Sunday, March 13, 2022

Explosion at 3,000 Feet- Accidental Deaths at the Kennedy Mine



Many years ago, I became fascinated with the history of the Kennedy Mine in Jackson, Amador County, California. I had lived up in Amador County off and on for several years throughout my life, and my dad was really big on local history. I remember as a kid, on my way home from school, many times we would drive up and down the highway and stop at every single historic marker and read about what had happened at that certain spot back in time. You could say that these adventures helped interest me more and more in local history as the years went by.

Well, dad was always intrigued by the history of the Argonaut Mine Disaster that happened just across the highway from the Kennedy, and for years he had a framed superimposed photo of the miners and a copy of the Stockton Record together, hanging in our hallway at our house in Pioneer, California. I read that article over and over and also became interested in the mines.

Years later, I thought about how there is not a lot written about the history of the Kennedy Mine just across the highway from the infamous Argonaut, due to it not being thrown into national headlines like the Argonaut mine was back then. That didn't mean that the Kennedy Mine's history was any less tragic or less interesting, for that matter.

I have written a few blogs touching on some of the deaths that have occurred at the mine, as well as a short history of the mine itself. However, I have recently decided to write a book about all of the deaths associated with the Kennedy Mine and so, this is my little introduction to that book. In all there has been a total of 39 deaths at the Kennedy Mine.

Today, I will share with you one of those accidents that took place at the mine which will also be in my upcoming book. As with every story I share, my sole purpose is to give a voice to the voiceless. To remember those forgotten in the great abyss of time. These men, who died so long ago, and under such horrific circumstances, have been forgotten. Their names for decades upon decades left unspoken, but now, will be remembered by sharing their stories with you.

On Monday, November 17, 1913, just before 1 p.m., three people were killed in a horrific accident at the mine. When I first looked into the story, I found an article in the Sacramento Union, dated May 2, 1914, mentioning only two people who had died on that date, Janko Acimovich and Maksim Rupar. But, during my research I uncovered one more death associated with this accident. The third man wasn't mentioned in the article I originally found because, as it turns out, he was the cause of the explosion.

The miners had just come back from their dinner, and were going back to work. They were working at the 3,100 foot level in the mine, about 800 feet west of the main shaft. As two of the miners were cutting timber for a cap, the other two were in a drift, going to fetch powder.  Per the article in the Amador Ledger Dispatch dated November 21, 1913, all four men were within about 20 feet distance from one another. At the time it was believed that Schance or Rupar were responsible for the accident. Later on though, it appeared it was more than likely Schance who accidentally caused the explosion.

When the explosion occurred, B.F. Denton and Janko Acimovich were sawing timber, while Maksim Rupar and George W. Schance were in the process of getting the powder ready to blast.


Kennedy Mine


The publication, "Engineering & Mining, Volume 97," reads as follows:

"Schance intended to blast at 3:30 o'clock, and he was intending to get his primers to take to his place of work in order to save him a trip back to the powder magazine. He worked about 900 or 1000 ft., from the magazine. It was the habit to go to the magazine for powder  caps and fuse before quitting time when it was necessary to have them. Schance had two holes to drill in hard, tight ground, and had to carry his tools back and it would keep him busy. He evidently intended to save time by getting the powder and the fuses on his way. Rupar went to the bench where there were five full boxes and a half box; after the explosion there were four full boxes and  a box with some powder in it. Evidently, Rupar took one of these boxes of powder to take to near where he worked.....Joseph Hicks stated that he and his partner left the station at 12:30, and in going to into the crosscut he saw Schance sitting on the cap and fuse bench. Schance borrowed his knife. He saw Schance getting ready to walk toward the powder magazine. It was almost 12:35 when he gave Schance the knife and the explosion occurred about 3 to 4 minutes after they had passed him. He could not see whether Schance was in the magazine or not, and did not see Rupar there at all. Denton was sawing a timber.  

C.W. Hintmann said that he passed Denton who said he wanted him directly to help put up a cap which he was sawing. He went around the turn and sat down to wait when Hicks and his partner came along and in a second or so the explosion occurred. It took Hintmann's cap off his head and the lights were all out. There was no powder on the timber or timber truck when he talked with Denton. He believed that whoever took the powder out of the magazine had it on his shoulder.

