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

 

 

 

 

Thursday, November 11, 2021

History of the Banta Inn - Separating Fact from Fiction


I had been hearing for years about this allegedly haunted spot near Tracy, California known as the Banta Inn. There are all sorts of write-ups online about it, and even a few books that mention the location as well. With each telling and retelling of the story, it is apparent that 99% of the people who have published about the Banta Inn have just regurgitated the same story they got from somebody else. Sadly, most people are notorious for this and it doesn't help the location by continuing to tell incorrect history about it.

So, a few years back my fiance and I headed out to Banta, a small town just outside of Tracy, to check out this "haunted" Banta Inn. From the exterior, it just looks like an old bar. Nothing special. But, when you get inside, it truly is a really cool place. The bar has dollar bills hanging from the ceiling, and old decor that you would seen in an old dive. The atmosphere inside alone was something worth taking note of. We sat down in the cafe area towards the back, and I sipped on a Shirley Temple as the waitress was kind enough to bring us a folder of newspaper clippings, not of historic value, but of ghost stories having been published in recent years. We enjoyed our quiet time, as we were the only patrons there that afternoon, and we walked around taking photos and just soaking up the atmosphere for a little while. 

By the time we stepped out of there, I was determined to find out the true history of this historic location and it has been my mission to do this ever since.




So, what is the true history of this location?

Well, let's start out with the legends and lore that have been circulating for a very long time, and then I will get to the truth.

To begin, if you go over to the "Historical Marker Database" online it says:

"Originally built as a two storey saloon / sporting house in 1879 by Frank Gallegos, reputed former member of Joaquin Murrieta's band. The inn has continued as a saloon to this day.

The inn suffered a major fire in 1937 and was rebuilt retaining some of the original timbers. The inn remained in the Gallegos family until 1981. It was then sold by the youngest daughter of Frank Gallegos, Jenny Gukan, when she was 92 years old.

The inn is also alleged to be haunted by the spirit of the late Tony Gukan, third husband of Jenny Gukan."  

This historical marker was erected in 1989 by E Clampus Vitus Tuleburgh Chapter #69.

So, is any of this information on the very plaque that is attached to the building correct? 

Sadly, No.

For one, Frank Gallego (not Gallegos) was born in 1863, a whole 10 years AFTER Joaquin Murrieta had been allegedly beheaded by Harry Love. So, unless the ghost of Joaquin Murrieta was coming around when Frank was in diapers, I truly doubt they hung out together. 

The establishment in Banta was also built in 1897, NOT 1879. Again, facts people, FACTS!!

There was also NO FIRE that burned the building either, but we will get into that in just a bit.

According to the book, History of San Joaquin County,by George Tinkham, the biography he wrote about Frank Gallego reads: 

"Another strong advocate of irrigation, whose success in ranching has given force to his arguments as to one of the most vital of all needs in parts of California, is Frank Gallego, the popular and wide-awake merchant of Banta.  

A native son, he was born at Pleasanton, Alameda County, on September 24, 1862, the youngest son of Anselmo Gallego, a native of the City of Mexico, who came to California in the great Argonaut year of 1849.  He settled in Pleasanton Valley and became prominent as a stockman, trying his luck in the mines of that period.  His paternal ancestors were subjects of the Crown of Spain, and he inherited much that anyone might envy.  The father married Juanita Carrasco, a native also of the City of Mexico, and a charming and accomplished lady.  These worthy parents made a splendid record.  Both are now deceased, having passed away at Banta in 1887.

And there, Frank Gallego grew to maturity, and became a rider on the range of his father; and when his parents died, he continued near Banta until 1897, farming to grain and stock.  Mr. Gallego was married to Miss Bernal, a daughter of Antonio Bernal, and a descendant of Don Bruno Bernal of San Jose de Guadalupe, and owner of the Rancho Santa Teresa; and two children were born to them:  Juanita has become the wife of Paul de Ranga, and they have one daughter, and reside at Stockton; and there also Antonio resides.  Mrs. Gallego died at San Jose in 1893, and Mr. Gallego’s second marriage united him with Miss Refugia Ortega, a sister of Mrs. John A. Fellom, Sr., of Gilroy.  She was born at San Ysidro, received a good education at St. Mary’s Convent, Gilroy, and was married in 1895.  Now she is the mother of one son, Anselmo R., who is employed by the Southern Pacific Railway at Tracy, and resides at Banta.  Mr. Gallego is a Republican.  He is a member of the I. D. E. S. at Stockton.

