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Friday, January 28, 2022

1898 Shingle Springs Tragedy - A Precursor to Domestic Homicide 20 Years Later

 

“History will always repeat itself.” Those were the words of Greek historian Thucydides, spoken in the 5th Century BC, and yet still today, no truer words could be spoken.

In fact, in my line of work researching the past, I have often found tragedies which seemed to repeat themselves in a later generation, almost as if it were some sort of vicious cycle. As if a sinister, cosmic wheel kept spinning in the same circle within a family lineage, like a broken record, repeating the events with no rhyme or reason as to why.

Today, I am going to share with you the story of Albina Keyes, but we will also take a deep dive into her family history to see just how death seemed to follow the women in her family, almost as if in a pattern, one after the other, just in different time periods.

Several years ago, I shared the sad events relating to the murder of  Albina. As tragic as her story was, I had no idea that years later, I would come in contact with her great, great grand daughter Adria Bowman, and together we would unravel another family mystery. The odd thing about Albina’s story was that the more we dug into her family history, the more we discovered that this story had all happened once before.

Photo of Amanda Dale
So, before I get to the details of Albina’s life and death, first I will share with you the original tragedy, the one that I believe started it all.  It all begins in the Miwok Village within the area of Shingle Springs, California.

The year is 1898, and Mary Robinson and her daughter Amanda Dale are living on the Miwok reservation at Shingle Springs, California. Amanda’s father, Abraham Dale and her mother, Mary, had split earlier on in Amanda’s life. Mary remarried two more times, eventually settling down with a Native American medicine man by the name of William Joseph, and they had several children together.  Mary, Amanda’s mother, was half Native American and half black, while Amanda’s father was of English descent.  

Amanda was an adult by this time in 1898. In fact, she was 21 years old, with two children of her own. When Amanda was just 14 years old, she fell in love with an older, married man, and found herself in a precarious position. The man, Francisco Bergala, a native of Chile, had moved up to the gold country during the Gold Rush and settled there, eventually marrying Susan Nieda of Sutter Creek. The two had seven children together.

According to documented records, during the summer of 1890, Susan had to undergo an operation for some sort of health issue, and it rendered her an invalid for the rest of her life. Instead of taking care of his wife and children, Francisco left his wife’s care with his children and he took Amanda as his “common law” wife. Soon, his first family found themselves destitute and begging for assistance from the county for financial aid in order to survive.

News spread around the area quickly, and soon Francisco found himself indicted not only for adultery, but also rape, being that Amanda was only 14 years old at the time they had relations. Not only that, but Amanda also soon found herself pregnant, and in October of 1891, Amanda gave birth to her first child, Albina Bergala.

The newspapers relay the story in the Mountain Democrat dated January 23, 1892, mentioning that the Grand Jury indicted Francisco, and a guilty verdict was found. It appears as though he didn’t do any real jail time, as the records stated he faced 125 days in jail or a fine of $250.

It looks as though eventually Francisco Bergala was out of the picture, and Amanda started a relationship and eventually married Jack “Acorn Jack” Nickel, who happened to be her step-father’s nephew. After thorough research into the case, both Adria and I have come to the conclusion that Amanda possibly had one other child, this time with Jack. 

According to oral histories transcribed of William Joseph, Amanda’s step-father, he stated that Amanda and her brother Jesseway’s paternal grandmother, had passed away in Missouri, and since their father Abraham had predeceased her, an inheritance was owed to the two siblings.

“The grandmother of those two died in Missouri, and apparently left everything to them, money and a ten-thousand-dollar house in a town in Missouri. This girl, Mandy said, “Write for me, stepfather, I want five hundred and fifty dollars,” she said. “The money my grandmother left is said to be there, left for me.” I wrote her uncle who was called Jacob C. Dale, the check came.” -- William Joseph, oral history.

Sadly though, Amanda did not keep her personal financial information a secret and when she became involved with Jack Nickel, she later found this was a terrible mistake. Once Acorn Jack learned that she had a substantial inheritance, and after becoming her husband, he took the money and squandered it on booze and gambling. It lasted a grand total of three months without Amanda ever having seen one dime of it.

One day while William Joseph was at work, which was just over the hill, a fight between Amanda and Jack ensued. The newspapers mentioned that it was jealousy that threw Jack into a fit of rage, and he took his rifle and shot Amanda and her mother, Mary, killing them both.

“Triple Homicide”-- “Last Saturday afternoon, near the Greenstone mine, at the home of his mother-in-law, Mrs. Wm. Joseph, a quadroon*. Jack Nickel shot and killed her and his wife, an octoroon.*  In shooting the latter he wounded a child which she was holding in her arms, and having finished his deadly work he pulled off one his shoes, put the muzzle of his Winchester rifle against his heart, touched the trigger with his tow and fell dead with the gun by his side.

A little daughter of Mrs. Joseph, twelve years old, was the only eyewitness. A few minutes after the shooting, George Wade carried the news to Shingle Springs and notice came thence to the coroner, by whom inquests were held the following day. For some time, the Indian had been sick and using some sort of medicine and whether too much of the drug or the devil instigated the brutal homicide may never be known.”—Mountain Democrat, November 19th, 1898

According to a transcribed account given by William Joseph of what transpired that day, as he recalled it while working with his boss, J.D. Annette:

Acorn Jack must have been angry that day. There were hunters shooting there all the time.

I said “I seem to hear shooting.”

“But maybe it’s those hunters,” J.D. Annette said. “I have heard women crying right over at your house. Let us go and see!”

“We went. We met my daughter running. “He has killed my mother and my elder sister!” she said.

And J.D. Annette said, “Don’t go! He will kill you!” 

“Never mind, I am going, I want to see my wife!”

“Wait, I will give you my gun!”

He gave me his gun, a Winchester. I went to the house. He (his boss) went to the top of that hill to watch me from there. I saw my wife laying on her back, dead. Going on, I saw the girl laying on her side. Close to her lay the little two-month old baby, his bullet had apparently grazed its chin.

I said, “Maybe he is inside.” I ran past the doorway. I saw that fellow laying in front of me, he  had evidently killed himself, shot himself in the breast. The bullet had apparently not gone through. I shouted to J.D. Annette, “Come, that fellow has evidently killed himself!”

We picked up only the two women and took them inside. We did not take that Acord Jack but let him lie in the same place. Then I went to tell the police. A lot of white men arrived. After keeping them for two days, I buried them all. That is what Acorn Jack did there, he killed my wife. That is that.” --- Story # 70,  "Nisenan Texts & Dictionary," by Uldall & Shipley, published by University of California Press, dated 1/1/1966. 

 – University of California Press, published Jan, 1, 1966., U.C. Berkeley.

