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Lady Liberty takes center stage in this clever item.

This lady was born in Philadelphia, on the 4th of July 1776. She was raised by a gentleman named Washington, and brought out into society by Mrs. John Adams, Mr. Thomas Jefferson and several other kind people, until she got to be big enough and old enough to go it alone, when she was married to the Constitution of the United States . . .

Mrs. John Adams was Abigail, a suitable lady to introduce a young woman to the world. The Constitution was written in 1789, making the young lady 13 years old when she was “old enough to go it alone.”

. . . the Constitution of the United States, with whom she has lived ever since, and had several children, among whom are Nebraska Bill and various valuable and useful members of society.

The “Nebraska Bill” (Kansas-Nebraska Act of 1854) was much in the news in the 1850s. It repealed the Missouri Compromise and created two new territories. Its popular sovereignty provision led to a violent uprisings as pro-slavery and anti-slavery activists flooded into the territories to influence the vote.

In 1856 she was mighty badly scared by John C. Fremont and Horace Greely, but she was really in no danger, being duly backed up by James Buchanan, a very “clever gentleman.” Her price (she has a price) is eternal vigilance.

John C. Fremont was the first presidential candidate of the new Republican Party and Greeley was his running mate. Buchanan is now ranked as one of the worse presidents, but he was a Democrat, so the editor of the Butte Record endorsed him.

Quiz time: Who said, “The price of liberty is eternal vigilance?” This familiar quotation is usually attributed to Thomas Jefferson, but it seems he never said or wrote it. According to researchers at Monticello.org, it can be traced back, ultimately, to John Philpot Curran’s statement, “The condition upon which God hath given liberty to man is eternal vigilance; which condition if he break, servitude is at once the consequence of his crime and the punishment of his guilt.”

Note: When I wrote yesterday’s post, I said that this Christmas pictorial appeared in 1856. It was actually 1857, and the post has been corrected.

This one is almost like a rebus:

A tree on one side and a house on the other equals a small town, with a barrel in the center signifying the chief entertainment in that place. Put a sun above, and there you have it — Bangor by the light of a rising sun.

Miss Julia Budson is most likely fictional, but Ned Pratt was a real person, the driver of the stagecoach on the Marysville to Bangor route.

The Butte Record was a Democratic paper, so the editor here compliments Ned on his political advertising. Ned turns up in news stories every so often, and here’s a good one.

The Oroville Daily Butte Record had some fun for its readers on Christmas Day, 1857, which it “Furnished to our readers gratuitously as a Christmas present!”

Using standard newspaper engravings that were usually seen in advertisements and patriotic announcements (“obtained at a reckless disregard of expense”), the editor, George Crosette, put together fake news stories and entertainments for his readers. I’ll share some of these for your Yuletide amusement over the next few posts.

The page starts off with a grand illustration of the new Hotel St. Nicholas, located on the corner of Montgomery and Huntoon Streets.

Oroville in 1856 had nothing so magnificent. I doubt any building in Oroville at the time was more than two stories high. The real St. Nicholas Hotel can be seen on the left in this drawing:

Here the American eagle is shown with arrows clutched in “his right paw,” while “the vegetable productions on the other side represent roots” (actually an olive branch) as an “allegory meaning that nobody can play any root on the American people.” I am sorry to say I can’t explain the pun.

Then there is a cart and a horse, because “by giving the eagle’s picture priority to that of Franklin, we have placed the cart before the horse.” Benjamin Franklin being, of course, the patron saint of American printers.

Franklin is shown with two deer, one above and one below his portrait, because he said he once “paid two deer for a whistle.”

How the readers must have groaned at this desperate pun.

Stay tuned for more merriment from the Christmas issue of the Butte Record.

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Happy holiday reading!!!

Just like last year, the Bidwell Mansion Association is not able this year to host a live holiday event at Bidwell Mansion for members and guests. But do not despair! A virtual holiday extravaganza is in the works, coming soon to the BMA YouTube channel.

In the meantime, you can enjoy last year’s virtual “Christmas with the Bidwells.” In this YouTube video you will tour General Bidwell’s office, find out what’s cooking in the kitchen with Florence the cook, hear stories from Peter the coachman, and listen to Annie tell you about her plans for Christmas shopping. You’ll also enjoy piano and fiddle music in the parlor, just like John and Annie might have done.

Adrienne Glatz plays Annie, Nick Anderson is John Bidwell, Mike Swann is Peter, and that’s me as Florence the cook. Video recording by Elizabeth Quivey, editing by Adrienne Glatz, and music by Alicia Glatz (piano) and Joel Quivey (violin).

The new “Christmas with the Bidwells” is on its way and will be ready soon. Happy Holidays to you!

Each year John Bidwell noted Thanksgiving Day in his diary. He always recorded who gave the sermon at the Thanksgiving church service and who were the guests at dinner. Sometimes he notes sending turkeys to two or three families. But he never says what they ate for their feast.

Annie Bidwell was not as diligent a diarist as her husband, but when she wrote, she often recorded the menu, or at least some of the dishes. In 1890 they dined at the home of Emma Hobart on Thursday, so they had their own festive dinner on Friday.

