Two More Letters from Nancy

Kelsey, that is. Two more letters to her friend, Helen Weber, are in the Weber Family Papers. They are written from Gilroy, where the Kelseys moved after they left Lone Pine, Inyo County.

The earthquake occurred in March 1872. By October they were in Gilroy, and by the next February they had rented a place. Nancy’s letter gives us an idea of what people were looking for in a piece of property, and what it cost in 1872. I have fixed up her spelling and added some punctuation.

We have rented a place in old Gilroy. We have to pay ten dollars a month. There is three acres of ground and a barn and a few fruit trees. I have a few chickens and ducks. I am again going to try to make me a home here if I can.

And that what Nancy, and many a pioneer woman did over and over — start again to

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Farm Girl Feeding Chickens, by Julien Dupre

make a home in a new place.

 

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The Lone Pine Earthquake

The 1872 Lone Pine Earthquake experienced by Nancy Kelsey was felt throughout California. John Bidwell, almost 400 miles north in Chico, recorded in his diary for March 26:

Very heavy earthquake at about 2.24 a.m

So the earthquake was noticeable enough in Chico to wake folks up in the wee hours of the morning. In the Owens Valley, it was devastating. 52 of Lone Pine’s 59 homes were destroyed, and 30 people died.

The earthquake had an estimated magnitude of 7.8, making it comparable to the 1906 San Francisco earthquake. It was only the sparse settlement of this remote area of California that kept this quake from being equally destructive.

One of most famous accounts of this earthquake came from John Muir, who was working as a caretaker at a Yosemite hotel at the time. Here is his report:

The shocks were so violent and varied, and succeeded one another so closely, one had to balance in walking as if on the deck of a ship among the waves, and it seemed impossible the high cliffs should escape being shattered. In particular, I feared that the sheer-fronted Sentinel Rock, which rises to a height of three thousand feet, would be shaken down, and I took shelter back of a big Pine, hoping I might be protected from outbounding boulders, should any come so far. Then, suddenly, out of the strange silence and strange motion there came a tremendous roar. The Eagle Rock, a short distance up the valley, had given way, and I saw it falling in thousands of the great boulders I had been studying so long, pouring to the valley floor in a free curve luminous from friction, making a terribly sublime and beautiful spectacle—an arc of fire fifteen hundred feet span, as true in form and as steady as a rainbow, in the midst of the stupendous roaring rock-storm.

The aftershocks were powerful and numerous. It’s no wonder that Nancy wrote that “the earth shakes so that I cant rite” and that her husband, whose boots were made for wandering anyway, was determined to sell their place at whatever loss and leave.

 

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Letters from Nancy Kelsey

I am working on a picture book biography of Nancy Kelsey, who came to California in 1841 as the only female member of the Bidwell-Bartleson Party. I’ve done lots of research, but I am always looking for that last elusive bit of information.

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Helen Murphy Weber

Friday I was at the Bancroft Library to look at three letters written by Nancy Kelsey to her friend, Helen Murphy Weber, wife of Charles M. Weber, the founder of Stockton. The Webers have their own story— he was another member of the 1841 Bidwell-Bartleson Party, and she was part of the Stephens-Murphy Party of 1844 that were the first to get wagons over the Sierra Nevada. But that is a tale for another time.

I found a reference to Nancy’s letters in the bibliography to Cecelia Holland’s “dramatized biography” of Nancy Kelsey, An Ordinary Woman. Up till now I had surmised that Nancy Kelsey was illiterate, a not unlikely conjecture for a backwoods Kentucky girl who married at 15, and who dictated her memoir. But I was wrong.

Nancy could write a good letter — her spelling was somewhat uncertain but she had decent penmanship — and there is no indication that someone else was doing the writing for her.

Here is her letter written from the Owens Valley in 1872, two weeks after the massive Lone Pine Earthquake (estimated magnitude 7.4 to 7.9). I have retained her spelling.

April the 11 1872

Mrs. Helen A. Weber

Dear friend,

As I promised to wright to you I will proceed. I would of written to you sooner but the country has bin in such An up roar that I couldnt. Ther was none of my folks hurt but they were all most scard to death. The earthquake shook down our chimney but the house did not fall. We have earthquakes every day and night yet, and my husband is sow dissatisfied that he is A-going to sell his place and leave. I am sory that he is A-going to sell for we cant get much for it at presant.

Rit to me and tell me if there is any land A round Stockton that we can get if we come out thair. The earth shakes so that I cant rite. Answer this or soon as you get it and tell me if you think that we can make A living thair.

