The Joe Hill House was a Catholic Worker Movement house of hospitality in Salt Lake City, Utah co-founded in 1961 by Ammon Hennacy and Mary Lathrop. Providing social services and housing to the homeless, the Joe Hill House operated until 1968.
One of the prominent features of the Joe Hill House was an enormous twelve feet by fifteen foot mural of IWW songwriter Joe Hill and Jesus Christ, painted by Mary Lathrop.
American radical folk singer Utah Phillips worked at the Joe Hill House for eight years where he was introduced by Ammon Hennacy to Christian pacifism and Christian anarchism.the joe hill house of hospitality was rebuilt by a few friends of Ammon and Bruce Hal Noakes and John Chanonat editor of the Utah Free Press who was deported in 1970,it was then located 1462 S 4 W Two blocks away from the Vitro smokestack. just before the death of Ammon Hennacy it was to be closed by the Utah migrant Council.
Famous quotes containing the words joe hill, joe, hill and/or house:
“Holy Rollers and Jumpers come out,
And they holler, they jump and they shout,”
—Joe Hill (1879–1914)
“While we were thus engaged in the twilight, we heard faintly, from far down the stream, what sounded like two strokes of a woodchopper’s axe, echoing dully through the grim solitude.... When we told Joe of this, he exclaimed, “By George, I’ll bet that was a moose! They make a noise like that.” These sounds affected us strangely, and by their very resemblance to a familiar one, where they probably had so different an origin, enhanced the impression of solitude and wildness.”
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)
“Tawny are the leaves turned, but they still hold.
It is the harvest; what shall this land produce?
A meager hill of kernels, a runnel of juice.
Declension looks from our land, it is old.”
—John Crowe Ransom (1888–1974)
“You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.”
—Kahlil Gibran (1883–1931)