In 1897 Mr. Gallego removed to Banta, and there he now conducts a soft-drink parlor, and also owns and manages much good realty, including his residence.  He has 120 acres adjoining Banta on the south, and there he has installed a complete irrigation plant, greatly improving the property, which he operates himself as a grain and alfalfa farm.

Mr. Gallego’s first business in Banta in the early ‘90s was to operate a sheep-shearing and sheep-dipping camp.  He was a professional sheep shearer, working in California, Nevada and Oregon.  His record was shearing 143 sheep per day, then dancing all night, and shearing as many as the next day.  He made this record at Firebaugh, Fresno County, when he worked for Miller & Lux.  His excellent wife kept a boarding house in Banta for eighteen years and was in every way a true and loyal helpmate to her husband."--- 

So you see, Frank Gallego was NOT a friend of Joaquin Murrieta, and his tavern was not built in 1879, but instead 1897. That is a huge difference. Also, his family were respectable people within the community, and the reason I point that out is because another one of the "rumors" surrounding the Banta Inn, goes back to prostitution, involvement with the mob during prohibition and even just a bad element of people coming in and out. And that couldn't be further from the truth. There is no way, this decent and honorable, hard working family-run business would be associated with such things, and it is not only a disrespect but an insult to insinuate anything of the sort.

The refreshment parlor was originally known as "Cool Corners" before later becoming known as the Banta Inn in 1937.

Tracy Press, 10/28/1938
Going back to the lore surrounding the Inn, there are numerous accounts listed where people claim that there was a huge fire that burned the Banta Inn down and during this fire, a woman and child were trapped inside and died. This is also FALSE. 

The Banta Inn never burned down. I scoured all of the archived newspapers searching for any shred of evidence of this story, and there was no fire in 1937 and the building did not burn down. 

There was a fire in the town of Banta on October 22, 1938, however it didn't come close to the Banta Inn, and only destroyed a warehouse, a storage house and the Canale & Sons Merchandise store. That's it. 

Going back one year to 1937, why did the Gallego family decide to rebuild the Banta? Well, according to the newspaper article dated, April 16, 1937, Frank's son, Sammy, had taken over the proprietorship after Frank passed away in 1934, and Sammy felt the need to tear down the outdated, dilapidated tavern and construct a brand new building.

According to an article in the Tracy Press, it states:

"On a corner lot on the corner of his native town, a lot which had been in the family for many years and which also for many years was occupied by one of the oldest buildings in the community - that old building also belonging to the family of the boy who wen to town  -- the said "boy" is spending his money to express his faith in my home town. The "boy" in the story is none other than A.R. (Sammy) Gallego and the home town is none other than Banta.

Quite a number of years ago "Sammy" was the "blessed event" in the Gallego family, being born not more than 100 feet from where he is now spending his hard-earned cash. But to get on with the story. The first thing to be done was to remove the old building before mentioned and to erect a brand new structure on the site. The new place has been named “The Banta Inn” and now Banta can and does boast of a fine place to eat, and incidentally, to drink, as there is a bar in the front part of the café and everything.

The mere building of the Banta Inn was just a start in the mind of the man spending his money. He had visions of other things and as a result he has already completed (or nearly completed) seven cottages.

Each of the cottages is to have every convenience to be found in most any automobile camp, and some conveniences not found in some camps.

The interior of the places are so arranged as to make every inch of floor space count and to be the most convenient for the occupants. The bed rooms are furnished with Simmons beds, springs and mattresses, the best that money could buy, and the kitchen is supplied with gas plates, and metal cabinets, presenting an exceptionally neat appearance and every convenience.

