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  • These are from actual U.S. documents, notes and transcripts from the Mexican and American government and military office.

     

    Epifanio Gallego and his two brothers, Rodolfo and Fulgencio Gallego (s) are mentioned in these documents. These reports have been translated from Spansih to English from Google Translate. Should you want to read them in spanish, just click the link below. They are sorted below, by the event dates. It some times looses it's meaning when it's been translated into english.

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    Twentieth Century > 1910-1919

    Revolution and the constitutional regime. Document 447. Report of the Inspector

    Mr Fernando German Consulates in El Paso, Tex .

    Calexico , CA , October 17, 1913 .

    Report of Mr. Fernando German in charge of the Consulate of Mexico in Calexico , CA , to

    Inspector of Consulates in El Paso, Tex . on his interview with Lt. . Corle . Llaguno Augustine ,

    and more Esteban Cantu and Cervantes , Mexicali , BC, about the revolutionary activities of

    Rodolfo L. Gallego, from Hermosillo , Son. , with intent to attack the customs of Los Algodones

    and Mexicali population . [ A.R.E. L -E- 756. ]

    Calexico , CA , October 17, 1913 .

    On the 15th of this had the honor to transmit to you the following telegram , which confirm:

    "Two. complicated situation, all the rebels who were in it to find out Gallego, who is returning

    from Hermosillo Altar course , brings claims take Los Algodones and Mexicali. Respectfully.

    When you answer that was served :

    Please correct your telegram to inspection on movement Gallego and gathering of Major Cantu

    detailed report on the matter , warning the result this way. "

    As soon as I received it crossed the line and had a long conference with the Lords Lieutenant

    Colonel Commander of the Forces and Senior Llaguno Agustín Cervantes and Cantu ,

    who found talking to the Customs counter and Agustin Contreras Los Algodones , the latter

    Constitutionalists have appointed its representative in Yuma , Arizona , being so aware of the

    movements that seek to make, but as this gentleman has strong commitment to serve the

    Government has been giving us accurate information about everything and if you have the

    Fortunately surprising movements which I will refer later, has done a really important service .

    On my return from Mexicali , I wrote the following telegram copy , which could not be sent by the

    telegraph office closed at 6 p. m.

    " I interviewed Mayor Cantu, Rodolfo L. Gallego will inform me on 22 or 23 with one hundred

    and fifty armed men . He left Hermosillo 10, with a hundred . In uniéronsele Santana fifty more .

    Next Sunday it intends to leave , Carlos C. Mendoza, brother Gallego and seven more , carrying

    40 weapons drive to the Stock Exchange, where ringleader encontraránse Gallego. Today will

    leave it to Yuma, Padilla Gallegosupporters task of teaching , where he has hidden weapons

    in August , seven chairs and a park in front of Yuma, in Summerton , Arizona. Details mail.

    Respectfully . "

    At the conference I had last night with Mr. Augustine Contreras, said that today I went to Yuma ,

    where the day and let me know when you plan to dig the 40 rifles that are on American soil ,

    near Calexico , to lead in a car , Fulgencio Gallego , brother of the leader , Carlos C. Mendoza ,

    former Commander of the police in Ensenada and seven more .

    I also said today it would leave to Yuma , an individual named Padilla, with the sole purpose of

    indicating the place where they are buried eight rifles , seven horses and a little park in front of

    Yuma , in Summerton , Arizona.

    are aware of all the military authorities in Mexicali , where extra precautions are taken to prevent

    weapons items are included in the bulk of the people who bring Rodolfo L. Gallego. For my

    part I have given timely notice to the Military Chief in it, to cooperate with our troops is achieved

    satisfactory success .

    Mr. Contreras asked the military authorities to furnish funds to continue to travel, and costs of

    telegrams, etc. . but still very little even to cover the assets of the troops , I indicated that I will

    supply the funds Consulate , to which I agreed of course, without the prior permission of the

    superiority issue because it was taken and the success depended on the use of time.

    I gave him the sum of Dls . 50.00, fifty dollars, getting a receipt , although this amount will be

    under my personal responsibility , while the upper has to either approve the expenditure , I think

    it will be considered grounds for me to be paid.

    I can not find in the documents of the Consulate 's recent circular referred to secret expenses ,

    therefore I would entreat you have to either order a copy send me to keep it in mind in similar

    cases .

    I am pleased to reiterate to you, on this occasion, the assurances of my most respectful

    consideration.

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    Revolución y Régimen Constitucionalista. Documento 461. Informe del Sr. Manuel Beltrán, Cónsul de México en Yunia, Arizona.

    Rodolfo and Fulgencio Gallego                                                       

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    Twentieth Century > 1910-1919

    Revolution and the constitutional regime. Document 453. Correspondence from

    Mayor Esteban Cantu , Mr. Manuel Beltran , Consul of Mexico in Yuma , Arizona.

    Mexicali , B. C., October 29, 1913 .

    Correspondence from Mayor Esteban Cantu , Mr. Manuel Beltran , Consul of Mexico in Yuma ,

    Arizona, about rebel activities Rodolfo L. Gallego, Carlos Durazo , Francisco Gonzalez and

    Francisco Moreno , in the town of Calexico, California, and the possibility of cutting the progress

    of any item from Sonora, at the point called Tinaja Alta, located in American territory. [ A.R.E. L -

    E- 865. ]

    Mexicali , B. C., October 29, 1913 .

    Don Manuel Beltran.

    Yuma , Arizona.

    My dear and esteemed friend :

    Yesterday I had the information " received Braulio Enriquez, in Calexico, Rodolfo L. Gallego

    letter , dated Caborca the 20th of the current month, and in which he says will come out of that

    place in five days due to Laguna Prieta, where they expect to arrive in two weeks , that does not

    tell the number of people bringing lest you fail to receive your letter, but that brings good people

    for this campaign.

    They arrived yesterday at Calexico, Nogales from the leaders , Carlos Durazo , Francisco

    Gonzalez and Francisco Moreno , in order to ensure the purchase of arms and cartridges.

    Carlos Durazo said that on 25 out of a guy named Nogales Gallardo , who was titled as Mayor,

    bringing a hundred men and two machine guns, and in Caborca Luis Hernandez will be

    joined by twenty more. Gallego brings many hand grenades and about fifty of his men without

    weapons. Gallardo will come as six or seven games behind Gallego , who upon arrival in

    Laguna Prieta continue the Colorado River.

    So far the information received , which left the respectable criteria you judge , according to

    reports received by the Consulate of your worthy charge.

    Knowing the good understanding which has kept you with the judicial and military authorities

    in that , let me inform you that there is the possibility for an absolute obstacle to the progress

    of any game of rebels coming from Sonora to this region , as you know them Drinking water

    is essential Tinaja Alta, whose point is in American territory , so to be in accordance with the

    Military Authority may send it by taking surveys for water in the said point they pick the horses

    that have won in different places and their weapons if we took them . With this help us to serve

    you , the persecution we do for our part I am sure the separatist unpatriotic not alter in any order

    that has prevailed in this region.

    The guns that spoke to you today by phone, and I think it will have collected , for I am well

    informed that no complaints to "express "until tomorrow. These weapons were sent by a group

    of rebels who are in Calexico , to go by rail , and cross arms in that the dividing line in the

    Monument No. 204, or nearby , to join the people who come to Sonora. Near the monument

    expressed know that there are seven buried weapons and the same number of frames that

    purport to draw , so monitoring would be appropriate at this point to attempt to pick them up

    when moved to Yuma.

    For my part I will give you all the reports that come to my knowledge for the success of its work.

    Looks forward to his very significant news your affectionate friend and very attentive servant.

    Esteban Cantu

    Yuma , Arizona, October 30, 1913 .

    Lord Mayor Esteban Cantu , Mexicali , B.C. Mexico.

    My dear and esteemed friend :

    Today I had the pleasure of receiving your letter dated yesterday , which supply information on

    the issue of Rodolfo L. Gallego, as well as Calexico arrival of several leaders from Nogales who

    are in charge of buying weapons.

    Thank you these reports that I will be very useful for the best performance in my work.

    Giving away their wishes, today I spoke with Lt. Winton, military commander here, on whether

    to send American troops into High Tinajas to an absolute obstacle to the progress of items

    rebels coming from Sonora, said the habiéndome Lieutenant repeated that even though he had

    suggested to headquarters , where depends sending those troops , now that it was necessary

    again expose the presence there of an American detachment .

    Regarding the weapons shipment that served you talk on the phone, I have the pleasure

    to inform you that he is under arrest and secured in the Office of the " Wells Fargo & Co.

    Express , "because we hope that you come to to arrest the responsible or officers receive , and

    if that does not happen , then it will be seized by American authorities . Lt. Winton managed to

    get out of the cargo 30 to 30 caliber cartridge , which contains weapons test .

    Of the weapons are buried near the boundary line, also I informed the Deputy Winton , but told

    me to have knowledge that were already removed.

    Reports to be getting on all these issues will have real pleasure in communicating to you and

    me while I repeat as always your affectionate friend and very attentive SS

    Manuel Beltran , Jr.

    Source:

    HISTORICAL DOCUMENTS OF THE MEXICAN REVOLUTION XIV.

    Founder: Isidro Fabela

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    Revolución y Régimen Constitucionalista. Documento 453. Correspondencia del Mayor Esteban Cantú, con el Sr. Manuel Beltrán, Cónsul de México en Yuma, Arizona.

    Rodolfo Gallego (s)                                                                     

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    Twentieth Century 1910-1919

    Revolution and the constitutional regime. Document 458. Mr. Fernando Alcalá

    Report to the Inspector of Consulates in El Paso, Tex .

    Calexico , CA , November 15, 1913 .

    Report of Mr. Fernando Alcala , head of the Consulate of Mexico in Calexico , California, the

    Inspector of Consulates in El Paso, Tex . , about the possible attack on the town of Mexicali ,

    BC, by the forces led by Rodolfo Gallego , attaching to extend this report , a newspaper clipping

    Imperial Interprise , containing the news above. [ A.R.E. L -E- 756. ]

    Calexico , CA , November 15, 1913 .

    Today I had the honor to transmit to you the following message to confirm:

    "Press now publishes , Gallego Mexicali morning attack , with eight hundred and fifty

    men. people do you think authorized warns residents out of danger. fitting well prepared.

    Respectfully. "

    Deputy I would refer you to a cut of "Imperial Interprise "where is contained the news to which I

    refer should add that if not quite, I think is unlikely to be true.

    I am pleased to reiterate to you the assurances of my consideration.

    The manager of the Consulate.

    Fernando Alcalá

    Lord Inspector of Consulates of Mexico , El Paso, Texas.

    Imperial , California , Saturday , Calif., Saturday , November 15 , 1913.

    Imperial Interprise .

    " Coming to announce Constitutionalist attack on Mexicali.

    " Give out flat Calexico Rebels warn people.

    Gallego Say That With 850 Men , 4 Machine Guns , Are Coming.

    Attack as soon as I made Arrives

    Mexicali May Reach Today or Tomorrow Coming From Colorado River. Special to the

    Enterprise.

    "Calexico , Nov. 14. The constitutionalists (? ) Who Are Operating in Lower California, made

    today Known That Their forces , under Rudolf Gallego, Mexicali will attack tomorrow or Sunday .

    Gallego and His Men Have Been Marching Toward Their Mexicali from camp on the Colorado

    river for Several days. He is haid to Have 850 men and four machine guns . Also I have many

    friends and sympathizers here Who Will Probably join him When He Reaches Mexicali .

    "The Men Who Revealed Their plans are good Considered Authority and Their statments

    Generally are accepted here . Thay Their wisher They said plans to be published in advance in

    order That the People who might be in danger would be so Warned They Might Avoid danger ,

    Saying They would do all in Their Power to Protect Citizens and assured people That There

    would be no danger of damage on Their part by firing across the border.

    " Gallego is in charge of all Operations Revolutionist in Lower California and historical forces

    are Expected to take control in the country and as I Properly is fighting for His people and to

    the Conditions of Their Better Government in all respects Malthus Their standard of citizenship

    making Higher . They Probably will move on to Ensenada Mexicali After taking if They Are

    Successful , of Which There Is No Doubt .

    "The federal forces now in Mexicali Have Been Preparing for battle and the Last Few Days

    Have reccived Reinforcements from Ensenada , Making Their number about 400, well equipped

    with artillery . They Also Have ordered the closing of all business in Mexicali by Monday and the

    flood of Their Inhabitants are Returning to Their side of the line rapidly. "

    Source:

    HISTORICAL DOCUMENTS OF THE MEXICAN REVOLUTION XIV.

    Founder: Isidro Fabela

    Regime Constitutional Revolution and Volume 2 of the Volume I

    Edited by the Historical Research Commission of the Mexican Revolution under the leadership

    of E. JOSEPHINE Fabela

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    Rodolfo Gallego (s)                                                                             

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    Twentieth Century 1910-1919

    Revolution and the constitutional regime. Document 472. Mr J.A. Report Mateos to

    the Inspector General Consulate in El Paso, Tex .

    Calexico , CA , December 7, 1913

    Mr J.A. Report Mateos , dated in Calexico , CA , the Inspector General of Consulate in El Paso,

    Tex . , about his involvement in Mexicali , BC , due to rumors of a new invasion and attack on this

    population, led by the elements Rodolfo L. Gallego, and a spate emigration of members of the

    Industrial Association " Workmen of the World. " [ A.R.E. L -E- 756. ]

    Reserved .

    Calexico , CA , December 7, 1913 .

    For several days, both here as on the Mexican side there is a rumor that it is preparing a new

    invasion and attack on Mexicali , so I approached with Mr Provincial Political latter point try to have

    someone initiation of an investigation about the rumor in question.

    Mr. Lt. Col. Llaguno told me that he had discharged two individuals in the body of auxiliaries, to use

    in the surveillance , which certainly put at my disposal.

    The reports have been ministered to me are as follows : The leader Rodolfo L. Gallego , is

    currently near Laguna Prieta , points called " Jar High " and " Jar of Papago "pending and 200 men

    who came from Hermosillo , Sonora, and communicates with Agustin Contreras , and Marcelino

    Avila , residents Yuma and who are agents of the rebels, by a French guy called Camou .

    The first day of the current left Yuma bound for Los Angeles , an individual who is called " Pina

    MP " , in order to buy arms and ammunition and introduce a national territory by a place called Los

    Rios , where some weapons are buried and ammunition .

    The same officials said they suspected me Fulgencio Gallego , brother of the leader, had in his

    house a cache of weapons and ammunition , as it seems there is a group here just waiting to be

    ordered the advance on Mexicali.

    The newspaper " Calexico Chronicle, 5 of the present, published a telegram from Redding , CA ,

    which I will send you an attachment, which speaks of a flood migration to the South , members

    of the Association IWW ( Industrial Workmen of the World) " , people from bad backgrounds and

    have provided help in his latest plot Gallego.

    In view of the foregoing , it seemed appropriate to send to you the following message that

    confirms :

    " Quench prominent astrologer autralacidad Mexicali (all on key).

    The reason I am requesting your permission to send more than one representative to the meeting

    places of the filibusters , is that it has come to my attention that they perform together in various

    places within the jurisdiction of this consulate , ie In Imperial , El Centro, Browley , Holtville , etc.

    I'm waiting for my agents to confirm their suspicions about the arms cache at the home of

    Fulgencio Gallego , to proceed according to circumstances.

    All I have the honor to the superior knowledge of you for what has place , allowing me to

    emphasize what comes to sending an agent to be aware in advance of the plans of the Americans

    and be able to remedy in time .

    I reiterate to you the assurances of my highest consideration.

    J. A. Mateos

    Lord Inspector of Consulates , El Paso, Texas.

    Source:

    HISTORICAL DOCUMENTS OF THE MEXICAN REVOLUTION XIV.

    Founder: Isidro Fabela

    Regime Constitutional Revolution and Volume 2 of the Volume I

    Edited by the Historical Research Commission of the Mexican Revolution under the leadership of

    E. JOSEPHINE Fabela

    Coordinator: V. RAMOS ROBERTO Researchers: Luis G. CEBALLOS , MIGUEL SALDAÑA,

    BALDOMERO SEGURA GARCIA, HUMBERTO TEJERA .

    EDITORIAL JUS , S. A. MEXICO , 1968. pp.406 -407.

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    Fulgencio and Rodolfo Gallego (s)                                                     

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    Twentieth Century 1910-1919

    Revolution and the constitutional regime. Document 461. Report by Mr. Manuel

    Beltran , Consul of Mexico in Yunia , Arizona.

    Yuma , Arizona, November 17, 1913 .

    Report by Mr. Manuel Beltran , Consul of Mexico in Yuma , Arizona , on the outcome of

    the battle developed between the federal forces under Major Esteban Cantu, and the

    revolutionaries commanded by Rodolfo L. Gallego, at a place called The Little Island , along the

    Colorado River , on the Sonora side . [ A.R.E. L -E -865 ]

    Yuma , Arizona, November 17, 1913 .

    Have been received in this office consular been news of a battle between federal forces

    commanded by Major Stephen Cantu and the rebel group in front which is Rodolfo Gallego. The

    fight took place last Friday in a place called "La Islita " , located on the banks of the Colorado

    River , about 12 miles of the boundary line in the Sonora side .

    The result of combat, according to the same news was a real triumph for the forces of the

    Supreme Government , as these completely defeated the rebels , making 15 people , capturing

    large numbers of weapons , ammunition and money putting in shameful flight the rest of the

    rebel group .

    I have also been reported that about seven rebels crossed the international line, penetrating into

    American territory , without any difficulty, for American troops stationed here ignore any of the

    entry and exit of these outlaws.

    Equally I am pleased to inform you that as far as is known in this office concerning the defeat

    of Gallego and strength, it has lost all support to its people and therefore the invasion of the

    territory of Baja California has been a new failure.

    All that I am honored to inform you , repeating my very careful consideration.

    M. Beltran

    Source:

    HISTORICAL DOCUMENTS OF THE MEXICAN REVOLUTION XIV.

    Founder: Isidro Fabela

    Regime Constitutional Revolution and Volume 2 of the Volume I

    Edited by the Historical Research Commission of the Mexican Revolution under the leadership

    of E. JOSEPHINE Fabela

    Coordinator: V. RAMOS ROBERTO Researchers: Luis G. CEBALLOS , MIGUEL SALDAÑA,

    BALDOMERO SEGURA GARCIA, HUMBERTO TEJERA .

