclaw. Two years later, they welcomed a son whom they named Frank. Though he shared his father’s name, young Frank was technically not a junior. In Black Diamond, the family lived on Lawson Street next to the Presbyterian Church. They relocated to Enumclaw in 1959 to a home on Wells Street, near the hospital. For 23 years, Helen worked as a claims secretary for the Mutual of Enumclaw.

The younger Frank Manowski carved his own lasting legacy in Enumclaw as the long-serving recreational coordinator for King County Parks. Based out of the historic Fieldhouse adjacent to Pete’s Pool, Frank championed youth sports for 33 years, from 1965 to 1997.

How a Wash Plant Works

At the Mine 11 preparation plant, the older Frank toiled day in and day out. Each day, dump trucks delivered raw coal to the plant for processing. Coal was first dumped in a hopper, where it passed over a vibrating screen. Material less than four inches fell through onto a conveyor belt. Larger chunks landed on the picking table. There, a laborer separated the large pieces of coal, which were sent to a crusher and joined the screened coal heading to the wash plant.

Jigging is an ancient mineral-processing method that uses specific gravity and water as a medium to separate materials by weight. The McNally-Norton washer was a Baum-style jig process in which pistons powered by compressed air produced the necessary pulsating motion. As the raw coal moved through the washer tub, air-driven pistons pushed plates up and down and agitated the mix of coal, slag, and water. Coal, being lighter than rock or shale, rose in the turbid river of water and was carried through a chute for further sorting.

Cut-away diagram of the McNally-Norton wash plant’s inner workings.

A bucket conveyor lifted the clean coal to the top of the bunkers where it was screened into separate bins of stoker, egg nut, and lump coal. The bins held hundreds of tons of coal ready for shipment by truck or train. Stoker coal made up the largest percentage of production and was used in large quantities by Washington state institutions such as schools and prisons. Homeowners typically used the slightly larger egg nut coal and lump coal for home heating.

Inside the McNally-Norton washer box, heavier impurities such as rock, sandstone, shale, and bony coal, collectively called slag, fell to the bottom, where a bucket conveyor carried them out of the wash box and into a hopper. Periodically, Manowski walked behind the plant and lifted a chute door, loading the waste slag into a 5-ton coal car. He then activated a hoist drum, which pulled a thick steel cable threaded through a bull wheel at the top of the pile, towing the coal car up the hill to its peak. There, two steel rails tripped the side doors, causing the slag to fall away.

The view from behind – Frank Manowski, to the right, as the coal car is pulled up the slag pile, January 1973.

A water pipeline parallel to the rail track hydraulically flushed the slag downhill. Introducing water also inhibited combustion of any carbon-rich material. After one section of the growing hill became too clogged with waste material, miners laid new ties and rails, extending the stockpile even higher. That’s how the stockpile eventually grew to a mammoth 1.2 million cubic yards. A nearby photo shows Archie Eltz, Charlie Falk, and Frank Merritt atop the waste dump working on the water pipeline that helped sluice waste down the stockpile.

Archie Eltz, Charlie Falk, and Frank Merritt atop the rock dump working on a water pipeline, August 1949.

Every mechanical plant is subject to breakdown, especially a processing mill that sorts coal from rock. Frank Manowski was practical and handy. He knew every belt and bolt in the plant, and had likely replaced every piece during his 33 years, coddling the machinery along. More than once, Frank noted that he’d repaired and reconfigured the wash plant more times than he cared to remember.

Frank Manowski can be seen in the upper center of the photo, climbing stairs to the top of the bunkers. The bucket conveyor to his right, carried the cleaned washed coal to the to storage bins above, January 1973.
The End of an Era

When Manowski turned 65 in 1978, it was his turn to retire. Bill McLoughry, another lifelong Black Diamond coal miner, stepped into the operator’s position until handing off the reins in 1981. Chris Kroha of Lake 12 next filled the vacancy, running the plant until the John Henry surface coal mine launched operations in 1986.  At that point, Black Diamond local Doug Sikes took control. Doug earned his place in local history as the facility’s very last operator, keeping the historic gears turning until the washing plant finally fell silent in November 1990.

