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Sunday, September 8, 2024

Jackson's Historic Boarding House - What Stories Lie Within Those Walls?

 

 

 


CHAPTER ONE: The Guerra Boarding House

from the book,"Stories of the Forgotten III: Tales of the Mother Lode." (2025)


"Have you ever driven by a house or building and wondered about the history hidden behind those walls? I know that I have. In fact, my very first historical non-fiction story that I researched and penned over 18 years ago, was about a house that I was enamored by as a young child. Later on, as an adult I took that deep dive into its history to share with the world what I uncovered in the archives. Well, now I am going to do that again. I am going to take you on a journey back in time to share with you the history of this property. 

With this story though, it won’t be about just one person, but instead it encompasses a large span of time with several families and many stories associated with the home. My biggest goal, which is of the utmost importance to me, is to share the facts with accuracy, respect and love. The home we are going to take a deep dive into today is located at 315 N. Main Street in Jackson, California. This property's address was originally 156 N. Main Street. So why this house? Well, in the last few years this home has been getting quite a bit of attention due to it being advertised as a haunted Airbnb. 

From the start, some of the historical aspects that I was hearing just didn’t sound quite right to me. Then I started getting random emails from several people asking me to look into the history of the home to set the facts straight since there had been a lot of misinformation being shared about the property sprouting up just since about 2021. I would say 90% of my research on this house dates back in 2022, but with having to finish my previous book, "Down Below: A History of Deaths at the Kennedy Mine," which was published the Fall of 2023, this particular chapter took a backseat until I was able to give it my full attention to complete it. With that being said, I hope you enjoy this trip back in time to explore the true history of the Guerra Boarding House, a.k.a., the Jackson Boarding House, a.k.a., the Ginocchio Boarding House, and later on the Tofanelli family home (and rooms).

The Beginnings 

Back in 1872, the Amador County land deeds show that George Stasal, a local businessman, owned that entire section of North Main Street. He then sectioned off parcels and began selling those plots of land. By 1878, county deed records state that a young lady by the name of Margaret Guerra purchased lot #3, block #9. It is the author’s belief that a small dwelling had been built on this property just prior to, or shortly after the sale given the Sanborn maps. Margaret purchased this property for the amount of $450.00. She would be the first homeowner of this property. So who was Margaret Guerra? Maggie, as she was noted in the 1880 Census, was born between 1856 -1858, more than likely in Mokelumne Hill, where her brother Frank was also born. Maggie’s mother died at some point after 1862, as her youngest brother was born that year. It appears that after the death of his wife, Dionesio Guerra moved his family up to West Point. Dionesio Guerra originally hailed from Chile, immigrating to this country as a miner, while his wife had been a native of Mexico. Maggie’s brother, Frank was also listed as a miner. As an adult, Maggie operated a laundry business with her sister, Lena and brother, Albert (sometimes referred to as Emmanuel or Manuel), out of her home on North Main Street.

Copy of the original deed

Margaret Guerra purchased from George Stasal,

1/2/1878

Courtesy of the Amador County Clerk’s Office

 

Contrary to what others have insinuated in recent years, there is nothing documented anywhere in our local history to substantiate any rumors of Maggie having been a prostitute or madam. This rumor has spread in just the last couple of years. It not only could be considered posthumous slander, but it is also a disrespect to Maggie and her entire family. For the record, there is no proof that the home was ever a brothel and we will get into that whole “brothel” subject a little later on in this book, backed up by actual documentation that proves the early “female boarding houses,” as mentioned in Larry Cenotto’s famous Logan’s Alley, were in an entirely different spot on N. Main Street all together. 

Another thing I would like to add about women owning property in Amador County at the time, although it was not considered common, it wasn’t unheard of. In fact, I have found other women in the late 1800’s who owned property within the county, and no, they weren’t prostitutes, either! Historian, Carolyn Fregulia also mentioned to me that, “under certain circumstances widows and single women were allowed to own/purchase property. Madam Pantaloons (Marie Suize) made a number of purchases over the years in Jackson Gate, out on Clinton Road, and in Virginia City, Nevada. Amanda Dawson Nichols traveled by wagon train to California with her husband and family in the early 1850’s. Her husband was killed by Indians before they arrived to Buena Vista, circa 1854….. Amanda was allowed to buy a ranch outside of town, where she raised her children.”- 

When Maggie purchased the property in 1878, for the amount of $450.00, that was actually quite normal at the time for a small two-bedroom home.In fact, according to the University of Washington’s Center for the study of the Pacific Northwest, the average two-bedroom home in the United States back in 1870, was $300.00, while a four-bedroom home was about $700.00. Given the fact this was a few years later, in 1878, it makes sense for a small home to go for the price of $450.00, which still leads me to believe the home was part of the property purchase, whether it was built prior to, or shortly after the sale. 

Also, in order to nip this “brothel” theory in the bud once and for all, you also have to take into account that Frank was a miner, and Maggie operated a laundry business out of the home with her siblings. According to Sanborn maps, it was a very small house to begin with, and there was a large family residing there. Not a place you would use for a brothel! The 1880 Census has her brother listed as the “Head of Household,” although Maggie was still technically the owner at the time. I believe that because at that time period men were usually the head of the household, there was a sense of propriety expected, and that is why he is listed in the Census that way. At that time, Frank, 26, his wife Amelia, 26, his children: Louisa, 7, Amalia, 5, John, 1, and siblings, Maggie, 25, and Lena, 22, and Emmanuel, 17, are all living in the house on North Main Street. 

Soon, Maggie would fall in love and marry. But who was her husband? William Holder was born in England in 1855, and had immigrated to the United States in his early adulthood. By 1880, he was living in the home of William Bryant and family in Pine Grove, working as a blacksmith. By July 3, 1881, he married Frances "Fanny" Hawkins Younglove, who had just been divorced by her 1st husband Dwight Younglove. Mr. Younglove is recorded as having been married multiple times, only to divorce shortly after. 

It appears that William was Fanny's "knight in shining armor," and even though she had a young son from the previous union, it did not deter William from marrying her. Sadly, on February 22, 1884, Fanny passed away from what was more than likely a short illness, and she was buried at the Ione Cemetery. She was originally from Missouri, and grew up in Lancha Plana, currently near Lake Camanche. Interestingly, records indicate that William loved his wife so much that he fought over the custody of his stepson, Albert, against Albert's father, Dwight Younglove, upon Fanny's passing. Per Fanny's will, information kindly provided to me by Megan Buchanan at the Ione Public Cemetery, Fanny named William and her brother, Melville as executors of her estate, and requested that her young son, Albert, remain with her mother, Mary Ann. 