Six of the cabins are well under way to completion and a gang of men is now busy doing the finishing while other men are at work getting the foundations and frame work of the one under way." ---

The article also mentions how Sammy made his fortune, having started working for the Southern Pacific Railway company for over 13 years, and later venturing off to be a perishable freight agent for Denver & Rio Grande Western Railroad Company and the Missouri Pacific Railroad Company, which his office having been located in the Wells Fargo building in San Francisco.

It also stated that he was such a busy guy juggling so much work, that although he was still the “big boss” at Banta Inn, he hired “Chuck” Holdaway as manager with Mrs. Holdaway acting as the cook at the restaurant.

So you can see, that this place was a jumping spot, and was said to be a pretty classy one at that. There was no seedy element coming into this place and there was no mention of it having been that way before either.

At some point it seems the proprietorship became too much for Sammy (Anselmo Raymond Gallego), so his older sister Juanita "Jennie" Gallego Gukan took over with her husband Anton Gukan. Jennie had married Anton or "Tony" after her first husband, Paul De Ranja
passed away. She and Anton ran the place for many years.

Anton Gukan was born on September 17. 1888. A native of Austria, Gukan married Jennie and settled in Banta. Sadly, just before Christmas on December 28, 1960, Anton passed away on the property. I found this information in a newspaper headline in the Tracy Press, that read  “Banta Café Owner Dies After Heart Attack At Home.”- Dec 30, 1960. Jennie lived for another 26 years before she, too passed away. 



Everyone is buried at the Tracy Cemetery, which I have an interesting story pertaining to this subject. You see, after our visit to the Banta Inn, we decided to head over to the Tracy Cemetery to see if we could find Mr. Gallego and Mr. Gukan. Sure enough, my fiance literally pulled up to the exact spot where Mr. Gukan is buried and parked his car on the driveway. When we got out of the car, there it was. These sorts of things happen to us all the time, but this day it was extra special. 

We wandered the cemetery and we eventually found Mr. Gallego's grave, too. Such a simple marker, for such a hard working patriarch of a great family. 

In the past 40 years or so, the rumors sprang up about the Banta Inn being haunted. Tales of this false fire taking place, killing these imaginary people have sparked interest in the public, especially ghost hunters. Then with the death of Mr. Gukan himself, that threw fuel to the fire, and kept the haunted theories burning.

Sadly though, the people who keep flocking to Banta to investigate either don't research the story thoroughly or they just believe other writers (who obviously didn't either). And with that, the tales of the Banta Inn continue to be told incorrectly.

In the book, "Dinner and Spirits: A Guide to America's Most Haunted Restaurants, Taverns, and Inns" by Robert Wlodarski, he completely tells the story wrong. For one, Jennie didn't come to Banta in 1895, she was only born in 1890. She was just a little girl then. Also, he brings up that pesky fire rumor again, but like I showed you, there are no records whatsoever that the building ever burned down in a fire at all.

If you google haunted Banta Inn, you will find site after site claiming the same old story, but no one has ever really shared the facts behind the location's history and or disproven the myth and lore that has been spread for so many years.

Well, I hope that you enjoyed this deep dive into the history of the Banta Inn. Happy History Hunting!

(Copyright 2021)- J'aime Rubio, www.jaimerubiowriter.com 


Monday, August 30, 2021

Attack At the Maze Hotel - Modesto History


The Ross House, as seen in the book "One Hundred Years"-

In my line of work, over the years I have had to debunk many television program's so-called facts, in order to set a story or two straight, when certain paranormal programs have literally shared false history or inaccurate history of a certain person, place or thing. In a recent episode of "The Dead Files" the program featured a certain costume shop in Modesto that is purported to be haunted. I have known the owner of this shop, Dana Walters for almost a decade, and I have been friends with Eva Foreman, an employee at that shop for just as long, so naturally, when I heard about the upcoming episode I wanted to see what it was all about and just what the "show" was going to say about the location.

Again, I am not a fan of paranormal shows in general, because I can see through the smoke and mirrors, to view it for what it is: blatant sensationalism. Time and time again, as I stated above, I have literally debunked or "fact checked" many of these types of shows over the years, only to reveal the actual stories that they either told completely wrong, or set stories straight when various stories had been fabricated and hadn't even taken place to begin with. So, when the episode brought local history into the mix, I was intrigued to see if the television show actually got it right. (Which in 99% of the cases, they don't).

