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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

 

 

 

 

Monday, November 30, 2020

The Mystery on Zeyn Street - The Death of Enid Rimpau

  


"Chapter 1--

Nestled in the quaint historic district of Anaheim, sits a majestic home originally constructed for a member of the Rimpau family, one of Anaheim’s earliest families.  Designed in 1915, by architect, Charles Trudeau, the home was a wedding gift from Theodore “Robert”  Rimpau to his new bride, Enid. Their love story has been shrouded in just about as much mystery as the tragic events that took place in the home itself. 

 “Robert,” as he was best known, was born on October 11, 1882, to parents Adolph Rimpau and Natalia Carillo. His legal name was Theodore R. Rimpau, no doubt named after his paternal grandfather,  an Anaheim pioneer.  Enid Williams was born in Pueblo, Colorado, sometime in February of 1892, to parents William S. Williams and Catherine Ferguson.  Enid’s father was originally from Boston, Massachusetts, while her mother was a native of Ohio. 

             Some point after the turn of the 20th century, the Williams family moved to California, settling in Los Angeles.  Enid’s mother, Catharine eventually separated from her husband after the move to California. The 1910 Census shows that Catharine and Enid were listed as one household. Enid, who was barely 18 years of age, was listed as “single,” while her mother was listed as a “widow.”

Why Catharine listed herself as a widow we will never know for certain.  More than likely Catharine did not want to explain why she was still married but living alone, given the time period. Although the census did not show Enid as having any occupation, her mother was listed as a “promoter” for a mining company.

It appears that Enid wouldn’t stay with her mother for very long, as records indicate that she married Charles Stone of Glendale, at the courthouse in Santa Ana, on September 21, 1910.  Some newspapers of the time state that the couple lived in Long Beach during their marriage. Within a year, Enid could see that she had made a huge mistake.  Charles’ “intemperate habits” were cause enough for Enid to file for a divorce in 1913, when she finally left.

Enid wanted a fresh start, as far away from Charles as she could travel.  Given the fact that she watched her own mother show strength and independence by leaving her own husband during the early part of the 20th century, must have given Enid the gumption to venture out into the world on her own, knowing she could do it, too.  But where would young Enid go?

On July 31, 1914, Enid’s divorce decree was finalized, and she became a free woman again. The small, newly settled town of Anaheim, famous for their citrus trees and walnuts, seemed to be just what Enid needed to start over.  Once she settled in, she took on two jobs to support herself.

First, she worked at Weber’s bookstore and then also at the millinery store, which designed hats.  It is unknown when exactly she met Robert Rimpau, but I assume she must have crossed his path at some point during a visit to Miles Grocery store, where he worked as head clerk.

Enid was thought of as attractive, with a “sunny disposition and pleasing manners,” and one who easily became friends with anyone that she met.  It didn’t take long before Robert wished to court Enid and propose marriage.  As a gift to his future bride, Robert Rimpau hired architect Charles Trudeau to design “one of the finest dwellings” in Anaheim, according to an archived newspaper clipping provided to me by long time Anaheim resident and history enthusiast, John Marshall. The house, located at 503 N. Zeyn Street, reportedly cost Robert Rimpau $3,000.00 to construct.

The pair were married on July 5, 1915, in Anaheim, and moved into their beautiful new home shortly thereafter.  Its grand décor and impeccable design was built to please Enid. From the exquisitely constructed staircase and ornate light fixtures in the entry way, to the built in bookcases and romantic fireplace in the sitting room, every detail showed that Robert Rimpau spared no expense to make his new bride happy. 

             A shocking event took place on Sunday, October 17, 1915. Enid and Robert Rimpau attended mass at St. Boniface church, where they then departed separately after the services. Robert claimed he had some errands to run, so Enid went home by herself.  After returning home within an hour, Robert stated that he came to find his wife dying from poison.  He called several doctors to the home, and the first to arrive was Dr. Truxaw. 