Only eight months after Fanny's death, it appears that William or "Billy" as locals called him, fell in love again, this time to Margaret "Maggie" Guerra. Maggie and William married on October 22, 1884. 

Copy of Marriage Record,

Amador County, CA

10/22/1884

 

 It was only a few months later, that Maggie would sell the deed to the property to Henry Eudey for $300.00 on January 26, 1885. It is the author’s belief that the money Maggie received for selling her house to Eudey was used towards building a new house on a new property. County records show a deed transfer recorded in the newspaper on March 28, 1885, which shows William Holder purchased a property in Jackson from Michael Newman. Only a few months later, Maggie’s brother, Frank would take over ownership of the N. Main Street property, having purchased it back from Henry Eudey on July 27, 1885, for the amount of $ 5.00 in gold. The newspaper mentioned this transaction in the August 15, 1885, edition of the Ledger. 

So, why did Eudey allow Frank to purchase the property back for a mere $5.00 in gold? That is a very good question. Records indicate that at that time in 1885, Eudey was a foreman at the Zeila mine in town, but he was also known for his savvy business sense, making investments in businesses and people all over. It is the author’s belief that Eudey owed Frank money for his services, possibly work with the mining industry. It is also possible that instead of paying for the property outright, Eudey may have held a promissory note on the remainder of the value of the property, as an early type of mortgage, where Frank was responsible to pay Eudey payments and interest. Eudey’s personal investments within the county proved so successful, he eventually became the President of the Bank of Amador County thirteen years later in 1898.

Going back to the story...

Later on that year, Maggie and William’s first child, William Jr., was born on November 21, 1885. On the evening of Friday, February 11, 1887, Mr. & Mrs. William Holder were attending the “social ball” at Moon’s Ranch, when Maggie tripped down the stairs while holding her young baby in her arms. Thankfully, the baby was unharmed, though poor Maggie suffered several broken ribs. It was such an event that it was mentioned in two different newspapers the following week. 

One thing to note, if Maggie had a reputation for being a prostitute or a madam in town as recently insinuated, I highly doubt she would have been accepted at a social ball in the community, let alone be referred to as Mrs. William Holder the newspaper. There was still some sense of propriety back then. 

Sadly, the couple could not protect their child from everything, as young Billy Jr., died at the age of 2 1/2 years old on June 8, 1888. There is no mention of what he succumbed to, however it was more than likely a childhood illness, as that was the most common at the time. The couple would go on to have two more children, daughters Della and Amelia, born in 1888 and 1892. These two girls would grow up into their adulthood. By 1893, the Amador Dispatch shows that William is now selling wagons that he was manufacturing himself. 

So, we have established that Maggie and William more than likely did not live at the house for any length of time after getting married, and/or selling the house to Henry Eudey. We find more evidence pointing to this conclusion in the edition of the Amador Ledger dated, April 17, 1896, which had a somber mention of Maggie’s passing: “Mrs. William Holder, died at her home in South Jackson, and was buried Wednesday.” According to records, she died on Tuesday, April 14, and was buried on Wednesday, April 15. Maggie was interred in a plot at St. Patrick Catholic Cemetery in Jackson. 

  

Maggie Guerra's Grave, St. Patrick Cemetery, Jackson.

What happened to William after Maggie’s death? Well, although we have established that William more than likely never stayed for any length of time at the house on North Main Street, his connection to Maggie, who was the original owner, allows for us to discuss his sad demise before we move on further into the home’s history. After the death of Maggie, it appears that their daughters went to live with Frank and Amelia Guerra. So, where did William go? For the record, William was well known around Jackson, and everyone seemed to like him, but he also liked to drink. I have yet to determine whether Williams’ alcoholism started prior to or after Maggie’s death. 

Only on one documented occasion that I could find was he involved in anything negative that made the newspapers, and it really wasn't his fault. It appears that on the 4th of July, 1907, during the festivities an Indian (Native American), who was overly inebriated, assaulted William in public and they duked it out, which landed the Indian in jail. William walked away from the altercation with his hands clean, meaning he didn't go to jail. There was no mention whether William had been drinking prior to that altercation. Although he was known for his intemperate habits towards the end, he was spoken of as: "unassuming, courteous, always cheerful, never boisterous.... and was liked for his better qualities, while pitied for the degenerate condition to which his appetite dragged him." 

It appears that in his early years he had been a very hard working man, a blacksmith by trade, and had even owned two shops, one of which included the wagon making business. He was considered a "prosperous business man," so it is very sad to see how he ended up. With all of that potential, he allowed his bad habits and addictions to get the best of him, which ultimately led him to losing his family, his businesses, his prosperity and eventually his life. The death of William Holder took place Tuesday evening, January 12, 1909. According to the Amador Dispatch, William had been found that following morning, "lying face downward in the sand and the mud of the north fork of Jackson Creek, the lower limbs partially in the water." 

His boss, V.J. Chichizola, whom William was working as a blacksmith, discovered his body the next morning around 8 a.m. He was found just west of the Chichizola store, across the road where the creek is located. Upon examination by Coroner Potter, it was ascertained that William had been seen at Casazza's saloon the evening prior. Witnesses stated that he came to the bar around 8 p.m. already very inebriated, and although he stayed for about an hour he didn't drink any more while there. He left the bar around 9 p.m. and stumbled out of there on his way home to his small cabin across the creek just north of Teresa's Place. At the time of his death in 1909, William was living in a little cabin near his job, while his two young daughters were being raised by Maggie's family.

The weather that night was very stormy and the creek had risen significantly. It was stated, "instead of using one of the foot bridges one some distance above and another below the blacksmith shop, Holder attempted to cross at a point near the cabin as was his custom when the water was low." The article goes on to mention that William was "carried off his balance by the current, he had fallen into the muddy water from which he was unable to rise owing to the stupor of his condition, and was drowned." 

So basically, he tried to cross the creek and it knocked him off his feet, and being as drunk as he was, he didn't have the strength or stamina to pull himself up and he drowned. The sand in his hair and the pockets of his clothes were evidence enough that the water had risen up higher than normal in the night, and sadly, he didn't make it. 