    EDITORIAL JUS , S. A. MEXICO , 1968. pp.392 .

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    Rodolfo Gallego (s)                                                                

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    Twentieth Century 1910-1919

    Revolution and the constitutional regime. Document 462. Report by Mr. ManuelBeltran , Consul of Mexico in Yuma , Arizona, the Inspector of Consulates in El

    Paso , Texas.

    Yuma , Arizona, November 19, 1913 .

    Report by Mr. Manuel Beltran , Consul of Mexico in Yuma , Arizona, the Inspector of Consulates

    in El Paso , Texas , on the arrival of Carlos Durazo , RF Gonzalez , F. M. Moreno , E. Samano

    and Epifanio Gallego, from Calexico , CA , to confer with Rodolfo L. Gallego, and ask for details of

    the complete defeat and dispersal of its forces. Durazo mentions that labeled him a traitor , having

    disposed of the assets for the forces of Gallego. [ A.R.E. L -E- 865. ]

    Mexican Consular Service .

    Yuma , Arizona, November 19, 1913 .

    On the occasion of the defeat to the rebels and federal forces under Major Cantu, who has

    knowledge of this inspection , have come to this place Calexico from the following individuals :

    Carlos Durazo , RF Gonzalez , F.M. Moreno , E. Epifanio Samano and , Gallego the latter a

    brother of the leader of the same name.

    These guys came out yesterday morning in a car heading for the line, as I learned to speak with

    Rodolfo L. Gallego and ask for details about the complete defeat and dispersal of its forces. From

    this fact immediately di Lieutenant knowledge of the American garrison detachment in Yuma , so

    they serve comply with surveillance was necessary.

    Today also spoke with Constable Julio Martinez , who has entrusted the work of the Department of

    Justice agent , Bowen , and he is a person whom the undersigned has confidence. Martinez under

    the commission has been in constant contact with the reference group and therefore knows the

    movements of these individuals, habiéndome who spoke yesterday said Rodolfo Gallego , who is

    buried in Mexican territory , that this conference was the line for fear that some of the rebels who

    are in this county give Durazo death , qualify him as a traitor and for not having found any quantity

    supplied all who crossed the line in a position so precarious that they do not have to buy food .

    Durazo said Martinez who was in charge of paying Gallego forces , for which he was given the

    sum of seven thousand dollars , a sum that has been prepared. Just yesterday one of the rebels ,

    named Gonzaga tried to unload your weapon on Durazo , but accompanying this Gonzaga

    intervened and persuaded not to commit such an act, because they were on American soil and

    then aggravate the situation by both sides.

    Martínez as I infer from the conversation I had , has a mandate to monitor Gallego and hope that  if passed into American territory was apprehended .

    Finally, and try by every means I have at my disposal , to monitor the repeated group , reporting to

    the Inspection of the results of my efforts.

    I renew to you my most careful consideration.

    Manuel Beltrán

    Lord Inspector of Consulates . El Paso , Texas.

    Source:

    HISTORICAL DOCUMENTS OF THE MEXICAN REVOLUTION XIV.

    Founder: Isidro Fabela

    Regime Constitutional Revolution and Volume 2 of the Volume I

    Edited by the Historical Research Commission of the Mexican Revolution under the leadership of

    E. JOSEPHINE Fabela

    Coordinator: V. RAMOS ROBERTO Researchers: Luis G. CEBALLOS , MIGUEL SALDAÑA,

    BALDOMERO SEGURA GARCIA, HUMBERTO TEJERA .

    EDI

    TORIAL JUS , S. A. MEXICO , 1968. pp.393 -394.

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    Epifanio and Rodolfo Gallego (s)                                                                 

  • Independence > Miguel Hidalgo          (7) Name mentioned once

    Miguel Hidalgo Papers 1746 -1809

    1804

    Charge Account and Data General , which gives the Br Dn . Miguel Hidalgo y Costilla the bener Rector ,

    Candelaria Santelices Montezuma and Gallegos. (See 203)

    File concerning the disposition of the bishopric of Michoacan to examine Miguel Hidalgo y Costilla Jose

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    Quotation Source: 500 Anos de Mexico en documentos                                        

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     La Guerra CristeraViva Cristro Rey

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    Google Translated to english

    -Stages of the uprising : Now let's review what were the main events of the Christ War, with the goal of having a comprehensive understanding of this armed conflict.

    For this reason, many people were evicted from their homes and sent to other towns. By May 1927, some of the top leaders as Miguel Hernandez and Fr Vega was marched to the United States. At the moment the reins are having "The Fourteen", supported by Toribio Valadés and Victor Lopez. On May 4th, He died in an ambush, General Rodolfo Gallegos Cristero, but the rebellion had spread flashing lights, through Michoacán, Guanajuato, Morelos, Guerrero, Puebla and Veracruz.

    In late May of Colima Cristeros had exhausted their ammunition and were dispersed, pursued by the feds, until August, after fleeing across the Colima volcano, were brought from Guadalajara park, and the government responded with insults Desperate to:

    "The Episcopal hordes of fans duped by the hoax clerical been released to the wild adventure of restoring the rule of the priests."


    Another version of the story told of his death:                                   


    • May 4
      , 1927 (Wednesday)    
                                                                              

      Died:
      General Rodolfo Gallegos, Mexican rebel leader who had led the April 19 train robbery and massacre, was shot while trying to flee federal authorities  


    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/May_1927  



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    World History for the Relaxed Historian
    WORLD HISTORY FOR THE RELAXED HISTORIAN

    From Dictatorship to Constitutional Republic

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    Cristero Rebellion: part 1 - toward the abyss
    Jim Tuck

    On September 28 the mayor of Pénjamo, Guanajuato, Luis Navarro Origel, led another uprising. Beaten by the federals in the open country around Pénjamo, Navarrols men retreated to the rugged Guanajuato sierra to carry on as guerrillas. This action was followed by the September 29 rising of Trinidad Mora in Durango and an October 4 insurgency in southern Guanajuato, the latter led by a former federal general named Rodolfo Gallegos. Both Mora and Gallegos were eventually forced to adopt Navarro's tactic of fading into the sierra after being bested by federal troops in open country.

    MexConnect

    http://www.mexconnect.com/articles/286-cristero-rebellion-part-1

    More to this story go to part 2 and 3

    Cristero Rebellion: part 2: the combat phase - Jim Tuck

    http://www.mexconnect.com/articles/284-cristero-rebellion-part-2-the-combat-phase

    Cristero Rebellion: part 3 - behind the scenes -  Jim Tuck

    http://www.mexconnect.com/articles/282-cristero-rebellion-part-3-behind-the-scenes

  • Plunder Motive Strong

     

    The plunder motive is strong with border Mexicans just now. It has been cultivated so long in numerous rebellions that it has come to be second nature. Looking across the imaginary geographic line called the “border,” the plunder bond of Mexicans sees rich valleys, wealthy cities, immense ranches well worked and well tilled, prosperous homes, banks with real money in them in contrast with those in Northern Mexico carrying flat money of this or that rebellion, and they are itching for a chance to get at it all.

     

              The threat of Rodolfo Gallego to attack Mexicali, the Mexican border town just across the line from Calexico, Cal., either tomorrow or next day is generally interpreted here by Americans, whose fears are fully aroused, as bearing out the findings that the border Mexicans have hidden away arms for the awaited day to invade American city and country and pillage and plunder money bags and vaults in a way never before heard of in Mexico. Gallego is alleged to have warned of his forthcoming attack to enable American citizens in Mexico to get across the line and out of harm’s way, but those who know Gallego and the three or four hundred freebooters in his train well know that they would suffer no pangs of conscience if, drunk with some success, they should mistake an American home or bank for Mexican property or mistake an American miss for a Mexican maid.

     

    Los Angeles Times, November 15, 1913

    Testimonio: A Documentary History of the Mexican-American Struggle for Civil Rights (Hispanic Civil Rights)

     

    Quotation Source: this was taken from this book "Testimonio" A Documentary History of the Mexican American Struggle for Civil Rights. By: F. Arturo Rosals

  • Volumen 18 / Documento 235
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    EL IMPACTO DEL MADERISMO EN BAJA CALIFORNIA, 1911

    Marco Antonio Samaniego López[ 1 ]


    .

    La toma de Mexicali: ¿magonistas?

    La campaña realizada por agentes magonistas en Baja California encontró respuesta principalmente entre indígenas cucapá, kiliwa y pai-pai.[ 32 ] El líder inicial fue Camilo Jiménez, pero, al morir éste en combate, se destacaron Emilio Guerrero y el capitán Carlos; el primero dirigió también a los indios de la sierra, mientras que el segundo se mantuvo en el valle de Mexicali. Alrededor de 70 indígenas participaron en el movimiento armado del lado revolucionario, aunque la mayoría de los indígenas del Distrito Norte de la Baja California permaneció fiel al gobierno y varios de ellos colaboraron con los rancheros de las delegaciones de Tecate y Tijuana en la defensa, primero, del gobierno constituido, y, desde finales de febrero, en contra de lo que se empezó a interpretar como un movimiento anexionista. De igual forma, varios rancheros de Mexicali, entre los que se destacan Rodolfo L. Gallego, Salvador Orozco, Margarita Ortega, Feliciano B. Esparza -quien distribuía Regeneración -, Natividad Cortés, así como varios integrantes de las familias Ochoa y Esparza, se vieron involucrados en la organización del movimiento. Manuel Cabrera, propietario de ganado y desalojado del lugar denominado El Mayor por los dueños de la Colorado River Land Company -empresa propietaria de más de 300 000 hectáreas en el delta del Río Colorado-, fue uno de los que colaboró en hacer propaganda entre los indígenas. De todos ellos, los únicos que permanecieron fieles al PLM fueron Natividad Cortés y Margarita Ortega; los demás, luego de los tratados de Ciudad Juárez se declararon maderistas, incluidos los indígenas cucapá.[ 33 ]

    GO to the website link to read the whole story.

    El 24 de junio, dos días después de la derrota en Tijuana, Flores Magón le dio instrucciones a Tirso de la Toba para continuar la revolución. Le escribió que se fuera a los pueblos del interior de la península y que les dijera a los indios que tomaran las tierras y que incitara al pueblo a tomar lo que necesitaran. De la Toba no se fue al interior, sino que permaneció en Estados Unidos, cerca de la frontera, amenazando de manera constante el reinicio de la revolución. No logró reunir más de una veintena de hombres, a pesar de que existen informes que mencionan que tenía un grupo numeroso. Todavía en 1912 De la Toba realizó algunas incursiones infructuosas. Margarita Ortega, en 1913, realizó otro intento, pero fue denunciada y posteriormente fusilada.

    DR © 2006. Universidad Nacional Autónoma de México, Instituto de Investigaciones Históricas

     
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    Quotation Source
    : Love and Rage
    This is a revolutionary anarchist newspaper that has had consistent, thoughtful coverage of the Zapatistas from an anarchist perspective. The same federation also publishes Amor y Rabia in
      

    http://www.iih.unam.mx/moderna/ehmc/ehmc18/235.html

  •  Story document of Rancho Jacume

    MSS 0115

    Mandeville Special Collections Library
    Geisel Library
    University of California, San Diego

    Extent: 1.00 linear feet (2 archives boxes, 6 oversize folders)

    Abstract

    Title documents and correspondence related to the ownership of the Denton Ranch, also known as Rancho Jacume, located on the international border in Baja California Norte, Mexico near La Rumerosa. The collection forms the documentation for the Denton Family's claim for compensation for the expropriation of the ranch in 1939 during the Cardenas administration. The collection is divided into three series: 1) TITLE DOCUMENTS, 2) CORRESPONDENCE, and 3) MISCELLANEOUS MATERIALS.

    Historical Background

    Col. William Denton (1828-1907), an English civil engineer, came to California during the Gold Rush, worked for the United States geodetic survey and later pursued an interest in mining exploration and speculation in Mexico. In 1860, he married Elena Cano de los Rios of Mulege, Baja California and eventually moved his family to San Diego in 1874. Denton became a naturalized Mexican citizen in 1896.

     

    In 1885, Col. Denton purchased two thousand five hundred hectars (6,175 acres) of land in Mexico known as "Jacumbo" from Senora Higinia Tortoledo for five hundred pesos. Rancho Jacume, as it was known locally, was located on the frontier of the Northern District of Lower California, Mexico on the international border. Col. Denton maintained his residence in San Diego, where his children were educated, and used Rancho Jacume for cattle grazing.

     

    At the time of his death in 1907, Col. Denton's estate was largely comprised of properties in Baja California, Mexico. He owned an undivided interest in Rancho Algodones, located on the Colorado River in Baja California; Rancho Jacume; and half interest in the mines known as Toronjil, Angel de la Guardia, Nueva Esperanza, La Vaca, Tarantula, the Chubasco group, the Sireno group, Santa Rosa, Alice, Josephina, Ajax and Vulcan. Denton worked in a mining partnership with H.A. Howard of San Diego, who provided capital for survey expenses, title acquisition, and taxes.

     

    Upon Col. Denton's death, title to the Denton Ranch was divided between his wife, who received a one half interest, and his children, William Smith Denton, Oscar Alan Denton, Sara Brent Denton Scott, Alexander Marion Denton, Maria S. Denton Showley and Morgan Gascoigne Denton. Elena Denton willed her property equally to Sara Denton Scott, Maria Soledad Denton Showley, Morgan Gascoine Denton, and Samuel John Murvin Showley. Oscar Alan Denton occupied the Denton Ranch and administered the property.

     

    In 1939, the Denton Ranch was expropriated by the Mexican government and ownership transferred to a newly form ejido, or agricultural collective. Over the next seven years, Maria Denton Showley and her brother, Morgan Denton, pursued a suit with the American Mexican Claims Commission for compensation and on June 28, 1946 a settlement was reached.

    Scope and Content

    Accession Processed in 1995

    The Denton Ranch records contain title documents and correspondence supporting the Denton Family's claim for compensation to the American Mexican Claims Commission for the 1939 expropriation of the Denton Ranch. The documents trace the chain of ownership from Senora Higinia Tortoledo, through Colonel William Denton, to Maria Denton Showley and Morgan Denton. The bulk of the correspondence relates to the compensation claim.The collection is arranged in three series: 1) TITLE DOCUMENTS, 2) CORRESPONDENCE, and 3) MISCELLANEOUS MATERIALS.

     

    SERIES 1: TITLE DOCUMENTS

     

    The TITLE DOCUMENTS series contains copies, often holograph, of documents of conveyance, wills, certificates and testimony which establish clear title to the Denton Ranch. The materials date from 1872 to 1939 and are arranged in chronological order. Of particular interest is the document which associates Senora Higinia Tortoledo with the property called "Jacumbo" in 1885 (Box 1, Folder 3).

     

    SERIES 2: CORRESPONDENCE

     

    The CORRESPONDENCE series contains all the correspondence in the collection and is arranged chronologically. Included are letters from Col. William Denton and his wife, Elena and other family members. The bulk of the correspondence dates between 1930 to 1946 and relates to the administration of the estate. Elena Denton, Maria Denton Showley and Morgan Denton are the major correspondents during this period.

     

    SERIES 3: MISCELLANEOUS MATERIALS

     

    In the MISCELLANEOUS MATERIALS series are documents related to William Denton's other holdings in Baja California- Rancho Algodones and various mining properties. Also included is geneaological information on the Denton Family. Finally, an interesting transcription by Dan Showley of a seaman's diary provides description of Baja California at the time of William Denton's marriage to Elena Cano de los Rios in 1860.

     

     

    RELATED COLLECTIONS

     

    Maps and materials related to Denton's Baja California mines are located at the San Diego Historical Society.

     

    TITLE DOCUMENTS

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    11 Transfer of title to Jacume executed in La Paz, Baja California, 1872. Typescript carbon transcription of conveyance from Albina Arriola de Higinia Tortoledo to William Denton for 500 pesos.
    12FB-082-01Marriage certificate of William Denton and Maria Elena Cano de los Rios, 1876. Recorded in San Diego, Cal.
    13 Rancho "Jacumbo" homestead document, 1885. Document establishes Senora Higinia Tortoledo's claim to the 2,500 hectar tract
    14FB-082-02C. Secretario de Estado y del despacho de Fomento, 1885. Signed in Todos Santos de Ensenada by William Denton
    15FB-082-03William Denton's Mexican naturalization certificate, 1886. Photocopy
    16FB-082-04Power of attorney from Higinio Tortoledo to William Denton, 1877. Transcribed copy and lawyer's translation
    17 Citacion, 1887. Executed at Todos Santos de Ensenada
    18 No. 644 El Administrador de Rentas de este Territorio...., 1887. 2 copies
    19FB-082-05Certificacion, 1887. Relates to the payment of 246 pesos by William Denton to the Administrador de Rentas in Todos Santos de Ensenada
    110 Testimonio compulsado de los poderes...., 1890. Documentation of the transfer of power of attorney from Higinia Tortoledo to William Denton in 1877
    111 El suscrito, Consul de los Estados Unidos Mexicanos en San Diego...., 1893.
    112 Copias certificadas de algunas constancias que obran en el juicio...., 1905. Validation of Denton's title to "Jacume" in the District Court of Ensenada
    113 William Denton's last will and testament, 1906. Typescript copy
    114 Copy of title as recorded in Ensenada, 1911. Photographic copy and typescript translation
    115 Court of Tecate confirms Elena Cano de los Rios as owner of "Jacume", 1916. Photographic copy
    116FB-082-06Primer testimonio de la escritura por la que la senora Elena Cano de los Rios..., 1929. Photograph copy
    117 En Tecate, Baja California a las nueve horas...., 1930. Elena Cano de los Rios' signed will
    118 Testament of Elena Cano de los Rios, 1930. Typescript English translation of records submitted in probate proceedings
    119 Appointment of executors for Elena Cano de los Rios' will, 1939. Typescript English translation
    120 El Ciudadano Luis G. Carreno, Secretario del ramo penal...., 1939. Typescript

    CORRESPONDENCE

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    121 Correspondence, 1864 - 1899.
    122 Correspondence, 1900 - 1909.
    123 Correspondence, 1910 - 1919.
    124 Correspondence, 1920 - 1929.
    125 Correspondence, 1930 - 1939.
    126 Correspondence - Part I, 1940 - 1949.
    127 Correspondence - Part II, 1940 - 1949.
    128 Correspondence, 1950 - 1959.
    129 Correspondence, 1970 - 1979.
    130 Correspondence, 1980 - 1982.