 The doctor believed that she was already too far gone from cyanide poisoning and there was nothing that he could do to reverse the effects, and so Enid passed away. Dr. Truxaw ascertained that the vial used to poison Enid was still quite full, enough to kill several more people. 

According to the Santa Ana Register, Enid was found in an upstairs bedroom, along with a suicide note that read, “I am a failure. God forgive me and bless you.”   There was no “official”  inquest done on her death, therefore no one verified as to whether or not the alleged suicide note was even written in Enid’s own hand.                                                                                              

 The newspapers reported her death according to Coroner Winbigler’s statement, ruling it a suicide without allowing a proper investigation into her death, and virtually smearing her name as having gone “temporarily insane.”   The Santa Ana Register stated that for several weeks Enid had shown signs of despondency and melancholia leading up to her death.  The Anaheim Gazette  also claimed that Enid’s friends stated that “at times she had been morbid and melancholy without any known cause, consequently it is supposed that she was mentally unbalanced.”    

Interestingly though, the same article then goes on to say, “the friends with whom she lived, declared she was always even tempered, independent and self-reliant, and never showed any signs of a diseased mind.”

 It also stated, “friends who saw her in the store Saturday night observed no difference in her demeanor, and many who talked to her after the Sunday morning service declared that she was in her usual spirits at the time.”

Enid was a very independent woman, and even after marrying Robert, she still worked at Weber’s bookstore.  Yes, she had made remarks that she was alone a lot and that she would rather be working than be alone at the house, meaning that her husband was not spending much time with her. That didn’t necessarily mean she was suicidal. It just meant she was lonely at home, and perhaps she missed her husband.

An insurance man by the name Al Nowotny came forward claiming that just days before Enid died, she had asked him if a life insurance policy would pay out in the event of a suicide. He explained that it would not pay out unless an entire year had lapsed.

If such a conversation had taken place, why would she have decided to go through with the act of killing herself, especially if more than likely any insurance policy she may have had might not have covered her suicide?  There was never any mention as to whether or not Enid even had a life insurance policy to begin with. This tidbit of information published in the newspapers seemed even more strange.

             After Enid died, her body was taken to Backs and Terry’s Undertaking to be prepared for burial.  Her body was brought over to her father-in-law’s home at 412 E. Center Street, for her viewing.  On Tuesday, October 19, 1915, Enid’s funeral took place at St. Boniface Church, and the eulogy was given by Father Dubbel, the same person who officiated over her wedding just three months earlier.   The Knights of Columbus were in attendance and acted as pall bearers; E.E. Brus, Leo Sheridan, L.B. Webber, Al Erikson and Ben Dauser.

                After the services, Enid was laid to rest in a crypt inside the Anaheim Community Mausoleum at the Anaheim Cemetery, on Sycamore Street. 


        Enid Rimpau is not interred in the Rimpau family crypt as most would assume. The Rimpau family crypt is a private crypt on the grounds of the cemetery.  The Community Mausoleum, where she is interred, is the oldest public mausoleum in the State of California and located at the other end of the cemetery.

                 If you visit Enid’s wall crypt you will find that  the marker on her crypt has the wrong year of birth. You see, Enid fibbed when she married Robert. She was not twenty-two years old, but in fact she was twenty-three. When Enid married Charles Stone, she claimed to be nineteen years old, although she really was eighteen. The census records from 1900 and 1910 verify that she was born in February of 1892, therefore when she died  her age was in fact twenty-three years and eight months.

                 So the question remains, how did Enid meet her demise? Yes, we could believe that she was just so miserable in her life that the only way she could escape was to end it. Unfortunately, I have always had a hard time believing this. Her very character, which was long since established in the community along with her past actions in life, prove that she was not a quitter.