Just to quell any suspicions of foul play -- the Coroner determined based on physical evidence that it was an "Accidental Drowning." There was no sign of foul play, and no one robbed him— in case anyone wants to make those assumptions. There would be no reason to have killed him. He didn't have any enemies, and he didn't have anything of value on him, except the new shoes on his feet, which were found on his person when they discovered his body. In fact, he had just purchased those shoes earlier that day at the Chichizola Store. He was buried at the City Cemetery in Jackson in a small plot. Hopefully now he has the peace he struggled to find at the end of a bottle.

Going back to the story, it wasn’t until Frank Guerra and his family took over the property that I believe the home became a boarding house. This is when there was additional construction done on the house to enlarge it. You see, when the home was originally purchased in 1878, the pricing would have fit for something small along the likes of a two or three bedroom home. The house as it stands today is fairly large, and according to the Sanborn Insurance maps it looks like the original dwelling, and the one next to it, were possibly demolished and rebuilt. If you take a look at the 1890 Sanborn map below, you can see two dwellings very close in proximity to each other and both had stove pipe heating. The one on the right would be the Guerra’s residence. By the 1898 Sanborn map, you can see that it was enlarged and now there is a larger gap between it and the neighboring structure.

Map #1 of the 1890 Sanborn Map, North Main Street

 

Again, it appears that the original dwelling that Maggie Guerra had purchased in 1878, was demolished sometime after 1890, and another home built a little further south on the lot, while the neighbor to the north (left side) had theirs completely enlarged as well. Both homes had terra cotta chimneys added. It also appears that both dwellings were set further back on the property towards the creek, allowing for larger wraparound porches on both homes. These images from the local historical maps, further explains the changes when the boarding house was actually built.

Map #2, Sanborn Map of 1898, N. Main Street.

Notice the homes are now set further back on the property, closer to the creek?

 

Frank Guerra was not just a miner, he was very involved in the community and active in local theater, even taking part in various plays and minstrel shows, including one that took place at Rocca’s Hall on Water Street in 1881. He was also a member of the committee for the Grand May Ball which took place at Love’s Hall in 1882. Among some of the other committee members was none other than early Amador County Historian, Jesse D. Mason. He was also a member of the Elk’s Lodge, the Knights of the Pythias, and the O. of C. Officers, (The Order of Caucasian Officers), as a “warden.” 

Now, if you were to look this group up today, you would find a lot of negative opinions about it, basically calling it a racist fraternal order, but it simply wasn’t as cut and dried as that. You see, during that time period in the late 19th century, fat cats such as Charles Crocker had invited many Chinese immigrants to come to the United States promising them work. This however, displaced the workers who were already here, already skilled, and already had those jobs. To put it bluntly, the Chinese were used for their labor at cheaper prices while the original workers were pushed out, and virtually put out of work. This is what unions today would call “scabs.” On March 3, 1875, the Order of Caucasians was filed with the Secretary of State, and during my research into it deeper, I found members who were European immigrants such as Italian, Irish, Scottish, also Americans and Hispanics (such as Frank, who was of Chilean and Mexican heritage) who were seeing their jobs replaced by Chinese immigrants. One of the rules for being a member of this group was to “procure a boarding house” and help fellow strangers have a place to stay and find work. They formed this group as a means of self-preservation because they were watching their livelihoods disappear. 

During the 1880’s, Frank was a miner by trade, but also much more than just that. His experience in mining made him very much in demand, so he would travel all over from Arizona, down to Sonora, Mexico, to help start up mines. By 1885, around the same time he purchased the property from Henry Eudey, Frank was running the new Amador Queen mine, which had a 20 stamp mill just off Middle Bar Road, in Hunt’s Gulch, on the North Fork of the Mokelumne River. Because the demand for Frank’s expertise was so high, he was often away from his family for long periods of time, sometimes years. 

It appears that in his absence, his wife, Amelia ran the boarding house. This was not uncommon at the time. In fact, according to local historian Carolyn Fregulia, it was women who mostly ran the boarding houses in Jackson at that time, and “most began as a family-run business or were managed by the wife of an employed miner.” 

A boarding house back then was so much more than just renting out a room for a miner to rest. It involved daily cleaning, washing fresh blankets and linens, washing miners laundry, food preparation, serving multiple meals to boarders, and supplying alcohol at the end of each miner’s shift every day. Rooms would often be rented out to three miners per room, in shifts according to their schedules.

In the book, “Italians of the Gold Country,” by Carolyn Fregulia, it mentions the boarding house down the road on Jackson Gate, owned by Teresa Vinciguerra. Per Carolyn’s research, Teresa rented out her 12 room bunkhouse, three miners to each room, in eight hour shifts and serving multiple meals a day plus alcohol. This schedule allowed more miners to have a chance to have at least several hours to rest. Once their time was up, a new round of men would arrive from their shifts at the mines and would want to rest. It is very important to note, as the boarding houses were in competition with one another in order to make money. It is not hard to imagine that the Guerra family followed similar business practices when operating their boarding house. 

By 1892, it appears that Frank put the property in his wife, Amelia’s name. Perhaps, knowing that he was always gone, and many times out of the country, and working a very dangerous job, it is possible he felt she would have more security financially having the house in her name. Either way, the title was transferred to Amelia and the business continued on until 1898 when the property was then sold to Enrico Ginocchio. It appears that the sale was in name only at that time, and the boarding house continued to be run at that time as usual by the Guerra family. There is no record stating why it was sold to Ginocchio.

The 1900 Census shows the family still living there at the property. On the evening of October 25, 1900, when John Guerra (son of Frank and Amelia) ended his shift at the Kennedy Mine, he had a terrible accident when he was riding up the skip. He had stayed up all night the evening prior, as there had been a political parade with a dance that commenced afterwards, and the young men enjoyed the festivities well into the early morning hours. Most of the men went straight to work the morning shift without having had any rest after partying the night before, leaving them sleep deprived. 

As he was nearing the 800 foot level on the bail of the skip, John must have dozed off for a moment, losing grasp of his holding, and he plummeted to the bottom. His funeral was held on Sunday, October 28, 1900, at 3 o’clock in the afternoon at the Catholic Church in Jackson, and subsequent burial at St. Patrick Catholic Cemetery. The newspaper reported the large amount of people who came to the church to pay their respects to the deceased. In fact, there were so many people that many had to wait outside until services were done, to follow the burial procession along to the cemetery. 

