Thomes and Toomes — part 2

thomes2Let’s find out about Robert Hasty Thomes. He was born in Cumberland County, Maine in 1817, a direct descendant of Mayflower pilgrims. He started his westward journey as a young man and in 1839 he joined the Bidwell-Bartleson Party in Missouri. John Bidwell later said:

When May came, I was the only man that was ready to go of all who signed the pledge [of the Western Emigration Society]. In Weston, however, there was a man who had said from the beginning that he would go to California when May came. This was Robert H. Thomes, a wagon maker at that time. (John Bidwell, Dictation to S.S. Boynton, 1877)

Robert Thomes left only a brief account of his journey, dictated to his old friend and partner, Albert G. Toomes in 1868, who sent it to the San Francisco Evening Bulletin.

I sat down with my old partner, THOMES, a few days ago and got to talking of old times in California, and all that sort of thing. It occurred to us to make a list of our early companions in the hard journey we made from Independence a long 27 years ago, and our hairs are getting gray, and we often remember those blessed old bailies and merianders of gay Monterey. I claim that we were the 1st regular emigrants who ever started from the States to California, and those who arrived in the country before us dropped in by mere chance, as old trappers, whalemen and sailors from the Island and Boston ships.

Albert Toomes (of which more later) also came to California in 1841 by the southern route, in the Workman-Rowland Party. The two men met up in San Francisco and worked as carpenter and builders there. In 1843 Thomes and Toomes moved to Monterey and went into partnership as builders. They are frequently mentioned in the papers of Thomas O. Larkin, the American consul in Monterey.

They built a house in Monterey for Don Manuel Jimeno Casarin, secretary of state (and sometimes acting governor) of Alta California under Governor Micheltorena. This was a job that paid off handsomely for the two men, As Toomes relates.

You know when THOMES and self got the ranchos up here from MICHELTORENO and JIMENA the place was out of the world, and league farms to be had for the asking; but it is quite different now. The Indians, once so numerous, are nearly all gone, and the rail cars will soon rush by our doors, and land is worth $20 per acre. That house we built in Monterey for Governor JIMENA in 1845, was one of the best jobs we ever did in our lives; for the old gentleman not only paid us well, but got us our farms without any of the trouble others had.

68098647_135371383173Thomes’s ranch was Rancho Saucos, where the town of Tehama is now located. As far as I know, he never married. He died March 26, 1878, and is buried in the Tehama Cemetery.

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The Partnership of Thomes and Toomes

Melinda said their story would make a good buddy movie. Maybe they were too similar to give their story the contrast it needs, but pioneers Robert H. Thomes and Albert G. Toomes certainly were life-long friends.

tehama museum1Yesterday I went to the Tehama County Museum to hear Melinda Rist give a talk on the Mexican land grants of Tehama County. Melinda is an archivist working at the Butte County Hall of Records.

If you have never visited the Tehama County Museum, stop by some Saturday afternoon and check it out. It’s a great little history museum in the town of Tehama, just over the river from Los Molinos (on Highway 99).

The museum is housed in the Masonic Lodge built in 1856, which also served at one time as a schoolhouse.

Thomes and Toomes came to Tehama County looking for a place to settle in 1844, along with some other men from Monterey (Job Dye, William Chard) and guided by John Bidwell and Peter Lassen. They found the land they wanted on either side of the Sacramento River: Robert Thomes got Rancho Saucos on the west side of the Sacramento River, and Albert Toomes took Rancho de los Molinos on the east side, just above Lassen’s Ranch.

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Melinda’s map of the Mexican land grants in Tehama County.

The thing I have always wondered about is: How are their names pronounced? Toomes is not too hard — it’s pronounced like Tombs. Thomes? Is it pronounced Thomas, Tomes, or Toms? Melinda said “Tomes,” (long O) but I came across an old newspaper article referring to “Tom’s Creek” which is Thomes Creek, the creek that runs through his ranch.

So how did Robert H. Thomes pronounce his own name? Inquiring minds want to know!

More about Messrs. Thomes and Toomes next time.

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California Bound!

covered-wagons-1On May 19, 1841, the Bidwell-Bartleson Party started for California. John Bidwell, as secretary of the group, kept a journal. Later, while at Bodega Bay, he tidied up his journal entries and sent them back to a friend in Missouri, who had them printed as a guidebook. This is the source of most of what we know about this first group of emigrants to head for California.