                 She left an abusive husband and started a new life on her own. She worked two jobs to support herself and yet always kept a kind and humble demeanor, making friends with just about everyone she met.  Does that really sound like someone who would just give up? If she was unhappy with her marriage to Robert, what was stopping her from leaving him?

Considering the theory that Enid didn’t kill herself,  then who poisoned her? I have often wondered what the Rimpau family thought of Enid. Could it have been someone within in the Rimpau family, who may not have approved of Robert marrying a divorcée ? Maybe it was even her own husband, Robert Rimpau. Another thought, possibly it wasn’t the Rimpau’s at all, but perhaps her ex-husband Charles who may have caused her death?

Had someone poisoned her, then how was it done?  Was she forced to swallow the cyanide or did she drink unknowingly, such as from a glass laced with poison? If she was poisoned that way, the killer would have probably taken the small vial of poison and conveniently placed it near her along with a “suicide note,”  to make the scene believable as to not draw suspicion. 

            If Enid was truly suicidal, wouldn’t she have downed the entire vial, to guarantee her death was sure and fast? But instead she lingered, and died in a most horrible way.

            Another possibility is that when attempting to commit suicide, after tasting  the foul poison on her palate, she found that she couldn’t compel herself to drink any more, leaving the vial still quite full, but having ingested enough to be a fatal dose. I have come to the conclusion that there is no way to know for certain what exactly happened that day in 1915. Enid took those answers with her to the grave.

            The current owners of the house, Tracey Drennan and Thomas Gaul, came across the history of home while searching the address on the internet. They had looked at over 40 houses on the market before they came across the Rimpau House. After doing a search on Google, they came across my original blog on Enid’s story.  The couple later made contact with me. They revealed that it was Enid’s story that intrigued them even more and consequently convinced them that the house was the perfect home for them!

“The house was in bad shape,”  Drennan recalled.  “It had such a sad character about it. It had been neglected and damaged by the previous owners, but it was love at first sight for us. We knew there had to be a lot of restoration involved, but we appreciated the history behind the home and saw the potential in what it could become again. We closed in December of 2013, and moved in March of 2014.” 

Although a great portion of the home had been neglected for so many years, Tracey mentioned that parts of the home were still intact, such as the closet under her staircase which still has the home’s original wallpaper.

             Tracey and her husband, Thomas bought the home through Anaheim’s famed realtor Meghan Shigo, who specializes in the town’s historic homes. Keeping the homes  historically accurate and preserved is part of the Mills Act Program which Megan is very passionate about. Through the Mills Act, the current owners have restored the Rimpau house to its original grandeur, once again breathing life back into this beautiful home.

                I remember seeing the house on Zeyn Street many times while riding in the backseat of my mother’s Oldsmobile when I was just a child. Even just in a passing glance on a trip to the park, the house seemed to lure me in, though I never knew there was a story to discover hidden behind its very walls.  It wasn’t until I was an adult, and a mother myself, that I noticed the house again on a trip with my children to Pearson Park.

              I felt that yearning to explore the home once again. I asked my grandfather, George Mac Laren, about it and he directed me to the Anaheim Library to do some investigating. It was there that I satisfied my curiosity and unraveled a mystery. I fell in love with the home, just the same as the current owners. There is a certain air of mystery and familiarity that has always drawn me to the Rimpau home.

Enid’s death was my very first in-depth historical investigation which spiraled me into the world of historical investigative writing that I am known for today. In many ways,  Enid is responsible for pushing me in that very direction. Although she never knew that her life, or tragic death, would in turn, change someone else’s life so many years later.

          The desire that ignited inside of me and the drive that fueled my tenacity to research, all started as one tiny spark that lit into a flame. That spark started when I became enamored by the home at 503 N. Zeyn Street and grew as I learned of the tragedy of Enid Rimpau’s mysterious death.  With that in mind, I felt it was only right that Enid’s story be my very first chapter in my book, so that she no longer remains one of the “forgotten.”---

From the book "Stories of the Forgotten: Infamous, Famous & Unremembered," by J'aime Rubio (Copyright 2016).  

