Happy Birthday, John Bidwell!

Today is the 193rd birthday of General John Bidwell.  He was born August 5, 1819, in Chautauqua County, New York.  The Bidwell Mansion Association celebrated his birthday at Bidwell Mansion with a community party this evening, and judging by the amount of cake eaten, we had over 150 attendees. 

Music was provided by the Chico Community Band and folksinger Don Sacks, who led us in a rendition of the Happy Birthday song.

Community participants included the Chico Cat Coalition, North State Symphony, Sounds of the Valley, Youth for Change, City of Chico Parks and Recreation, and the Chico Visual Arts Alliance.

Here’s hoping that John Bidwell sees many more happy birthday events!

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Party Time!

An Invitation from the General:

Join my friends in celebrating my birthday on August 5, 2012 at my home, Bidwell Mansion. There will be cake, Shubert’s ice cream, music and fun. It’s been 193 years since I was born in Chautauqua County, New York, on August 5, 1819.

I am happy to see how well you have preserved the beautiful home that Annie and I shared.  I wish the citizens of Chico many more prosperous years, and hope you will enjoy the party given by my friends.

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Major Bidwell in 1849

In 1849 Edward Washington McIlhaney of Virgina joined a company heading for the gold fields of California.  Arriving in the Sacramento Valley on the 1st of October, some members of the company set out northward to the Shasta Mines. McIlhany later gave this description of John Bidwell and his ranch.

A painting of Edward W. McIlhany, now in the Oakland Museum.

“We started up the river and finally reached Major Bidwell’s Ranch, one of the finest ranches in California. We found him a very intelligent, hospitable, and a fine-looking man. We remained several days at his ranch also, gaining a great deal of information. Bidwell gave us an account of his mining first in ’48 at a mining camp called Bidwell’s Bar, named after him, as he discovered the camp. . . . He told us that he thought we would be disappointed in the mines, but as we had started we would not be satisfied until we got there, not being very far from his place.  He advised us that if we were not satisfied there to go to Bidwell’s Bar, as it was very rich and was not worked out.

Mr. Bidwell owned thousands of acres of land gotten from a Mexican land grant. He had an Indian village not far from his residence built of adobe houses, trees set out in the village and ditches through the village to carry pure water from the mountains. Forty Indian men in this village worked for him in his mine by which he made a great deal of money.”

Edward Washington McIlhaney, Recollections of a ‘49er (2006), edited by Scott J. Lawson.

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Bidwell’s Fourth of July

Here’s an entry from the General’s diary for July 4, 1877:

Fine cool pleasant day. = Callers: J.W. Gilkyson to excuse committee about calling on Bonte – Haley (Ed. Enterprise) to see Bonte – Mr. Ellis to dine – Rich to call on Bonte – Grand 4th July celebration – Rev. J.H.C. Bonte, orator, Nourse poet, Dr. Dawson reader of poem, St.T. Black reader of Declaration of Independence – Procession began at 9 1/2 A.M. – and lasted one hour – exercises at Pavilion lasted until 12 1/2 P.M. The whole a grand success = in P.M. the Horribles – In evening salute, music, fireworks, dancing.

Most of the General’s entries for the 4th record an oration, a poem, and the reading of the Declaration of Independence. But what were “the Horribles?”  That one stumped me until I did a bit of googling.

According to Language Log, a “parade of horribles” was a popular feature of 4th of July celebrations in the late 19th century. A procession of grotesques–people in masks and costumes–formed part of the festivities of the day. This is probably what Bidwell was referring to in his July 4, 1874 entry when he notes “a hideous crowd, masked, came over from town.”  The Daily Nevada State Journal ran this announcement in 1889.

Glocester, Rhode Island, still holds an “Ancients and Horribles Parade” on the 4th of July. I wonder when it died out in Chico?

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“Rich, Pleasant, and Spicy”—Grasshoppers, Anyone?

In the reminiscences collected by C.C. Royce, John Bidwell recalled the time when the Indians provided a tasty meal made of ground roasted grasshoppers to Fremont’s troops.  John C. Fremont, “the Great Pathfinder,” returned to California on his third exploratory trip in the fall of 1845. By the time they reached the valley, his men were out of provisions, and grateful for anything they could get from the natives. Bidwell recalled:

Fremont’s party got out of provisions, but staid as near where Fremont had told them as possible, and got provisions from the Indians. They staid as long as they could, but when the provisions gave out they went to the San Joaquin Valley and there found the others, and his exploring party was again united.  The Indians’ provision was a kind of meal. The men were fond of it. It was rich, pleasant, and spicy to the taste. The calls upon the Indians being urgent, caused them to become rather careless in grinding the aforesaid meal, and Fremont’s men discovered legs, wings, and heads of grasshoppers in it. The meal was simply grasshoppers pounded and pulverized in the usual way. Their fondness for the meal from that time rapidly waned, but not before some had become quite sleek and fat.

“Rich, pleasant, and spicy!” Sounds nourishing too. Anyone want to try some?

Addresses, reminiscences, etc. of General John Bidwell. Compiled by C.C. Royce, can be accessed at the Library of Congress’s American Memory project.