    MISCELLANEOUS MATERIALS

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    131 Fitch, F.G. "The Sea of Cortes, 1858-1859: the diary of F.G. Fitch", 1858 - 1859. Recent typescript transcription edited by Dan Showley
    132 In regard to the Algodones Rancho - Thos. H. Blythe & others. Typescript photocopy
    133 Newspaper clippings, 1907 - 1993.
    134 Photographs of Denton Ranch, 1929 - 1954. Photocopies
    135 Report on a group of iron properties in the "Trinidad" mineral district, 1903. Photocopy
    21 Showley, Dan. "Sabbatical Leave Report", 1949. Description and travel in Mexico
    22 Some allied families & posterity of Robert John Young and Daisie Frances Denton. Family history
    23 Vital dates of Denton family members. Photocopy
    24 Originals of preservation photocopies.



    Finding aid generated: 2005-10-28

    The Register of
    Denton Ranch Collection (Jacume, Baja California Norte, Mexico)
    1864 - 1993
    http://orpheus.ucsd.edu/speccoll/testing/html/mss0115a.html

  • Mrs. Clara Willis (U.S.A.) v. United Mexican States
    Story with Epifanio Gallego mentioned

    REPORTS OF INTERNATIONAL


    ARBITRAL AWARDS

    RECUEIL DES SENTENCES
    ARBITRALES

    Mrs. Clara Willis (U.S.A.) v. United Mexican States

    17 May 1929
    VOLUME IV pp. 544-545

     

    NATIONS UNIES - UNITED NATIONS
    Copyright (c) 2006


    544 MEXICO/U.S.A. (GENERAL CLAIMS COMMISSION)
    MRS. CLARA WILLIS (U.S.A.) v. UNITED MEXICAN STATES
    (May 17, 1929. Pages 325-327.)

    DENIAL OF JUSTICE.—FAILURE TO APPREHEND OR PUNISH.—BIAS OF INVESTI


    GATING OFFICIAL. American subject was killed during course of altercation

    with Mexican. Investigating official was brother of said Mexican. Investi


    gating official was brother of said Mexican. Latter was arrested, tried,

    and acquitted, and proceedings were reviewed by an appellate court.

    Though preliminary investigation was improperly carried out. that fact

    and fact that it may have affected the final result of the judicial proceed


    ings, held not a denial of justice.

    The Presiding Commissioner, Dr. Sindballe, for the Commission :

    On July 17, 1911, between ten and eleven o'clock, A. M., when Milton

    K. Willis and Jack Ricks, two employees of the California-Mexico Land
    and Cattle Company, had just returned from a trip to the camp where
    they were stationed, located near Mexicali, Lower California, Mexico,
    two persons, one Epifanio Gallegos and Regino Avilez rode up on horseback
    to the said camp. They were asked to dismount, which they did. They
    inquired about some horses. Willis questioned Gallegos about some vile
    language he was supposed to have used in speaking of the employees of
    the company, and after a wordy altercation between Willis and Gallegos
    some shots were exchanged between them, the result of which was that
    Willis was killed by Gallegos and that Gallegos was hit in the right hand
    and Avilez, who was unarmed, shot through the chest by Willis.
    The Sub-Prefecture of Mexicali, which was informed of Willis' death
    on July 19, 1911, took the testimony of Ricks on July 23, and the testimony
    of Gallegos and Avilez on August 2. The record of the proceedings was
    submitted to the Court of First Instance of Mexicali on August 14. Pursuant
    to the order of the court Gallegos was arrested and prosecuted. On April 21,
    1912, Gallegos was acquitted, it being assumed by the Court that he had
    acted in self-defense. In accordance with Mexican Law, the proceedings
    of the court were reviewed by the Superior Court, which, it appears, made
    no observations with regard to the decision.

    The United States contends that the criminal proceedings undertaken
    by Mexican officials in the investigation of the death of Willis and the
    conduct of the trial of Gallegos resulted in a denial of justice according
    to established principles of international law.

    Before the Sub-Prefecture Gallegos and Avilez both stated that Willis
    had fired two shots at Gallegos with a revolver, before Gallegos fired his
    shot, and that Willis fired a third shot at Gallegos at the same time when
    Gallegos fired at Willis. Ricks testified, according to the record of the Sub-
    Prefecture, that he went into a tent before the shooting began, that from
    inside the tent he heard two shots being fired almost simultaneously, that
    he then took a rifle, from under Willis' bed and that when he went out,
    he saw Willis, who was down on his knees, shoot Avilez through the chest
    and then fall forward. He added, according to the same record, that because
    of the confusion of the moment he could not tell how many shots were fired
    between Gallegos and Willis, who were the only ones who used their arms.

    As to the procedure before the court very little is known, the court record
    having been destroyed by fire. In the decision of the court the following
    passage is found:


    MEXICO/U.S.A. (GENERAL CLAIMS COMMISSION) 543

    "Whereas; third, That in the presence of the court, Epifanio Gallegos, John

    B. Ricks and Regino Avilez, confirmed their declarations, deposing in fact as
    they had done before the secretary of the Sub-Prefecture, all of their statements
    being in accord, except with reference to the number of shots fired, as Ricks, in
    confrontation with the defendant, slated that he could not ascertain the exact
    number of them due to the excitement of the occasion."
    On February 8, 1913, Ricks made a deposition before the American
    Consul at Mexicali. On this occasion he stated that when he went out of
    the tent with Willis' rifle, he found that the rifle was empty although it
    had been loaded in the morning, and that Gallegos, in leaving the camp
    on his horse, had pulled some cartridges out of his pocket, saying, "Here's
    your cartridges—the reason you could not shoot". He said that he had
    testified to the same effect before the court, but that this part of his testimony
    had not been taken down. He further stated that he had examined Willis'
    gun after the shooting and had found that only two shots had been fired
    by Willis, so that Willis could have fired only one shot at Gallegos.

    According to the testimony of Gallegos and Avilez before the Sub-Prefecture
    the cartridges were taken from Willis' rifle during a struggle for possession
    of the rifle which took place when Ricks came out of the tent. That such
    a struggle took place, is testified to by Ricks also.

    It is not possible for the Commission to arrive at a definite conclusion
    with regard to the question as to whether Gallegos or Willis shot first. In
    view of the short distance between the two persons, it seems improbable
    that the explanation of Gallegos and Avilez to the effect that Willis started
    the shooting by firing two shots at Gallegos without hitting him is correct,
    but it cannot be inferred with any degree of certainty from this, or from any
    of the evidence submitted, that Gallegos was the attacking party.

    With regard to the procedure it appears that the Sub-Prefect was a
    brother of Gallegos, and in view hereof the preliminary investigation must
    be considered as having been improperly carried out. Whether or not this
    has been remedied during the court procedure, cannot be established with
    certainty. The court records are not available. It is explained by the Mexican
    Agency that the records were destroyed in connection with the burning
    of a building in which they were kept. It appears, however, from the above
    quoted passage of the court decision, that the testimony of the witnesses
    was taken by the judge, so that, in the light of the available evidence, the
    Commission would not be justified in assuming that the court proceedings
    were improper. It was argued by counsel for the United States that, in
    view particularly of the nature of the evidence taken before the Sub-Prefecture,
    further testimony should have been developed before the court. But
    it is impossible from the meagre record before the Commission to determine
    the precise nature of the proceedings which took place before the court.
    Even assuming that the court proceedings were properly carried out, the
    possibility exists that the improper preliminary investigation may have
    affected the final result of the proceedings, but, in the opinion of the Commission,
    the mere possibility hereof does not afford a sufficient basis for
    giving a pecuniary award.

    Decision

    The claim of the United States of America on behalf of Mrs. Clara Willis
    is disallowed.

     

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    Quotation Source

  • The Harvey W. Moore Story


    Story with Epifanio Gallego mentioned

    The following dedication was written by one of Harvey Moore’s nieces – probably Narcissa

    Moore Robertson, who also transcribed the text of

    The Harvey W. Moore Story from Harvey

    Moore’s notes.

    DEDICATED TO LOUISE ELLEN MOORE

    O

    ur Aunt Louise, who in her nineties was so much fun to visit. Being with her was like being

    with your best friend. Once after seeing another ninety year old, she said, “You wouldn’t

    believe the fun we had with her years ago”. We would!

    She loved being a Moore; she was interested in everyone, friends, relatives, TV contestants, store

    clerks, etc.

    She was so giving of herself and her things. She was so alive, so thoroughly modern. “If I were

    young today, I’d be just like these kids are”.

    She was always ready for fun. “I’d have been a wicked woman if I hadn’t married Harvey”.

    Her early life in Kansas was hard. Her mother died, her father and brother were shot. Her sister

    was taken in by a banker and she was taken in by a poor farmer. Her “birth certificate” was

    made out at age 13 as a servant.

    Our Aunt Louise led our Uncle Harvey a merry chase and he loved it, and we, them.

    The Harvey W. Moore Story

    PART I

    N

    ow that I am the last of the "Moorehicans" I am filled with regrets that I did not

    attempt to continue and complete my father’s life story until now. I have only

     

    recently discovered where and when my mother Caroline Emly Disher and my father

     

    Theodore Luis Moore were married. It was in Genoa, a town in Nevada on September

     

    6, 1868, and my father’s written life story ended there.

     

    Genoa is the oldest town in Nevada, and it is about 3 or 4 miles north of the highway in

     

    Carson Valley. I have passed in sight of it a good many times on my way north to

     

    Washington and to Canada, but I never realized that it might hold some historical or

     

    other value for me, as I was always in a hurry.

     

    I have heard my mother’s story of crossing the plains from Kansas by wagon train and

     

    their meeting with the first band of Indians, and how the chief wanted to trade for her,

     

    and how angry he became when they would not trade. Needless to say after that, when

     

    Indians were sighted mother had to hide.

     

    I have heard many times of the difficulty encountered in getting the caravan up and over

     

    the "Donner Pass" and their joyful arrival in Walnut Creek, California. For here they

     

    would be joining relatives and friends. Some came around the Horn by boat and others

     

    traveled via New Orleans and Corpus Christi to Mazatlán, Mexico and thence by sailing

     

    vessel to San Francisco and settled in Walnut Creek.

     

    The newly-weds spent some time in that area with the Dishers and that is where their

     

    first child was born on September 7, 1870, named Phoebe Augusta after her

     

    grandmother Disher, who in later years married a man named Hatch. Her first husband,

     

    George Disher has died.

     

    From Walnut Creek, they moved to a place called Teky believed to be near Willits,

     

    California, where according to my oldest brother, Donald Augustus, who was their

     

    second child, wrote in a story of events in his life. "I was born in a log cabin near Teky,

     

    Mendocino County, California on December 1, 1871. When 3 years old we moved to

     

    Humboldt County on the Mad River near Arcata, my father had 640 acres of land, much

     

    of it in fine redwood timber, in places there were meadows where we had cattle and

     

    sheep."

     

    At this point, your narrator must tell of an event in his life that coincides with Donald's

     

    story.

     

    Louise and I worked at Ridgewood Ranch near Willits, California from 1920 to 1924, it

     

    was during those years that the hoof and mouth scare was on among dairy and all

     

    cattle. I heard of cattle for sale and went to see them and found there were 40 head of

     

    registered 3 year old Durham heifers, all bred and due to calve soon, offered at $40.00

     

    per head. They were pastured on Muer Co. property, so I went to see Mr. Muer and

     

    2

    found he knew my father and then I remembered hearing my father speak of him many

    times. He said father rented a little ranch from them for a time before they went on to

    Humboldt County.

    Mr. Muer offered to help me buy the heifers, but when I got home there was a letter

    from my brother Bert's wife, in San Francisco wanting to borrow money, and I found out

    that my Louise had written them boasting that we had saved our first $1,000.

    When the Moore family left Willits for Humboldt County, Mr. Muer asked that they call

    on his good friends Addison Moore and wife in Eureka, California. Addison proved to be

    no relation but they became very close friends, almost like brothers.

    Before Louise and I left Ridgewood Ranch we drove up to Eureka and called on the

    Addison Moores. He recognized me immediately, as I was about the age my father was

    when he had seen him last.

    He said I was the split image of my father and he called to his wife, "Look Ma! Theo all

    over again". It was he, who located my family on that 640 acres.

    When they arrived at the Humboldt property, Phoebe was 5 years old and had been

    quite concerned about the trail to get there, up and down over ridges, etc. One day an

    old timer stopped to make their acquaintance and said to Phoebe, "well little girl, how do

    you like this country"? She replied after standing on one foot and then the other, "well if

    all the high was in the low I would like it better". At this time Donald was 3 years old and

    Lottie was born that same year, 1874. Joe Disher, mother’s brother, came up to help

    build a log cabin. While the log cabin was under construction, mother did her cooking on

    an open fire. One day she was baking biscuits in a Dutch oven when some Indians

    came by and mother gave them a sample. The Indians called them "Biscuit La Poe".

    When the cabin was completed it had one heavy door which they left a peek hole about

    a foot square so they could look out. Many times when mother would be alone, Indian

    women would peek through this opening and call "Biscuit La Poo, Biscuit La Poo".

    While Joe Disher was there he spotted an old dead tree with bees in it, so he carved out

    some boards and made a bee hive and transferred the bees to the hive.

    This is mother’s story which she told many times to father’s great embarrassment. After

    Joe Disher had been gone a couple of months, father said to mother, "I believe I'll go

    out tonight while those bees are asleep and get some honey". Well this was a case of a

    grown up outdoor man never having had any experience with the habits of bees. Well,

    mother said when he lifted the lid to that hive, instantly most of the bees landed on him.

    He let out a yell that would have made a Comanche Indian ashamed of himself, and he

    ran straight for the Mad River yelling all the way. By the time he got there he didn't have

    any clothes on, and all the time mother was in hysterics laughing and said I would have

    had to laugh if it had killed him and of course I would have been sorry. Father never

    could see the funny side of the story.

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    Albert Theodore was born in 1876. They called him Old '76 and Joseph Luis was born in

    1878. Donald stated in his story, "When I was about 8 years old we moved to San Diego

    County because my father did not like the northern climate".

    Their homestead was named Pleasant Valley. There was no road in and when it came

    to leaving, it had to be by horseback. Father took the lead with Lottie up behind him and

    he was leading a heavily loaded pack horse followed by Phoebe and Donald mounted

    on another horse, and drawing up in the rear was mother with Albert up behind her and

    she had Joseph in her arms.

    They arrived at Addison Moore's in Eureka, where if my memory serves me right, traded

    Pleasant Valley, which had not been proved upon, and today worth millions, for a team

    of horses and wagon and they were off for sunny southern California.

    Next we hear of them, was their arrival at the John Stanley Harvey ranch at Janal, or

    Otay, California. John was married to father’s sister, Charlotte Augusta Moore. The

    John Harveys had come to California by boat around the Horn in 1861. He planted the

    first orange orchard in San Diego County and which was in full bearing at the time the

    Moores’ arrived.

    Incidentally, I was named after John Harvey, and my brother George Henry was born at

    the Harvey ranch in 1880.

    At this time the Santa Fe was building its railroad into San Diego and there were

    hundreds of hand laborers of every nationality with a majority of Chinese, and father

    made good use of his team and wagon peddling fruit to the laborers. He would take a

    load of oranges and sell them and reload with other fruit from some of the old Spanish

    ranches such as grapes, figs and any kind he could get.

    About 1881 our family moved to Highland Valley where father filed on a homestead. I

    don't know how many acres, but he never proved up on it. My brother, Benjamin

    Franklin was born here in 1882, also sister Beula, in 1884 and brother Walter Finis in

    1886.

    They had planted fruit trees and a vineyard, but father heard of a place where he could

    take up more government land, so I presume sold his right to the Highland Valley ranch,

    and about 1887 moved to Pamo Valley where my brother Roger DeCoverly was born,

    August 20, 1888.

    My sisters were a great help to their mother, traveling from one end of California to the

    other, getting a new baby every 2 years, you can understand that they were getting darn

    tired, and when Walter was born they made their parents promise, there would be no

    more babies and they were influential in naming him "Walter Finis Moore". To my

    sisters, that meant there would be no more, but when of all things Roger emerged they

    said, "well he's here, guess we will have to put up with him, but in the event of another

    we will just drown him".

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    But just like a bad penny, I, Harvey Willis Moore arrived and I was the last, and being

    the last I quite often think they run a little short of that gray material that is supposed to

    fill the cranium.

    Years later when I heard about the above proposed drowning, I asked my sisters, why

    didn't you drown me, and the answer was, much as we wanted to drown you, it was a

    very dry year, and we just could not find water enough.

    One of my early recollections when I was about 4 years old is of Musey Fenton. She

    was Henry Fenton’s sister, a young school teacher, and I was much in love with her and

    I wanted to marry her when I got big. One evening as she was spending the night at our

    house and I was sitting on her lap, she was begging me to sleep with her that night and

    I was trying to get out of it. Just then my brother, Donald came into the room, giving me

    a bright idea, and I said, "Oh, Donald will sleep with you". From then on when Don was

    entertaining he would tell my mother to keep that d--- kid out.

    My father was a horseman and a horse trader. When he went anywhere he seldom

    came home with the same horse or horses. I recall a trip he made to San Diego. He left

    with a pair of pretty little blacks hitched to a buggy and we waited up for him that night.

    We had lanterns hanging from the giant oak in our yard, when he got close he whipped

    them up into a fast trot, he had traded for a pair of well matched dapple grays which

    were about twice the size of the blacks.

    One event at Pamo is clear in my mind. Father and mother were going somewhere for

    the day and as they had just turned the milk cows in around the barn and house, they

    left Walter, Roger and me to watch them, and keep them out of the garden which was

    not fenced. Well we were playing, digging holes in the river bank and forgot about the

    cows, until an old cow came to the edge of the bank with a cornstalk in her mouth. Well

    we drove them out, but the garden was ruined and we knew we were scheduled for a

    thrashing and we agreed to run away if that took place, and it did. Mother had a switch

    and was applying it to Walter and Roger and not me, and I said whip me too mama, and

    she said why, and I said I wanted to run away too.