There were lots of flowers brought for the deceased, and many young ladies were seen crying at his grave. The pall bearers were his friends and fellow workers at the Kennedy, some of which would later lose their lives at the same mine years later. John Guerra was laid to rest in an unmarked grave in the Guerra family plot at St. Patrick Catholic Cemetery in Jackson. 

By December of 1904, Grandpa Dionesio Guerra had failing health, and the newspaper said he was suffering from paralysis at his home in west Jackson.While everyone was expecting the next bad news they would hear would be the passing of the patriarch of the family, Grandpa Guerra, they were shocked by the news that it was his son Frank who would pass so suddenly.

 According to the Dispatch dated June 2, 1905, Frank had passed away at Sisters Hospital in Los Angeles on May 16th from cancer of the tongue. He had been diagnosed only eight months earlier and the rapid progression of the disease took everyone by surprise. The last two months of his life he had been unable to speak. He had been operating a mining claim in New Mexico with a partner when he fell ill. He sought treatment in Los Angeles but there was nothing that could be done. His daughter Louisa was notified shortly before his passing, and rushed to be by his side only to find he had passed away before she got there. Frank was interred at Angelus Rosedale Cemetery in Los Angeles, California on May 18, 1905.


On July 4th, 1905, patriarch Dionesio Guerra passed away. He was 83 years old, and buried at St. Patrick Catholic Cemetery in Jackson. After the deaths of both Frank and Dionesio, it is possible that Amelia may have decided to travel to San Francisco to be with her daughters temporarily. It appears that the boarding house continued to be owned by Enrico Ginocchio, and would have been managed by someone in her absence. 

On August 30, 1906, one of the many miners who stayed at the house was seriously injured in a horrible accident at the Kennedy Mine. Manuel Gonzales, a native of Spain, fell down an ore chute about 25 feet, severing his spinal cord. After an unsuccessful surgical procedure at the hospital, Gonzales passed away on September 9, 1906. For the record, he did not die at the boarding house. He is buried in an unmarked grave at St. Patrick Catholic Cemetery. 

After the great earthquake of San Francisco, Amelia’s daughters were displaced and the family returned to Amador County. Did they return to the boarding house? Possibly. It appears Louisa decided to return to San Francisco in 1908, and Amelia decided to make a permanent move to the bay area. 

On October 30, 1908, the newspaper read:“Mrs. Guerra is offering her household furniture for sale and preparing to move to San Francisco, to be with her two grown up daughters. She has been keeping a boarding house on the Jackson Gate road, but finds the work becoming to arduous for her. She will take the young Holder children with her to the city.”—


And this is where we end the chapter of the Guerra’s at this specific property, with the passing of Amelia on October 22, 1909. The odd thing about this newspaper clipping is the spelling of her name, as all documents from the census records down to the recorded deed on the property, her name was either spelled Amelia or Amalia, but never Amanda. Sadly, this is the lasting piece of history on Mrs. Guerra’s life for the world to remember her by, and it was spelled incorrectly. 

Enrico Ginocchio & Bros. continued to own the property up until 1911, when the boarding house was sold to Rocco Molineri and John Devencenzi. The two were brothers, both having the same mother, different fathers. Rocco, just a little older than him, was born in Italy, and traveled with his mother to the United States. It appears that Mary, his mother, remarried to Mr. Devencenzi and had another son, John. The two grew up in Volcano, and from what I could find were involved in farming. This time period from 1911 up to 1924, appear to be more on the quiet side as far as documented history. 

The 1920 Census lists the residents of 156 N. Main Street as Elvira Giovannoni, an Italian immigrant who was renting the home from the two brothers. She was listed as “Head of Household” due to being a widow, along with having three children: Geno, 14, daughter, Theresa, 11, and Evelyn, 5. The census also indicates she had a lodger, Alfred Faosi, who worked in the mines. By February 25, 1922, Elvira would remarry to Frank Dal Porto of Oakdale. We also know she had moved out of the house shortly prior to the marriage, as her marriage certificate states by then she was a current resident of Stockton. 

Was the home rented out again to a family, or did it go on as a boarding house? Well, most of the homes on that street housed miners, per the census notations. Given this fact, more than likely the home remained a residence which took on occasional lodgers. By 1924, Stefano Tofanelli comes into the picture when he purchases the house from the two brothers. 

A New Chapter 

Stefano “Steve” Tofanelli hailed from a little village in Italy, named Antraccoli. He was born on February 15, 1891, to parents Domenico and Maria Tofanelli. According to his daughter, Yolanda Tofanelli Atherton, Steve was a big baby, weighing 12 lbs. when he was born. By 1908, he left his home country to travel to the Chaco Province of Northeastern Argentina to visit his aunt and uncle. Crossing the Atlantic ocean and seeing a far away land must have sparked a interest in seeing the world, because by 1909, he took a trip around Cape Horn to travel to San Francisco with only $20.00 in his pocket. 

According to family stories, Steve’s friend who accompanied him on his travels stole his money and left him high and dry when he arrived. He had to learn the hard way— it was sink or swim. He went to work at various restaurants, worked on a chicken ranch, a paper mill, he unloaded and loaded cargo ships, he did it all. In 1917, his military draft registry card shows him still living in San Francisco on Pacific Avenue, and working for a cold storage company. He continued working in labor for several more years until he took on the role of manager of the California Hotel in Jackson, which was owned by Guiseppe and Teresa Dal Porto. For some time he and his wife, Mary lived at the hotel. We will get into the history of that property later on in this book. 

Although Steve and his 1st wife owned the property on North Main Street in 1924, they were still living at the California Hotel at the time. According to Steve’s daughter, Yolanda, it was her uncle, Guido “Guy” Tofanelli and his wife, Irene who operated the boarding house first before Steve and his 2nd wife, Marilda moved into the home. Guy and Steve’s mother, Maria also lived in the home. Census records show that Guy Tofanelli was renting the house from Steve for $60.00 per month. Yolanda mentioned to me that Guy and Irene rented rooms and offered “Chicken and Ravioli Dinner for 75 cents*,” at this property. 

Was there any gambling in this house? I am not going to say yes or no. Although there were no records in the newspapers to confirm this, it is quite possible there were some card games played there amongst the boarders at the house. Still, I am not going to confirm or deny this without facts to support it either way. 