Give my best regards to mr. webber and tell him that I would of A sent that money to him in this letter but I couldnt At present. Remember me to your children. . . . . . . . . .

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I remain your Friend.

Mrs. Nancy Kelsey

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More from The Center for Sacramento History

It’s been over two weeks since I have posted anything about California history, but I have a good excuse. My three cute granddaughters were visiting for two weeks, and when you have grandchildren around, nothing else gets done.

But now it’s back to history—

As I mentioned in my last post, I visited The Center for Sacramento History with John Rudderow. We were looking for deeds and other legal papers relating to Butte County, before it was Butte County. I was particularly interested to see if I could find a power of attorney granted by John Bidwell to someone he trusted in 1850, when he left for Washington, D.C.

Well, I didn’t find it. We did find one for Samuel Hensley, who went with Bidwell to Washington. It looks like this:

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Hensley gave his power of attorney to Robert D Merrill, who was his business partner in Sacramento. Although Hensley owned a land grant adjoining Bidwell’s grant, he didn’t live on it and spent his time in Sacramento and San Jose.

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Samuel J. Hensley

This particular power of attorney was recorded on May 31, 1850. On that date John Bidwell was in San Francisco, according to a letter he wrote to George McKinstrey. He says in the letter that “Mr. H.E. Robinson was down here, and I made an arrangement for him to act in my stead.” This is in regard to properties in Sutterville, but possibly he gave Robinson authority to act in all his business. But I don’t know who H.E. Robinson was.

I wonder if I’ll ever find out?

 

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A Visit to the Center for Sacramento History

CSH-BuildingYesterday I went with John Rudderow to the Center for Sacramento History. I have done a fair amount of research at the California State Library and the Bancroft Library, but I never knew (until now) about the Center for Sacramento History. It houses archives for the City and County of Sacramento.

The Center is in a building in an industrial part of Sacramento, near I-5 and the American River, that could house any kind of office or business.

The thing to know about CSH is that if you are interested in early California history, before statehood, they may just have something you want, even if your area of research is outside Sacramento. Before counties were created in 1850, deeds and other legal papers for northern California were filed in the District of Sacramento.

What were we looking for?

John wanted to find the deed recording the sale by John Bidwell of 640 acres of Rancho Chico to Alfred H. Stout. I was hoping to find out who Bidwell gave his power of attorney to when he left California to go to Washington D.C. in May 1850. He knew he would be gone for four or five months, so he probably left his affairs in the hands of someone he trusted. Who might it be?

Unfortunately, neither of us found what we were looking for. But our trip was not wasted. We found some other items of interest, plus I just like going to archives and looking at old records. That’s my particular quirk.

Bidwell went to Washington in company with Samuel Hensley. Hensley owned the land grant on the south side of Chico Creek, but he lived in San Jose and did not plan to develop the grant himself. In 1849 he sold two leagues to John Bidwell. That gave Bidwell control of land on both sides of Chico Creek. The deed was executed on July 6, 1849, while both men were in Sacramento.

Here is the deed:

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Know all men by these presents I, Samuel J. Hensley, of the Sacramento district and Sacramento valley for and in consideration of the sum of Five thousand dollars to me in hand paid, the receipt whereof I hereby acknowledge, have given, granted and transferred and by these presents do give, grant and transfer, unto John Bidwell of said district and valley his heirs and assigns, the undivided half of four square leagues of land situated between Bute and Chico Creeks and bounded as follows, on the west by the tract of land granted to E.A. Farwell by the Mexican Government and Chico Creek, on the northeast and east by the barren land along the base of the Sierra Nevada and by Bute Creek, and on the South and Southwest by a tract of land granted by by me, the said Saml. J. Hensley unto one James W. Marshall and by the grant of the aforesaid E. A. Farwell  . . . .

Next time: Another item from the Center for Sacramento History.

 

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A Chico Fourth of July

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How did 19th century Chicoans celebrate Independence Day? Here’s an entry from John Bidwell’s diary for 1876 that will give you a glimpse:

Tues. July 4
Warm, very – no wind. = Bells rang & cannon & anvils roared all last night – Celebration went off well – good oration by Rev. Mr Dickerman – Fireworks & ball in evening. = Lost our greyhound, Roamer = Haynes had watermelons ripe in town. =

An oration by a public figure was a must. That would be followed by the reading of the Declaration of Independence and at least one patriotic poem. There would have been a parade too, and the town was decked out in red, white, and blue bunting. It was a day-long event, and as Bidwell notes, it started the night before, and went on well into the evening of the 4th with fireworks and dancing.