    When I think back on father’s life story I am reminded of the saying, "a rolling stone

    gathers no moss". First, that homestead in Carson Valley, all meadow is the highest

    priced land in Nevada, and next the Humboldt redwoods, now worth millions, and last

    our home in Pamo Valley is now the property of the City of San Diego and is awaiting

    construction of a dam for water storage worth millions.

    I doubt if this ever bothered father, as somewhere along the way he got religion and

    joined the Seventh Day Adventist Church, who advocated the second coming of Christ

    the Lord as imminent.

    Father had done quite well peddling fruit, and cattle were not worth much, so he sold 40

    head of heifers and put the money in apricot trees. He planted about 40 acres, and

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    when the trees came into full bearing the fruit was un-saleable because everybody had

    planted the same. He bought lumber to make drying trays and hired all available Indians

    from Mesa Grande to pick and dry the fruit, and then there was no market for dried fruit

    here. He shipped a carload to a commission house in New York and several months

    later he received a bill from them for storage and cartage to dump the dried fruit at sea.

    So, when I was seven years old he traded the Pamo property for 600 head of horses

    and a free range for them for 3 years at White Sulphur Springs, Montana. He took his

    sons Joseph and Walter and went to Montana to take possession of them. He had plans

    to gather and sell some, but winter, a bad one, had set in and Walter and father both got

    pneumonia and spent the winter in a log cabin out on the range with no doctor and only

    Joe to wait on them.

    When spring came at last they found 40 head up against a creek bank frozen, and 250

    head was all they found alive, and they drove them down into South Dakota and

    shipped 2 carloads to his hometown, Sheboyan, Wisconsin. All sold at auction and

    brought $10.00 a head or $2,500.00 for a ranch worth millions today.

    While father was in Montana the rest of us spent some time at Boulder Creek near

    Julian, California.

    When father and Walter returned, he bought 10 acres in Mission Valley that had a two

    story house, a large well that had a Chinese pump operated by a horse that went

    around in a circle with a series of buckets that traveled on a circular track and dumped

    water into a trough. This had been a Chinese garden, but what we did not know was

    that, following the Chinese it had been a hog ranch and became infested with fleas, not

    only the sandy soil, but the house as well.

    Roger and I slept on cots in the upstairs. We tried everything, soaked rags in coal-oil

    and tied around the legs of our cots, but even at that we fought fleas all night and when

    our feet hit the floor we could feel the fleas hit. My legs were almost raw. I remember

    one day at school, Joe Lopez said to me, boy have you got some kind of skin disease?

    We went to school at Old Town in the old two-story school. I believe it burned later. I

    went downstairs to a lady teacher and Roger went upstairs to Professor Stetson. I have

    a very vivid recollection of Professor Stetson, as one day during the noon hour with two

    other little boys, all seven years old, we were playing bandits across the way in what

    was called Ramona’s Home. We had kidnapped a little girl about our same age, had her

    tied to a ceiling beam that had caved in at one end and we were going to hold her for

    ransom. We were so engrossed with our work that we did not hear the first bell. The

    second bell rang and we heard it, that meant everybody were in their seats. Well, we

    untied the girl and ran, she with us. Our lady teacher scolded us and said, “You will

    have to report to Professor Stetson tomorrow morning,” which gave us lots of time to

    worry. The older boys teased us about what the girl’s father would do when he heard

    about it. Her father was named Peters. He was Majordomo of Rancho Santa Margarita.

    Well, next morning Professor Stetson tied us in a triangular circle in front of all his

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    students and walked around us several times and as he passed, each of us received a

    couple of lashes on our bare legs from a rawhide whip.

    Father had a hard time getting rid of the flea place. We moved several times around

    San Diego. One place was at the end of National Avenue. Chollas Valley was at that

    time entirely vacant and we kids went there to play. Three doors from us lived a friend

    and several small children and expecting one more. Her mother, who was a doctor from

    the country, came to be with her and my mother who often acted as a midwife was there

    also. This friend gave birth to twin boys, but one was born dead, so the doctor asked my

    mother if she would have her boys take the dead baby down in the valley and bury it. So

    Roger and I found a box that some kind of product had come in. It had a slide on top

    and made an excellent casket, and with great solemnity we buried him.

    That evening when the doctor reported the birth of the live baby, she was informed that

    it was illegal to bury the dead one within the city limits, and the undertaker would be

    after it in the morning. So Roger and I had to go at night and rescue the dead. It was

    kind of spooky for two little boys who were not too brave in the dark.

    From National Avenue we moved to Dulzura, where father had traded for an old dry

    land ranch. It had 3 acres of fig trees, an acre of vineyard and 3 acres of miscellaneous

    garden melons, etc., which had to be cultivated and turned out to be my job all summer

    long. By the time I had gone over all of it, it was time to go over it again. In spite of

    getting awfully tired of following old Dolly mare, that pulled the cultivator, I'll say, that's

    the only way to raise good flavored fruit and vegetables, melons sweet as sugar and

    aroma that you never get any more. We also had corn and different grains, and there

    were whole summers that everything on our table except sugar and salt, we raised on

    the ranch. Father roasted barley and made wonderful coffee substitute.

    Roger and I went to school at Dulzura, about 5 miles distance. Sometimes we walked

    and at other times on horseback or muleback.

    When I was in the 8th grade and had about 3 months to go before graduation, father

    received a letter from a friend, Abel Stripling, about land adjoining him that was open for

    filing. This was bench land left by the Colorado River when it broke into Imperial Valley

    by way of the Alamo River channel. We left for Holtville immediately, father, mother,

    Roger, me and our niece, Dorothy, about 5 years old. She was my sister Beula's

    daughter. We arrived on the property and set up a tent just before night. Dorothy had

    brought a young kitten that kept busy all night, for the next morning there were 18 longtail

    rats piled around her pillow.

    I did not get back to Dulzura until several days after my class had graduated and my

    teacher, Mrs. Mary A. Dana talked the superintendent of San Diego Schools into giving

    me a special examination for the 8th grade, which I passed by the skin of my teeth and

    the kindness of their hearts.

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    Father sold his right to the desert land and came back to Dulzura and sold our home

    there to a Mr. Lightner, and bought another place at Bratton Valley.

    This was a much better place, was at a higher elevation, had many oak trees and lots of

    good water. It was about 3 or 4 miles from cousin Luis Harvey’s "Winetka Ranch". Luis

    Harvey was a son of John Harvey, and my father’s sister, Charlotte. Louis had married

    Clara Hagenbuck of Dulzura, and they had quite a family, I believe; 8 boys and two

    girls.

    On my fathers last day on this earth, he went out to the entrance to their place where he

    had been working every morning widening a sharp curve, so his children could get their

    cars in to attend his and mother’s 49th wedding anniversary. He left the house after

    breakfast feeling extra good and cheerful, as he said he was about to finish what he had

    started out to do.

    That's where Walter found him about a half-hour later where he had toppled over.

    And that's the end of his story.

    THE THEODORE L. MOORE FAMILY

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    The original text shows here a family photograph, which could not be

    reproduced because of poor quality.

    Back Row: Lottie, Joe, George, Don, Bert, Phoebe

    Front Row: Walter, Mother, Roger, Buelah, Harvey, Father and Frank

    MOORE DESCENDANTS NO. 1

    Phoebe Augusta Moore - born 9/7/1870. Had a very artistic temperament, did some

    very good paintings, studied music and taught some. She had a very lovable character.

    At an early age she married, which did not last. In the early 1940's, she married Herman

    Feit, they had no children of their own, but adopted a little girl, named Geraldine. This

    marriage also did not last. We have lost track of Geraldine, but the last we heard she

    was happily married and had two little girls of her own.

    MOORE DESCENDANTS NO.2

    Donald Augustus Moore - born 12/1/1871. Donald, you might know inherited his fathers

    love of horses, and horses being the only means of transportation at that time was a

    paying business. Read his story which is attached to his father’s previous story. Donald

    married Miss Florence Gunn of Julian, California, who was a teacher in San Diego

    County Schools.

    They had two sons.

    Donald Theodore Moore - born 12/5/1908

    Chester Gunn Moore - born 5/9/1912

    MOORE DESCENDANTS NO. 3

    Charlotte Annette Moore - born 1874. Had a very lovable character and an artistic

    temperament, did many paintings. Married George Milne, a plumber, who's work took

    him from San Francisco to Seattle, Washington and finally to San Diego. They visited

    father and mother at Bratton Valley and fell in love with the valley and bought a little

    place to retire to. They only lived there a few years, when George died with a heart

    attack. Charlotte married a second time to Lieut. Goldsboro Sessions. There were no

    children.

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    MOORE DESCENDANTS NO. 4

    Albert Theodore Moore - born 1/1/1876. At an early age he became foreman of the

    Jamul Ranch, which was owned by E. S. Babcock and managed by Arnold Babcock, his

    son. It was for running cattle and farming. About 1900 he married Miss Stella Tyson,

    who came to teach the Honey Springs School which was just inside the ranch. She was

    a very lovable girl and had an exceptionally wonderful personality. Every one that knew

    her loved her. Their married life was cut very short by Stella's death in childbirth.

    Arnold Babcock also had a lease on the Ojos Negros ranch in Lower California, Mexico.

    This was strictly a cattle ranch, which was known as the Circle Bar Cattle Co, and that

    was the brand. Bruce Casebere had been foreman and wanted to leave, so Albert took

    his place. Albert was foreman of Circle Bar for about 10 years. He had worked for

    Babcock for 20 years when the sale of the Circle Bar took place.

    He married a second time to Miss Phoebe Lillicrap, who had been Arnold Babcock's

    secretary. They were married in San Diego and settled in Imperial, California where

    Albert engaged in cattle pasturing.

    There were no children.

    MOORE DESCENDANTS NO. 5

    Joseph Luis Moore - born 1878. After the auction of the Montana horses, Joseph did not

    come back to California with his father, but stayed to work on different ranches from

    South Dakota to Oregon. Finally settled on a homestead at Sandy, Oregon, which came

    under a new irrigation district. He leveled the land and planted alfalfa which raised the

    value and he sold the homestead for a good price. He came to Imperial and worked for

    Albert a while and finally went into cattle pasturing on his own.

    He married Miss Edythe Nolan, November 19, 1935 in Yuma, Arizona. Edythe died very

    suddenly November 30, 1935.

    Joseph married the second time to Mrs. Gladys Waters on March 27, 1937.

    There were no children.

    MOORE DESCENDANTS NO 6

    George Henry Moore - born 1880. I recall mother’s story, George as a little boy would

    very seldom ask for anything. He would go into a store with his mother and go right to

    the candy counter and stand with his hands behind him and say "I ain’t got nothing, no

    not at all".

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    At Pamo, our house had a large attic with an outside stairway. This was the boys’ room,

    each had a bed or cot. George had a natural talent for sculpturing and kept a tub of

    native clay by his bed and on rainy days he would model cattle and horses which he

    placed under his bed. He had a whole herd of cattle, bulls, cows and little calves. He

    had horses with cowboys mounted placed in position as if they were driving them. As I

    remember, they were in perfect conformation to the finest detail. I was allowed to

    admire but never to touch, under dire threat of persecution by the devil himself.

    I remember that outside stairway when I was 4. One night they were having a party and

    I got sleepy and wanted to go to bed and wanted someone to go with me. Well, they got

    to bantering and daring me to go alone. Finally dressed in a night gown I rushed out and

    got about half way up the stairs, and what I didn't know then and took me years to figure

    out was that there two old tom cats growling and about to attack. I spooked the one on

    the stairway and he jumped towards the one at the head of the stairway who thought he

    was being attacked. Consequently two old tomcats and one small boy tumbled and

    rolled down half the stairway.

    Well, memory got me off the track. I was mentioning George Henry Moore. George

    married Miss Ulva McQuarrie in 1912.

    They had three children:

    Violet Rose Moore - born 1/18/1914

    George Henry Moore Jr. - born 3/23/1915

    Marjorie L. Moore - born 5/10/1920

    MOORE DESCENDANTS NO. 7

    Benjamin Franklin Moore - born 12/19/1882. Spent his early years around San Diego

    County, mostly Mesa Grande and Julian areas. Worked on ranches and in the mines.

    Spent several years in Baja California, Mexico working for the Circle Bar Cattle

    Company on the Ojos Negros Rancho with his brother Albert.

    When the Circle Bar Cattle Company, owned by Arnold Babcock, was sold to "Bowker,

    Benton & Bragg", he went to Imperial, California and engaged in cattle pasturing.

    Married at her home in San Diego to Miss Mable Louise Kelly on 11-11-1916.

    They have three children.

    Franklin Lewis Moore - born 4/11/1918

    Narcissa Moore - born 10/15/1921

    Frances Ellen Kelly Moore - born 5/17/1922

    MOORE DESCENDANTS NO. 8

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    Beulah Clare Moore - born 9/13/1884. Beulah spent much of her early years when not

    in school, in the kitchen washing dishes or in the laundry washing her young brothers

    clothes. This seemed to her an endless unrewarding chore. Tired of it and at her

    grandmother’s invitation went to live with her for a while at Walnut Creek. She spent

    some time with her Aunt Alice Dickenson.

    She married George Eisenmenger. This marriage did not last after her baby daughter

    was born. Beula was working for friends in San Francisco, when the earthquake of 1906

    left them homeless. This couple planned to go to Alaska and wanted Beula to go with

    them. They all went up to Bangor, Washington to her sister Charlotte's and arranged to

    leave the baby with the Milne's.

    George and Charlotte later moved south and left the baby with my mother at our

    Dulzura ranch.

    Beulah never returned and never married again. She corresponded regularly. She

    became interested in the mines and some real estate. She had named her daughter

    Dorothy Rose Eisenmenger - born 3/4/1905.

    She was about four years old when she came to us at Dulzura. She was a beautiful

    baby and had a most lovable disposition. I think my mother loved her and enjoyed her

    as much or more than she did her own daughters.

    MOORE DESCENDANTS NO. 9

    Walter Finis Moore - born 9/17/1886. All through his early years, Walter was troubled

    with earaches. Especially at night he would moan and never seem to get a good night’s

    rest. Finally when he was yet in his teens a doctor examined his ear and removed a

    grasshopper, some kernels of wheat and some gravel. He had no more earaches. At

    Pamo, we kids slept at night on top of a haystack all summer with all ears exposed.

    Walter was a good horseman, broke his own colts to ride and drove six horse teams for

    different people he worked for. He worked for Lion Smith at Cottonwood for several

    years, and for Danels McAlmond near Kitchen Valley.

    Married Miss Prudence Faddis, a school teacher in San Diego County schools.

    They had two children.

    Margaret Eileen Moore - born 6-24-1921

    Walter Theodore Moore - born 1-10-1927

    MOORE DESCENDANTS NO. 10

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    Roger Decoverly Moore - born 8/20/1888. After serving with Army Engineers for the

    duration of World War I, stayed at home in Bratton Valley for awhile. Later went to

    Imperial and worked for his brother Albert until about 1925, when he was employed by

    Mr. Ralph M. Dyar, owner of Rancho Cuyamaca. He was prospecting for gold in the

    area of the famous "Stonewall Jackson Mine" which had produced two million dollars

    before it was abandoned. Following this, he was employed by California State Highway

    Department at Guatay, California until his retirement about 1950.

    Roger had a natural talent for modeling animals like his brother George. He also

    sculptured human faces. When he was in his early teens and yet in school, he took a

    correspondence course in the art of cartooning. He had the ability to draw an ugly

    picture and yet you knew who it was. He sat in or near the front of the one room school

    and entertained the students in back of him until finally the teacher caught him and the

    picture was of her.

    Roger had more than his share of life's hardships, not only his own heart attack brought

    on by over-exertion during a storm and which caused him to retire, but the stroke

    suffered by his wife, Jean and which left her entirely helpless for many years. In spite of

    the handicap he continued his artwork as a hobby, with exhibits at the Home Federal

    Office and the Art Chatel in Alpine.

    They had two daughters.

    Betty Jean Moore - born 5/30/1928

    Leata Louise Moore - born 7/1/1929

    MOORE DESCENDANTS NO. 11

    Harvey Willis Moore - born 11/7/1890. After passing the 8th grade exam I went to

    Kelsey Jenny Commercial College by an arrangement with Arnie Babcock. He would

    pay for my tuition and I would pay him by working in his office. But my work turned out

    to be mostly out of the office, running errands between Ojos Negros, Baja California,

    Mexico and the San Diego office. This was headquarters of his Circle Bar Cattle Co.

    twenty-eight miles east of Ensenada. Made several trips over the old road as well as

    several trips by boat to Ensenada. Had some interesting experiences, as this was at the

    time

    insurectos took Mexicali and Tijuana. They raided the Circle Bar several times and

    took all their good horses. I will tell about this later by short stories of different events in

    my life. When the Circle Bar was sold to "Bowker, Benton & Bragg" the three B's, I went

    to work for George Beckly at the Granger Corral. This covered one whole city block with

    entrance at 8th and I Streets. It had a high board fence around it and most of the

    ranchers from the back country put their horses up here to be fed and cared for while in

    San Diego. It was very interesting, something going on all the time. Got to meet most of

    the mountain ranchers. I was there in 1913 when the big freeze came. I was night man

    and at 3 o'clock a.m. I started watering all the stabled horses. I was in the habit of

    turning the water on and leaving it run. This morning it turned hard and I didn't realize

    that it was frozen and broke the faucet. The last year I worked there was the year truck

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    lines were serving all the back country and ranchers were buying cars and the Granger

    Corral was being abandoned. From San Diego I went to Imperial to work for my brother

    Bert. It was there I met and married Louise Ellen Love. We had over 61 years together,

    not all easy years but happy years. Now that she is gone the bottom has fallen out of

    my world.

    FAMILY

    Father Theodore Luis Moore 1836 - 1918 82

    Mother Caroline Emly 1850 - 1933 83

    Children

    Phoebe August 1870 - 1935

    65

    Donald Augustus 1871 - 1951

    80

    Charlotte Anette 1874 - 1945

    71

    Albert Theodore 1876 - 1956

    80

    Joseph Luis 1878 - 1945

    67

    George Henry 1880 - 1935

    55

    Benjamin Franklin 1882 - 1951

    69

    Beula Clara 1884 - 1944

    70

    Walter Finis 1886 -1953

    67

    Roger DeCoverly 1888 - 1976

    88

    Harvey Willis 1890 - 1977

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    PART II

    I

    am completing my father’s life story, which he only related up to the time he met and

    married my mother in Genoa Town, Nevada on September 6, 1868.