After watching the episode, and after having taken extensive notes, I went deep diving into the archives in search for the facts behind one particular story that the tv show mentioned regarding Andrew Sorensen. Sorensen was said to be the man who allegedly attacked his wife with a butcher knife and then slit his throat in the Maze Hotel in Modesto. According to this television program, that event was a "possible" cause for what could be the dark energy haunting the shop, since the stars of the show claimed this particular location where this horrific story had occurred was literally within feet of the costume shop itself.

After lengthy research, I have found that although some of the story they told was accurate (to an extent), there was a huge piece of information that was completely inaccurate: 

The Maze Hotel was not even remotely close to the costume shop!

The costume shop is on 7th Street, between L and M Streets, whereas the incidents that took place in 1910 involving the Sorensen's at the Maze Hotel, was located on the corner of 9th and I Street. 

Now that I have cleared up the misinformation that this event in history DID NOT actually take place anywhere near the costume shop, now I am going to give you the history of the Maze Hotel and share with you all the particulars surrounding the incident that took place on December 30, 1910.

History of the Maze Hotel



Originally, the first structure on the corner of 9th and I Streets was The Ross House, which was "for many years Modesto's leading hotel, and the scene of the town's big social soirees. It was built originally in Paradise City by Frank Ross, the man who gave it his name. In 1869, realizing that its days were numbered with the arrival of the railroad in Modesto, Ross sold out to James Cole, who formerly ran a stage station on the way to Sonora." -(A Hundred Years, Modesto 1870-1970)

As the book goes on, it mentions that Cole had the building moved to Modesto on November 20, 1870.  It was moved in two sections, with the second part arriving the following week. 

"The Maze Hotel, mentioned in the Modesto Irrigation Jubilee of 1904 as the headquarters of Governor and Mrs. Pardee and their party, was the name then given to the old Ross House at Ninth and I on the present site of the Claremont Hotel." -- (The Claremont is no more, and it appears that later the site was Mead's Bakery & Restaurant, and even later, it is now a parking lot on the southeast corner, across from McDonald's.)

Google Street View (looking East on I Street/9th Intersection)

The Maze Hotel was owned by none other than the Maze family, a prominent family in Modesto. When they purchased the property and changed the name from the Ross House is unknown to me. I couldn't find that in any of the records I searched. I did however find that the Sweet family managed the property around 1908, before Marie Sorensen decided to jump into the hospitality business and took up as the proprietor of the hotel sometime around 1909.

From the looks of everything I could find in records, newspaper clippings and census records, it appears that Marie Sorensen was very much the social butterfly, and (in my opinion) I believe she was more than likely the dominant one in the relationship. The newspapers noted she was "lively and vivacious", but what really gave it away was the 1910 census record. 

When the census taker listed the couple, they listed Marie as the "Head" of the household. That was not common for that time period. In fact, unless a woman was alone, such as a widow with children she wasn't listed as the head. The husband, or whatever man in the family was always listed as the head of the household, at least back during that time period, anyway. And in this case, Mr. Sorensen took the #2 slot on the census list for their "household." 

This listing alone gave me the impression that Mrs. Sorensen was a very independent person, and didn't think conventionally as the subservient sort of wife. All the newspaper clippings I could find relating to Andrew Sorensen spoke of him as the more quiet, reserved type. Although a later article threw in the idea that he was of the "jealous disposition." 

Marie came from one of Modesto's more prominent families, being the daughter of W. S. Stone. While Andrew also came from another prominent family, his father being M.I. Sorensen, the late Deputy County Recorder. 

Andrew Sorensen, was financially invested in the grocery business, having been working in that field for well over 10 years. By 1909, he was one of the owners of the A. Stiefvater & Co. Store, but sold his interest in it, as well as his interest in the Diamond Grocery Company, in order to help his wife manage the Maze Hotel.