In 1927, the California Hotel was sold to Victor Molfino. Did Steve remain there? No, other management took over. Eventually, Steve divorced his first wife, Mary, after falling in love with Marilda in the early 1930’s. Oddly enough, he stayed on good terms with his first wife, and allowed her to live in the smaller house on the property just south of the main house. Steve also purchased the building that is now the four-plex, which was once where the stables of the California Hotel once stood. 

(*Not to be confused with the California Hotel which also advertised the same dinners). 

Tofanelli Ends Up In Hot Water 

The 1925 headline read “Highgraders Nabbed,”- “The town was surprised last evening and this morning when it became known that the sheriff and posse had raided the California Hotel for high grade and took the proprietor, Steve Tofanelli. With the Sheriff, was Federal Secret Service man, a Mr. Schmidt, State Mineralogist Root, a Mr. De Pue and Deputy Sheriff Podesta. They all went to the hotel at a late hour and made a thorough search from cellar to garret but found no high grade or ore or any gold. So they took Tofanelli to the county jail where he is now. Now it appears the California Hotel has been doing a big business along illicit lines. Like the ‘49ers, many of the boarders paid “in dust”—anything that looked like gold was as good as coin to the proprietor; it was readily accepted and it would seem he was in no way inconvenienced in disposing of it.”—- 

As it turned out, Steve collected the dust until it was a decent amount, melted it down and then he would have a niece in San Francisco go to the Mint to sell it for cash. This went on for a while until Steve, his wife, Mary, and niece, Miss Quirolo were arrested on Federal charges. Of course the news ate it up, and gossip spread like wildfire. 

He was even sentenced to 18 months at Leavenworth prison with a $500 fine, but as it turned out Steve served no federal prison time for that conviction. I had reached out to the National Archives for Leavenworth Prison since I could not locate the inmate records for Steve online. I was happy to hear back from Gregory Schmidt, the archives technician for Leavenworth Prison records, but he said that he could not locate any such record of Steve Tofanelli having ever spent any time at the prison. 

By 1928, the Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals overturned Steve’s conviction citing that the there was no evidence to show that the gold he was selling to the Mint had been “stolen,” as it had been given to them in exchange for goods (room and board) and they specifically didn’t steal the gold, so basically it was a case built on gossip. Steve was exonerated and the scandal was over. 

By the 1930’s, Steve moved Marilda into the house on North Main and subsequently added onto the house, building the downstairs for the family to live in, while the upstairs was used as rooms to rent out to boarders. Upstairs had 9 rooms, while the downstairs, where the Tofanelli’s lived, there were 7 rooms. The basement was used for storage. 



Fatal Love Triangle 

On the evening of December 26, 1935, Francisco Piementel was shot seven times by a .45 caliber Colt revolver in the front room of the house by Amado Ledesma. According to reports, the shooting took place between 7-7:30 p.m., and the injured man died at the hospital the next morning. Piementel had been living with Carmen Perez for approximately eight years, but had only been living in Amador County for about 18 months. Less than two weeks before, Perez left the home and ran off to marry Amado Ledesma instead.

To make things worse, the new love birds filed “An Intention to Marry,” which was printed in the December 20th edition of the Amador Dispatch. This must have infuriated Piementel. At some point Piementel tracked down Ledesma on Water Street in Jackson and a heated argument ensued. It was so bad that officers were called from the court house to interfere with their altercation. Officer Shear had responded, and he claimed that they stopped arguing and appeared to have cooled off, even leaving together towards Ledesma’s residence, which at the time he was boarding at the Tofanelli house. 

It wasn’t until a witness heard gunshots, and called the Sheriff ’s office, that they realized something bad had happened at the boarding house. After the shooting, Ledesma left the front room and walked to his bedroom and threw the revolver on his bed. Upon examination, it was found that only one bullet was left in the chamber, having used all seven bullets on Piementel.

When the doctor had appeared he had tried to ask Ledesma to help him move Piementel to a bed, but he refused. Sheriff ’s deputy Podesta arrived, but by that time Ledesma had fled the scene. Newspapers revealed that Ledesma had evaded capture and it is unknown whether he ever paid for his crimes. Although it appeared Ledesma disappeared evading arrest, we do know that Piementel was buried in an unmarked grave at St. Patrick’s Catholic Cemetery on December 30, 1935.

Moving along… 

When going back to the history of the house, the Tofanelli’s owned the property from approximately 1924 up until the house was sold in 1989. While it was well known that boarding houses usually served alcohol to its boarders after their shift at the mine, there is no record of an actual “saloon” being present on the premises of this particular house. 

While Steve lived there, he ran the California Hotel & various saloons in town, one of which was the Garibaldi which was just down the street. So, he had no reason to use the house as a bar, too. He also ran the Tofanelli Bros. Saloon located on Main Street, which served beer and wine as well. Steve also worked at the Amador Lumber Yard in Martell during the 1940’s.

Another saloon that Steve ran many years later in the 1950’s was the Klondike Club, which was located at 12 Water Street. That property has been at different times: Rocca’s Hall, Levy & Co. Grocery Store, Home Restaurant & Lodgings, The Klondike, The Westerner, and more recently Sasha’s antique shop.

Sometime around the mid-to-late 1940's, Clara Ericson opened "The Klondike.” She later sold the business to Guido Tofanelli in 1951. Guido, or “Guy” as everyone knew him by, would later become Chief of Police. Guy had his brothers, Steve & Mike, run the saloon. Newspaper accounts show that at one point during the late 50’s when the State was cracking down on prostitution, the Klondike found itself in hot water. This was when it was alleged as being used as a front for “Johns” to be pointed in the right direction to one of the local cat houses located in another building in town. 

According to Yolanda, the allegation was that someone had went into the Klondike and was given a book of matches and told by Steve that the matchbook was the “password” to gain entry into one of the houses of ill repute. Newspaper accounts verify Yolanda’s recollection of the story. Although Steve claimed the allegation was one-sided, the newspapers still ran with it. Steve maintained that this conversation never took place and that the matchbook story was completely untrue. Despite the fact it was one person’s word against another’s, it still invited prying eyes onto the Klondike’s business practices. Once it was discovered that Steve was not a legalized citizen, despite the fact that it was legally owned by Guy, who was a legal citizen, the liquor license was revoked for the saloon. 