That year the McNally-Norton wash plant was decommissioned after 45 years of continuous operation. Once the surrounding bunkers, bins, corrugated sheet metal, and conveying equipment were dismantled and hauled away, only the large iron hull of the old wash tub remained.

In April 1991, five months after the Mine 11 wash plant fell silent, Frank Manowski passed away at the age of 78.  His life neatly mirrored the machinery he so faithfully maintained. His wife, Helen, survived him by 22 years, passing away in Enumclaw in November 2013 at the age of 94. Their son, Frank, carries on the family name at his home in Bonney Lake.

Larry Abele captured many of the striking historic photos that accompany this essay in January 1973. Several of his images appeared in a feature story about coal mining in the Sunday, January 14, 1973, supplement, “Now,” distributed by the Renton Record-Chronicle, Kent News-Journal, and Auburn Globe newspapers.

By Bill Kombol

Bill Kombol standing at all that remains of Mine 11 wash plant, the McNally-Norton wash tub. April 2021 – photo by Bob Dobson.

 

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July 5, 1953

July 5, 1953 – Baby Billy’s Birth

Seventy years ago today, Pauline Kombol bore her second son.  Twelve months earlier, she buried her first daughter.  Paula Jean lived for but two days.  Paula’s father, Jack was sad.  Pauline was devastated.

Paula Jean’s gravestone is in the Enumclaw cemetery 50 feet from her parents.

Just over a year later, the Kombol family gathered at Lake Retreat for their annual Fourth of July picnic.  By late afternoon, Pauline’s father-in-law, Papa Tony Kombol had indigestion that he blamed on the baked beans. The next day after hearing Pauline had her baby, Tony, in his distinct Croatian accent said, “It must have been the beans.”

The boy was delivered on a Sunday at 5:04 pm at Seattle’s Doctor’s Hospital by Dr. Albert Lee with nurse, Anne Green in attendance.  A year and one day later, on July 6, 1954, Pauline welcomed his baby sister, Jeanmarie into the world.  For Billy and Jeanie Kombol, born on the 5th and 6th of July, Independence Day would always be the kickoff to their birthday celebrations.

As Pauline rested comfortably, her dad, John H. Morris stopped by to ask what she planned to name her son.  Pauline had spent so much of her pregnancy praying for a healthy baby, that she’d given little thought to a name, either boy or girl.  The boy’s grandfather, John H. Morris provided the answer – his first name would be William, in honor of his  brother, Bill Morris, and the middle name, John, after him.  In 1982, that baby boy, William John Kombol assumed the same position as head of the family company, that his grandfather held for the first 30 years, following Palmer Coking Coal’s founding in 1933.

As Pauline held her 7-pound, 12-ounce baby, she saw his eyes were blue and his hair was brown.  The ‘Kombol, Boy’ record completed by Nurse Green listed his length at 20.5 inches with a head circumference of 13.5 inches.  Billy, as he came to be known spent the first week of his life at Doctor’s Hospital, whose original façade and entrance at 9th and University is now a part of the Virginia Mason Medical Center on  First Hill.  The bill for the delivery, anesthesia, nursery, pharmacy, and lab work, plus a six-day hospital stay came to $193.40.

The hospital invoice shows details of Pauline and Billy’s six-day stay in the hospital.

Letters of congratulations poured in from Aunt Nancy & Uncle Bill Morris (his namesake); Lloyd & Lucile Qually; Palma Weflen, Yvonne & Keith Grennan; Rose & Woodrow Gauthier; Wilfred & Wilma St. Clair; Marian Dahl, and Aunt Ruth Forest.  Pauline’s mother, Marie mailed her a letter every day.  Pauline kept all of them.