No more was ever noted about the two-month-old baby, so there is no information as to where he or she ended up. However, we do know that Amanda’s older child, Albina, who was only 7 years old at the time ended up with her father, Francisco Bergala.

So, one would assume that Albina would go off to live with her father and things would work out, right? Wrong. Unfortunately, fate had its sights set on poor Albina, and it was going to follow her to the very end.

History Repeats Itself-

The year was 1907, and by this time Albina was 15 years old.  Census records noted that she and her father were living in Plymouth at the time.  Like her mother did only a little over 15 years ago, it appears that Albina caught the eye of a much older, John “Jack” Keyes, who was 13 years her senior, and the couple started a sexual relationship.  At some point her father must have told her that she wasn’t allowed to see Jack Keyes, because the Amador Dispatch dated October 11, 1907, states that Keyes was arrested for the abduction of Albina. In reality, Albina had run off to be with him, but because Keyes was an adult at the time, he was accountable to the law.

While still in jail, Albina and her father visited Keyes, and it was decided that all charges would be dropped if he agreed to marry his daughter. So, the couple were legally wed on January 16, 1908.

Things started off on the wrong foot, so-to-speak, because Albina gave birth to their first son alone, while Jack (and his brother Edward Keyes) were doing time in the penitentiary. They had been arrested for burglary and sent to San Quentin.

John "Jack" Keyes

Because of “good behavior” the two were paroled early. Jack was released September 1910, while Edward was released in 1911.

During the time that Jack was incarcerated, Albina and her son, Johnny moved back with her father. The census records for 1910 shows them living in Plymouth with Francisco.

When Keyes was released Albina and Johnny went back with him. 

Not even a year later, Jack and Albina are in the newspapers again, this time after their son Johnny went missing. The Amador Ledger mentions that three-year-old Johnny disappeared, but later his parents admitted that he had been given away to campers named Mr. & Mrs. Smith, who had recently lost their own child. According to the Keyes (Jack and Albina) they had given their child away to the family because they couldn’t afford to take care of him, as they were in financial difficulties. No one ever found out who these alleged campers were, and no records have ever been found to validate their story.

When I read this information, I was taken aback. Something in my gut said this story just didn’t add up. And it still doesn’t.  Steve Jones, genealogist, and Find-a-grave contributor, whom I have been in contact with for several years regarding Albina’s story, also thought the story was suspicious, as did Albina’s great-great granddaughter Adria, as well.  All three of us have speculated that Johnny’s disappearance didn’t happen the way Keyes claimed, and that perhaps little Johnny met an untimelier ending, and sadly, one that we will never be able to confirm.

Moving forward, Albina and Jack went on to have more children. Marguerite was born in 1913, William in 1915, and lastly Marie on March 6, 1918.

According to the newspaper articles discovered by Steve Jones, they state that 5 year-old Marguerite died at a Sacramento hospital on May 10, 1918, which was the result of swallowing a pine nut which lodged in her throat a few days before. Her grandmother, Marguerite Keyes Morales, brought her to the hospital in Sacramento for treatment. The nut had been removed by way of an operation, but she died from the infection that followed her surgery. She was buried in the Keyes family plot in Plymouth.

Unfortunately, this would not be the last of the tragedies to befall Albina or the family itself.

The original article I discovered so many years ago, the very story that first drew my attention to Albina’s story, reads:

The Tragedy -- August 29, 1918

"Brutal Husband Kills Wife And Child With Axe-


One of the most brutal murders it has been our duty to record occurred yesterday sometime before noon at the Head place*, about two miles up the ridge from the Summit House, when Jack Keyes with the blunt side of an axe crushed the skull of his wife, Bina Keyes, aged 24, and then inflicted a fatal blow with the same instrument on the forehead of their 6 month old daughter, Marie Keyes. 


The first known of the crime was about 8:30 last night, when Keyes came to the County Hospital in Jackson and asked Superintendent Murphy for some poison.  Murphy asked what he wanted it for, and Keyes replied that his had killed his wife and baby with an axe. Murphy told him it was hard to get poison but Mr. Dodd, the nurse, would take him down town for some, and while they walked away from the building Murphy quickly called up the Sheriff, who met Keyes shortly after this side of the hospital. Keyes told the Sheriff he had killed his wife and baby because a lady told him his wife was an anarchist. The Sheriff placed Keyes in jail and went to the scene of the murder.


When asked why he killed the child, Keyes said he figured the baby was an anarchist also. He said he struck his wife several times with the axe before the fatal blow crushed her skull. After the murder Keyes washed the bodies, dressed and covered them. He sat around the house during the afternoon, until the time he came to Jackson.


Keyes showed absolutely no signs of being intoxicated, as testified to by both Superintendent Murphy and Sheriff Lucot at the inquest held here today by Coroner Dolores A. Potter.


During the inquest Keyes, angered at the removal of a stove poker from his reach, sprang from his chair and attacked Deputy Sheriff Ford. Instantly a dozen men were on the job and a well-directed blow on the murderer's neck by Telephone Manager Watts, a juryman, floored the belligerent.


When asked if he had anything to say, Keyes said he wanted to be hanged. Other than that, he made no further statement. Keyes has been in trouble before. It is said he and his wife quarreled frequently. She feared to return to him from the County Hospital, where the baby was born on March 6 of this year." ---Amador Dispatch (8/30/1918)

*(The Head Ranch was located east of Sutter Creek/Sutter Hill, up Ridge Road, near the Summit Ridge. This was the ranch owned by James Head, the step-father of the infamous Black Widow of Amador County, the one and only Emma LeDoux. She was made infamous for the brutal murder of her husband Albert McVicar in 1906, as well as being a bigamist. To read about her story, please go to the link here: https://jaimerubiowriter.blogspot.com/2018/05/emma-ledoux-black-widow-of-amador.html  )

By October of 1918, Keyes was declared unfit for trial due to being “insane,” and was sent down to the Stockton State Hospital for treatment until fit to be tried for the murders. By May 23rd, 1919, Keyes made headlines once again, when he escaped from the Stockton State Hospital by “slipping out of line passing from one yard to another.”

He was on the lam for about 6 months when Amador County Sheriff George Lucot received a tip that Keyes might be at the Lincoln Ranch. Quickly, Lucot went to check out his lead, and sure enough, he was able to apprehend his prisoner.

One note that I would like to make is that in my research of stories pertaining to crimes in Amador County history, I have found so many times that Sheriff Lucot is personally involved in apprehending the criminal. Sheriff George Lucot was the longest standing Sheriff in Amador County history, and to my knowledge, the State of California, and possibly even the United States as a whole, as well. George Lucot became Sheriff in 1914 and retired in 1954, making his career of a Sheriff a grand total of 40 years.