Yolanda Tofanelli Atherton was kind enough to share with me some of her memories of growing up in the house at 315 N Main Street, originally 156 N. Main Street, as she lived there most of her life. She was born on February 18, 1936, in Sacramento. Her older sister, Zelinda Jean Tofanelli Cardinal was born February 23, 1933, while her baby brother, Steve Jr., was born on November 7, 1938. All three siblings grew up in the house and enjoyed so many happy memories living there over the years.

 Per Yolanda’s recollection described during my interview with her, and according to her book, “The Way It Was! Jackson, California,” I have been able to include some of her own personal memories of living at the house. 

“We had a good life. It was a nice place. My mother and father worked very hard for what we had.” —She described how her father had the rest of the lower level of the house dug out with the help of his miner friends, to build the living quarters downstairs. That was their part of the house, while the upstairs level were rooms that were rented out to boarders for $35 per month. Yolanda recalled her mother, Marlinda once mentioning she had discovered one of the boarders had died in his sleep in one of the rooms. They had to call the coroner and he was removed. I haven’t been able to find this death record, but it isn’t a story that someone would just make up. 

She recalled when she was little, there was no bathroom in the house, that the outhouse just ran directly into the creek. She remembered how they had an oil burning stove in the kitchen, and that it would be nice and warm there, where her mother would bathe her and her siblings when they were little. Yolanda also remembered a flood destroying the floors of the bottom level of their house, with the creek rising during a horrible storm at Christmas time, and how her mom had a feeling it would happen, so she moved their Christmas presents to another part of the house and saved them from being ruined.


It is known that in 1938, Steve spent 6 months at Terminal Island, in Southern California, which was based on a second case against him for high-grading. Although Steve wasn’t perfect, he was only human. Out of respect for Yolanda and her family, I chose not to go into too much information about her father’s mistakes, and rather remember the good things she misses about him, like the fact he was a loving father and grandfather. She also shared with me his love of hunting, his love of dogs and how much he loved searching for wild mushrooms for fun. 

At one point Yolanda recalled that her parents stopped renting out rooms and the house just became a regular family home. Steve and Marlinda lived there until Steve passed away in 1981. The house was then passed on to the three children: Zelinda, Yolanda and Steve, Jr., after Marlinda passed away in 1989, the very same year the house would be sold to the Baumann family. According to Yolanda, the Baumann family put a lot of money into remodeling the house in 1990. 




The house has exchanged owners several times since 1989, and most recently sold on May 28, 2021, to the latest owner. Still, in all of the research I have done on the history of this house, I cannot find a lot of dirt on the property. Yes, there was a shooting that took place in 1935, and yes, Steve Tofanelli found himself in trouble with the law a few times during his lifetime. There was the “boarder” who apparently died in his sleep, too, but other than that, I could locate no other dark events that took place on that property.

Within the last couple of years, rumors about the house being haunted have sprouted and taken root. The current owner has named the house “Bethany’s Home Sweet Haunted Home,” although there is no record whatsoever of anyone having been connected to/or having lived in that house with that name in its early history. Yolanda wasn’t exactly happy to hear about the “haunted” rumors, or the fact that some false information has been spread about her family. She has also made it clear that certain photos of her family that have been used online, were shared without her permission. 

In ending, it was important for me to share the history of this home with everyone, so they can know the truth about the property. I also wanted to dispel unfounded rumors, and to ultimately show that at different times, different families lived there and loved there, a place they so lovingly called “home.”---------  from the book, "Stories of the Forgotten III: Tales of the Motherlode," by J'aime Rubio, ISBN: 9798329140378  

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Thursday, April 13, 2023

Three Men Killed In the Kennedy Mine - Peter Garcia, Sam Martinez & Liberto Mendes

 





No matter what I do, my work always seems to come full circle. Almost 11 years ago, I published my first historical non-fiction book, "Behind The Walls." based on the history of the Preston School of Industry (a.k.a. Preston Castle), little did I know that while researching for my 5th historical non-fiction book "Down Below: A History of Deaths at the Kennedy Mine," I would find stories that are intertwined with Preston in one way or another.
One such story is the horrific explosion at the Kennedy Mine that took place on February 13, 1932, when four miners: Peter Garcia, Sam Martinez, Liberto Mendez and Felix Achavan were victims of an unfortunate dynamite accident.

According to the Amador Dispatch, it was an explosion at the 4800 foot level of the mine that took place around 4 a.m. in the morning on Saturday, February 13, that caused the fatalities.

The miners were prepping the area for blasting, and while rounding the holes, they found that the water leaking down the walls of stope was preventing several of the fuses to ignite. So in order to fire the fuse, they had to re-cut them. Unfortunately, they re-cut them too short, and since they had about 46 fuses to fire, by the time they lit the last fuse, the first one went off.

According to the only surviving witness, Felix Achavan, the supervisor on duty overseeing their work, Peter Garcia, had warned them he thought it was time to go, and just as he spoke those words the explosion went off. Both Peter Garcia and Sam Martinez died instantly, while Liberto Mendes and Felix Achavan were rushed to the hospital at the Preston School of Industry, in Ione. Sadly, within hours of arriving to Preston, Liberto succumbed to his injuries. Felix stayed several days at the hospital but recovered.

The dead were brought to Daneri's Funeral home and the funerals for the miners were all held individually at St. Patrick Catholic Cemetery in Jackson. Sadly, none of the miners have marked graves, and you can only know they were buried there because of the newspaper clippings and cemetery records showing they were buried there.

Peter Garcia was only 39 years old and was a native of Spain. He had lived in Amador County for many years and was very much a beloved member of the community. Sam Martinez was only 23 years old at the time of his death, and was also a native of Spain. while Liberto Mendes was 36 years old and a native of Mexico.

You can visit their virtual graves here on Find-a-grave and leave them virtual messages and "flowers" here:





After recovering from his injuries, Felix was interviewed for the Coroner's Inquest and his story was published in the local newspaper which is posted below.

Amador Dispatch – 2/26/1932

“Lone Survivor Tells Story of Mine Accident—

At an inquest conducted on Monday evening by Coroner J.J. Daneri, Felix Achavan told the story of the recent accident at the Kennedy mine when three miners lost their lives and Achavan miraculously escaped a like fate.

According to the story told by the witness at the hearing, he was working in a stope on the 4800 foot level of the mine and with companions had prepared a round of 46 holes for blasting. He stated that after loading had been completed, he was assisted by Foreman Garcia in lighting the fuse. Samuel Martinez and Foreman Garcia standing by to give assistance that might be needed; that difficulty was experienced in lighting some of the fuse because of dampness from water that had dripped upon the fuse, making it necessary to again “spit” them, at operation causing considerable delay. Finally Garcia made the statement “we have been here too long, let’s get out” and barely had the word been uttered when an explosion occurred.