It seems that perhaps they were having some sort of financial troubles, because by August of 1910, Marie Sorensen had decided to tell her landlady, Mrs. Maze that she was no longer going to keep the Maze Hotel open for customers, and instead was planning on running the Plato Hotel which was literally behind the Maze on the other side of the city block on 10th Street. Apparently, Mrs. Maze, the landlady had decided to raise the rent and Mrs. Sorensen decided that she did not want to continue managing the hotel. Still, by December, the Sorensen's were still there, going back and forth between the Maze Hotel and the Plato Hotel, literally having had an "annex" put in between the two properties that connected back to back. 

Interestingly, the Plato Hotel (823 10th Street) was once just an Opera House that was on the 2nd floor of the Plato's Menswear building on 10th Street (just south of I Street). In 1910, Marie Sorensen somehow managed to get proprietorship of this spot when the old hall was converted to a lodging house which consisted of 13 rooms.

It was on December 30, 1910, when the unthinkable occurred. 



According to the Modesto Bee, dated 12/30/1910 it stated:

“While Temporarily Insane Sorensen Makes Murderous Attack Upon His Wife and Then Cuts His Own Throat; Wife in a Critical Condition

Modesto was shocked out of all reason shortly after two o’clock this afternoon by one of the most ghastly tragedies which ever happened in this state, when Andrew Sorensen, one of the best known and most respected business men of this city, after a fiendish attack upon his wife, in which she was seriously wounded, slashed his own throat from ear to ear with a butcher knife, dying a few moments later.........

Undoubtedly Deranged

Sorensen, who was undoubtedly temporarily deranged, has been acting rather strangely for the past few days, but had shown no signs of violence before, so far as has been learned. Today, however, his mind appears to have been upset, through some little disagreement with his wife; but the attack this afternoon came without the slightest warning.

The assault occurred at the head of the stairs of the Maze Hotel. Mrs. Sorensen was met at the head of the stairs by her husband, who struck her several times, hitting her on the head and arms, using the large carving knife which he had taken from the kitchen. The act was witnessed by carpenters who were working nearby, and whose cries served to stay the assault. The screams of Mrs. Sorensen attracted others about the house, who appeared upon the scene immediately, and directed their attention to her.....

When Deputy Sheriff’s Dallas and Swatzel came to the door of his room they found it locked. The door was quickly opened by the men, and they entered the room to find Sorensen lying on the end of the bed in a pool of blood and still alive. Dr. F.R. DeLappe arrived at this moment, and an effort was made to get Sorensen to talk, but he was unable to do so, as his windpipe had been completely severed, the larynx being in plain sight. He died as he was lifted from the bed by Deputy Sheriff Swatzel and others.

 Head Almost Severed

From the position of the body on the bed, and the marks of his bloodstained hands on the foot and head of the bed, it was evident that Sorensen had made three slashes with the large carving knife, the blade of which was over 12 inches long. While he was still alive when the officers arrived on the scene, and probably conscious, he was unable to make any sound, and sank very rapidly."---

According to an even more detailed account by the Modesto Morning Herald, dated January 5, 1911, more pieces to the puzzle came to light.  According to Edith Simon, of Stockton (who happened to be Andrew Sorensen's cousin), Miss Simon stated that Andrew had just come back from the post office when he began choking his wife. Miss Simon struggled with Andrew to let her go, and he did, and walked away.  Mrs. Sorenson, being terrified of what just happened, locked the door to the room she was in and left out another exit to the hallway towards the room of Mrs. Leiter. At this point Andrew Sorensen had went to the kitchen to get the 12 inch butcher knife. As Mrs. Sorensen was standing at the head of the stairs that led from the street, her husband grabbed her at the waist and started slashing at her head.

Her screams immediately got the attention of Mr. Tucker and Mr. Dawes who were working on repairs in the hotel. Dawes grabbed hold of Andrew Sorensen and attempted to restrain him, while the latter attempted to raise the knife at him. Tucker yelled, and Andrew Sorensen was able to break away and run out the back towards the Plato Hotel "Annex" which connected through the back yard of the hotel. 

This was when Mr. Gullickson, a 33 year old Carpenter from Norway, who was working in the yard in the back of the hotel heard the commotion and rushed up the stairs of the hotel. According to the newspaper Mr. Sorensen retreated to the upstairs of the Plato, more than likely where the couple were actually staying, as the other newspaper accounts claim it was "his room."