All of the witnesses testified that they believed the explosion was wholly accidental."--

A foreman of the mine, Alex Ross, claimed "that he heard an unusual report while at the 2,700 foot station; that he got off the skip at the 3,100 level when he was met by J.E. Hicks who said Denton and two others had been killed; witness went to the spot and found the smoke very dense, and had a platform knocked out of a near by raise, for the purpose of ventilation; tried to break the airpipe but failed; heard Denton say twice, "What struck us?" felt around and found him and helped carry him to the station; witness was of the opinion that the timber found at the entrance to the drift leading to the powder magazine was cut in two by the explosion of the powder; he also showed the jury by a diagram the position of the four men when found; gave orders to clear up the cross cut; also explained that it was Schance's turn to blast at 3:30 o'clock and in order to save time he  (Schance) went to the magazine to take the powder back to where he was at work in the level, and that he (Schance) was drilling 900 or 1000 feet from the  magazine; witness detailed the position of the powder as it as usually stored and the fuse bench where the fuse and caps were kept and primers made; that there were five and a half boxes in the magazine during the forenoon and after the explosion four full boxes were in there with a few sticks over; the missing box weighed 50 pounds; that the temperature was 67 or 70 degrees, and in his opinion the 12 x 12 timber was cut in two by the exploding powder; that the powder in the magazine was fully 20 to 30 feet from where the timber lay on a truck in the level; he believed the explosion to be a pure accident."
Maksim Rupar's Grave

As the story went on, it explained that the powder would not have exploded by Rupar dropping it, or by the temperature of the mine, so it appeared that a charge went off while priming the clip, and that it accidentally set off the powder.

Sadly, Janko Acimovich was hit so hard, it removed his head and upper part of his shoulders. "The head was entirely gone. From shoulder to shoulder the flesh was ragged and torn and the right leg almost flattened between the body and knee. More properly speaking, the limbs were crushed and flattened instead of broken."

Acimovich was only 22 years old at the time of his death. He was a native of Austria, and was earning $2.50 per day at the mine.

Denton was alive when he was found, though his injuries were so bad, the newspapers claimed that if he survived his injuries he would be blind for life. He was the only one who survived the terrible accident, as the Amador Ledger Dispatch dated February 27, 1914, claims that he was going to San Francisco to see a specialist for the treatment of his eyes.

In 1914, a lawsuit was brought on by Chris Begovich on behalf of Rupar and Acimovich as the "administrator" of their estates against the Kennedy Mine and Milling Company, and judgement was rendered by Judge Wood, allowing for the compensation of $250 for funeral expenses and $500 for damages.
Janko Acimovich's grave

George W. Schance was found with his right arm "torn off" and his right leg crushed. His face was "practically  gone and the left side, torn away."  George's family were originally from El Dorado County, and he was only 23 year years old when he died. He had been earning $3 a day in wages.

Maksim Rupar has lost his left eye, and his right leg was broken. He was only 26 years old and had only just started working at the mine 3 days earlier.  He was also a native of Austria.

Recently, I visited the St. Sava Serbian Cemetery in Jackson, and searched for Janko Acimovich and Makism Rupar's graves. Both men were buried and services held on November 21, 1913. The funeral was delayed due to the fact that Acimovich's brother had to travel from Montana to attend. They are both buried side by side, in the back of the churchyard in the Miner's Graves section of the cemetery.

George W. Schance was buried at the Jackson City Cemetery on November 19, 1913, under the "auspices of the local order of Moose, the interment being in the city cemetery."-

Photo Credit: Steve Jones (Find-a-grave)

I have searched for B.F. Denton's obituary and his grave, and have yet to find either of the two, although we do know that he survived the accident per this article in the Ledger Dispatch, February 27, 1914. If and when I find more information about Denton, I will share it here. 

Amador Ledger-Dispatch, 2/27/1914

In ending, I hope that you enjoyed this deep dive into just one of the many stories I cover in my upcoming book "Down Below: A History of Deaths at the Kennedy Mine," which details each and every one of the tragic the deaths at the Kennedy Mine during its years of operation. This publication will be released sometime in the Summer of 2023.

In ending, please remember, each one of those individuals were young, hard working men who died before they even had a chance to really live. Just the thought of them never having reached any of their goals they might have had in life makes it all the more tragic. So many of them rest at the various cemeteries in Amador County, forgotten and unvisited for so very long. If you decide to visit any of these men's graves please remember their stories and please share it with the world so that they will be forgotten no more.

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

Photos: 

Photos of Acimovich and Rupar's grave, miner's graves shot, and Kennedy Mine photo, copyright J'aime Rubio

Photo of George Schance's grave, copyright Steve Jones (Find-a-grave)

Sources:

Sacramento Union,  11/18/1913

Sacramento Union, 5/2/1914

Amador Ledger Dispatch, 11/21/1913

San Jose Mercury News, 11/18/1913

Amador Ledger Dispatch, 2/27/1914

Engineering & Mining, Volume 97, published by Western Co., 1914




Sunday, February 6, 2022

Immaculate Conception Cemetery's Mystery of the Two Missing Graves - Sutter Creek


The backside of the Parish Hall property, Sutter Creek

Recently, one of my fellow researcher/taphophile friends that we will refer to as "Phyllis Jean," had reached out to me about a mystery she wanted answers to. Since she has helped me in some of my investigations, I agreed to help her with this one and she so kindly gave me permission to write about it on my blog.

So, the story starts out at the Immaculate Conception Churchyard and its adjacent Parish Hall at 190 Fogarty Drive, Sutter Creek, CA.  At one point around 2018, the site where the Parish Hall stands was listed for sale, and this is where the problems began. When the cemetery or churchyard started on the property next door, there was no definitive borderline where to stop burying the dead. So, there were some burials in the vicinity of where the Parish Hall stands. 