Mr. Achavan stated that all were thrown to the ground by the force of the explosion. His position on the opposite side of the stope from the first explosion afforded him a measure of protection and probably accounted for his escape from death. He expressed the belief that the others were in the direct path of the flying rocks rendering escape impossible. He immediately crawled from the scene. Peter Garcia and Samuel Martinez were killed instantly and Liberto Mendez died a few hours following his removal to the Preston Hospital. Achavan gave a vivid recitation of the experience but the recollection of the unfortunate accident was one that unnerved the man and caused him to leave the room sobbing. 

Following the hearing of the testimony the following verdict we rendered by the jury: “The cause of death was the discharge of powder when the deceased were delayed in their work by damp fuses while they were employed in blasting in the north drift of the 4800 foot level of the Kennedy mine near Jackson.”---

May these miners, and the rest of the 43 miners who have all lost their lives at the Kennedy Mine during its years of operation rest in peace, never forgotten. 


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Sources:

Amador Dispatch – 2/26/1932

Amador Dispatch – 2/19/1932

Amador Ledger - 2/13/1932

Colusa Herald, 2/13/1932;

Healdsburg Tribune 2/13/1932

Monday, May 30, 2022

Hidden Histories - 12 & 14 Water Street, Jackson, California

Over the years I have researched and written about various people and places in the past. I have done a tremendous amount of research in Amador County specifically, since I have lived there at different times in my life, and some of my family still live there. Around the same time that I was researching the history of the National Hotel for my upcoming book, "Historic Haunts," I was contacted by the proprietress of the antique shop literally next door to the National Hotel. 

After speaking with the her, she asked me if I knew any of the history of her building, 12 Water Street as well. Unfortunately, at the time I didn't, but I assured her that I would look into it and get back to her as soon as I could.  Well, after thorough research I am now able to share some of the hidden history of the brick edifice that is adjacent to National Hotel in Jackson, California.

Image  (1)  Louisiana House & Maujer Store
  (Amador County Archives)   
Between 1853 and 1854 a one-story wooden structure with a billboard design on top that read "Maujer," an advertising design often referred to as a western false-front, was constructed for Daniel Maujer's storefront. (Imaged 1).

Maujer was partner's with Amos Barrett, who operated Barrett & Co., and who was the first Wells Fargo agent operating an office in Jackson, out of that store. It wasn't until later on that the Wells Fargo office operated out of the Odd Fellows Hall.

Sadly, on August 2, 1855, Amos Barrett committed suicide in his room at Wilson's Exchange in San Francisco. 

"Suicide - A man by the name of Amos Barrett, committed suicide at Wilson's Exchange, on Friday last. It appears he took a room on Thursday night, and was not seen again alive. The fact of his room being locked all the tie gave rise to suspicions which induced the proprietor of the house to force the door, when he was found dead.

Wilson's Exchange, S.F. (CA Library)
The deceased came to this State in 1849, and since that time has been engaged in mercantile pursuits, and for the last four years has resided at Jackson.  Amador County, where he was for a long time the agent of Wells, Fargo & Co.  The motive which induced him to the commission of the rash act seems to have been an over sensitiveness in regard to the pecuniary transactions and mercantile probity.

On the back of a letter, directed to Messrs. Wilcox & Chase, San Francisco, giving them directions as to the disposal of his property, was the following, which was signed by him:

"J.A. Kew, editor, is the cause of all this, and he ought to have known it. He will meet his reward. If all my creditors, and I was aware of it, would wait patiently, and give me time, I would not commit this rash act -- but they will or would not. -- Barrett"

A letter, written in a somewhat detached and incoherent style, was also found, which was addressed to his mother, brothers and sisters, and another gentleman in Jackson. He states that $3,000 would relieve him entirely from all pecuniary embarrassments, and also states that his property is amply sufficient to pay all his debts.

The deceased was unmarried, about 36 years of age, and a native of Long Island, N.Y., where he formerly carried on business. He also did business as a merchant in 1839-46, in Elizabethtown, Essex Co., N.Y.  He was always esteemed to be an honest, though somewhat close man in his dealings."-- Nevada Journal, August 10, 1855.

According to the Amador Ledger Dispatch, dated January 25, 1901, it states:

"Daniel Maujer was a Frenchman and was associated with Amos Barrett. After the death of the latter, and their business trouble, he left Jackson and his subsequent movements seem to have been forgotten by most of those who were familiar with the county in those days."-

Interestingly enough, the book, "Jackson" by Arcadia Publishing, has some misinformation that must be noted. In the book, the names of the original owners Daniel Maujer and Amos Barrett are incorrectly stated as Amos Maujer and Daniel Barrett (page 11), which we know is factually incorrect. The only reason I am mentioning this, is so that others who wish to research these gentleman will be able to search via their correct names, as I have stated within this blog post. 

After Barrett and Maujer were gone, the new owners of the property demolished the wooden structure and opted for a one story brick building around 1856. It is mentioned that this may have been around the time it was turned into a drug store. 

The late, great Amador County historian, Larry Cenotto mentioned in his "Walking Tour of Jackson's Historic Core" pamphlet that used to be in circulation:

"While the lower story has a faux-Western front, the top facade hasn't changed since Epley and Elderkin laid it in 1863 after the fire. Previously, in late 1853 and '54, Amos Barrett and Daniel Maujer had a store here, and Barrett began his career as Wells, Fargo & Co. Express agent. Known as Rocca's Hall, it was the long-time venue for entertainments, theatricals and even pugilistic exhibitions and fights."---

The Rocca Family

Francesco "Frank" Rocca, was born around 1824 and was a native of Italy. He was considered one of the earlier settlers in Jackson, coming around the mid 1850's just in time for the tail end of the Gold Rush.

During the time that the Rocca family owned the building, 12 Water Street was inhabited by the Jackson Theatre, where they held plays and other entertainment venues, including boxing fights and athletic events. There was also a saloon and a store at the corner which was also owned by Rocca. The 1880 Census lists Frank as the "bar keeper" of his saloon. Although, the two buildings are side by side, there was also a residence in the back along the creek where the Rocca family lived. 