Wednesday, 19th. This morning the wagons started off in single file; first the 4 carts and 1 small wagon of the missionaries, next 8 wagons drawn by mules and horses, and lastly, 5 wagons drawn by 17 yoke of oxen. It was the calculation of the company to move on slowly till the wagon of Chiles overtook us.

Our course was west, leaving the Kanzas no great distance to our left, we traveled in the valley of the river which was prairie excepting near the margin of the stream. The day was very warm and we stopped about noon, having traveled about 12 miles. (Bidwell-Bartleson Party, ed. by Doyce B. Nunis, p. 28-29)

The wagon train was very lucky to have joined up with the missionary party. Without the guidance of the trail guide — Thomas Fitzpatrick — hired by the missionaries, they probably would have gotten hopelessly and fatally lost.

The missionaries were led by Father Pierre Jean De Smet, a Belgian Jesuit who spent many years working among the American Indians. In 1841 he was on his way, with two other priests and three lay brothers, to minister to the Flathead Indians. He established St. Mary’s Mission on the Bitterroot River near Missoula, Montana. Bidwell described him as follows:

He was genial, of fine presence, and one of the saintliest men I have ever known, and I cannot wonder that the Indians were made to believe him divinely protected. He was a man of great kindness and great affability under all circumstances; nothing seemed to disturb his temper.(Echoes of the Past, p. 114)

More information on Father De Smet can be found in this article from Historic St. Mary’s Mission and Museum.

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The Ballad of John Bidwell

I have been looking through a Butte County history curriculum binder developed by the Butte County Office of Education for 3rd grade teachers, and I came across a catchy little item. It’s “The Ballad of John Bidwell”, written by the 3rd and 4th grade students of Canyon View School (which was in Magalia). I will append a few footnotes, but other than that, without further ado, here it is: (Use whatever tune you like to sing along.)

John Bidwell lived on an eastern farm
And dreamed of open spaces.
Injun Joe*, a trapper came
To tell of far-off places.

He stayed at home until eighteen
And then he started west.
He found out in St. Louis
That Missouri land was best.

He made his money teaching school.
One day he went to town
And while he was buying farming tools**
A claim-jumper stole his ground.

He heard of California
And decided he would go
Although the way was still unknown
And wagon wheels move slow.

In ’41 the wagons left,
Led by a famous scout.
Across the Rockies steep they went***
With hearts both bold and stout.

The scout then had to leave them
With their wagons pointed west.
He said, “There is no trail at all, boys,
You’ll have to do your best.”

They reached the Great Salt Basin
And had to circle south.
There was no buffalo for food
And all around was drought.†

They left their wagons far behind —
The way was much too steep —
The trail they made too narrow,
And the canyons far too deep.

Bartelson, their captain,
Was a double-crossing man.
He stole the meat, and rode away,
Shouting, “Get there if you can.”

They crossed the High Sierras
And didn’t even know.!
How surprised they were to see
The valley far below.

Then down they walked to Dr. Marsh
From out of the mountains wild —
A thirty†† hungry, happy men;
One woman and a child.

John went on to Sutter’s Fort,
His journey at an end.
He worked for Sutter several years
And was his closest friend.

He didn’t have the fever
Of those who came to seek
For fortune. He only wanted gold
For a ranch on Chico Creek.

The American River was rich with soil
But Bidwell said, “I’d rather
Try my luck on another stream,
I’ll travel up the Feather.”

With friends he went up towards the hills.
He hadn’t traveled far
Until he panned out gold before
At a place now Bidwell Bar.

He bought 22,000 acres
With gold that he had panned.‡
He knew the country’s future
Was in its fertile land.

He went to Washington, D.C.
To help build up the state.
He brought back plants and trees, and planned
To make the Valley great.

He married pretty Annie
Who was a faithful wife.
She loved the Chico Indians
And helped them all her life.

And now, if you have read this far, here are a few notes.
*Injun Joe. It’s unfortunate that this occurs in the very first stanza, since it is not only objectionable, but inaccurate. Bidwell heard about California from a French-Canadian trapper, Antoine Robidoux, who had a more famous brother, Joseph, but they did not (as far as I can ascertain) have any Native blood, although many trappers did.

** and books!

*** The scout was Thomas Fitzpatrick, who knew the trail well enough to guide them to the South Pass, where the Rockies are not steep.

drought. A note in the original says “they didn’t know this word.” I’m guessing that the teacher helped them find a word that (sort of) rhymed with “south.”