Fri., Nov. 28 [1890]

Perfect day. Rev. Mr Murrish & wife, Rev & Mrs Reames, Rev & Mrs Green dined with us at one O’Clock today. Came at noon, left about 4 P.M. Had excellent dinner closing with ice-cream, plum-pudding, coffee, shelled Eng walnuts, & almonds: raisins, Japanese Persimmons, pears, apples, grapes, etc. Guests seemed happy & we enjoyed having them to “Thanksgiving Dinner” – if on Friday.

Annie writes about dessert and after-dinner fruit and nuts, but nothing about the meat or vegetables. They surely had plenty of those too.

In 1903, after the General’s death, Annie noted another Thanksgiving dinner.

Thurs., November 26. [1903]

Thanksgiving Day. Places: Church, ll A.M. Union Services at Presbyterian Church. To dinner – Sister, brother Tom, Willie, Cora, Guy, Eva, Joseph, Dr. Gatchell & Cousin Ella Gatchell. Col. Royce, his mother & wife. Rev. & Mrs. White & babe.

Good dinner. Plum pudding, ice-cream with water ice layer in blocks – 3 blocks of it. Fruits -Jap. persimmons, pears, muscat & other grapes. Apples, oranges (Reuben’s grove),pomegranates, almonds, pecan-nuts, Eng. Walnuts, hazel nuts -all from Ranch Chico – our first new olives.

Young People’s Union Social at our house this evg. 300 said to be present. Much music, joy, etc.  Weather: Faultless!

I’d like to see that “ice cream with water ice layers in blocks.” Sound quite elegant.

“Last night being Halloween the Normal students cut up shamefully.”

So wrote John Bidwell in his diary for November 1, 1899. What did those students get up to? The Chico Weekly Enterprise can tell us.

Hearing that some of the students were planning to pull some pranks, the college president, Dr. Charles C. Van Liew, warned the young men against attempting any tricks at the school, and even went so far as to hire a constable, Peter Knudson, to guard the building on Halloween night.

Shortly after nine o’clock, Knudson, who was inside the Normal building, saw a crowd of young men and boys approaching, and as soon as they were near enough he warned them to keep away, at the same time informing them that he was a regularly appointed officer. Apparently however the :”gang” paid no attention to his command, but made every attempt possible to get into the building.

So they went and “borrowed” a wagon from a blacksmith’s shop, filled it with shakes, and hauled it to the steps of the Normal building, wresting the gates off their hinges to get into the grounds. They dumped the shakes in front of the door, then went inside and got to work.

By dividing their forces they succeeded in getting inside the building, and when the rooms were opened this morning it looked as though a cyclone had been at work. Chairs were piled promiscuously in every direction and all was disorder.

When the morning session was called to order it was discovered that the piano had been filled with handkerchiefs, blotting and scrap paper of all descriptions. Even the Bible had not escaped, but some fellow had deposited his soiled collar within the sacred pages.

To say that Dr. Van Liew was indignant when he discovered this morning what had occurred would be drawing it mild, and he will make an example of the perpetrators if he secures positive proof of their identity.

Chico Weekly Enterprise, 11 November 1899

Oh those Chico State boys!

Margaret Hecox came to California overland with her husband Adna and four children in 1846. It was a long and arduous journey, but at least they did not take the Hastings Cut-Off (as did the Donner Party). They met Lansford Hastings and he suggested it, but they had a guide, Old Caleb Greenwood, who advised against it.

As they came down the western slope of the Sierra Nevada, Mrs. Hecox discovered gold:

In a little valley by the Yuba River we went into camp for a day or two. How pretty it was at this place and, although we were all tired out, we enjoyed everything, feeling happy that we were now so near our journey’s end.

It was on the Yuba River that Mrs. Aram and I discovered what we afterwards knew to be gold. We were busy at our washing down near the stream, when something brightly gleaming in the water attracted our attention. It looked like sands of gold. I gathered my apron full of the shining specks and carried it to Mr. Hecox, saying I thought it was gold.

He laughed at me and seemed to consider it a good joke. This made me angry and I threw it away. I have always been sorry that I did not keep it and wait until I could have it tested. I am sure now that it was gold. It was just like the dust they brought from the mines two years later.

Let that be a lesson to the men out there to listen to their wives.

The same day Mrs. Aram called to me in an excited manner, “Mrs. Hecox, do come here quick; I do believe I have found gold!” And so it proved to be the pure metal. It was thoroughly tested at the time. The men marked the spot, some of them declaring that they would return some day and search for more of it; but they never did.

The piece that Mrs. Aram found was about the size of a silver dime. The specimen I believe is still in the possession of Mrs. Aram’s daughter.

Mrs. Aram’s little nugget was given more credence than Margaret Hecox’s specks of gold dust. But they were both gold and if those emigrants had staked a claim there and then, they might be hailed as the discoverers of gold in California, rather than James Marshall.

This account comes from the book California Caravan: the 1846 Overland Trail Memoir of Margaret M. Hecox, edited and with an introduction by Richard Dillon, published by the Harlan-Young Press in San Jose in 1966.