While investigating the local history within Amador County, I have watched stories reveal themselves to me, by way of the old microfilms at the library. Case by case, Sheriff Lucot always seemed to be one step ahead, catching the bad guy and saving the day. He has become a hero in my book, just as Sheriff Phoenix is to me, (the very first Amador County Sheriff).

From hostage crisis situations, attempting to spearhead the rescue of the greatest mining accident in U.S. history, down to hunting down a murderer, even going across state lines in order to do so, George Lucot saw it all, did it all, and was prepared to do whatever it took to catch his prisoner. With his keen investigation skills, he remained the larger-than-life force that Amador County needed for so many years.

Back to the story-

After being apprehended on November 10, 1919, Keyes was declared sane enough for trial, but pled guilty on November 14, and was sentenced on Monday, November 17, by Judge Wood. On November 20, 1919, Keyes was received at San Quentin Prison, but only lasted there for a week, and was then transferred on November 28, 1919 to Folsom, where he remained for the time being. The 1920 Census records show him as a “quarryman” and of course, an inmate, at Folsom. His records note that he was then transferred to the Napa Asylum on November 16, 1921 – and from there things get sketchy.

According to notes by Dorothy Pinotti, she claimed he died while at Napa and his remains were brought back to Plymouth and buried in the Keyes family plot at the cemetery. However, there are no death records available to validate this. Even Napa County Hospital was unable to confirm this with me. You see, there is a John Keys (not Keyes) listed in the 1930 and 1940 Census records at the hospital in Napa, but the information on this person does not match our Keyes. For one, John Keys in the 1930 census states his mother and father are from Ohio, while we know our John KEYES’ parents were from Ireland and Canada. I scoured through the patient list for the entire hospital and found a few other “Keys” but no one with the same name, and no one with matching family background. It is as if John Joseph Keyes just vanished.

And with no death certificate available on record, I cannot definitively state that he is buried at the Keyes family plot in Plymouth. So, the whereabouts of his remains and his mortal ending is still somewhat of a mystery, for now.

So what happened to baby Johnny, who disappeared at 3 years of age? Did John Keyes really give him away to campers, or was it something more sinister? Did he kill his own child? How did little Marguerite choke on the pine nut? Was that all just an accident, too? We know for a fact, John lost it mentally, when he took an axe to his wife and infant daughter Marie, but was he responsible for more deaths than theirs?

What boggles my mind is the fact that by writing about that one tragedy so many years ago, a story I had unknowingly stumbled upon, in turn has slowly unraveled and uncovered the skeletons of old family secrets hidden between the pages of the old archives, just waiting and yearning to be told once more. The names of those people who hadn’t been uttered in over a hundred or more years, were once spoken of and their stories brought back to life again.

When I initially wrote about the tragic story of Albina Keyes’ death it stuck with me. I was emotionally driven by this story to find her grave, although sadly she has no marker for you to visit. Thanks to Steve Jones’ sleuthing, he found the original sexton cards for the Jackson City Cemetery which provides clues to where Albina and baby Marie were buried, but their graves are still unmarked.


Albina's Burial Card (Sexton Record) 

I believe that Amanda Dale and Mary Robinson are buried on the native burial grounds in Shingle Springs somewhere, although I am unsure if the area is accessible, let alone whether there is any sort of marker for them there at all.

In regard to the other Keyes’ children, we will never know what happened to Johnny. Marguerite was buried in the family plot in Plymouth in 1918 and William, the one child who seemed to dodge a bullet so-to-speak, was raised by his paternal grandparents in Plymouth per the 1920, 1930 census records. He eventually grew up and moved away, and it is his great granddaughter Adria who contacted me after reading my original blog about Albina.

I hope that one day, by getting enough exposure to Albina’s story, we can drum up enough interest within the community to erect a marker for both Albina and baby Marie at the Jackson Cemetery where they have been resting, undetected and unknown for far too long. They both deserve to be remembered and no longer be part of the forgotten. --

According to Steve Jones, this is the spot where Albina and Marie are said to be buried
in an unmarked grave. Hopefully in the future I will be able to definitely state exactly where in
this general area they both are buried, and perhaps maybe (with the cemetery board's help) we can
obtain permission to get some sort of memorial plaque for them both.


A Big Thank You To:  Steve Jones (Find-a-Grave Contributor & Researcher) as well as 

Adria Bowman, Great Great Granddaughter of Albina Bergala Keyes. 


Copyright 2022 - J'aime Rubio, www.jaimerubiowriter.com

Sources:

Amador Dispatch, 9/30/1918

Amador Ledger, 9/30/1918

n  Amador Dispatch, 9/5/1918

n  Amador Dispatch, 5/29/1919

n  Stockton Independent 9/1/1918

n  Amador Dispatch, 11/20/1919

n  Sacramento Daily Union,  6/3/1919

n  Amador Ledger Dispatch, 11/13/1919

n  Amador Ledger Dispatch 11/21/1919

n  Stockton Evening Record, 11/10/1919

n  Amador Ledger Dispatch, 5/30/1919

n  Amador Ledger Dispatch, 10/25/1918

n  Amador Ledger Dispatch, 5/17/1918

n  San Francisco Call, 11/14/1898

n  Mountain Democrat 11/12/1898

n  Amador Ledger, 8/11/1911

n  Amador Dispatch, 8/29/1918

n  Amador Dispatch, 10/11/1907

n  Amador Ledger, 1/17/1908

n  Mountain Democrat 1/23/1892

n  El Dorado Republican 11/15/1918

n  1910,1920,1930,1940 Census Records

n  Prison Records, Folsom & San Quentin

n  Find-a-grave, Ancestry & Family Search

n  Family tree records, from Adria Bowman

n  Story # 70 of  "Nisenan Texts & Dictionary," by Uldall & Shipley, published by University of California Press, dated 1/1/1966

 

 

 

 

Wednesday, January 8, 2020

Jackson's Hanging Tree History


Having lived in and around Amador County for many years, I have come to find some really interesting history regarding the county and surrounding areas. Many of the stories that I have found, I have shared on this blog or on my Facebook page, but many I have not. After so many years, I have decided to try to go back to my research and start posting more of the stories, whether big or small, so that I can share with you, my readers, more of this amazing gold country history.

Ever since I was a kid, I loved walking around Jackson. I remember the first time I noticed the plaque for the Hanging Tree right there on Main Street near the National Hotel. I was so intrigued to hear about this "Hangman's Tree" and wondered what stories that piece of land had to tell.  As time goes on, and as we get older, many of us have moments like this where we wonder about a person or place, but then we go on with our lives never to think about it again. Well, I am not one of those people. When I think about something, it bugs me until I find out everything there is to know about that particular subject. It might take me some time, but eventually, I get the story one way or the other.