That week’s visitors to the hospital included his Grandma Marie & Grandpa John Morris; Aunt Nancy Morris, Aunt Nola Fontana, Aunt Alice & Uncle Jack Morris; Palma Weflen, Lucile Qually, Grandma Lulu Kombol & Aunt Dana Zaputil; plus Billy Guerrini with his Daddy, Jack.  Bill Guerrini was a close childhood friend of Jack back in their Kangley days.  Guerrini often told the story that Jack’s son was named after him.

The baby record completed by the hospital nurse with Baby Billy’s footprints. The booklet had several pages.

On July 11, Pauline and baby Billy left the hospital and traveled several miles north to Aunt Nola’s home in Lake City.  That Saturday night, Jack picked Pauline and Billy up driving them to the family’s rental home in Selleck.  By Monday morning, Jack was back at work as a truck driver for Palmer Coking Coal.

Pauline poured all her love into the baby boy at that small Selleck home.  It was built in 1912 to house workers of the long-since-closed sawmill. There she nurtured and cuddled Billy to ward off a repeat tragedy and heal the loss of Paula Jean.  So, all the love she hadn’t buried with Paula was invested in Billy.

And that’s how William John Kombol grew up, surrounded by love and affection.  As that grown boy writes another chapter in his story of scenes from a charmed life.

Pauline with Billy in the living room of their Selleck home, his milk bottle on the lamp-stand, Sept. 1953.

Who’s who among those named:

Pauline Lucile Morris (1927-2011) – Pauline was born the 4th of four children to John H. Morris and Nina Marie Morris.  Both of her parents were children of Welsh coal miners named Morris who immigrated to America.  She grew up in Durham, the coal mining town where so many of her Morris uncles and aunts lived, as did dozens of miners and their families.  Pauline moved to Enumclaw at age six, graduated from EHS in 1945, and married Jack Kombol in late 1950.

Laverne Shercliffe “Jack” Kombol (1921-1979) – Jack was born the 4th of five children to Tony Kombol and Lulu Shircliff.  He was struck with polio at age six so didn’t attend school for two years.  Jack dropped out of high school at age 19 and moved to Seattle where he lived with his sister, Nola, and drove trucks for the garbage companies.  He bounced around at a number of jobs but mostly worked in the woods driving logging trucks and running equipment.  Jack joined Palmer Coking Coal Co. in June 1952, the same month Paula Jean died.  He died of pancreatic cancer at age 57.

Paula Jean Kombol (1952-1952) – Paula died two days after birth and is buried in the Enumclaw cemetery about 50 feet from her parent’s grave.

Tony Kombol (1884-1967) – Jack’s father, Tony emigrated from Croatia at age 17 and made his way to Roslyn where he joined two brothers as coal miners. Tony worked at the Ravensdale mine, avoiding the 1915 explosion that claimed 31 lives.  The family moved to Arizona and Montana where he worked the copper mines before returning to Washington.  A 1925 explosion nearly blinded him and he could no longer work.  For the next 42 years, he kept track of their small farm and worked around the home.

Lulu (Shircliff) Kombol (1885-1976) – Jack’s mother, Lulu was born in Walla Walla to Jennie Brown, age 17 who was seven months pregnant.  Jennie married William Shircliff, an Army paymaster clerk, who abandoned his wife and daughter after eight months of marriage.  Lulu’s mother remarried and she grew up on a Cowlitz River farm.  Lulu attended Bellingham Normal School attaining her teacher’s certificate and eventually moved to Ravensdale where teachers were paid more.  After bearing five children, she went back to teaching, primarily in Cumberland and Selleck schools after Tony’s mine accident  In total, Lulu taught for more than 50 years before retiring at age 80.

John Henry Morris (1894-1973) – Pauline’s father was born in Wilkeson into a large family of coal miners.  John’s mother and father emigrated from Wales shortly after their marriage.  His father and brothers all worked in the coal mines, eventually rising through the ranks and starting their own coal mining company, then a second named Morris Brothers. John with three brothers and one investor started Palmer Coking Coal Co. in August 1933, during the darkest days of the Great Depression.