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Gray on Grasshoppers

George Moses Gray continues his recollections about California grasshoppers:

When I told the General about it [i.e., Indians harvesting grasshoppers] he said, “I have eaten a great many good grasshopper pancakes,” and told me the following story.

He said, “When I lived in the Adobe house two men from the East were staying with me overnight. They had pancakes for breakfast. As they finished easting Nopaney, his cook and housekeeper, came in and said, ‘General, no more pancakes. Grasshopper meal all gone.’ One of the men said, “‘What! We have not been eating grasshoppers, have we?’ The General said, ‘You certainly have.’ They both said, ‘We don’t believe it.'”

The General said, “Nopaney, bring in the can you had the meal in.” She did and the General knocked on the bottom of the can and poured the contents on to a plate and passed it around, and when they saw the little pieces of legs, they believed him and said they were good anyway.

Nopaney wouldn’t have called Bidwell “General” at that time. I don’t know what she would have called  him, but he was a Major in the California Battalion back when he lived in the adobe house.  But by the time Gray knew Bidwell, everyone called him General, so that’s the term Gray used.

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Hoppers on the Move!

Here in Northern California the grasshoppers are plentiful this year, and they are hungry and looking for a good meal.  According to a news report on KNVN:

The farm advisor from the UC Cooperative Extension says the young grasshoppers are making their way down from the foothills in search of anything green they can eat.  “They’ll strip vegetable crops and vegetable gardens,” Joseph Connell, the UC Cooperative Extension Farm Advisor said.

Connell says the larger than average population this year is due mostly to the wet spring in 2011.  “Last year was a nice wet year, lots of feed. We had a chance for the population to build up. They lay eggs in the fall, those hatch in the spring so we got a lot more hoppers this year,” Connell said.

I haven’t noticed a lot of grasshoppers on my place, but I have chickens, and that may be keeping the population down.

The California Indians would not have seen a big grasshopper year as a bane, but a boon.

George M. Gray, Bidwell’s ranch manager, reminisced about the Indians and grasshoppers in 1938 for the Sandy Gulch News.

The year 1882 was a grasshopper year. They hatched up in the foothills and came down in to the vineyards by the millions and started in eating the leaves, stripping the vines clean as they traveled west. . . .

One day I saw the squaws and two old Indians hurrying up to the vineyard as fast as they could go. I watched to see what they were going to do. The Indian men cleaned off the dry grass from a spot eight feet square and dug three holes about two feet across and three feet deep, and the squaws went over to the creek and cut a handful of willow brush and went around a four acre piece of land driving the grasshoppers to the center where the holes were, and drawing nearer all the time.

The two men had made a fire of dry brush and were heating four round stones. When the others had the grasshoppers driven into the holes they rushed up and covered up the holes, then put the hoppers into sacks and put the hot stones into the sacks too, and rolled the stones back and forth and in a few minutes they had a quart or more of nice fine well cooked grasshopper meal.  One of the old men with his face smiling all over, said to me, “Dis be a fine good year. Lots of grasshoppers.”

So now, if you are infested with grasshoppers, you know what to do. Don’t poison them—eat them!

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Annie Stands Up for her Standards

Then as now, it was a cultural advantage to have a college in Chico. John and Annie Bidwell frequently attended lectures and entertainments on campus, and they also frequently played host to visiting performers and lecturers. Lois McDonald wrote the following in her biography of Annie:

“One year the Bidwells housed the male chorus from the University of California at the mansion, then managed to make a statement in the midst of the concert by rising abruptly from their seats and walking out in the middle of a choral number which happened to be a drinking song. Almost certainly it would have been Annie who initiated that move, and John followed her, for it is doubtful that John Bidwell would have relished making a scene, especially over so trivial a matter. To Annie, students could never be exposed too often to high standards of behavior, and especially among their mentors, which Annie conceived herself and John to be. (Annie Kennedy Bidwell: an intimate history, p. 361)

You have to give Annie credit for consistency. She never feared or failed to make her position clear.

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On the Trail Again

Last year I followed the Bidwell-Bartleson Party day by day as they crossed the continent from Missouri to California. If you are interested in their journey, check my past blog entries for May through November 2011.  John Bidwell kept a daily journal of the expedition; his entry for May 19, 1841 reads:

“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. . . . 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, p. 28-29)

So began Bidwell’s historic journey to California, a journey that set the course of the rest of his eventful life.

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“Old Hutch” on Politicians

For anyone interested in the history of Chico State, When Chico Stole the College, by “Old Hutch” (W.H. Hutchinson), is a fun and very short introduction.  I read it when I was researching Bidwell and the formation of Chico Normal School. Old Hutch was a colorful character and a lively writer, and I was struck by the pertinence of this passage to today’s political situation:

“In those unenlightened times [the 19th century], the legislature met every other year, unless some dire emergency demanded a short interim session. Even so, there were those who were wont to arise and proclaim that no person’s property or purse was safe when the legislature was in session. Now it meets all year, every year, except for numerous paid recesses, which increases its hazards.”

That might explain why California is in such difficulties today.  And look at the number of candidates in the June Primary! It must be worthwhile to be a legislator, even if it’s not so good for the state of the state.

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