As an adult, having moved back to Amador County, I was determined to finally get answers about the history of that forgotten tree, lost to history, although  I cannot take credit for digging all this up on my own. In fact, had it not been for the the late Amador County Historian Larry Cenotto, various archived newspaper clippings of the time period, and reports documented by Jesse D. Mason, we would never know what we do about this particular historic site. Facts show that in all the years that tree was used as a hanging tree, it only witnessed 10 deaths.

"This tree which has become noted wherever the name of California is known, formerly stood near Louis Tellier's saloon, and was a live-oak, with several branching trunks. It was never very beautiful, but was a source of so much of its history, that its likeness was engraved on the county seal, so that its appearance is not likely to be forgotten.

Its use at first as a hanging-tree, was quite accidental; but in the course of time the tree was a terrible hint for the quick solution of a criminal case, and when the tree was injured by the great fire of August, 1862, so as to necessitate the cutting of it down, the feeling regarding its fate was not altogether sorrowful."  (History of Amador County, Jesse D. Mason,1881)

According to documented newspapers, the Hanging Tree was located just across from the Astor House, and right in front of Dunham's Butcher Shop and the St. Louis House, all businesses that no longer exist.  The plaque that is located on the sidewalk off of Main Street is in as close proximity possible to the location that could be marked, since the actual location was actually in the street.

Death # 1.

The first case was "Coyote Joe," an Indian, charged with robbing and murdering blacksmith, Mr. Thompson at the Gate (Jackson Gate). He was tried by a jury of miners, with Dr. Pitt acting as the jury foreman, and shortly thereafter found guilty. It was mentioned that items found on the Indian belonged to Thompson when he was arrested. The trial took place in a restaurant close to the tree itself.

The 1st hanging took place on March 19, 1851.

Death # 2

The second death was said to be a Chileno, who stabbed a woman (who was his cousin). He was also tried by a jury and found guilty. Larry Cenotto's published findings state that the man who was hanged was really an unidentified Mexican who had stabbed his brother-in-law to death.

The 2nd hanging event took place on June 23, 1851.

Death # 3 & 4

In 1851, two Frenchmen were butchered in Squaw Gulch near Jackson Gate. As the history of Amador County states "One was stabbed with a long bowie-knife thirteen times, dying immediately. The other, though cut five or six times, lived for several days." 

According to Larry's research records, "Monsieur Pontanier and an unknown French "companion" on  May 20, 1852, were attacked while they slept in their tent in Squaw Gulch near the Gate." The men had been stabbed to death. The deaths of these two men was what led up to the formation of the Jackson Vigilance Committee. The committee offered a $300 reward to anyone who helped apprehend or deliver the murderer(s).

Initially, another man Gregorio Soberano was arrested while at a bistro in downtown Jackson, but he was later exonerated. Later on, another man was brought on charges. His name was Cheverino. He had been examined and sent to the "log jail," to be held until he could stand trial, but that night a mob of people (let me make this clear it was NOT the Vigilance Committee) broke into the jail and dragged Cheverino out to the oak tree on Main Street.

The first of the two hangings took place around 8:30 p.m. on the evening of June 10th, 1852.

According to records, the rope was put around his neck and he was pulled up while his hands were free. So, he began clenching onto the rope around his neck, struggling to survive. This allegedly went on for about ten minutes before they dropped the rope, and tied his hands behind his back and then raised the rope again. It was said that Cheverino had admitted guilt in the murder of Pontanier.

His accomplice, Cruz Flores had been found out by chance when another Mexican, Mariano, who had been arrested for horse theft in Sacramento, implicated Cruz Flores, as the other man who murdered a Frenchman near Jackson Gate, or "The Gate."

Flores, the Hanging Tree's 4th execution was hanged the next day on June 11th, 1852.

Death # 5

According to Larry Cenotto's research, he claimed that the 5th victim of the hanging tree was none other than an "hombre with Murietta's band"-- you know, Joaquin Murietta.  On February 15, 1853 at approximately 5: 30 p.m.,  Antonio Valencia was hanged for the murder of Joseph Lake, 27, native of Philadelphia, who had settled in Jackson operating a butcher shop, as well as murdering a Chinaman and a string of robberies.

Murietta's gang had struck a Chinese Camp at Oppossum Bar on the Consumnes on February 8th, 1853, and started what Cenotto quoted as "history's greatest wave of murder, robbery and terror that rolled over Calaveras County." It was mentioned that allegedly it was this crime spree that put the nail in the coffin for Governor Bigler to decide to hire Harry Love to hunt Murrietta down. (We all know how that went! For the record, I still don't believe that head that was on display was Murrietta's but that is an entirely different story!)

The Sacramento Union account states that a couple of  Chinamen ran into Big Bar camp gasping that the Mexican riders who came to their camp were "no good."  William McMullen of Consumnes, returned with them to their camp to see what they were talking about, and he found four horses hitched in front of one of the tents.  McMullen suspected Murietta's gang was there and left immediately to get help from some of the miners nearby. In about thirty minutes, McMullen had rounded up about 11 people to come back to the camp with him to confront the Mexicans.  As they were nearing the camp, they were approached by several Chinese men who were running towards them, wounded by gunshots to the hand and neck.  The camp had been ransacked and all valuables had been stolen.

The posse of men traveled up river where they ran into two Americans who had just ran into the Mexicans. When the Americans drew their pistols, the Mexicans had allegedly told them they had no issue with them, they were only attempting to frighten the Chinese. So they passed by the Americans with no incident.  The next day, about six of the original men on the hunt for the bandits made it to Dry Creek where they found another Chinese Camp that had been robbed. This time the bandits made their escape towards Butte City.  Following intelligence given to McMullen along the way, they traveled to Butte City, Secrete and back to Jackson  when they heard the bandits had been at "The Gate" (Jackson Gate). It seemed that at each turn the bandits were one step ahead, giving them the slip and escaping up to Rancheria, and later on towards Fiddletown.

By the 5th day on the hunt for these men, McMullen's party dwindled from 11 to 3 men left helping him, and finally on the 6th day the men all but gave up and went back home. That didn't stop the bandits though, they continued pillaging and plundering Chinese camps along Jackson Creek and Sutter Creek and in the end a Chinese man was robbed & killed as well as Joseph Lake, a local butcher. Joseph Lake, had been shot three times and stabbed in the neck by Valencia. Some fanciful stories claim it was Murietta who killed him, all because Lake had gave away Murietta's whereabouts, but there is no conclusive evidence that this was the reason he was killed. That is merely conjecture.