     

    I told of getting a thrashing by Prof. Stetson at the old two-story school house in Old

     

    Town, which reminds me that I received a more impressive thrashing that same year

     

    from my father. As I recall, I was seven years old and I went with another little boy,

     

    named Edmund Swisher, also seven years old, to the Railroad Express office in Old

     

    Town. He took his little wagon to get a box of Florida navel oranges that some friends

     

    had shipped to the Swisher family that lived next to us on the north side of Mission

     

    Valley, about a half mile east of Hardy's Slaughterhouse. Well, we got back as far as the

     

    bridge, over the San Diego River, with the box of oranges and we sure wanted to taste

     

    those oranges. We thought and decided that the only way would be was to have an

     

    accident. We got too close to the edge and that’s where his two sisters and my sister

     

    Beula found us. We had devoured over half of the oranges. Well I guess you know I got

     

    the thrashing of my life. Dad tied me to my bed and whipped and whipped, I thought he

     

    would never stop and he left me there tied until bedtime. That was the first licking my

     

    Dad ever gave me.

     

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    The next and last happened at the Dulzura Ranch. I was driving the old Dolly mare,

    pulling a cultivator through the vineyard and turning under a row of trees. Dad kept

    telling me to turn the other way and I continued to turn opposite to what he told me.

    Finally in disgust he said you are as stubborn as a mule, and I said that makes you my

    father. Well I guess you know he let me know he wasn't about to let his son call him a

    "jackass". Dolly mare was turned loose and I spent the afternoon tied to a tree where he

    thoroughly convinced me that he believed that saying "spare the rod and spoil the child"

    was true. I was 7 the first time and 11 the next. I had always heard that gamblers

    thought 7 come 11 was lucky, it sure wasn't for me, or was it? Maybe, anyway, Dad

    never had to punish me again.

    Events in my life really didn't start until we moved to Dulzura in late 1900. We had

    moved so many times that my schooling was interrupted time and time again.

    One of my first jobs was for Dr. Robt. Gregg, one of the most brilliant educated men I

    have ever known. He gave up his practice and retired to live the simple life on the old

    Dunham Ranch which he had purchased. His hobby was raising purebred Nubian milk

    goats which he had advocated for years to his patients, especially for babies. This ranch

    was next to ours. He had built a fine barn and pens especially for goats with facilities for

    taking care of the milk and cheese, etc. I used to go that way occasionally on my way to

    and from school. He let me milk and I learned how he did all his chores with the goats

    so when Dr.Gregg had to go and be gone for a week I took care of the goats. I would

    get up early and tend the goats on the way to school and do the same on the way

    home.

    I was always careful not to be after dark at the Gregg ranch because Jim Dunham, we

    called the wild man, had been seen around the area a good many times by different

    people. In fact, I saw him myself one early morning. The story of Jim Dunham is that his

    family were the original settlers on this property and Jim and his brothers grew up here

    and got married. They had moved away from here to the area of Fresno, California. The

    story I heard, was that when their first baby was born it was very black. Jim went

    berserk and murdered all of his family that was present and left with a .30-30 rifle and

    plenty of ammunition. He avoided the law, and it was said the law was not especially

    anxious to meet him. I've heard a half dozen stories of people running into him. Lupe

    Marron, looking for his milk cows after dark rode up to the old Lewis (deserted) house

    and saw a dim light inside. He called "hello" and a man dashed out into the night. Next

    day he went up and found a short candle and some old newspapers some camper had

    left.

    A man named Dominic, caught in a heavy thundershower, rushed up to an old mine

    cabin and a man almost ran into him as he fled in the rain.

    The time I saw him was quite early in the morning. I was riding a little mule to Dulzura

    as my father had sent me down to Hagenbuck’s store to get some staples. We were

    doing some fencing and had run out of staples about half way going through the old

    Lewis place, which was entirely vacant but had a nice grove of oaks by the side of the

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    road. It made a good place for travelers to camp overnight. On this particular morning

    when I passed there were two freighters just eating their breakfast, Tom Fuguay of

    Potrero, was one of them. When I came back I took a shortcut by trail and came into the

    place where they had had breakfast and there he stood. We saw each other at the

    same time and he never moved, just stood staring with those big white eyes, out of

    bushels of yellow whiskers and long hair. The only thing moving was the little mule. I

    didn't make any noise as I slipped up on him. He had on a long ragged overcoat and

    had what appeared to be an old musket in one hand and a long stick in the other, which

    he probably was turning over the leaves in search of anything like food that the

    freighters might have thrown away. Now, if that little mule had not kept going, I would

    have passed out right there. When I got out of sight of Jim Dunham, I went down the

    canyon as fast as the mule could carry me to the Dunham ranch. Lupe Marron lived

    there at this time. My brother, Roger, was there on horseback and Lupe had his shilo

    mare saddled, so at my insistence, we all three went up with no idea or wish to see Jim

    but I thought we might find his tracks and prove that I really had seen Jim Dunham. We

    found his

    huarache tracks plain in the road and disappearing as if he had gone in the

    brush to the west, but he had crossed the dusty road and reached back with something

    and brushed out his track and gone east instead of west.

    Finally, to end all new stories of having seen Jim Dunham, down at San Ysidro, just

    below the border in Baja California, Mexico, an old Mexican, I have forgotten his name,

    had a pair of quite large burros. He used to drive them to a light wagon to bring supplies

    from Tijuana. One morning he went after his burros and found only one which was

    standing where an old trail started up to a mine tunnel. He went up the trail just far

    enough to find burro tracks on top of

    huarache tracks. He lost no time in getting to the

    rurales

    . One of whom was Leno Gilbert, a son of a prominent Lower California family. I

    don't know by what means the

    rurales were summoned. I've heard that in the early days

    they had a sort of signaling device on a hill just outside of Tijuana which with the use of

    mirrors you could signal from over the back country. Anyway, the

    rurales came, and

    they knew or were quite sure they were looking for Jim Dunham. Leno told the rest of

    the

    rurales I knew Jim Dunham and could identify him by a big scar on his left shoulder.

    I went to school with him in Marron Valley. The Dunham kids came down to Marron

    Valley and with the Marron kids and several from across the line we had a school. The

    scar on his left shoulder he got when I was wrestling with him and he fell on a sharp

    rock and it made a nasty cut. The

    rurales completely surrounded the mine dump, across

    which were strings cut from the burro’s hide and which were loaded with burro jerky

    drying.

    Leno called out several times, come on out Jim, I'm your friend, Leno Gilbert. There

    were some big rocks on the edge of the dump and slowly he showed his head with the

    musket extended. All the

    rurales could see him and they all shot at once. Leno said you

    couldn't tell much about him with what was left of his head but he bared Jims left

    shoulder, and there was the scar, so as far as they were concerned, Jim Dunham was

    very dead. Sometimes I would walk to school and occasionally would catch a ride home

    with a passing freighter. One was on the Thing Bros. of Tecate wagon, driven by Lerdo

    Gonzalez. It happened several times and Lerdo would let me drive while he would

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    smoke. Most of the time he was driving 4 horses, but one time he was driving six and he

    showed me how to hold the reins. Left hand reins start over the little finger and the right

    hand starts opposite over the forefinger. We didn't know much of each other’s language

    but we made out and became very good friends.

    One summer I went to work for Leon Smith at Cottonwood for 50 cents a day. The

    second day after working from daylight until dark, Leon said, “I have a nice easy job for

    you tonight”. For some reason he had stored the last year’s honey in a metal tank,

    about 2,000 gal tank inside a store room. I don't remember why, possibly he couldn't

    buy cans or the price wasn't right the year before, but now he had a shipment of cans,

    two 5-gal cans to a case. Honey was worth 50 cents per pound and my nice easy job

    was to put a funnel in the can and turn on the faucet and sit in a chair next to it and fill it,

    and then put another can under it, which I didn't do. Well, I was awakened from a sound

    sleep by Leon who came sometime later to see how I was getting along. The can was

    running over and the floor of the store room was covered with beautiful amber honey.

    Claude was a great tease. I remember one time we got caught in a heavy thunderstorm

    with a wagon of iron tools and a box of dynamite and caps. I was really scared, and

    Claude kept telling me if it strikes you won't know it ‘cause it will be over in just a

    second, just one big boom. I think Claude was kind of nervous too, but there wasn't

    anything we could do. Claude used to tell me of different jokes he played on people.

    One was on John Bratton who was easily spooked or surprised if you made some

    sudden move. Claude went up to visit Martha Stetson Bratton, his half sister who was

    married to John Bratton. John was working on a fence up the valley and it was about

    time for him to come to lunch, so Claude hid his horse so when he saw John coming by

    the hen house with three eggs in each hand, he knew he would put them in a box under

    the edge of the bed. Claude crawled under the bed and when John stooped down to put

    the eggs in the box he said, boo! John crushed all six eggs.

    One other time John was dividing his bees and didn't get quite through the first day. In

    the meantime, an east wind came up and Mr. Bookprinter came up to see John. He

    walked up behind John and spoke to him and John jumped up and threw the smoker at

    Mr. Bookprinter. Of course that started a fire and with the dry east wind it went clear to

    the ocean.

    One winter, a large boulder, big as a house slid in the road on the new Cottonwood

    grade, just across from the Moore ranch, so Claude told me to start drilling a hole right

    in the center. There was plenty of room for the traffic to pass. So I started drilling and as

    I was learning to sharpen the drills when they got dull, I was a long time getting a hole

    down to the center. People from the mountains would pass by going to San Diego and I

    would be drilling and on their way back there I'd be still drilling. When I got it down to

    center Claude had taught me to cut the dynamite sticks and tamp just the powder with a

    wooden stick and get already to shoot. Well it was hot as could be and I was sweating

    and I wiped my face with my powder hands and by the time I got it ready to shoot I had

    the most awful powder headache, I thought I was going to die. I called Claude, and next

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    morning we touched it off. It split it clear through and we had to have a county

    compressor and heavy equipment to move it.

    Claude had a mining claim at Engineer Springs, right along side the road. Claude had

    sunk a shaft about 4' and needed to go 2 feet more to do his assessment work. Claude

    said he'd give me a cow if I would sink it 2 feet more. His blacksmith shop was only

    about 50 yards distant and he would furnish the coal and drills and powder. All I would

    have to do was to sharpen the drills when they got dull. Well, that was the hardest rock

    in the world and I learned all about sharpening steel drills. Sometimes they would be too

    soft and sometimes too hard and they would break. Well I hammered away after school

    and on weekends. I don't believe I went a bit over one foot, but Claude gave me the cow

    anyway.

    One winter morning I woke up with a terrible toothache and I was to meet Claude at

    Cottonwood. We had a big storm and had been waiting for the river to go down to move

    cattle from the Troy place to the Cottonwood ranch and some to Engineer Springs

    There was a cold north wind blowing. We made it across going, but crossing back my

    horse struck a quicksand and suddenly lay on his side, completely soaking me before

    he got out of it. Together with wind and wet clothes I had a miserable day to remember

    and a trip the next day to San Diego to visit the dentist.

    Claude had told me all about Ralph Conklin and the Epifanio Gallego story. Ralph had

    arrested Epifanio and another young Mexican who were stealing cattle in Baja and

    selling them on this side. They were stealing anything they could on this side and selling

    or trading below the border. Ralph had let the Mexicans sit in the front seat of the

    wagon and drive and he sat in the back. When they got to the Cottonwood River and

    were watering the horses Epifanio grabbed Ralph and wrestled him down and in the

    commotion the team ran away and the other Mexican got Ralph's gun. They handcuffed

    him and beat his head repeatedly and left him for dead. They walked to Shecklers’ and

    borrowed a horse and saddle supposedly to go catch the runaway team which they said

    was theirs. They left and turned east towards Campo, and Shecklers never got their

    horse and saddle back. Ralph came to later and walked to Shecklers and cut his

    handcuffs off. I was most interested to hear this story of Epifanio Gallego, never

    dreaming that I would hear more of him in years to come, which I will tell about later in

    my experience in Baja California.

    About 1908 I was in the 8th grade and had about 3 months to go before graduation.

    Father heard of a tract of land open for filing, from a friend. This was bench land left by

    the Colorado River when it broke into Imperial Valley by way of the Alamo River

    channel, 7 miles south of Holtville.

    We packed up and left immediately, father, mother, brother, Roger and our niece

    Dorothy, about 5 years old. She was my sister Beula's daughter. We arrived on the

    property and set up a tent just before night. Dorothy had brought her pet kitten that kept

    busy all night, for the next morning there were 18 long tail rats piled around her pillow. I

    did not get back to Dulzura until several days after my class had graduated. My teacher,

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    Mrs. Mary A. Dana, God bless her soul, she has passed away from this earth and I am

    sure she is an angel up in heaven, for she talked the Superintendent of San Diego

    County Schools into giving me a special examination for the 8th grade, which I passed

    by the skin of my teeth and the kindness of their hearts.

    This gave me a chance to go to commercial college. I was lucky, as Arnold Babcock,

    who my brother, Bert had worked for as foreman of the Jamul Ranch for years and now

    foreman of the Circle Bar Cattle Co. at Ojos Negros, Baja California, offered to pay my

    tuition to Kelsey Jenny commercial college in San Diego. I agreed to repay him by

    working in his office in San Diego, but my work turned out to be mostly running errands

    between San Diego and Ojos Negros. I took shorthand lessons from a private teacher

    on Saturdays and found out later that I should have taken Spanish lessons as well. I

    had put in five months at college and had about a month to go and was able to take

    dictation, when Arnie said that's enough, you'll learn the rest in the office, I am going

    down to Ojos Negros tomorrow and I want you to go along. Arnie had a bookkeeper

    named Willard Roberts, who helped me a lot.

    I will never forget that trip, my first auto ride in a Rambler. Tim Williams, a big husky

    black lad was our chauffeur. It was getting dark and before leaving Tijuana we put the

    lights on, I believe acetylene on each front fender had to be lighted. It was a moonlight

    night and I enjoyed hearing the clickety-clack of the motor as we climbed up and down

    the rough rocky road. We had breakfast in Ensenada. Along the way, after leaving

    Ensenada, we met a neighbor who had a ranch adjoining the Circle Bar. I was

    introduced to Newt House. He and five buckaroos and 3 pack mules were in-route to

    one of his coast ranches doing the spring branding. I shall have more to tell of Newt

    House, as thinking back today, he was just such a character as John Wayne, with that

    big sweat stained sombrero and all.

    I was introduced to Bill Turner, the main bookkeeper, a big man in his 50's. I had heard

    about him, he was a quiet not very talkative person, a good accountant, but about once

    a year would take a vacation and stay drunk for the duration of the vacation and would

    come back sober, maybe a little shaky.

    BAJA CALIFORNIA

    Here there is a small map of a portion of Baja California, showing the area

    from the border to Cabo San Quintín. Towns along the coast have indicated

    the types of seafood and fishing that are available there, such as lobster,

    clams, mussels, red snapper, etc. The quality of the image is too poor to

    reproduce here.

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    Arnie left after a few days, saying I want you to learn your way around the ranch. Bert

    was getting ready to start the spring roundup and branding and he turned me over to

    Manuel Taylor, who was a native of El Cajon, California. I went with him down to Reál

    del Castillo, which had been considered for the capitol of Baja California during gold

    rush days. On the way we passed Newt House's ranch headquarters, and going into

    Reál, we passed the jail. There was a young man, Mexican, but very fair or red-faced

    from the sun. Manuel knew him and he told us in Spanish, they put him out every day

    with a ball and chain and chained so he could not reach the shade. Manuel told me later

    why he was there, and I will tell you more of Antonio Damas.

    Seems Manuel knew him intimately. He was raised across the border near Nejí and

    went to school at Campo, where he learned to speak English. He fell madly in love with

    a girl and because he was closely related to a Chinese smuggler and thief, her parents

    would not permit the marriage. So Antonio became a Chinese smuggler himself. He

    was a horseman taught by one of the best of the old timers. He had two beautiful

    horses, one bay and one sorrel, named appropriately, Sino and Alazán. Why he was in

    the jail at Reál del Castillo, he had just returned from escorting thirty Chinamen safely to

    the U. S., at twenty dollars per head. He had stopped by the winery and felt like

    celebrating. When he got to Reál he rode through the swinging doors of the salon and

    ordered beer for his horse and whiskey for himself. Well, the saloon keeper lost no time

    in having him arrested. Antonio told Manuel he would get revenge. As soon as he was

    released, Antonio arranged another large group of Chinamen, had them hid out up near

    the border near Boulevard, and again he rode Sino through the swinging doors of the

    Reál saloon. The saloon keeper started for his gun and Antonio shot him between the

    eyes, then gave him another through the heart.

    This group of Chinese were captured by the immigration officers but the smuggler

    escaped riding a horse and leading another with a pack on his back.

    I had bought a new saddle and rode with the buckaroos, my brothers, Bert and Frank.

    The cattle had spent the winter in the Valle de San Rafael and each day would work

    their way towards the mountains. There were no fences and really they were moving

    themselves. We had our camp at El Rayo and each day we would go down to the

    foothills and gather an area and move them up and brand their calves. Each time we

    went back there would be more cows working their way up.

    One trip, by boat, I had been in San Diego for a few days and returned to the ranch with

    orders to help Bill Turner with the books. I had the feeling that I was an understudy and

    might be there to familiarize myself in case something happened to Bill. Well the first

    afternoon the phone rang and it was the telegraph operator at Ensenada. He read me a

    telegram from Arnie, telling me to go to El Rayo and get the two Strahman boys. They

    were sons of Strahman Drug and were down there on a hunting trip and had been given

    the ranch coach and team. I was to get them and their equipment and bring them down

    to Ojos Negros where I would hook up 2 old saddle horses to a buckboard, they had

    never been harnessed or driven before, and bring them to Tijuana. Arnie wanted to sell

    them as polo ponies.