This is where the story gets very strange. The inquest and all newspaper accounts claim that when Sorensen was found, in a locked room at the Plato Hotel, that he had slit his throat from ear to ear, and that the cut was so deep, he had nearly decapitated himself. 

According to Sheriff Deputy Swatzel, he knocked on Sorensen's door, and found that it was locked. He stated that he climbed up onto the transom (it is a small window that is above the door, usually used to allow air and light into the room) he could see that Sorensen was "kneeling at the side of the bed with blood gushing from his throat.....I tried again to gain entrance through the door, but failing in that, I forced an 'inside" window and entered the room. He was beyond all hope, however, as an examination disclosed that his head was almost completely severed from his body. Death must have been instantaneous, although I felt of Sorensen's pulse and detected a feeble action, which Dr. De Lappe, who arrived soon after I did, said was not unusual in a death of this nature."

As the newspapers started to report the story, and the inquest came out, more and more speculation arose. Was Andrew a jealous man who went suddenly insane? Or did he have an inherited condition that left him mentally deranged?

"It has been known to his family and friends for some time that Mr. Sorensen was mentally deranged, but as the spells were merely temporary, it was not believed that he would do any harm and his wife refused to have committed to an institution as was advised by some of her friends. To this state of mind can be attributed the tragedy on Friday. On two previous occasions, Mr. Sorensen attacked his wife, choking and otherwise maltreating her, but as soon as the spell passed he was full of remorse. He is said to have stated recently that should he harm his wife during one of these spells he would take his own life. Their four years of married life had been most congenial and Mr. Sorensen was greatly devoted to his wife.

A few weeks ago Mr. Sorensen's mother, Mrs. Anna Sorensen, took her son to the well known specialist Dr. Moffat of San Francisco. The latter told the mother that Andrew was suffering from paralysis of the brain and that it was doubtful if he would live more than two months. The physician also stated, it is said, that the nature of the disease would render him incapable of harming anyone. His father, who died some years ago, was a victim of the same malady."

Even with all of this information, the idea that Andrew Sorensen had the physical ability to slice his throat so deeply that it was nearly severed from his body made me want to dig deeper.

The medical report "Homicidal Cut Throat: The Forensic Perspective," details the differences between suicidal, accidental and homicidal cut throat deaths. It explains how in homicidal cases, when the assailant is behind the victim and restraining the head, that is how the deep penetrating gash would be possible. In a suicide, the person would not have the strength to penetrate as deeply, and a lot of the time they will have a spasm where they die with the knife in their hands. This did not happen with Andrew.



Although the newspapers claimed Sorensen had made 3 deep gashes and slit his own throat from ear to ear nearly severing his head from his body, this does not equate to the type of wound that would be self-inflicted. Like the medical journal reported, in order to have such a deep wound that literally nearly severs a head from its body, you would need sheer force of two hands, one holding the neck still while the other uses brute force to slash. A person, even in a fit of insanity, would have died long before he was able to inflict himself with such a deep wound (again, remember, this isn't a standard run of the mill throat cutting....all the reports say his head was nearly severed off!). 

This story just didn't sit well with me, and that is why I had to go back.....back to the story.

Now, normally I am not one for speculating, as I am always the one seeking facts. But in this story, we cannot bring Andrew back to ask him what happened. However, the physical evidence that was made available to the public was there to review all along. 

****It is the author's personal "educated guess" that one of the men that was working at the hotel that day, in a selfless act of defending Mrs. Sorensen after what had just happened to her, this person went back to where Andrew Sorensen was at the Plato Hotel (upstairs) and fought with him, held him down on the bed from behind and slit this throat. The person could have walked away, locking the door behind him without any blood on him, and even so, he could have easily stated it was Mrs. Sorensen's blood from coming to her rescue. By the time the Deputy Sheriff arrived, he found Andrew bleeding to death. With a gashed throat he would have never been able to tell him what happened, and so he died there on the bed.****

I believe that any question of what happened to Andrew, if they had initially suspected someone had attacked him in his room, was swiftly dismissed given the circumstances of what happened to Mrs. Sorensen, and since the perpetrator of the initial incident was now dead the coroner could rule it a suicide and be done with the matter. 