Soon news had spread that the Mexicans had killed a dozen or more at Campo Seco. They were also blamed for 20 miners the month before, as well as two women and a male escort who had been killed after their Stockton stage had been stopped and robbed. Two days later, an armed posse of men surrounded Camp Ophir which was near Buena Vista, where they apprehended Antonio Valencia, one of the men of the Mexican group of bandits. When he was brought back to Jackson he was recognized by the Chinese miners who had been robbed by him on the 8th at Big Bar. He was placed in the "log jail," but within a few minutes a mob surrounded the jail, "rescued" him only to take him to the tree to be hanged. They strung him up once, and dropped him down, hoping he would confess to his crimes, but he refused.  So, he was hanged from the neck until dead.

The 5th death took place on February 15, 1853.

(For the record, there is no way to know if he was part of Joaquin Murietta's gang or not, but like all folklore about this infamous bandito, many stories still make their rounds.) 

Death # 6

According to Larry Cenotto's booklet "The Concise, Uncensored Historical Jackson Sightseer in Text, Map and Sketch" the sixth death was an "Unidentified Chilean for robbing and murder of Chinaman, 7/27/1853."   In his "Logan's Alley" series dated February 5, 1975, Larry also mentions two men being held, one Chilean who was a horse thief who was hanged and another man who had attacked a Chinese camp (no mention of murder) and that the Chinese had attacked him back, causing a head injury to the criminal who wasn't hanged.

The San Joaquin Republican dated, July 18, 1853 mentions the hanging and states that it was a Mexican who was brought to Jackson from Marysville, for stealing horses just two days earlier. The newspaper states the following:

"The deputy went on to Marysville and found his animal and the person who had bought it, immediately pointed out this Mexican as the man, who had sold it to him. He had an examination before the Mayor's Court, and being unable to give a satisfactory account, he was placed under the care of the deputy sheriff to be taken to Jackson, for trial. 

Upon arrival at Jackson, the stage was met by a crowd of persons who seized both the deputy sheriff and his prisoner -- the officer, they locked in a room, taking from him his pistol, and the Mexican they led to a place called the Gate, about a mile from town. The Mexican refused to confess his guilt farther than another Mexican who is now at large in Marysville stole the animal, and gave him a mule to ride.

At this stage of the proceedings some Mexicans, Chileans and Negroes, who were present, took hold of the rope about his neck -- one end of which was over a tree -- for the purpose of releasing him, but immediately fifty pistols were leveled at them, and they were forced to retire. The Mexican still declaring that he was innocent, but feeling confident that he was about to die, begged for time to send for a priest, this was refused him, and more than twenty men taking hold of the rope, was launched into eternity.

Messrs. Peter Jewell and Thomas Johnson, two of those who had been active in procuring the hanging of the Mexican, in about an hour after the tragedy, retured to their work on a house, when they were unexpectedly attacked by three Chileans. They attacked Jewell first, inflicting a dreadful wound on his breast, and when Johnson ran to help Jewell, they stabbed him in the pit of his stomach and turned the knife around in his wound. Johnson cannot recover. A party of horsemen pursued the Chileans, but had not overtaken them when our information left."

I never did find any ending to that story after Johnson and Jewell were attacked, so I have no way to know if they ever apprehended those men.

In another account dated August 4, 1853, in the Daily Alta California, a letter to the editor of the newspaper was published with some detailed information about the event, where the gentlemen gives a more insightful account about this particular hanging and why he personally defended the incident.

His letter mentions there were two horse thieves originally arrested at Marysville. Their names were  Sanchez and Lopez. The story this man gave was that Lopez paid off one of the officers in the amount of $500 to secure his release, while Sanchez didn't have any money so he was sent to Jackson to pay for the crime alone.  The townspeople learned from Sanchez that Lopez had bribed his way out of the noose, and so, "As soon as the people of this place became aware of the gross injustice done them by the officers in Marysville in releasing one of the thieves, the greatest indignation was felt, and they then resolved to make sure of the other, and as guilt of the theft had been established beyond the least shadow of doubt, to hang him immediately -- which they did, and I believe justly, too." 

The writer claimed that Sanchez was hanged, but without being able to confess his sins to a Catholic priest as was his request (this correlates with the first account).  The person who wrote to the newspaper also goes on to state that Jackson Gate or "The Gate" as it was called,  had been having a lot of stock stolen regularly, and that since there were many Hispanic people moving into the area there had been a lot of theft operations going on and that the locals had to "execute the most extreme punishment upon the thief when caught" to set an example.

"You seem to think that it is not necessary at the present time for the populace of this county to try and execute criminals as the legal authorities are not only able but willing to do their duty faithfully and promptly. If such were the case -- if the officers of the law in Calaveras county were "able and willing to do their duty faithfully and promptly," there would be no necessity of the populace taking the law in their own hands, and executing justice upon evil doers, and they would not do it. Of late, criminals in this county have been managed very badly -- the people have become indignant at the course pursued by the lawful authorities, and the frequent escape of prisoners indicted and convicted of the highest crimes, from our jail, has greatly impaired the confidence of the people in the willingness or ability of our officers to fulfill the duty consigned to their charge.... We are not in favor of mob law, and we shall rejoice when the time comes that it will entirely be done away with in California, and the lawful authorities have the whole control of criminals; but until ample protection of life and property can be afforded the people by officers to whom we look for protection, we hope to see the populace continue to assume the authority of detecting, trying and punishing criminals according to the extent of their offenses." ---

The death of the Chilean or Mexican (whichever he was) who possibly went by the name of Sanchez, was hanged on  July 27, 1853.

Death # 7

The seventh death by way of the Hanging Tree was for the theft of a very valuable horse that was stolen from Jackson merchants, Evans & Askey who owned the Louisiana Hotel (where the National Hotel stands today).  The horse thief was Christopher Bennett, and he was apprehended near Bridgeport in Nevada County and brought back to Jackson.

Interestingly, according to "History of Amador County" by Jesse D. Mason, Bennett claimed to have purchased the horse from a traveler he met on the road. He even had a bill of sale which he produced to the authorities which read "Sac City, March 16, 1854, "Mr. C. Bennett, Bought of C. Cuper, for one gray horse, Three Hundred & Forty Dollars. Title guaranteed. W. Holman, Auctioneer.  C. Cuper." --

But once Bennett came back to Jackson, hundreds of people allegedly recognized him and the horse which was identified as belonging to Evans & Askey.  Bennett's trial was only a few minutes long and took place on the steps of the Louisiana House (National Hotel) at sunrise. Remember, this is according to Mason's account, but I don't know how many hundreds of people could possibly have been wandering around downtown Jackson at sunrise, being that the newspapers claimed that he was hanged before anyone was notified, and long before a crowd had a chance to gather. In the words of Larry Cenotto, "they hanged Bennett (alias Schwartz and Black) and he was tap dancin' on a breeze before 7 a.m."

Deaths # 8, 9  & 10.