The cemetery itself dates back to 1858, but the church wasn't built until around 1860-1861. The land had been donated by the Mahoney family, and 15 members of said family happen to be buried within the grounds as well. 

The website Movoto lists the Parish Hall building, on the side of the cemetery, as being built in 1980, although I am not sure if that is entirely accurate, as my parents remembered something being on that site back when they lived on Spanish Street in the early 1970's.  

Well, fast forward to 2018, the property needed to be separate from the actual church property in order to sell it as separate land, so they had to "move" any of the graves that spilled over onto that property.

My friend "Phyllis Jean" claimed she remembered something about the newspaper mentioning the possible moving of the graves, but when she went back to search for it, she couldn't find it in any of the archived newspapers, as neither could I. 

This left me perplexed. 

We both separately "Googled" the property for a street view of the site and we both stumbled upon the sight of two headstones laying up against a retaining wall in plain sight. I also double checked other photos of the cemetery area, and found several photos of the headstones when they were upright and in their rightful place. This meant that they had recently been removed in the last 3 years or so. 

So who do these two headstones belong to?

Well, since the headstones were facing the retaining wall and not clearly visible, it took having to physically visit the cemetery and lay on the ground in a very awkward position just to snap a few shots.

One person's headstone was easier to capture than the other. In fact, I could only get a tiny fragment of the other person's name and had to run to Find-a-grave in the hopes they had been entered in their database before. Thankfully they were. So I was able to find both individuals by name.


#1. William Garrett    

William Garrett was born in Ireland around 1837. The voting registries of the time circa 1867 state that William was "naturalized" a citizen on September 4, 1866, and registered to vote as of April 12, 1867. He was also listed as living in Township #5, which the History of Amador County by Jesse D. Mason mentions that township as being around  Drytown, Amador City and Forest Home (Plymouth area). He passed away on October 20, 1877 and was buried at the Immaculate Conception Churchyard.

https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/208987324/william-garrett


#2.  Dennis Shine

Dennis Shine was born in Limerick, Ireland around 1816. Unfortunately, I could not find any voting registries for Dennis, nor could I locate any census records for either Shine or Garrett. He passed away on October 10, 1877 and was buried at the Immaculate Conception Churchyard.

Also, because the Amador Dispatch and Ledger newspapers have no records for the year 1877, which happens to be the same year both of the deceased passed away, there is no way to obtain an obituary for these two gentlemen. 

https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/140018257/dennis-shine

Interestingly, according to the US Gen Web Archives, the cemeteries burial records do not include either Garrett or Shine. I downloaded the complete list of burials and confirmed that neither men were listed as being buried in 1877, as they only had 4 burials that year. Somehow, someone failed to make a note of these two burials in their original records. Needless to say, this bothered me, and my friend "Phyllis Jean." 

Along with those facts, and the fact we now knew that the headstones had be removed from their place of burial, this worried us that their remains were going to be left there unmarked and forgotten so the property could be sold. This would not be the first time this has happened, as it is well known that when the cemeteries in San Francisco were moved, and bodies exhumed and reinterred to Colma, many monuments were tossed into the sea, and many bodies were left in the ground. 

Also, the Stockton State Hospital "moved" some of their dead on paper only, and opted to sell the land and build on top of said burial grounds leaving the dead still presently buried under the foundations of many buildings along California street in Stockton. 

So, with this worry in mind, I personally reached out to the Immaculate Conception Church for answers. I first spoke with a young lady who wasn't sure how to answer my questions, and she took my number down and said Marge would call me back. 

When I finally spoke to Marge, she assured me that the remains of both Garrett and Shine had been removed in a two step process, by using ground penetrating radar, and then removing the remains and burying them in an area that had not been used for any previous burials. This was very reassuring as I just wanted to make sure these two people's graves would not be forgotten or erased from history.

The next day, I received an email from another friend and fellow genealogist from Find-a-grave, Steve Jones, the person who originally entered Mr. Garrett's information into Find-a-grave, who also confirmed the story with me, as he knows Marge, too. He spoke to her and she gave him the same information, that the graves had been moved a while back, and that they had an archeologist come out and someone with the ground penetrating radar machine to search the grounds for the remains. There were witnesses who watched the exhumation and moving of the two deceased individuals remains to a spot in the churchyard where "nothing else existed." 

One good thing that came out of this inquiry though was the fact that it brought to Marge's attention that the person they hired to reset the headstones next to the new burial spots, had not done so, and it has been quite some time. Thankfully, maybe now that this has been brought to the forefront again, this project will get finished once and for all, and Mr. Garrett and Mr. Shine can be reunited with their headstones, once again.  

Update May 2022:  A few weeks ago, I received a voicemail from Marge that the headstones were finally properly reunited with their interred eternal residents, Dennis and William.  Case closed.

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

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!

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