After the attack, Mrs. Sorensen was quickly sent to Evans Hospital where she was treated for cuts to her head and neck. She also had a severe wound to her wrist. Both the bone and tendons had been cut so badly, she nearly lost her hand, a severed finger, and she had two "split" fingers. She was listed in critical condition, but within a day the newspapers stated that she would survive. 

Saturday morning the inquest was held and it was determined that Andrew Sorensen's death was "caused by a knife wound inflicted while in a state of insanity." It was revealed that a note was found in Sorensen's room which was addressed to his mother. It consisted of two lines, which the coroner claimed was "illegible." 

Mrs. Sorensen was notified of her husband's death while she was convalescing at Evan's Hospital. The newspaper stated, "Although greatly shocked and grieved, she bore up bravely and showed a fortitude that was remarkable in view of her condition." 

Mr. Sorensen's body was held at Bowker & Wood, where a private service was held and officiated by Reverend J.J. White. The pall bearers were Native Sons and the Knights of the Pythias, where he was a member of both lodges. He was taken to the Odd Fellows Section of the Modesto Pioneer Cemetery where he was buried and forgotten.

Moving forward with her life, Mrs. Sorensen continued in her work as the proprietor of the Plato Hotel (despite the fact her husband died there, which is sort of creepy if you ask me!) She went on to travel with friends to Honolulu in 1913, attended weddings and events with friends over the years, and later went on to become a nurse. She ended up moving to Napa, where she worked as a head nurse for four years at the Napa State Hospital, where she met Thomas Carroll Foley, who worked as an Attendant at the hospital. The two were married in 1921. 

Sadly, Marie only lived four more years, dying on December 29, 1925. Ironically, her obituary was published on December 30, 1925, exactly 15 years to the day that her first husband had attempted to end her life. Marie was buried at Acacia Memorial Park which is in the same vicinity of where Andrew Sorensen is buried in the Odd Fellows Section. You see, there are several cemeteries that are combined on Scenic Drive in Modesto, so it is like one huge cemetery in all. 

Going back to the story

Sadly, I believe that something terrible was afflicting Andrew that caused him to attack his wife that day. Do I believe it was an evil entity that was influencing Andrew? Absolutely not! I believe it was something medical. Especially since it was within his own family history to have been afflicted with mental illness. I also do not believe that he is haunting the costume shop, as the television program insinuated.

Based solely on his injuries alone, I do not for one second believe that Andrew Sorensen
killed himself. Despite the fact that Andrew went off the rails and attacked his wife, which was ghastly to say the least, I do believe that someone killed Andrew Sorensen and it was covered up as a suicide.

What he did to his wife was wrong, absolutely. Still, the idea that all these years he has been labeled as having committing suicide feels wrong to me because the evidence says otherwise. I guess, though, we will never know who else was involved in this heinous incident in 1910. 

Just as I believe in sharing the stories of all the forgotten, I also believe in making sure each story is told accurately, and if I find something that doesn't fit, I will question it and ponder over it until I find a reasonable conclusion.  I have reached mine.


The grave of Andrew Sorensen

Happy History Hunting!

(Copyright 2021- J'aime Rubio, www.jaimerubiowriter.com

Sources:

Modesto Bee, 8/1/1908

Modesto Bee, 12/30/1910

San Francisco Call, 12/31/1910

Stockton Independent, 12/31/1910

Modesto Morning Herald,  1/5/1911

Modesto Morning Herald, 8/3/1921.

Modesto Bee, 8/8/1911

Modesto Bee, 6/9/1920

A big "Thank You" to Roland Boulware for allowing me the use of your book for photos and information: 

"One Hundred Years: Modesto, 1870-1970" by Jeanette Gould Maino, 1970.

Polk's Directory Co's Modesto, Volume 6 - 1915

"Modesto"- by Carl P. Baggese, Page 33

Census records, 1900,1910,1920.

Death records, 1910,1925.