The last three deaths by way of the Hanging Tree occurred in August of 1855, after the horrific massacre at lower Rancheria. If you do not know the story, please click on this link below to read Part 1, and don't forget read all four parts (I know, it's a long one, but totally worth it to get the whole story).

THE RANCHERA MASSACRE 

To make a long story short, three men were ultimately hanged on that tree within a week. These deaths were because all three men were accused of being part of the group of banditos who went on a killing spree in lower Rancheria on August 5, 1855.  First an unidentified Mexican was hanged on August 8th, then Manuel Garcia was hanged on August 9th, and finally the last man ever to be hanged on the Hanging Tree, Rafael Escobar was hanged on August 15, 1855.  (To read about Rafael's death, click on Part 3 here.)

Finally, the Hanging Tree met its own demise on August 23, 1862 when the "Great Fire" raged through Jackson, taking almost everything along with it. Only a few buildings survived that fire, and after the smoke cleared and the ashes settled, that Hangman's Tree was a charred fragment of what it once was. It was soon after cut down.

Many years later, on July 24, 1937, the Ursula Parlor No. 1 of the Native Daughters of the Golden West, had a plaque put in on Main Street marking the general area where that Hanging Tree once stood.


Conclusion

In ending, as you may have noticed, I cited much of Larry Cenotto's research within this blog.  I felt there was no better way to honor him than by sharing his research. Larry Cenotto was a huge inspiration for me personally in my quest to be a historical journalist and writer in my own life. In fact, had it not been for Larry Cenotto's personal advice to me to publish my work, I would never have published my first book "Behind the Walls." Since then, I have published four historical non-fiction books, all having some tie to Amador County history.

Although Larry passed away on October 7, 2012, the legacy he left the world, his work and his passion for history, lives on indefinitely as long as we keep reading and researching. Since the 1970's he spent time founding what is now the Amador County Archives, taking on the position as Archivist for nearly 30 years and contributing his knowledge of county history in newspaper columns for many years as well as publishing his works in paper form through books and travel booklets. Nearly every story you research nowadays regarding Amador County history, it is likely you will find something mentioning Larry in it. Meaning he either wrote about it, or he archived it! He truly was a treasure that not only saved this county's history from possible oblivion, but also preserved it for future generations to enjoy. And after all, preserving our history for posterity meant a lot to Larry. I know because he told me so, when he encouraged me to publish my blogs in book form.

In 2017, a plaque was erected on the side of the National Hotel, just steps away from where that Hanging Tree once stood, that pays tribute to Larry, forever sealing his story within the pages of the same Amador County history that he knew and loved so much. What a fitting tribute to Amador County's greatest historian.




(Copyright 2019 - J'aime Rubio, www.jaimerubiowriter.com)

Sunday, August 18, 2019

Eliza's Lonesome Grave -- Amador County History



Perched on top of the hillside of Jackson on Church Street rests the home of Armstead C. Brown. Constructed for one of Amador County's oldest and important early pioneers, the home itself was built in 1859. It survived the great fire of 1862, which burned many of the buildings in Jackson, including the National Hotel and the old Hangman's tree on Main Street, but A.C. Brown's home, being situated on top of the great hill near the cemetery was saved. It has stood there now for over 160 years, and it is still just as beautiful as ever. I just didn't realize until recently, that property has a history that is older than the home that sits on it.

I have been visiting this home off and on for many years, ever since I was a child, since it has been the Amador County Museum for many, many years.  I had always been drawn to it, but I didn't realize until years later, as an adult, that there was a lonesome grave on the north side of the property. When I inquired about it inside the museum, the docent explained that the wife of a friend of A.C. Brown was staying there, and the young woman had died in childbirth, so the family buried her in their yard. 

I visited the grave with sad thoughts in my mind, imagining how her last moments must have been, in agony giving birth and then passing on along with her child at such a young age. Given the fact I hadn't been told a lot about the circumstances of this young woman's death, I simply assumed she had died in the house, since the story told to me was vague.

Well, I was just up there this weekend again, and while Roland was visiting Hein's estate sale down the hill, I ventured up to the museum all by my lonesome to visit Eliza. While I was there, I took in the beautiful atmosphere all around me:  the breeze, the cool shade of the trees and the fragrance of the plants in the air. I felt safe, secure and at peace. 

As I was walking back towards my car, I thought to myself, "this is such a beautiful spot, like going back to a simpler place in time." Within moments Roland surprised me walking up the cement staircase to the property and we sat there at a picnic table under the shade of the tall trees. I told him that this property is "one of my favorite places in Jackson."  I also mentioned that if it were just a regular home, and if I was rich, I would want to buy it and live in it because I love the feeling I get on the property itself! (It's funny that I said that and I will get to that reason in a moment.)

So I went home and uploaded my photos, got busy with researching Eliza's story further. Well, just as I had stated before, the house on that property was built in 1859. I didn't know that initially, it wasn't until digging deeper into my research. That was when it dawned on me, "Eliza died in 1856!"
That was three years before the home was built.

According to the Amador Dispatch, Eliza did in fact die during childbirth, but apparently she didn't die on the property itself. It says she was buried on the Brown's property on a "small knoll." 

Eliza was the wife of Leon Sompayrac, a native of France, who was not only a jeweler by trade, but also one of the original Trustees of Jackson when the town was first established, as well as a founding member of the Grand Jury. Not much is known about Eliza except that her maiden name was Hart, and she was born July 25, 1835. I could not find a marriage record, nor could I find any record of where Eliza was born or who her parents were. 



Eliza's grave itself was constructed by brick and covered with iron doors from her husband's jewelry shop. If you visit Eliza's grave (or above-ground crypt) now, you will see there are no iron doors, so either they were removed later or stolen. All that is left is the brick structure and an ornamental iron fencing around part of it, where wandering vines of ivy have crept through and grown quite beautifully around it. 

Her marker is a little confusing, because the top part reads:  "Eliza Hart, Born July 25, 1835"
While the bottom part reads: "Eliza Sompayrac, Died May 31, 1856." (both of which are two separate pieces of stone attached to the above-ground crypt). 

I searched the only newspaper of the time, the Volcano Weekly Ledger for an obituary or death notice but I found no mention of Eliza's passing. Sadly, it appears that it didn't make the newspapers back then. In newer archived articles of the Amador Ledger Dispatch, there are mentions of Eliza's passing, and the "Friends of the Amador County Museum" sponsored an annual Memorial Day Celebration at Eliza's grave back in 1986. The ceremony took place at 11 a.m. on Sunday, May 25.  The article also stated that the group decided to honor Eliza on her 130th anniversary of her death, and that Eliza died "close to what would later become Memorial Day" and she "was buried on a spot she had loved in life, which was near the site on which A.C. Brown would later build his house."