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    Well, while I was talking to the telegraph operator a tooth suddenly began to ache, one

    molar that I had just had filled before I left San Diego. As it happened there were only

    three horses, the ones that I was to drive to Tijuana and another, which I had to catch,

    and none of them were easy to catch. I had bought a

    mague rope in Ensenada. They

    are made, I believe from cactus fibers. If you let them slip through your hands they are

    very rough. Well, I slipped around this old horse, who had his head down in the tules,

    and I threw a loop clear over him and it came up over his shoulders. When he jumped

    and ran I started to pull up the slack and that

    mague slipped through my hands. I

    couldn't let go and my hands couldn't open and the burn hurt almost as bad as the

    tooth. Well, I herded them up into a corner and got close enough to pick up the rope. I

    saddled up and got to El Rayo after dark. I bedded down but never slept a wink all night,

    I was up at the crack of dawn and had the coach team harnessed and hooked up ready

    to go when the boys had their breakfast. Made it back to Ojos Negros and corralled the

    horses. They were very gentle only they objected to putting the crooper under their tails.

    The boys loaded their camping equipment on the buckboard while I drove the team

    around the corral before I hooked them to the buckboard. We got started, must have

    been about 3 o'clock. Got to Ensenada about dark and found the dentist was in San

    Diego. The druggist gave me something hot to hold in my mouth that took all the skin off

    the inside of my mouth.

    On the way up the hill leaving Ensenada, met the stamp collector, Señor Encinas, who I

    met when he came to Ojos Negros. I took him duck hunting in this same buckboard,

    only it was pulled by two mules, a bay one and a white one. Every time Señor Encinas

    raised his shotgun to shoot, that white mule would lay back his ears and stand on his

    hind feet. Result - no ducks.

    Señor Encinas was very sorry for me, as my face was terribly swollen. He had a half

    gallon jug of tequila and insisted that I take a big drink, which I did and handed the jug

    back. He insisted, "Toma más", which I did. I think I drank fully a quart, which had

    absolutely no effect on me at all.

    We were going up Cañón de Burro, a very rough narrow road, and it was pitch dark,

    when I heard a wagon coming down. There happened to be a wide place about where I

    was and I pulled out. There were 5 wagons all pulled by 4 horses on the trot. They were

    Russian colonists from Guadalupe coming back from San Diego. It was so dark, I don't

    believe they saw me, and if it hadn't been for that wide place in the road they surely

    would have run over us. I don't see yet how the drivers stayed on the seats, they were

    going at a fast trot and the horses must have been going home and stayed in the road.

    We finally made it to Valle de las Palmas about midnight and the old horses were about

    to give out. There was no habitation here and I unharnessed the team and tied them up

    to trees. Valle de las Palmas was a barren flat with no grass and it turned very cool in

    the night. We were up at daylight and got to Tijuana about 4 o'clock p.m., too late to

    catch the train to San Diego. The Strahman brothers called somebody to come and pick

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    them up. Neither one had ever had a tooth ache and couldn't know how to sympathize

    with me.

    I stayed that night at what was called Padillas Hotel, an old adobe. About midnight the

    swelling broke into another section and the aching quit, but oh, what a headache I had.

    About that time a loud snoring started in the attic above me, such as I never heard

    before. This was an old adobe room with just a bed and rough 1 x 12 boards for a

    ceiling.

    I caught the train next day and got to the dentist office about 4 p.m.. He poured a glass

    of whiskey and attempted to lance with a two-edged knife but failed and I drank the

    whiskey which kept me from passing out. Then he drilled through the silver filling and I

    had to undergo a series of treatments before he dared to pull it.

    Meantime, at the San Diego office, Willard Roberts, who was the regular bookkeeper

    and had been wonderful help to me coaching me in how to do typing and other work

    assigned to me, continued to coach me while I was taking these treatments.

    Meantime at Ojos Negros the

    insurectos under Mosby and Price came up from Mexicali,

    on their way to Tijuana and appropriated all the good horses and most of the saddles,

    leaving all their tired worn out horses. They did the same at Newt House’s ranch. My

    brother, Bert called the Governor and offered to join up 25 men if they could be

    furnished .30-30 rifles and ammunition.

    There had been negotiations going on to sell the lease on the Circle Bar and all of the

    cattle to three cattlemen who were forming a partnership, under the name of Bowker

    Benton & Bragg. They thought this was a good time to buy and Arnie Babcock thought it

    was a good time to sell.

    They had a nighttime meeting at Arnie’s office. All three of them came accompanied by

    their Los Angeles banker, named Moore. Arnie called me to come and all I did was fill

    out a bank draft in favor of A. E. Babcock for $150,000. Willard Roberts continued with

    Bowker, Benton & Bragg. The deal was closed that night.

    As the next event has to do with our neighbor, Newt House, I will tell what I know of him.

    He came to Baja California as a very young man and the rumor has it that he was

    involved in a range war just over the: border in Texas, in which his side was ambushed

    and nearly annihilated. Newt arranged his own ambush and evened this up. He came

    west to Baja and became a Mexican citizen and that's all anyone knows, and even his

    best friends don't ask any questions.

    I was in the San Diego office one afternoon when Newt came in for a conference with

    Arnie and I was called into the private office as Arnie said this concerns you.

    I was told that Newt had been to Tijuana and obtained a permit from the

    rebeltosos to

    pass cattle to the U. S. made out to the bearer. The rebs were told it was made out to

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    the bearer because there were several passing as one. Of course they (the rebs)

    thought they would get some revenue out of it. It was really to be delivered to Robert

    Benton.

    I was told to pack my bag and take the boat that night with Newt. I was also told that

    Newt had called on the Governor on his way up to Tijuana and told him what he was

    going to do, and that he would stop on his return and pick up a like permit from the

    government. The only reason for a permit from the rebels, was no telling when you

    would run into a bunch of them. There was a bunch that left Mosby and Price to go

    south to the Alamo reported to be about 80 men mostly negroes under a Mexican by the

    name of Guerro. They were expected to rejoin the main force at Tijuana.

    Well on our way to the boat, the 60' steamer, St Denise, Newt stopped at a liquor store

    and bought a three gallon jug of gin. When we arrived at the boat there were about 20

    young chicanos drinking and celebrating. They were volunteers going to join the

    federales

    at Ensenada. Newt and I got ourselves located in bunks. Newt said you take

    the top. Well it was dark and the boat pulled out and sometime later those 20 men ran

    out of drinks and began to look for a place to sleep. We could hear them. I couldn't

    understand much but Newt did. He told me to pretend to be asleep, just lay still and

    don't move. Their conversation was to the effect why should they, patriots, going to save

    their country have to sleep on the deck and those gringos have bunks, why don't we

    throw them overboard. That’s when I understood the why of the jug of gin. Newt with his

    easy drawl in Spanish told them that he was a Mexican citizen working in the interest of

    the government. He told them how many years he had lived in Mexico and suggested

    that they have a drink and that I was working for the governor. About the second time

    around with that jug, and there were Mexicans laying all around us on the floor, happy

    as could be.

    First thing on arrival at Ensenada, we called on the governor and got the permit. He was

    told that I would place a permit in each boot if held up by either side and that I would

    deliver them to Robert Benton who had purchased the Circle Bar and was preparing to

    pass a bunch of steers. The governor told us that there was an outbreak of smallpox

    and that we better get vaccinated. Newt did but I did not. I got his team and buckboard

    from the livery stable, while he went to the doctor. It was after dark when we arrived at

    Reál and there was a Circle Bar horse ready for me to ride up to Ojos Negros. It was a

    beautiful moonlight night, and I found a Benton man, Joe Fisher waiting for me. We

    talked a while and as we were both pretty tired decided to sleep awhile and leave real

    early. It was just getting light when we could see to the south a big dust. We had just left

    the ranch house and were out about 2 miles and there was a wash we could follow and

    keep out of sight. We watched, they were riding at a gallop, reportedly 80 men. They

    stopped at Ojos Negros, but there wasn’t much there, no horse. But at Newt’s, I heard

    later they cleaned house. I delivered the permits to Mr Benton at San Pedro.

    I went back to El Rayo in time to go with the boys for the last of the branding. We

    gathered that day about 800 cows and calves and it was dark when we came over the

    mountain where we could look down and see El Rayo. There was what turned out to be

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    spread out over about ten acres of camp fires. We were not sure until we got down

    there whether they were Feds or Rebs. We had to go through a gate at one corner of

    their camp and Bert told two of his cowboys to spot a fat dry cow and keep their eye on

    her and catch her right by their camp, which they did. They called to the soldiers to

    come cut her through. With a Mexican army on the march there are women and

    children. The women are called "soladeras'. With this group were all Maya

    Indians under Col Mayol. Well when the soldiers cut that cow’s throat the children came

    running with their cups and filled them with blood and gulped it down until it quit

    bleeding.

    These soladeras each carried a big basket on their arms with blankets and cooking

    utensils. Their arms would get blistered and they would just move the handle of the

    basket a little until it got sore again. Most of these women were from their elbow to their

    wrist.

    Col. Mayol came over to the cabin that night and spent the whole evening telling of the

    wonderful deeds he had done and just how wonderful he was. Even Bert and Frank

    couldn't keep up with him.

    Next morning we were visiting with a big fat Mexican, who had worked at Circle Bar and

    spoke perfect English. He was now a scout and guide for Col. Mayol’s company. He

    was telling about the Mexicali battle. The

    federales were in a field of barley and the rebs

    were over a ditch bank. The feds were picking them off every time they raised their

    heads. Pretty soon a black boy, who was a crack shot with a pistol, got a fed every time

    he shot. This guide heard one of the rebs holler at the black boy, "get that big bellied

    one with the big hat, he's the one that's getting our men”. “Boys, I tell you I flattened

    down until I'll bet I wasn't more than an inch thick!"

    We were going towards the desert when we could see in the distance what appeared to

    be a person. This guide said, oh that's one of the women. She stopped last night to

    have a baby, she'll catch up. The guide went his way and we continued on and met the

    woman. She showed us the baby, of which she was very proud. Besides the baby, she

    had a basket on her arm, which I noticed was like the rest, just one big scar.

    Well, when Mr. Benton got his steer drive headed for the U. S. he came back to Rayo

    and we rode together to Newt House's rancho. There we learned that the smallpox

    vaccination had stopped his bladder from functioning and they had taken him in the

    night to the doctor in Ensenada. He had him sent to a hospital in San Diego.

    His nephew Lon Ragland took us to Ensenada in a buckboard, pulled by a matched pair

    of big palominos. We were going down a steep hill into Cañon de los Cruzes, and the

    sun was in our eyes. Before we knew it we were in a Mexican army camp. To my

    surprise the captain said, hello Harvey, and then I realized it was my friend Lerdo

    Gonzales. He was now captain and the other officer was an acquaintance of Mr.

    Bentons, named Ortega, that used to play violin for the Campo dances. They were on

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    their way to the Alamo. Seems the Indians were outraged by the Guerro rebels and

    were giving trouble to the Mexican people in that area.

    Newt’s nephew, Lon Ragland, had told us the Guerro bunch had taken all of Newt’s

    horses, but that he got them back. He didn't explain how.

    Well the first thing I did when I got off the boat in San Diego was to call Newt at his

    home and arrange to visit him next morning.

    Newt was quite a bit thinner, showing the effects of his hospitalization. He was glad to

    see me and hear how I got along. He had wondered if I missed the Guerro bunch, and

    he related his experience with them, as they came to his place about an hour after Joe

    Fisher and I had watched them go by. Newt said in his usual slow drawl, "You know,

    Harvey, those fellows went too far with me and they hurt my feelings. The first time was

    bad enough, they took all my good horses and my saddle and all my guns. I put up with

    it and I had bought a new saddle. If there's anything I hate is to break in is a new saddle

    and I had new guns now which I kept hidden. Well, they left me one old tired horse.

    Epifanio Gallego was with this bunch as a guide and before they left, Epifanio told

    Guerro that after a few miles he would put them on their way to Tijuana and he would

    take a switch towards the coast and would probably join them before they got to

    Tijuana. He told where he would stop at noontime for lunch. There was a nice little

    meadow where they could graze their horses and a spring where they could get water.

    He wanted 25 men to go with him. I heard all this planning and after they left I took that

    old horse they had left, put a blanket on his back and rode him. I had a new .30-30

    carbine and 2 cartridge belts. Well I knew the location where they were going to camp

    like a book, as it was on my range. Well I rode up the back side of the hill where they

    were and crawled down where I could see. There was all their guns stacked and a

    guard sitting on a rock with his back to me. He was watching to the north, and all the

    rest were just out of my sight in the shade. Well I shot him in the back of his head and

    instantly the men started to rush for their guns. I got the first one and the next two fell

    across his body. The rest turned to run back and I got several more and one that I had

    noticed had a pistol. The rest took to the brush. I saw old Epifanio just making the brush

    and put a shot along side of him. I didn't want to hurt him as I knew him well, he had

    worked for me at one time. Well I gathered up my horses and my new saddle which

    Epifanio had appropriated and I had been in great pain from the smallpox vaccination

    which had stopped my bladder from functioning. As soon as I got home they loaded me

    in the buckboard and took me to the doctor in Ensenada. This was in the night and he

    gave me some relief, but the next night he loaded me aboard the old St Denise and

    went with me and put me in the Mercy hospital in San Diego."

    I heard as the federal army under Col. Mayol approached Tijuana there were 70 men

    mounted on the best horses, and next to the border they charged through and headed

    south. They were said to be all wanted men on this side. When they came through Ojos

    Negros they were looking for John Adams and Bert Moore, some way they had heard

    that Bert Moore had asked for guns to use against them. Bert was not there - only Dick

    Ayres and Bill Turner. It happened that Dick Ayres and John Adams looked very much

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    alike and they were just about to shoot Dick. They searched him and found a letter in

    his coat pocket addressed to Dick Ayres from his wife. About that time one of these

    guys poked a gun in Bill Turner’s belly and said what's your name. It scared poor Bill

    and he stuttered and looked at Dick and said what's my name and they all laughed.

    These men evidently planned this trip back, as they all had things tied on their saddles.

    They probably holed up in the mountains of Sonora with other banditos.

    After leaving Arnold Babcock’s employment, I went to work for George Beckley, who

    was running the Granger Corral. This was a full city block at the southeast corner of

    Eighth and I St. It was enclosed with a high board fence and the entrance on the corner

    of 8th and I Streets. It had a long hay barn with box stalls and single and double stalls

    around the inside of the fence and corral clear around the block. This had been

    established for many years, where most of the ranchers put their teams or saddle

    horses up while in San Diego. I was there when the big freeze came in 1913.

    I got to meet many of the ranchers from different parts of the country, that I had

    previously only heard about. I was there all day most days and was night man as I slept

    next to the office with a peek hole so I could see who ever came in. I had an alarm that

    nobody knew about, the little gate which teamsters used to go back and forth squeaked

    every time it was opened or closed. Many of the ranchers slept in their wagons. The big

    gate I locked when I went to bed and sometimes would have to get up and open it for

    some late arrival.

    This was the year of the I. W. W. Industrial Workers of the World, but a better name for

    them was "I won't work". They had been giving Geo Beckley a lot of trouble coming in

    late at night and sleeping in the hay and I had orders to run them off. Geo gave me a

    pistol, and ranchers would leave their guns with me while they were in town. Once I had

    about 9 or 10 six shooters under my mattress. One was a big nickel plated .45. I recall

    one night there were six men came through the little gate about midnight while I had

    gone out to stop some horses from fighting and I was still in the barn. They stopped at a

    box stall door and were passing a bottle around having a last drink before crawling in

    the hay. I poked that old nickel plated gun out just far enough for the moon to shine on

    it, and said get out of here and don't come back or I'm going start shooting. Well you

    never saw six men run so fast and I gave one shot into the ground.

    One morning I was feeding the horses when I noticed George’s buggy mare was

    standing in the back of her stall and didn't come to her manger. Then I heard a snore

    and held the lantern over the manger and there was one of the wabblys with his head

    and his ear right up against a loose board. Well I hauled off and kicked that loose board

    as hard as I could. That man got up and out of there on the run holding his ear. I don't

    think he ever knew what hit him.

    In melon season the ranchers from the south and other outlying areas would park their

    wagons as near as they could to the office and take them to the commission house

    early in the morning, cantaloupes so fragrant you could smell them a block away. One

    night I heard the little gate squeak and I saw a man go under my peek hole on his

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    hands and knees and go to the load of cantaloupes. I was too slow getting up and he

    grabbed as many as he could carry and came running past the peek hole. I stuck the

    pistol out and shot into the ground. Well his arms came up and all the cantaloupes fell

    to the ground.

    It was a most interesting place for me as there was something going on all the time,

    horse trading, bronco riding and horse racing.

    This was the year when trucks were gradually doing the hauling and ranchers were

    buying cars. The Granger Corral was being abandoned and soon would be just a

    memory for some old timers of days gone by.

    My brother, Roger, and I went out to San Pasqual to pick apricots. Then we took a trip

    to Long Beach by train and then by the steam ship Rose City. As we didn't have much

    money and never traveled, we bought a one-way ticket to Portland, Oregon. On the

    boat were workers going to Washington to work in the wheat fields. They had worked

    there before and knew just where to go. They wanted us to go with them, but Roger was

    already getting homesick and did not want to go any farther away from home. We took

    an electric car to Oregon City and started walking and looking for work. After the first

    day each of us carrying a suitcase filled with things we sure didn't need, such as Uncle

    Donald's shaving set, a box and a mug with his name engraved on it. We left them

    under a grove of trees beside the railroad tracks. We were just about out of money, in

    fact, we rationed ourselves to deviled ham and crackers, cost us about 10 cents a day.

    We walked down the railroad tracks for days and there was always in melon season

    ranchers from the south and other outlying areas, a lot of men ahead of us. Finally, near

    Halsey, Oregon, we saw two old men with a team working on the road and went down

    to talk to them and ask about work. Well when they found out we were just kids, they

    said you'll have to leave this railroad to find work. They said, did we know those men

    ahead of us were from Kansas. There had been a complete crop failure there this year

    and the railroad gave them free transportation to help them and they are all looking for

    work. They gave us information just how to go to where a wheat thrasher was working

    and to a ranch to inquire for Harry Leeper and they were sure one of us would get a job.

    Just tell him his dad and uncle sent you.

    Well I took the job with Leeper and Roger went to the thrasher and they put him right to

    work. Mr. Leeper and I had 2 wagons and were hauling baled hay from the field and

    storing it in the barn. We had to bring it for a mile thru a lane with a row of big pie

    cherries on both sides. Well I ate pie cherries all the way and our loads of hay were

    cherry red.