Watermelons were a feature, then as now. Roamer the greyhound was probably frightened off by all the noise from the cannons and fireworks. He was found a few days later seven miles away at Hog Springs, a place you can still see on the old Humboldt Road.

Bells ringing and cannon firing were a popular way to mark Independence Day.  But what’s this about “anvils roared?” How do they do that?

If you didn’t have a cannon (or even if you did), “firing the anvil” was a great way to generate noise and excitement in the 19th century. All you needed were two anvils and some black powder, which you could get from your friendly neighborhood blacksmith. Here’s what you do:anvil

(I don’t recommend trying this at home, even if you do happen to have an anvil. Could be dangerous.)

Take one anvil and turn it upside down. On the underside is a hollow about the size of a brick. Pour in some gunpowder and place a fuse or a trail of gunpowder. Then place the other anvil right side up on top. When you light off the gunpowder, you will get a terrific explosion and the top anvil will fly at least a hundred feet in the air. It will come down too, so clear the deck.

You can find some examples of anvil firing on YouTube, like this one.

 

 

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A Glimpse of the Goldfields

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Here are two letters, written in July 1849, that give a glimpse of life in the goldfields on the Feather River. They were written by John C. Buchanan, who worked for John Bidwell and evidently supervised his diggings at Bidwell Bar when Bidwell was elsewhere. I can find nothing else about Buchanan — he doesn’t show up on Butte County censuses, for instance.

Buchanan wrote a letter to Bidwell, and enclosed another letter addressed to Dr. John Townsend in San Francisco. The first letter is in the Bidwell papers at the California State Library, and the second I found in the Townsend papers at the Society of California Pioneers.

Feather River July 4th 1849

Friend Bidwell

Do me the favor to place the enclosed letter addressed to Dr. Townsend in the hand of some person who will trouble himself with its safe delivery. Mr. Tucker paid me $300 will pay the balance some other time.

The fourth is a prodigiously warm and dull day with us, the diggers are all too lazy to dig and Hamilton is indisposed to day.

Cacama ran away last night, taking with a blanket not his own, and a small quantity of Gold from Rafael pocket. It would have been much better to have worked him at a Machine though the Bar is very poor in many places. Yesterday with two machines I made $32.00 horrible. To day a number of Rush bottomers passed up the River hunting Gold. I fear the River will be so overrun that we shall do but little in Indian Trade with out extraordinary exertions, bring up 12 dry good Brands. I neglected to place on the Memorandum a few pounds of Nails small size.

Seal my letter to Townsend. It is only stuck together with paste.

In haste

Yours &c

Jn. C. Buchanan

don’t forget steel Pans

Here is the second letter, to Townsend. Note how in both letters Buchanan remarks on the “laziness” of the Indian workers and the unwelcome influx of gold seekers.

Feather River, July 5th, 1849

Dear Doctor

A short time before leaving San Francisco I left in the hands of Mr. B. S. Lippincott the sum of $2040 in Gold dust at $16.00 pr oz. He is also indebted to me in the sum of $1800 Bal due on Pueblo Lots sold him making in all thirty-eight hundred and forty dollars for which I neglected to take any obligation or anything to show that the Amt. is due me. I believe him to be a man of too high a sense of honor to take advantage of confidence reposed in him. Yet in case of accident such matters should be properly attended to. As I shall not have an opportunity of seeing him for several months, I must beg the favor of you to obtain from him the amount as above with such interest as he thinks proper to pay, and deposit it with some responsible merchant in order that I may get it immediately upon reaching San Francisco as I shall be likely to want it very much.

My operation here in company with Bidwell, I apprehend will prove rather unprofitable. We have already been at an expense of $10,000 procuring supplies. Out of a Band of 320 head of Cattle we have already lost two thirds, which is a very severe loss, as Beef alone will command the Indian trade which though extensive is not very large. The mining region here seems to be filled up with Gold Seekers, many of whom are sadly discouraged, particularly the Oregon boys [?] , not a few of whom have already gone back. I wish they would all go.

I hear nothing transpiring in this part of California worthy of notice. There seems to be more peace and quietness among us here than in many other parts of the mineral region owing I presume to the scarcity of the Yellow dirt, which seems to breed more mischief than anything else. On Yuba very rich diggings have been found high up the River and many adventurers are already on their way from the [?] we had of the mountains last summer. I should judge there will be some hard climbing and perhaps some necks broken this summer.