The newspaper from 1889, stated that the west side of the building was known as the "Theatre brick building," while the south side of the property was known as the "Frank Rocca frame dwelling house." Lastly the corner brick building was known as the "Frank Rocca grocery store and bar brick building."

According to Larry Cenotto's research, Frank Rocca purchased both of the brick buildings on Water Street around 1859. You see, at the time all of that was considered one giant property. It was known as Lot 13, Block 3.  The upper level of the corner building at 14 Water Street was sold to the Masonic Lodge after the great fire of 1862, and that part of the building was rented out to the County while they were rebuilding a new court house. By 1864, the Masons went back to the upper levels of the brick building when the county offices moved into their new building elsewhere.

Frank Rocca owned the downstairs of both buildings, and the upstairs of 12 Water Street, (as well as his house). While he was alive he ran the Jackson Theatre for many years, and was well known within the community. 

The Death of Frank Rocca 

In the wee hours of Thursday, November 25th (night of the 24th) which also happened to be Thanksgiving, Frank Rocca had a terrible accident at his home in the residence which was located behind the brick building on Water Street/Broadway.  The newspapers originally published that he had fallen from the back porch balcony of his residence into the creek behind the buildings and that he had busted up his nose and scratched up his face. Unfortunately, Frank Rocca didn't walk away from that fall that easily. The newspaper dated, December 3, 1887 explains more:

"Mr. Francesco Rocco [SIC], one of our pioneer residents, and proprietor of the Jackson theatre, died in this place last Tuesday night, from the effects of injuries received by a fall from the back porch of his building on Thanksgiving night. It was at first thought that he was not dangerously hurt, but he never entirely recovered  from the shock. He was a native of Italy and about 60 years of age. He leaves a family and many warm friends to mourn his loss. He was buried on Thursday afternoon by the Masonic fraternity, of which he was a member of long standing."  - The Amador Dispatch 

Mr. Rocca was buried at St. Patrick's Cemetery in Jackson, just off of Church Street. Although Mr. Rocca's grave states he died on the 25th of November, the newspapers claimed it wasn't until Tuesday, the 29th when he succumbed to his injuries. The newspaper also published several ads that ran continually for quite some time shortly after his death, announcing the theatre and parts of the building itself were up for sale. 


Dispatch, 1/21/1888

Literally the same week that the patriarch of the family, Frank Rocca passed away, the Levy family, from S. Levy & Co. opened a new store at the location on the corner at 14 Water Street. They obviously were renting out the space, as the property still belonged to the Rocca family at the time.


Dispatch, 1/21/1888

The city had also just put in a v-shape sewer line that ran from the front of the building to the back and into the creek, to clear away all the nasty water which would form unsavory "mud puddles" just outside the Theatre. This new development was also mentioned in the newspaper.

After the death of Frank, the Rocca family were intent on selling the bottom level corner building (14 Water Street) as well as the Theatre. The ad appeared in the Dispatch in February 2, 1889, when Attorney's Lindley & Spagnoli who represented the estate of Frank Rocca c/o Carrie Deletis (his widow) published the notice.

It appears though that the family kept their home in the back, as the 1910 Census shows that Victor remained living with his mother Carrie at the house on Broadway (behind the brick building), and Victor is the proprietor of a saloon. Victor eventually left bar keeping and went on to work next door at the National Hotel as a clerk for many years. His WWI draft cards listed him as working at the National hotel in 1917 and he continued to work there well up into the 1930s. Victor Rocca eventually passed away in 1934. 

According to the newspapers, by 1913, the property at 12 Water Street was being used for a restaurant and lodging rooms under the business name Home Restaurant & Lodgings.  On the evening of June 17, 1913, a gentleman by the name of Tom Belenchia, 45, from Mokelume Hill, went to his room and never came back. He had been working in the hayfields at J.A. Laughton's property just outside of town. Laughton had hired workers for the job, and most of the men were lodging at the same establishment. When the men all came back, everyone went to the restaurant for supper, except for Tom.  When one of his friends realized he had never came down to eat, he went to check up on him and found he was very sick. They called for the doctor, but it was too late. He died in his bedroom in the building. According to the newspaper, he died from "gasses forming in the stomach and stopping the action of the heart."

So far, Frank Rocca and Tom Belechnia are the only two deaths I have found that took place on the property, but there could be others. I will continue to keep searching the archives for more hidden history on this location. According to my sources, the Masons eventually purchased both buildings (upstairs and down).

12 Water Street, Jackson
Moving forward, as the years went by, the lower level of the buildings at 12 & 14 Water Street hosted business after business, store after store. People came and people went, and like all businesses eventually do, many closed forever, while others began anew. 

Sometime around the mid-to-late 1940's a lady name Clara Ericson opened a bar/restaurant called "The Klondike," in this location. She later sold the business to Guido Tofanelli in 1951, who had returned from the Richmond Shipyards after working there for several years around the end of  World War II.  

Guido, or "Guy" as everyone knew him by, would later become Jackson's Chief of Police. Guy ran the bar with his brother, Steve Tofanelli, who was considered a "silent" partner. Guy also opened a boxing gym in Jackson. Was the boxing gym here at this location, given it's past history as an athletic/boxing location? Or was it on the third floor of the Krabbenhoft Building, which is where the present day Hein & Co. Book Store is located? I haven't been able to answer that question just yet.

Newspapers accounts show that at one point during the late 1950's when the State was cracking down on prostitution, the Klondike found itself in hot water, when it was discovered that the club was "allegedly" being used as a front for "John's" to be "pointed in the right direction" to one of the cat houses located at another building downtown (not 315 N Main Street, as some have insinuated, that house has never been a brothel despite the claims.).

By the 1960's the brick building was home to a store called the "Westerner," and I still remember an old stationary store at the corner building (14 Water Street). 

So many amazing events happened here at these two brick buildings and so much hidden history has been discovered!

Now, this property at 12 Water Street is home to an amazing antique store, and the proprietress has taken an interest in preserving the history of this building, which I am sure the Rocca family would have appreciated so very much. I hope that her business continues on into the future and that the history within its walls continues to be shared for others earnestly looking for it.

I hope that you enjoyed learning a little bit more about the history of this property, and because I am still researching the history of this amazing property, hopefully soon I will be able to add more to this blog as I intend to chronicle as many establishments and events that took place at those two buildings.

Thank you for taking this trip with me down Water Street in Jackson! 

Happy History Hunting!

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