    Mrs. Leeper was one of the finest cooks I ever knew. Every Sunday morning those two

    old men would go out at daylight and shoot pheasant roosters for Sunday dinner. They

    wouldn't shoot anything but a young rooster. Those two old men, brothers, in their 80's

    were born on that farm in that same house. They had never been out of that county and

    had never seen the ocean. When Harry, their son and nephew, who was married and

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    his first child was born while I was there, was going with a group of young married

    couples to vacation on a beach, his dad and uncle both warned him. "Now Harry, look

    out for that old ocean, don't get too close, they say you will be standing there and all of

    a sudden it will come up and get you".

    I had a touch of ptomaine poisoning before I left San Diego. Got down to 140 lbs. and I

    weighed 160 lbs. when I left Oregon.

    In addition to all those fine meals there was a cherry tree in the front yard just loaded

    with the biggest black cherries I had ever seen. We had completed 6 weeks of work.

    The thrasher was through and the Leepers baled hay was put away. The Leepers

    wanted me to stay free room and board for all winter, not much to do, maybe sometimes

    do the chores, but we decided to go south.

    We bought a one-way ticket to El Centro, left on the night train and there was 2 inches

    of hail on the ground. If my memory serves me right it took us 3 days and 3 nights as

    that train stopped at every station on the line.

    One thing about Imperial Valley, if you want to work and I mean really work, you can

    always get work. I worked at different jobs. Finally went to work for Mike Yeorgin at

    Holtville, leveling land on his own place. Finally he decided to level a patch of big sand

    hummocks and put me and another bindle-stiff, named Jim, out in a camp. We had two

    4-horse teams. Jim was a good cook and while he cooked I took care of feeding the

    horses and I washed the dishes. We spent 8 months with hardly a day off. Each one of

    those hummocks had sidewinder rattlesnakes in them. Had to watch each Fresno

    scraper as we dumped and spread the dirt. In the winter months they were more or less

    dormant. Some hummocks had as many as a dozen sidewinders, we killed every one.

    One small patch, maybe about 5 acres, the owner turned the water in one area at a

    time. He had a little white fox terrier that caught every long tailed rat the came out

    ahead of the water, and he told us he had counted 90.

    While in Ensenada, one afternoon I went to the livery stable to get a team and was

    introduced to two gentlemen ranchers who I had heard of. One was one of the Johnson

    brothers from south of Ensenada, and the other was Tom Grove, an Englishman. He

    had settled north of Ensenada in a long canyon that ran from the Pacific back into the

    hills. You could see down into it from the old road from Tijuana to Ensenada. The sides

    of this canyon were steep giving its name "Sale sí puede" meaning, “get out if you can”.

    He had a lot of good horses and my brother Frank went down there and bought a

    couple of young geldings. His main purpose was to try and buy cattle. When asked if he

    would sell some of his steers he would say, oh, no they look good on the ranch. Others

    had been trying for years and got the same answer. He had never sold any steers and

    he had some that were dying of old age. Then there came a dry year and he had to sell

    and that's when Bruce Casebere went down and got all of his steers. I believe there

    were about 800, and drove them up and crossed them at Campo. They had never been

    driven away from the ranch and they were spooky and nervous of strange noises and

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    strange sights, they would run at the drop of the hat. Bruce had bought Bob McCain's

    steers and threw the two herds together. Bruce had them sold to my brother Bert.

    I was working for Bert at the time and had been riding looking after several herds up

    around Calipatria and Brawley. When I got back to Bert's ranch I found a note for me to

    go meet Bruce. Bert and all his men had gone down to Lee Little ranch below Mexicali

    to receive and dip a bunch of cattle he had bought from Newt House. I found out that

    the boys had moved all the extra horses to some pasture I didn't know about and the

    irrigator had turned the water on our pasture. So I went up to the livery stable and the

    only horse I would take was a good horse, good traveler, easy riding, but had a touchy

    mouth. If you put a bit in his mouth and pulled he'd throw his head up. I took him and

    just used a hackamore and nothing in his mouth. Well I got to Bruce's camp below

    Devil’s Canyon, just at midnight. The guard had just been changed. There was a hard

    cold wind blowing and I tied up my horse. Bruce said, crawl in between those two

    fellows and he told them in Spanish to move over and let me crawl in between. I didn't

    really appreciate that too much but I knew I shouldn't go out on guard as I had

    experience in that same area which was infested with cholla cactus. If you didn't sort of

    locate it when it was light you might cause a stampede if your horse cut up. Well,

    imagine my surprise in the morning to find I had slept between a pox-marked Mexican,

    old Benito. I was really surprised when they addressed the other as Epifanio. Yes, it

    was Epifanio Gallego.

    We made it that day to a feed out pasture west of Imperial and Bruce and his men were

    through. Next day I got Lester Derrick and Charlie Sunday to help me move them to

    better pasture about 3 miles further on. We were traveling along good, Charlie behind

    and I was in the lead and Lester working near the front, watching for open gates or

    gaps, when some steers got down where Charlie could not get to them. He saw an old

    rusty can and he reached down and picked it up and dropped it at their heels. Boy, just

    one big swish and they were at full speed. I was going back and forth in front of them, I

    guess I was forgetting about that horse throwing his head and did it come up right under

    my jaw. I was passing out and Lester saw it and got to me and shoved me back and

    held my arm to keep me in the saddle for only about a minute before I straightened up.

    If Lester hadn't caught me when he did it would have been curtains for me. We got them

    stopped about a quarter of a mile further. Found out I had another molar tooth cracked,

    had to have it pulled next morning.

    It was while working for my brother, Bert at Imperial, California that I met the sweetest

    woman in the world. When I went to apply for a marriage license at El Centro to marry

    Louise Ellen Love, the lady at the desk said, oh, what a beautiful name, how do you

    have the heart to change it? I said, oh I am not changing it, I'm just adding Moore to it.

    I had $40.00 and Louise had $50.00. We rented a cottage, not very fancy for $10.00 a

    month. I could keep a couple of saddle horses on the back of the lot. At that time you

    could buy a round steak for 10 cents and other food in comparison. We moved around

    the Imperial Valley on different jobs. Built our first house in Calipatria, again not very

    fancy. We had been married about a year and a half when the WWI draft came and I

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    was called on the first number drawn in Washington along with one Mexican and two

    Hindus. By the time we were called there was one other American boy. We went to El

    Centro together to a big room full of tables with a doctor at each one. Well I got as far as

    the doctor who asked what branch of the service I wanted to go into, I said I don't care

    so long as I don't have to walk much. He said why, I told him that I had been in a riding

    accident several years before and had the ligaments pulled loose from my right

    hip. Every time I took a step you could hear my hip joint pop. He layed me on my back

    and worked my leg back and forth and it went pop-pop. He said go over to that last table

    and I did. He gave me the same test and marked it on my papers and said all right

    Moore, you'll get your discharge papers in a few days.

    I took a job as watchman at the north end dam. I was called back in a few months to

    see how I was employed and again several months later as I was working for my

    brother, Frank on a farm he had rented.

    Later I was chosen by Harry Jones, who was authorized by the First National Bank of

    Los Angeles, to send two men to go to Holbrook, Arizona to check on one of their

    customers, the Fuller Bros, who had reported on many cattle dying. The other man

    chosen was Guy Robinson. Well, I had 60 head of angus heifers on pasture and I left

    Louise to dispose of them, as they were ready to go to market, and Louise was going

    back to Kansas to visit her sister.

    After inspecting the report of dying cattle around Holbrook, Arizona I was to go south to

    White River and Cibecue and go through the spring round up where Fuller Bros. had a

    lease on Apache Indian reservation. Guy Robinson went to the old flying V Ranch and I

    didn't see him any more after we parted at Cibecue.

    At Holbrook, Fuller Bros had a well fenced pasture, 18 miles by 6 miles wide, in which

    they had turned 1800 steers for the winter. The following spring was a warm dry one in

    which nothing grew except loco weed. They had a young man looking after their cattle,

    who had never had any experience with loco weed. The weed came up in patches of

    ten to a hundred acres, it looked much like alfalfa and before this young man knew it,

    the steers were dying. No matter which direction we looked there were dead steers.

    They had corrals at one place where we counted eighty head which were alive but badly

    loco-ed. These corrals were close to a dry wash and they were feeding them corn silage

    which in previous good years had been stored in what had been dug for a well and was

    eighty feet deep. The corral fence was covered with a double thickness of hides, they

    would skin them as they died throw the hide on the fence and drag the carcass out and

    roll it down the bank of the wash. There were literally thousands of buzzards. We caught

    up with a bunch of steers, all that were able to travel, and counted 803 head. They were

    taking them to a pasture where there was no loco weed. Out of 1800, we counted 883

    alive and the chances were that those in the corrals would die.

    From Arizona I went to Bakersfield, where my friend, Henry Hoskins was buckaroo boss

    of the San Emelio Ranch, belonging to Kern County Cattle Co. They usually turned

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    5,000 steers on this ranch and kept them there until summer, then they were taken,

    about a thousand head at a drive to Bakersfield area and put on green pasture.

    I had written Louise to come to Bakersfield as Henry had promised me one of their all

    year camps. When Louise bought her ticket to Bakersfield she found out just what train

    and what time it would arrive. It arrived in the evening and her pet dog had traveled on

    the same train but had become separated due to a storm in crossing Salt Lake and did

    not arrive until next morning. We spent the night in the swankiest hotel, I forgot the

    name, but such a let-down in comparison with her home for the next year.

    Henry assigned me to Tecuya Camp and the morning we came to San Emelio

    headquarters in Henry's car. We transferred our few belongings to Bob Bowen's model-

    T Ford and we were off to what would be our home for a couple of seasons.

    Tecuya is a canyon parallel to Tejon on the west and was used by the Pony Express

    prior to the Tejon Pass. The buildings, all adobe, consisted on one large building which

    was a saloon with a jail in the basement, iron bars on the windows. Next to it was what

    was called a hotel, one large room with huge fireplace and stairway to the rooms above

    which was sealed off. The kitchen had one large wood range and cupboards made of

    box material and one large table also made of box material, no chairs, boxes were a

    luxury. This was to be our home. Next to this were the corrals, a hay barn and our four

    horses which were for our transportation. There was a milk cow and her calf and a mule

    used for pulling a sled with a barrel on it to haul water from the creek about 100 yards.

    Well, I know there's not another woman in the world that wouldn't have started walking,

    but Louise, like the good sport she was made the best of it. We had all the food

    necessary that did not need refrigeration. They had all that at headquarters, 20 miles

    away, so meat carried on a pack mule would be smelling by the time it got to Tecuya. I

    was told to kill a deer for my meat as there were lots of deer.

    While we were looking at the big room and standing in front of the fireplace which had a

    large hole in the back, Bob said I suppose you're wondering why. I have neglected to

    tell you this part of the ranch had been a sheep ranch for over 50 years and the herders

    were Vasco Español who always took their pay in cash. Well one morning as I was

    going out to the plains country, I met two dark complected men riding mules and leading

    a pack mule and they barely spoke. When I got in that night I found this old Dutch oven

    on the hearth, and he showed us, it had been full of coins and there was one 50 cent

    piece they had missed but the rusty prints of coins showed it had been full.

    Bob stayed with me to show me the different watering troughs and he left the next night

    to a new job he was taking.

    We got our mail at Lebec and we went through an adjoining ranch to get there. This

    ranch was owned by a cattleman from New Mexico and for the life of me I can't think of

    his name. That's been about 56 years ago. He had put his daughter and her husband in

    charge. Their name was Taylor and her first name Derella. Louise and she became

    good friends, they had a model-T Ford and came often to visit and take us places. They

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    had chickens and all kinds of farm animals. Once when we were there they had an old

    red hen that wanted to set. Louise bargained for her and a dozen eggs and they brought

    her and eggs over and Louise was in the chicken business. The eggs duly hatched and

    after a few days were following the mother hen.

    One day when I returned I found Louise in the front doorway, chopping through a third

    floor. Some of the chicks had gotten under the house and she put a board down through

    the hole she had made and held the hen in front of it and she clucked and the little

    chicks came up the board to her.

    Of course we were full of curiosity as to why three floors, and asked everyone. Seems

    after the pony express, this building was occupied by the Vasco Español sheep herders

    until one day a rider discovered the sheep and no herders, just the dogs watching them.

    He discovered the bodies of the herders in one corner of the room with their throats cut

    from ear to ear. This was in the time of Joaquin Murrieta and everyone believed it was

    he that attempted to rob them and they would not tell where their money was, so he cut

    their throats. The blood had run clear across the room and they thought the best way to

    cover was to put in a new floor. The third floor was put in after another attempted

    robbery, but the herders were shot this time.

    Louise went with me on my rounds which took us to the area adjoining the Tejon Ranch

    and as far as Cudy Valley on the south and learned the different trails to the watering

    places. In times when we were gathering she would cook for 6 or 8 cowboys.

    When we left Tecuya the Taylors came and took us to Bakersfield where we took the

    train for Modesto. We went as a couple to work on a ranch that bordered on the San

    Joaquin River. This ranch was owned by the Hogan Bros. Oscar Hogan owned a large

    hotel in Modesto and Grat Hogan, who operated the ranch had been sheriff of

    Stanislaus County. He was a most interesting man to visit with as he had many thrilling

    experiences as sheriff and proved to be a good boss. They had a lot of hogs which I

    helped with but my main job was leveling up a new patch of ground that had been a

    wooded pasture. San Joaquin River was flowing full and had lots of catfish and there

    were lots of fishing equipment so Louise and I spent most every evening fishing. About

    one month after we had been there my brother, Walter came to see us and Grat put him

    to work. Walter told us we had a cousin living in Modesto. Her name was Nellie Disher

    Miller. She was a daughter of my mothers brother, Joe Disher and married to Thomas

    Miller who was employed by a local creamery.

    Nellie was a lovely person and we enjoyed getting acquainted and hearing about a side

    of our family we didn't know. Nellie was getting a new model-T Ford and suggested that

    we might like the one she was turning in. It was a 1914 and I believe this was in 1920.

    We made a deal. I had never driven a car and I think back what an idiot I was not to

    have learned as I had many chances to learn while riding with friends.

    Well it was getting pretty hot in Modesto and we did not know where we wanted to go

    and Tom suggested we go to Mendocino County. He said that's the nicest cool part of

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    California. The dealer was supposed to teach me how to operate the vehicle and we

    loaded all our equipment in the Ford and drove around the back streets and back into

    the garage with him standing on the running board and headed it out the back door. He

    stepped off and we were on our way to Mendocino County. If I would tell all the hair

    raising experiences we had on that trip, it would fill a book. Nellie and Tom were waiting

    by the road side to tell us goodbye and I couldn't stop and Louise and Walter just waved

    goodbye. Next we came to a dip in the highway where a canal had broken and cars

    were waiting on each side for the water to be shut off and we sailed into about a foot

    and a half of water for about 50 yards. On, about another mile was a roadside gas

    station and I finally got the danged thing stopped. I said to the man, there's something

    wrong, this thing is getting hot. He just reached over and raised the gas throttle. Then

    there was the time in Stockton at an intersection a street car had stopped and I started

    to cross in front just as it started and I turned in front of it and he chased me a full block

    clanging his bell. In Sacramento at the river crossing they had the barrier down to let a

    boat go through. Luckily the barrier was raised just as I got to it.

    Eventually we went through Ukiah, California and stopped at Calpella at an auto court

    where we met a family named Joslin and later became good friends. They told us of the

    Ridgewood Ranch. 10,000 acres had been purchased shortly before by Chas. Howard

    of the Howard Automobile Co. of San Francisco. A contractor was just starting to build a

    swimming tank so we went up there and he put Walter and me right to work. This was

    about half way between Ukiah and Willits. We camped in what had been sheep yards.

    We had no tents so camped in the scales. This had been a sheep ranch for many years

    but had not been occupied for several years. Walter and I stayed with the job until the

    swimming tank was finished and Walter left for home at Bratton Valley.

    Meantime Louise had made friends with the younger Howard boys, Bobby 7 and Frank

    about 10 years and their governess Frances Withrow. They had come up to spend the

    summer, and before anyone knew it Louise had won their hearts and appetites with her

    fancy dishes. Louise had made a steady job for herself as housekeeper and cook and

    also for her husband as stableman and range rider, for they were stocking up with range

    cattle, and had a purebred Hereford herd coming from Colorado.

    We spent four years at Ridgewood Ranch. Louise had the lovely home to herself much

    of the time, especially in the winter. I had charge of the fancy carriage barn where I took

    care of all the saddle horses and also had charge of a Gov. stallion from the remount

    station at Sacramento where Mr. Howard sent me to Sacramento and I rode with him on

    the train to Ridgewood station. Also while I was there, Mr. Howard had bought all the

    Indian cattle on the Indian reservation out of Round Valley, California. He sent me up to

    help them gather and bring them to the shipping point at Dos Rios, California. Some of

    them were pretty ornery and had to be roped and led into a holding pasture. There were

    240 head.

    At Ridgewood there were lots of deer. As this was in prohibition time, bootleggers would

    go from Willits area to Ukiah with a load of booze and coming back through the ranch

    there was an alfalfa field along side the road. They would shoot deer usually about

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    midnight and load them in to serve venison stew and booze at a joint in Willets. For this

    Mr. Howard had me deputized. I also had the care of about a dozen Shetland ponies,

    mares and their colts and a stallion that belonged to Frank and Bobby. I used to hook

    them up to a cute little buggy. In fact I had all the mares broke to drive, and the stallion,

    a pretty little black, was driven to a cart.

    One year the herdsman was taking some Hereford show cattle to the state fair in San

    Francisco. The manager of the show talked Mr. Howard into sending some of the

    Shetland ponies on the promise that there would be no competition, as Howard's ponies

    were not groomed or trained for show. Of course, that meant that I would have to go

    along to tend the ponies.

    Well, the day before the show started the fair board received word from a party from

    Wisconsin that had turned down the opportunity to show because they couldn't make it

    on time, but there had been a change and they were on their way. It was embarrassing

    to enter our ranch ponies along with these highly trained high steppers with their leadweighted

    shoes. But the worst was our little mares. They were getting awful cranky in

    their stalls, kids poking and pulling their hair. The last night I was guarding as best I

    could, a little four-year-old girl came around the corner saw a pony mare eating with her

    head down. She ran up-and threw her arms around her hind legs. Well the mare drew

    her legs to kick taking the child with her and kicked throwing the little girl clear across

    the isle, but luckily she wasn't hurt.