Nina Marie (Morris) Morris (1890-1967) – Pauline’s mother was born in the coal mining town of Franklin.  Her father, Joshua was a coal miner who in 1880 was on the prospecting party that discovered coal seams in the Green River Gorge that led to the establishment of Black Diamond and Franklin.  Shortly after Marie’s birth, the family moved to Osceola where Joshua farmed in the summer and mined coal in the winter.  Marie and her two sisters, Lena and Ruth graduated from Buckley H.S. and all three become school teachers. She met John while teaching in Wilkeson where he was working in the coal mines.

Uncle Bill Morris (1897-1979) – William “Bill” Morris was the closest brother to John H. Morris, thus a great uncle to his namesake, Bill Kombol.  Bill Morris was a jack-of-all-trades around the coal mines, working primarily on the surface in the preparation plants.

Aunt Nancy (Boots) Morris (1899-1969) – Nancy and her husband Bill lost two children, each of whom died shortly after childbirth.  Great Aunt Nancy often babysat the Kombol children in their Four Corners home.

Lloyd & Lucile Qually – Lloyd was the head mechanic for Pacific States Lumber, the company that owned the town of Selleck.  He held that job until the mill closed in 1939.  Lucile was a school teacher with Lulu Kombol at the old Selleck School that burned down in 1929.  Eventually, they lived in the town’s biggest home, once occupied by Frank Selleck.  The Quallys were good friends of Jack and Pauline.

Palma Weflen – Census records show she was a 55-year-old widow and nurse living with a family in Seattle. Most likely she was a kind of a midwife to Pauline.

Yvonne (Cross) & Keith Grennan – Yvonne was one of Pauline’s best friends from high school.  Her husband Keith was a brother to Dolly (Grennan) Fugate another of Pauline’s good friends.

Rose (Kombol) Gauthier (1920-2001) was Jack’s first cousin who moved from Roundup Montana when she was 16 to live with the Kombol family in Kangley.  She went to work at the Durham Hotel, which was managed by Jonas and Maggie Morris, John H., and Bill Morris’ older brother.  Rose married Woodrow Gauthier (1913-2001) (pronounced goat-chee), a logger and later a sawmill owner.  Jack worked for Gauthier Brothers Lumber & Logging Co. on and off for 10 years.

Wilfred & Wilma St. Clair were next-door neighbors to the home of Tony & Lulu Kombol, and friends with Jack & Pauline.  Two of their sons, Bill and Dick St. Clair often played with the Kombol boys.

Marian Dahl (1912-2005) was Pauline’s cousin, though almost a generation older.

Ruth (Morris) Forest (1892-1968) was Pauline’s aunt and Nina Marie Morris’ sister, hence Bill’s great-aunt.  She was born on the Fourth of July.

Jack Morris (1918-2007) was Pauline’s brother and Alice (Hanson) Morris (1920-2016) was his wife, hence Bill’s uncle and aunt.

Dana (Kombol) Zaputil (1918-2012) was Jack’s oldest sister, married to Frank Zaputil (1914-1984), hence Bill’s aunt and uncle.

Nola (Kombol) Fontana (1919-2017) was Jack’s older sister, married to Chester Fontana (1916-1971), hence Bill’s aunt and uncle.  Chester’s Fontana relatives, who during Prohibition were involved in bootlegging gifted Chester & Nola their Lake City home in 1940.  When Jack moved to Seattle to drive garbage trucks during the war years, he stayed at Chester and Nola’s Lake City home paying for his room and board.  Twenty-five years later, when Bill took a bank job in Seattle he stayed with his Aunt Nola and paid her for room and board.  Nola lived in that home for 77 years before dying there in 2017.

Billy Guerrini, at age 97 is still alive and lives in the family home in Kangley.  Jack was best friends with his brother Martin “Fats” Guerrini, but after Fats died during WW-II, Jack and Billy became close friends.  When Jack drove to the hospital to see his new baby boy name Billy, Billy Guerrini came in with him.