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Tuesday, April 7, 2020

Historic Rocklin death a puzzle for early pathologists

Photo Credit: William Tatum 



There was a chill in the air on a cold December day in 1891 when a coworker of Albert Bertelsen came calling at his home two miles east of Rocklin. Bertelsen’s friend knocked and, after no response, entered inside to stumble upon a corpse sprawled across the floor.

Bertelsen had lived on a ranch near the Lee Drift Mine. According to the Sacramento Daily Union newspaper, clues around his homestead suggested that he might have been attacked outside. His wounds appeared to have been caused by buck shot from a gun hitting his face, chest and the side of his body. The marks on the ground also led the authorities to wonder if he had then been dragged into his home.

The citizens of Rocklin wanted to know who could have done this? And why? Newspapers all around Placer and Sacramento counties ran with the story, detailing the condition of Bertelsen’s body and creating a community mystery around the question of foul play.

A native of Denmark, Bertelsen was born in 1850. He immigrated to the United States in the late 1860s. A decade later, he was living in Lincoln and working on a farm. State records show that on Feb. 21, 1872 he filed an official “Declaration of Intention” to become a U.S. citizen. Bertelsen soon married Jane Gray of Coloma. The two remained together for nearly 14 years until tragedy struck and Jane passed away. 
Photo Credit: Little Orange in the Big Apple

The cause of her death is not recorded, though documents confirm she was brought to the Siebenthaler Home for funeral services at 20th Street in Sacramento, and was later taken to the Masonic Cemetery for burial. Bertelsen worked managing the Lee Mine at the time. Just weeks before his own death, Bertelsen quit his longstanding position and went to work at the local quarry. It was his failure to show up to this particular job that prompted his friend to come over and make the grisly discovery.

Questions continued to swirl around the topic of whether Bertelsen was murdered. After investigating, the coroner shocked many in the community by ruling the death “accidental.”  Archives from the Placer County Herald newspaper shed light on what apparently took place that cold December day. It seems that around the one-year anniversary of Jane’s death, Bertelsen decided to start removing the tree stumps from his property by blowing them up.

The coroner ascertained that he was using blasting powder while working in the field, and somehow ignited an explosion prematurely. Bertelsen was hit by the force of the blast. Not dying immediately, he dragged himself back to his house. Closer examination of his body proved that it was gravel and dirt debris that was embedded deep in his skin rather than buck shot. The fact that it took several days before his body was found, and its state of decomposition, suggests Bertelsen might have been killed on the one-year anniversary of his beloved wife’s death. His longtime friend Phillip Siebenthaler traveled to Rocklin to recover his body and bring it back to Sacramento to be buried next to Jane at the Masonic Cemetery. Unfortunately, Bertelsen doesn’t have a marker or headstone, but grave maps show he is next to his wife in Section H, Block 60.

In the end, what was originally believed to be a murder turned out to be a terrible accident; but if Bertelsen did actually die on the anniversary of his wife’s passing, some may wonder if it was entirely a coincidence. Could the ranch manager have been so caught up in his emotions that day he made a careless mistake? The only thing that is known for sure is that he and his wife were reunited once and for all at their final resting place.

Photo Credit: Lin McNamara

(Originally published on August 7, 2015 in the Placer Herald)

Publisher/Editor's Notes: This is one of a series of articles that I wrote for the Roseville Press-Tribune/Placer Herald several years back when I used to write the historical articles for them.  According to my old editor, since I wrote the content I can repost the articles. I have also obtained permission by Gold Country Media a few years back to republish my stories, too. 

Photo credits to: Lin McNamara (Findagrave), Little Orange in the Big Apple (Findagrave) and William Tatum (Findagrave). 

Extra Sources:
Sac Daily Union—December 9, 1891

Sac Daily Union- December 8, 1891