†† thirty-two, actually.

‡ with considerable help from the Mechoopda Indians whom he hired!

I’m glad Annie made it into the last stanza. I am impressed with how much these students knew about John Bidwell.

I am not sure when the binder materials were created — sometime before 1993, which is the date on an order form in the binder. I wonder if anyone uses this anymore?

 

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A Parade for a Pioneer

 

bicentennielWe all enjoyed the Chico Pioneer Day Parade today. Grand Marshal was Butte County Sheriff Kory Honea, beloved by all for his heroic leadership during the Camp Fire. Honorary Grand Marshals were John and Annie Bidwell, in recognition of the bicentennial of John Bidwell’s birth in 1819.

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John and Annie: The Long and the Short of It

John and Annie were portrayed by Nick Anderson and Robyn Engel, who fit the roles to a T, since Nick is over 6 feet tall, like Bidwell, and Robyn is only 4 feet 8 inches tall (or should that be “short”?), just like Annie.

They rode in a lovely 1915 Motel T Ford, owned and driven by Dudley Stone. Walking along, carrying the banner and representing the Bidwell Mansion Association were Quinn, Ian, and Bodie (sorry, guys, I didn’t get your last names) and Adrienne Glatz, BMA board president, and myself, Nancy Leek.

It looked to me like the men were 49ers dressed up in their best duds and come to town to spend some of that gold dust.

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Wells Fargo Bank was there with their replica Concord stagecoach, and it was a treat to climb in and try it out. The BMA also had a booth on the City Plaza, where we gave away casaba melon seeds and schedules of upcoming events. (If you would like some free seeds, they still have them to give away at the Bidwell Mansion SHP Visitor Center. It’s open Saturday, Sunday, and Monday.)

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John Bidwell Joins the Hall of Fame

 

bicentennielThe Oregon-California Trails Association (OCTA) has a Emigrant Hall of Fame, and John Bidwell is joining it this year.

Last year I submitted an application for him on behalf of the Bidwell Mansion Association.  I recently got the welcome news that JB is in! He joins a small and select group of trail pioneers in the Hall of Fame: Jesse Applegate, Marcus and Narcissa Whitman, and Dr. John McLoughlin. (Note that these are all Oregon pioneers. John Bidwell is the first Californian.) He will be honored at the OCTA convention in Santa Fe, New Mexico, September 4-7, 2019.

The Hall of Fame also honors preservationists, authors, philanthropists, and public officials who have worked to preserve the western trails and educate the public about the history and value of these historical resources. OCTA began the Hall of Fame in 2015.

What qualifies John Bidwell for the Emigrant Hall of Fame? He was not only a member of the first group of emigrants to set out overland for California, but it is because he kept such a detailed daily journal that we know so much about their route, their struggles, and their adventures.

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The Oregon-California Trails Association is a non-profit, 501 (C) (3) Association and is the nation’s largest and most influential organization dedicated to the preservation and protection of overland emigrant trails and the emigrant experience. They publish the Overland Journal, a quarterly full of interesting articles about western history. Their website also has many valuable resources, some of which you can only access by becoming a member. It’s worth it!

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On the Banks of Deer Creek

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Out there beyond the trees is Deer Creek

Yesterday I went on a treasure hunt an archeology field trip to Vina to dig around in the dirt and see what we could find. My friend Josie Smith invited me to join Dr. Eric Ritter’s Shasta College Field Archeology class, looking for any remains of Peter Lassen’s occupation of the property that is now the Abbey of New Clairvaux.

Peter Lassen’s ranch lay along Deer Creek in Tehama County. Historians only have a general idea of where his house and other buildings were located, but it was somewhere next to the creek. We were working in an area behind the current monastery buildings.

On a previous visit flags had been planted all over a field about the size of a two-car garage — each flag marked a spot where a metal detector indicated that something lay beneath the surface. It was our job to dig down and see what it was.

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Josie in a field of flags

Well, most of the time it was an old square nail, or the fragment of a nail. Sometimes we couldn’t find anything at all. But once in a while something interesting turned up — the rivet for a wagon wheel rim, a hand-forged link of chain, and a bent, hand-forged door hinge. (Eric found the hinge.)

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Chain, chain, chain

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Four hours of digging — door hinge, mystery piece of iron, rivet, nails

Four hours down on my knees in the dirt, chopping away at the weeds and the soil, rooting around in the dirt for a scrap of iron — what fun! I’d do it anytime!

 

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