So, Eliza wasn't buried there because of dying on the property. In fact, there is no documentation that I am aware of that states where she died, although we know it was somewhere in Jackson. However, it was noted that A.C. Brown had her buried on the spot that she "had loved in life."  This obviously means she loved and appreciated that beautiful hillside, just as I do, and it must have been so apparent that she loved that spot so much, that her husband and his best friend A.C. Brown, picked the very best spot that she would want to be buried: right there on that hillside. 

Unfortunately, there have been sheds and structures built around her grave over the years, so the view she once saw is not the view we see today. But if you visit the Amador County Museum and you walk that property, you will feel what Eliza felt. The same feeling that I get when I visit, too. It is a sort of soothing calmness that sets over you, and you feel at peace. 

After Eliza and her baby passed away, her husband eventually moved back to France. There are news advertisements for Leon Sompayrac's business "Fixury & Company" which he co-owned with Mr. Fixury, closing by mutual consent, and a notice in August of 1857, stating that he would be moving out of the country by August 20, 1857 and any debts owed to him that were not paid by that date would be cause for him to sue. It appears that Leon never came back to the states.

And so, Eliza and her baby rest peacefully in one of the most serene spots in all of Jackson while the world has continued to go on for the past 163 years, mostly forgetting that she is even there. With that, let's remember Eliza (and her unborn child) and their final resting place, so they will be forgotten no more. 


(Copyright 2019 - J'aime Rubio,  www.jaimerubiowriter.com) 

Sources:
Volcano Weekly Ledger, August 15, 1857
Amador Dispatch, February 3, 1966
Amador Ledger Dispatch, May 14, 1986
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Sunday, August 11, 2019

Jackson's Forgotten Cemetery



The city of Jackson, located in Amador County is one of the most beautiful and historic areas in the gold country of the Sierra Nevada mountains. A place where history can be found literally everywhere you look, and step. It's no wonder then that even the simplest places could hide a story, and a history, time itself has forgotten. Located just outside of town sits an old, abandoned cemetery. A sad and lonely space of land, bedraggled and overgrown with weeds, rocks, dirt and debris, this cemetery is truly an archaic reminder of those departed souls who pioneered this land long before us.
Memorial Plaque

The cemetery, so small if you blink you will literally pass it, has proven to elude many citizens in this county for years. Honestly, I didn't even realize the cemetery was there at all, until recently when I spoke with my friend Amy Doran. It was then that I learned of this very unique and special place. You see, Amy drives down Jackson Gate road every day to and from work, and she contacted me to ask if I knew anything about the small cemetery on the side of the road with one lone grave. She wanted to know who was buried there, and why was it so neglected? It seemed abandoned and very gloomy, and immediately I was intrigued. I didn't know of a separate cemetery on Jackson Gate Road, so I did some digging and came up with some very interesting history.

First off, before Amador County was established in 1854 it once was considered a part of Calaveras County. So I am assuming that the burials on this plot of land were considered residents of Calaveras when they died, because this cemetery appears to pre-date Amador County itself. From what I could find, there aren't a lot of records, if any, that tell us who might be buried under that hallowed ground except for one burial, Thomas Tormey.

Thomas Tormey's lone marker


The lone standing marker, which is said to be the oldest burial marker in all of Amador County, sits weather beaten and worn by time and the elements. It once read: "Thomas Tormey, native of Ireland, died October 9, 1850."  Thomas was about 29 years old, so his year of birth should be about 1821. Not much more is known about Thomas, such as how he died and if he had any family in the area. Unfortunately, there were no local newspapers that I can find in circulation in the area back then, thus no obituaries available since the Volcano Weekly Ledger (Amador County's first newspaper) didn't even begin until October of 1855, and the Calaveras Chronicle started a year after Tormey's death in 1851.

After making a small post on my Facebook, several friends wanted to get involved in the hunt to find out who Thomas was, and where he came from.

Friend and fellow genealogist, Debbie Lowe Myers found an immigration record for a "Thomas Tormey" from Ireland, born in 1821, who landed in New York on July 18, 1849. He also came with a Mary Tormey, age 21. Could this be our Thomas? It is possible, but there really is no way to tell for sure.

I did find a notice in the Daily Crescent newspaper in New Orleans dated January 4, 1850 noting that there was a letter for Thomas Tormey waiting at the post office for him to pick up. Could Thomas Tormey have traveled from New York to New Orleans in order to take a steamer to Panama, via the Isthmus and traveled to California? Well, we know he had to have come one way or another, and at that time period, you usually crossed the Isthmus or took a ship around the Horn. But again, since I couldn't locate his name on any of the ships manifests to San Francisco, I cannot confirm how he got to California. He could have came over the mountain range via a wagon train, which was also another way settlers managed their way to the west.

Then another Facebook friend and fellow genealogist, Sharon Healey Bartholomew found a Thomas Tormey born in 1818 in Westmeath, Ireland, the son of Bridget and Edward. Who died on October 11, 1850 in California at the age of 32. Could this be our Thomas?

Besides Thomas being buried at the cemetery, past archived records of the Ledger Dispatch state that in all there are about 30 burials on that piece of land. Again, there is no mention on the plaque outside of the cemetery of who is buried there or how they died; however, the fact that the land belongs or belonged to the Perano family, and being that there are numerous amounts of Perano's buried at other cemeteries in the area, it leads me to believe other earlier members of the Perano family were more than likely buried here in their own family cemetery.

Again, as I mentioned before, back in 1997, 1998, 2003 and 2004 there were articles in the Ledger Dispatch that mentioned an effort to restore and preserve the cemetery.

The Jackson Cemetery Committee along with the Perano family and others such as:
Jackson's Womens Club, Stan Lukowicz, Margaret Dalton, Ralph Merzlak, H. Gordon Miller, Al Nunes, Brian Drake, Terry Watson, Les Miller, Roark Weber and Warden Mike Knowles and his work crew at Mule Creek Prison all got involved to make this happen.

Sadly, time went on, and with it went the drive to keep this cemetery maintained. Since then, people have passed on, others became busy with their own businesses and lives, and little by little the cemetery became forgotten once again. My hope is that this time the community will work together to not only restore the cemetery once and for all, but keep it preserved.

Thomas Tormey deserves a proper headstone marking his grave and all the other forgotten ones buried within the property should be mentioned on some sort of memorial marker as well. It is my hope that we can make this happen somehow, some way.

I have recently contacted several people at the Ledger Dispatch as well as a reporter at the Sierra Lodestar. I am waiting to hear back from them, and maybe we can get the ball rolling with some attention being brought back to the cemetery again.  I also plan on contacting the City Cemetery Committee at City Hall as well as the local Boy Scouts, Masons, Odd Fellows and the local VFW Hall to see if any of these groups would be willing to join in on the effort to preserve what should be known as Amador County's oldest cemetery. Hopefully this idea will get the community's attention and action can be taken to move forward and honor these forgotten ones buried and abandoned for far too long.