My health continues very good although I have been most sadly tormented with innumerable boils from head to foot. Old Job would have had his patience sorely tried had he been as much tormented as myself digging gold at the same time.

I have made enquiries after You repeatedly of late, but have never had a word of intelligence. Therefore suppose you have had too much good sense to expose yourself among the mountains & outlaws this summer, and doubtless have been more profitably employed in San Francisco. I left in the hands of George McKinstry at Sutterville $225. requesting him to send you the amount in April last and presume you have obtained it if not, draw on him for that sum which will be paid at sight. I gave your horse and the old pack for an American man [one?]* which was stolen from me, a few days after the exchange at his claim, though she was tied close to the head of my Bed my slumbers were very profound and the Rascal a daring one.

I must close and go look after my Indian diggers who will not fail to cease working when I am off the Bar. Should you meet with an opportunity of forwarding a letter I should be most happy to hear from You.

Your friend

Jn. C. Buchanan

*He definitely wrote the word “man” here, but the sentence makes more sense if had written “one”, i.e., he traded the old horse and pack for an American horse, which was stolen.

 

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A Visit to the Bayliss Library

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The Bayliss Library, in Glenn County, celebrates its centennial this year, and yesterday the community marked one hundred years of library service to this rural area with everything you could want in a community celebration: speeches, music, food, activities for the kids, and the chance to see a lovely old-fashioned library.

DSCF3579The Bayliss Library is a Carnegie library, built in 1917 with money donated by steel magnate and philanthropist Andrew Carnegie. Carnegie financed 1689 libraries in the United States, and many more overseas. 142 were built in California, and 36 of those still operate as public libraries, including the Bayliss Library. The Biggs Branch of the Butte County Library is also a Carnegie Library. Other Carnegie libraries in the region have been put to other uses: the library in Orland became a community center, the one in Oroville houses the Butte County Law Library, and the one in Chico is now the Chico Museum.

The Bayliss Library is unusual because it is a rural library, in an unincorporated community, surrounded by agricultural land. All other Carnegie libraries that I am aware of were established in incorporated towns and cities, where the municipal government was responsible for the continuing staffing and maintenance of the library. Bayliss Library is now operated as a branch of the Willows Library, and is open one day a week, on Tuesdays.

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Andrew Carnegie watches over the library, which has fine wood trim and bookcases throughout.

 

 

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My New Project

I am working on a picture book biography of Nancy Kelsey, the first American woman to come over the Sierra Nevada into California. Nancy was seventeen years old when she set out across the plains with her husband Ben and their one-year-old daughter Martha Ann. When the company split at Soda Springs, she was the only woman to travel into the unknown desert toward California (the few other women went to Oregon, the safer option).

When friends told her she should stay behind and wait for Ben to check out California first she said,

Where my husband goes, I can go. I can better endure the hardships of the journey than the anxieties for an absent husband.  

Steve Ferchaud, who illustrated my John & Annie picture book, is working on the illustrations, and his sketches look great.

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Nancy Kelsey admires her handiwork on the Bear Flag

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A mule tumbles over a cliff in the Sierra Nevada mountains

I feel sorry for that poor mule who fell to his death in a rocky canyon. Although if he had not fallen, he probably would have been eaten. Members of the Bidwell-Bartleson Party had to eat their oxen first, and when those were gone and they couldn’t find game, they had to eat their mules to survive.

I’ll keep you posted as the book progresses. If all goes well it will be out this fall, another story of early California from Goldfields Books.

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Another Final Word on Talbot H. Green

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Where Green Street in San Francisco meets the Embarcadero, there are plaques embedded in the pavement telling the history behind the street name. Similar plaques adorn Fremont, Francisco, Brannan, Townsend, and other streets of the City.

All cities should do this so we can learn some history as we hurry along the street.

 

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One plaque is a portrait of Talbot H, Green, but it is almost certainly Samuel J. Hensley. The image is very much worn down by the countless shoes that have passed over it.

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Another plaque has a description of Green’s career in California. It isn’t entirely accurate, but it comes close.

There is an image of a mask (very appropriate!) The mask reminds me of something drawn by Edward Gorey.

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And, last but by no means least, there is a quote from Oscar Wilde. This is the perfect quote to match the story of Talbot Green.

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I am indebted to the website Public Art and Architecture from Around the World for these images.  Someday I’ll go look at them myself. They are just across the street from the new location of the Exploratorium at Pier 15.

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