    Other animals I had were 2 short-haired French shepherd dogs. Mr. Howard bought

    three, two for me and one for the herdsman. He paid $200.00 for them and the man that

    trained them came and worked with us one day to show us how they worked. They

    were trained especially for wild cattle. They were whistle broke. If cattle were running

    away from you all you had to say was, get ahead. They would get ahead and go from

    side to side jumping up and nipping them on the nose, which is the most sensitive part

    of a cow. After stopping them they would listen for the whistle. One whistle meant hold

    them. Two whistles meant bring them to me. I could put a bunch of cattle up in a corner

    of a field and start cutting out what I wanted to take. The one I cut first was held near

    but couldn't run away or get back in the herd and the other dog held the herd while I

    rode in to cut another out.

    From here we went to San Francisco where my brother, Bert had interest in a shock

    absorber company. I was going to work in the shop and Louise was going to visit her

    sister again. We were in San Francisco about 6 months. Bert gave his interest up and

    went back to his home in Imperial to resume the cattle business.

    When Louise returned we also headed south and landed in Imperial where I met Chas.

    Kelly. He was my brother, Frank’s, wife’s brother. He had a lease on all of Rancho

    Cuyamaca, except the east mesa. Joe Crouch had the east mesa leased. This was in

    1925. Chas. said to me, you're just the man I'm looking for. Mr. Ralph M. Dyar, who

    bought the Rancho Cuyamaca in 1923 wants me to find a man to build an earth dam

    across Stonewall Creek and level some land for alfalfa. So we left for Rancho

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    Cuyamaca and arrived about April 1st, 1925. We met Mr. Dyar and he showed me what

    he wanted done. We set up a tent near the old barns and corrals and worked a couple

    of days, and then a snowstorm came giving about 8 inches snow cover. As the ground

    was too wet to work we went to Boulder Creek to my brother Frank's ranch just in time

    to go to Julian and help drive 150 cows that had arrived by truck. On account of snow

    and muddy roads they were unloaded just below Julian. They belonged to Robert Kelley

    and Frank was to pasture them until the next fall.

    Then back to Dyars and work on the dam. Gene Davis, who had been caretaker at

    Stonewall Mine, announced he was leaving and Mr. Dyar wanted Louise and me to

    move into the Governor Waterman residence at the mine to act as caretakers. I would

    commute back and forth to work on the dam at Green Valley. We had very little

    furniture, but we enjoyed just being there. The lake was full and we had such a beautiful

    view.

    The dam was completed before winter and Mr. Dyar had contracted the construction of

    the cottage just south of his home. He said it was just for Louise and me. We were very

    comfortable and had fun furnishing it.

    This was the winter of December 1925 and January 1926 when it rained 9 days and

    nights without stopping for a minute. Charley Kelly had just received a shipment of old

    poor Arizona cows, many of them died and some we believed drowned standing up.

    Stonewall creek got up so high we were afraid the bridge would go out so we went

    down to the old ranch house and stayed so we could be near the barns and take care of

    the stock. Everything was a mess. Hard driving rain, strong wind kept the water on the

    roof. Had to wear a rain coat to milk the cows. About the sixth day about ten o'clock

    p.m., we heard a little louder rumble. It was the dam I had built going out. Green Valley

    Bridge was out and the road on the first curve south of it was closed by a landslide. We

    had to use an old wood road that went up and came out across the road from Green

    Valley entrance. There was no house there then.

    Mr. and Mrs. Dyar came in one Cadillac and his brother and wife came in another

    Cadillac, we met them and guided them over and across the river. They stayed about a

    week. Meantime Louise and I moved the Hereford herd to the Flinn Ranch at Descanso.

    Wm. Flinn and his daughter, Josephine met us and helped us get through to Descanso.

    When the Dyars were leaving we sent Bert and Lester Duboise ahead with team and

    wagon carrying a large block and tackle with 150' of inch rope. The hill leaving the valley

    was very steep. I came in my model-T Ford, which had a Ruxtell axle and the pine trees

    were just the right distance to hook to. We tied to their front and with the aid of their

    power I would pull them up by driving down along side of them. We finally got them up

    and out to the highway. When I shook hands goodbye with Mr. Dyar’s brother he had a

    twenty-dollar gold piece in his palm.

    At this time my brother, Bert bought Chas. Kelly's lease, which was arranged with Mr.

    Dyar and that was the start of the P.O.Cattle Co. Bert wanted Cuyamaca to fatten his

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    steers from his ranch in Baja California, Mexico, which he had bought from Peter

    Ortega. They were branded P. O. and Bert had that brand registered here so he didn't

    have to rebrand on this side of the border. Eventually he bought Joe Crouch's lease on

    East Mesa. Later Mr. Dyar bought from Amby Harper the tract east of the Cuyamaca

    Lake. By arrangement he made a down payment of $10,000 with the interest on the

    balance going to Mrs. Dick Harper and her son. This interest amounted to what he

    charged Bert for pasture. Thus P. O. Cattle Co. had all of Mr. Dyar’s part of Cuyamaca

    Grant leased.

    When Mr. Dyar bought the Cuyamaca he left a $200,000 mortgage on it at 6% interest

    because he was getting 10% on call money. When the panic came and the bank was

    pressing him to reduce his mortgage he sent Mr. Smythe, a former partner, with power

    of attorney to go to Harper’s (Amby Harper had died) to see if they would accept the

    land back and relieve him of the mortgage. I took Mr. Smythe over to Harper’s and they

    gladly signed all the papers.

    When a friend told Newton Drury about Cuyamaca he came up and went with Guy

    Fleming up the highway. It was stormy weather and we couldn't get off the highway but

    in due time the deal went through, the appraised value and the donation by Mr. Dyar of

    half that value. I remember Newton Drury saying, I feel guilty about this deal as I think

    about what I just closed the deal for Palomar.

    Anyway, Mr. Dyar came out with $50,000 and you would think he would starve to death.

    By phone he gave me 40 head of horses and the next day a letter came, if I could get

    anything out of the horses they would appreciate it. He did give me the model-A Ford

    pickup, which Louise and I appreciated very much.

    Then came the moment of great decision. The State Parks asked this old cowpoke to

    take over as custodian of the property. They also wanted Louise to take over the Dyar

    mansion and run it as a lodge, which we finally did. As far as the lodge was concerned,

    it was financially a loss, but this was offset by the wonderful people that we were in

    constant contact with. All the State Park commissioners, National Park officials and also

    dignitaries from Washington, D.C. came regularly in connection with the CCC camp at

    Cuyamaca and a second camp at Green Valley.

    One morning before I realized the deal had gone through, and there was two feet of

    snow on the ground and the highway had been cleared, I began to hear voices. A State

    Forestry crew of 60 had begun shoveling snow opening the back roads to the new barn

    and tool shed. These men were bindle stiffs that only stayed long enough to get a full

    belly and every one that left had some of my small tools in his bed roll. They used the

    tool shed for a kitchen and the hay barn for sleeping. I had been feeding 40 head of

    mares and colts and some cows but had to discontinue feeding as they would not come

    near as there was so much commotion.

    The CCC project was to construct two public camping and picnic areas, one at Green

    Valley and one at Paso Picacho. This of course included the construction of buildings

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    and developing water supply, reservoirs, pipe lines and roads. It also involved hiring an

    engineer to make a complete survey of Cuyamaca Grant. As they could only hire an

    engineer for six months, we had several before the survey was completed and

    recorded. The CCC was a wonderful program. It made men out of city boys who looked

    like they had been living on ice cream and pop. Just a day or two of exercising and

    breathing the mountain air gave them an appetite, and at the end of their stay they were

    men.

    My first duty was to try to stop deer poaching at night or day or any shooting, as we

    were getting nearly an over-population of deer. This was brought on by the county

    adding to the Fish and Game bounty on mountain lions. They raised the bounty to $100

    for a male and $105 for a female. This was in 1928. Before that date I thought the

    wildlife in Cuyamaca was very well balanced. This bounty raise caused many people to

    trap or get hounds. Even in 1933 the parks had a state lion hunter covering Cuyamaca.

    The P. O. Cattle Co., who held a grazing lease with Mr. Dyar, were continued on with

    the parks until 1950.

    The 30 years spent at Cuyamaca will live in memory as happy years together with all

    the rangers and their lovely families. We operated the Park as just one big happy family.

    I am proud of every ranger that worked with me, especially their records of service and

    advancement in positions for the Parks and Recreation Department.

    After retirement on July 1, 1955, we went to Enumclaw, Washington to live with Mr.

    Dyar and stayed with him until he passed away in 1962.

    Since that time we have lived in Alpine. This last February 28, 1977, I lost my Louise.

    We had 61 years of happy togetherness. Louise will be looking down and will be

    pleased when any of our friends call, for I shall stay right here and live with my

    memories.

    News Items

    HARVEY MOORE RETIREE FROM CUYAMACA

    When Harvey Moore leaves Cuyamaca Rancho State Park on July 1st, the State Park

    System will lose one of its pioneers. To all who know him intimately, Harvey Moore is

    emblematic of the country that he loves so deeply, the wide rolling hills, the picturesque

    uplands, cattle on the mesas the outdoor life of a cowboy.

    In relating events of his life, Harvey mentions that he was born on a ranch in Pamo

    Valley, San Diego County in November, 1890. His early elementary schooling was

    followed by a course in the Commercial College of San Diego and then working for 18

    months in an office.

    Harvey's love of horses and the excitement of ranch work took him back to cowpunching

    on ranches in California, Arizona and Mexico.

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    About this time he met Louise Ellen Love in Imperial and married her in January 1916.

    In April 1925 Harvey became foreman for Ralph M. Dyar who then owned 24,000 acres

    of the original Cuyamaca Grant.

    When the State Park System took over Cuyamaca in 1933 Colonel Wing, then Chief of

    the Division, tried to induce Harvey to remain as Custodian of the Rancho. To this

    suggestion Harvey replied, "I may be able to ride herd on cattle but I sure couldn't herd

    people." After Guy Fleming and Newton Drury added their persuasive reasons, Harvey

    finally accepted and now believes that these years in the park service were the happiest

    he and his wife ever enjoyed. Mrs. Moore, Louise to all who know her, operated the

    Stonewall Lodge where people from all parts of the country and from all walks of Life

    came to relax and enjoy Cuyamaca.

    Starting out with great mental reservations about Cuyamaca being overrun with tourists,

    Harvey is now thoroughly convinced of the need for parks in the balanced existence of a

    state and that the enjoyment of observing wildlife in all forms is a feature that must be

    maintained for future generations.

    RETIRED MOUNTAIN MAN

    Our sure retired employee is a name familiar to many Department employees. Harvey

    Moore and his charming wife Louise are synonymous with Cuyamaca. Harvey sent a

    very interesting letter and it is being printed so all of your can read it ... I'm sure you will

    enjoy it as much as I did. Harvey and Louise now live at P. O. Box 601, Alpine,

    California. Residence, Alpine Oaks Mobile Estates, Space 60.

    Ed Earl, Chief Ranger

    Santa Cruz Coast Area

    EIGHTIETH BIRTHDAY LETTER

    Today I am celebrating my 80th birthday and it has been 45 years since I came to work

    for Mr. Dyar at Rancho Cuyamaca and 15 years since I retired from Park Service.

    Parks took over in March 1933 and they adopted me, a poor Cowboy, to be Custodian I

    could not have managed had it not been for the sincere counseling of the many

    dedicated park officials who came often and stayed overnight at Stonewall Lodge which

    Louise ran for several years. Colonel Wing and Newton Drury came regularly and

    specially Earl Hanson who guided me through the transition Cowboy to Ranger.

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    The C.C.C. made it easy the first few years in the construction of campground facilities

    etc. and completely spoiled campers by piling free wood at each camp stove; the park

    gang had to suffer for this service when we lost the C.C.C. Camps.

    Paul Travis was my first Ranger and others who worked with me were Bob Hatch and

    Louis Juch. Leo Crawford and Morey Morgan were the first permanent Rangers - both

    had to go in the service but were given their jobs back when they returned.

    Meantime they were sending boys that had served their hitch in the armed services and

    were still celebrating their freedom. Had they not been the right kind, could have given

    this old Cowpoke a hard time for I was having hard enough time making a better Ranger

    out of myself.

    Carl Anderson came to Cuyamaca literally "still flying" and for a time I had doubts,

    especially after hearing of some of his escapades while in the Air Corps. But he finally

    made a landing and we are real proud of him. In fact we are real proud of every one of

    the boys and their lovely families.

    I could not mention all of them unless I were writing a book, there were so many. Just to

    mention a few there was Bill Allison shot down over enemy-occupied Holland and came

    out through the "underground". I remember him as showing just a little the effect of his

    strenuous experience. Also there was Les Knight who showed just a little twitch from his

    experience driving ammo trucks at night in the Battle of the Bulge. There was Clyde

    Strickler, a boy that made sudden decisions, so sudden that I called him "Spontaneous

    Combustion". The story is told that he couldn't stand being pinned drown in a shell hole

    and jumped out and charged an enemy machine gun nest with hand grenades.

    I have many pleasant memories of Cuyamaca, some real sad; especially the fire of

    August 1950 when about 10,000 acres burned. Some funny things happened. Once

    during the fire we had been fighting for several days without much rest or sleep and no

    time for shaving etc. Clyde and I traveling in a striped jeep, Clyde driving, went through

    fire so we could not go back and came to a place with rocks on one side and a huge

    pitch pine log on the other, burning and shooting white flame from a hole clear across

    our road, and here's where I gave him the name "Spontaneous Combustion". All of a

    sudden he hollored "Duck!" and stepped on the gas. I had hold of the windshield and

    the first chuckhole sent me up just right to get the cleanest shave on one side. After

    Clyde quit quit laughing at me, said now if you want the other side I can drive back. He

    could have let me out to walk around.

    Some time later I put in a request for a blond steno-clerk, but my good friend Earl

    Hanson turned it down, saying the young Rangers needed the experience. So I guess

    you know my secretary turned out to be this red-headed fat boy.

    After retiring Louise and I went to Enumclaw Washington to live with Mr. Dyar and

    stayed with him until he passed away in 1962. Since, we have made annual trips to

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    Arizona in the summers for about four years to take care of relatives' homes while they

    were in Europe.

    During these years we missed the potlucks and parties at the park, as those nice people

    continue to be almost like one big family and we are grateful that we are always

    remembered and included in every event.

    As you know Morey Morgan took a demotion to come back to Cuyamaca.

    We have enjoyed meeting and knowing Ron and Alice McCullough. They were

    wonderful to us and we hope they will be happy in their new assignment. Now we are

    happy that Glenn and Mary Jones are here and we enjoy them very much They are real

    park people.

    Sincerely,

    Harvey W. Moore

    GRAVESIDE SERVICES HELD FOR LOUISE ELLEN MOORE

    LOUISE ELLEN MOORE of Alpine Oaks Mobile Estates, Alpine, a homemaker and

    longtime resident of San Diego County, died on February 28, in her residence. Not only

    did Mrs. Moore live to celebrate her 90th birthday, but the Moores celebrated their 60th

    wedding anniversary January l6, 1976.

    Mrs. Moore was born Louise Love in Bronson, Kansas, on October 26, 1886. She came

    to California in 1915 to visit an aunt, stayed to marry Harvey W. Moore, a cattleman, in

    January of 1916. The Moores worked for Ralph M. Dyar at Rancho Cuyamaca from

    1925 until 1933 when the state of California purchased the ranch for a state park. Mr.

    Moore became the first park supervisor of Cuyamaca State Park and Mrs. Moore

    operated the Stonewall Lodge there for the state for several years. Since Harvey's

    retirement from the Park Service in 1955, the Moores have resided in Alpine.

    Louise is survived by her husband and nephew, Ben Thayer, of Westlake Village,

    California. Graveside services were held on March 3, at the Alpine Cemetery with Dr.

    John K Sorensen officiating

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    HARVEY MOORE OBITUARY

    Cuyamaca Rancho became a State Park in 1933, and its ranch foreman, Harvey

    Moore, stayed on as the park's first ranger. He saw the park through its development by

    CCC crews, and he hired Maury Morgan, Leo Crawford, Clyde S Strickler, Carl

    Anderson, Herb Heinze, Bill Allison, and others. When WWII ended and his rangers

    returned from the front lines, he carried them through the transition to civilian life. (For a

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    collection of his reminiscences of those days, see News & Views, January 1971, page 5

    - a letter on his 80th birthday.)

    Moore retired in 1955, but he and his wife Louise stayed in touch with Cuyamaca and its

    staff over the years. His wife died last February. Moore passed away December 10,

    1977, after a full 87 years of life.

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    Quotation Source

Mexico Census, 1930 for Epifanio Gallegos

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Name:Epifanio Gallegos
Head of Household: 
Age:61a
Residence:Agua Grande, Tijuana, Baja California, Mexico
Estimated Birth Year:1869
Birthplace:E.U.A.
Gender:Male
Sexo:Hombre
Civil Status:Married Civilly
Marital Status (Spanish):Casado por lo Civil
Film Number:1481990
Digital Folder Number:4106977
Image Number:00371
Page Number: 
Line Number:88
 HouseholdGenderAge
 Epifanio GallegosM61a
 Dolores A De GallegosF57a
 Faustino GallegosM21a
 Maria Rosario GallegosF15a
 Epifania GallegosF14a
 Bibiana LoronaF7a

 

  

 

United States Census, 1880 for Epiphanio Gallego

Name:Epiphanio Gallego
Residence:Watsonville, Santa Cruz, California
Birthdate:1870
Birthplace:California, United States
Relationship to Head:Other
Spouse's Name: 
Spouse's Birthplace: 
Father's Name: 
Father's Birthplace: 
Mother's Name: 
Mother's Birthplace: 
Race or Color (Expanded):White
Ethnicity (Standardized):American
Gender:Male
Martial Status:Single
Age (Expanded):10 years
Occupation: 
NARA Film Number:T9-0082
Page:544
Page Character:A
Entry Number:7100
Film number:1254082
 HouseholdGenderAge
 Theodoro GrihalvaM13
 Manuel CervantesM11
 Fulgencio GallegoM12
 Epiphanio GallegoM10

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