(Copyright 2019 - J'aime Rubio  www.jaimerubiowriter.com)


Old photo of Thomas' marker when you could read the writing on it. 

Thomas' marker today. Worn and weather-beaten. 

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Deaths At The Kennedy Mine

Kennedy Mine, Jackson, California


Last year, I wrote a brief history of both the Argonaut and Kennedy Mines located in the historic gold country town of Jackson, California. I have lived in Amador County at different times in my childhood and teenage years, and even during my adulthood.  I have always been passionate about local history and Amador County is has plenty of history just waiting to be told.

A lot has been written about the Argonaut Mine, especially due to the Argonaut Mine Disaster of 1922.

To learn about each of the miners who are buried at the Jackson City Cemetery please check out the video below: 



Back to the Kennedy Mine

Because the Kennedy Mine did not gain a lot of publicity for any large mining disaster like the Argonaut did, most of the history written about it is brief. No one had ever written about the various deaths that took place there, besides the newspapers mentioning these events at the time they occurred, until I wrote a blog about it last year.

Even though there have been many deaths at the Kennedy, the only mention of some of these fallen miners are scattered between the pages of archived newspapers just waiting to be retold. I wanted to share with you some of the details of the deaths that I have uncovered over time, like I mentioned in my last blog, but this time with copies of those newspaper clippings so you can read the headlines for yourself. As my research allows I will continually update this blog with more names, newspaper clippings and photos of grave sites for these forgotten souls. So far I have uncovered 43 deaths and counting.


(Note: click on each photo to enlarge)


David De Ricci 

On March 15, 1902, miner David De Ricci made a misstep, falling backward down into the east shaft 2,600 feet. “In his descent, his arms, legs, the back portion of his head and every vestige of clothes were torn from his body.”—

Los Angeles Herald, 3/16/1902




Francisco Giovannoni 
May 26, 1902 -- "A miner named Francisco Giovanoni [SIC] lost his life at the Kennedy Mine shortly after midnight on the night of May 26. The fatality was purely accidental. It occurred at the 2300 foot level of the north shaft. There were from fifteen to twenty men around there at the time. A plank 18 inches wide was in position for the men to walk to and from the shaft, and below this was a chasm thirty feet deep, made by the excavation of ore. Deceased was in the act of carrying the lunch bucket to the station when he was seen to make the fatal step off the planking, and fell to the bottom of the chute.”—Amador Ledger, May 30, 1902.

Amador Ledger, 5/30/1902


Walter Williams

June 12, 1902 - 30 year old Walter Williams was instantly killed when about 200 feet from the top of the shaft, his body came in contact with a shaft timber. He was caught on it and dragged out of the skip. His head and body were crushed between the skip and timbers. His companions C. Parker and B. Allison could not explain how the accident happened because the shaft was so dark. Williams had only worked at the mine three weeks and was new to the area. No one knew where he came from and he had no family to contact. All that was known was that he was a member of the Knights of the Pythias and was living with Henry Osborne at Kennedy Flat.

Amador Ledger, 6/13/1902

Edward Hallam

March 6, 1905 – Edward Hallam was killed at the Kennedy Mine today. He was descending a shaft from the 2400 foot level when a skip came down in another compartment. It is believed he got scared and let go his hold. He fell, breaking his neck.” – Los Angeles Herald, March 7, 1905

Los Angeles Herald, 3/7/1905
Luigi Reviera

December 7, 1909, Italian immigrant Luigi Reviera was crushed to death by several tons of rock falling on him while working at the 3,150 level of the mine with Fred Hicks. Engaged in placing a butt cap in the hanging wall above the tunnel timbers, the rocks gave way and a huge slab came down on him, killing him instantly.




Amador Ledger, 12/10/1909



James Baldwin

On February 27, 1911, James Baldwin was crushed to death while working at the 3400 level of the mine.  Baldwin and his co-workers were told to be careful working in the area that had been blasted earlier. While cleaning out the loose dirt a large mass of rock fell from above, crushing him.  Baldwin’s helper claimed he could hear Baldwin hollering that he was stuck, but given the massive amount of rock and dirt that covered him, the coroner felt death was almost instantaneous.


Amador Ledger, 3/3/1911
Janko Acimovich & Maksim Rupar


November 17, 1913 – Miners, Maksim Rupar and Janko Acimovich died from a premature explosion while in the mine shaft.  Janko Acimovich is buried at St. Sava Serbian Orthodox Cemetery in Jackson.  To read more about this story please click on the link to the story here:  Explosion at 3000 ft.- Accidental Deaths at the Kennedy Mine

Sacramento Union, 5/2/1914


Mike Vijovich

Mike Vijovich died in 1916, after falling 300 feet down a shaft. After straightening a mine can that had fallen on its side, he lost his footing and slipped. 

Sac Union, 6/14/1916


William Harvey & A. Targo

On December 20, 1915, the timber boss William Harvey and A Targo both met their death when they fell down the main shaft of the mine, a total of 3,900 feet.  According to the newspaper accounts, Harvey had been working in compartment 37 since 8 o’clock in the morning. As he was descending a ladder at the entrance of the shaft he became dizzy and slipped, falling. As his body was going down the shaft, just below was A. Targo, who was standing on the edge of the shaft. Harvey’s body smacked Targo’s knocking him off the edge and down the shaft with Harvey. Both died and their bodies were “badly mangled.”




Press Democrat, 12/21/1915



Peter Garcia, Liberto Mendez and Sam Martinez

On February 13, 1932, after setting up over 46 holes with dynamite (with too short of fuse) and not allowing themselves ample time to light the fuses and leave the area to safety, four men went on to spit the fuse, and by the time they lit the last fuse, the first one went off setting into motion an horrific explosion and ultimately killing three of them. Two were buried by the explosion, Garcia and Martinez dying immediately. Mendes was rescued along with the fourth miner, Felix Achavan, who were both taken to the hospital at the Preston School of Industry, but Mendez later died of his injuries. Achavan was the lone survivor of that terrible accident. 

Colusa Herald,  2/13/1932



(Copyright 2017 & 2018- J'aime Rubio, www.jaimerubiowriter.com  )


Sources: 
Los Angeles Herald, March 16, 1902
Amador Ledger, May 30, 1902
Amador Ledger, June 13, 1902
Los Angeles Herald, March 7, 1905
Amador Ledger, December 10, 1909
Amador Ledger, March 3, 1911
Sacramento Union, May 2, 1914
Press Democrat, December 21, 1915
Sacramento Union, June 14, 1916