tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56813812320499732762024-03-04T23:06:42.044-08:00Remembering Anaheim's HistoryJ'aime Rubio, Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00087085042404097820noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681381232049973276.post-56361766495148822722021-11-10T12:42:00.002-08:002021-11-10T12:42:40.768-08:00Victory in the Face of Cancel Culture - Anaheim High School Prevails<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlhD90IEfNIu8WyXAy1jUZkouSdKbSF_LQFlrCAAd206y4YJEvN56ALaBImjqyHOkqUhkh0zNhiijJiZHZWU-6d5oDvfwz6AeDjGJ1eEHmSedNm1swm7kjxB__52y17eRob_BRSwAQEFk/s600/youtube+stat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="507" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlhD90IEfNIu8WyXAy1jUZkouSdKbSF_LQFlrCAAd206y4YJEvN56ALaBImjqyHOkqUhkh0zNhiijJiZHZWU-6d5oDvfwz6AeDjGJ1eEHmSedNm1swm7kjxB__52y17eRob_BRSwAQEFk/w541-h640/youtube+stat.jpg" width="541" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p>Today I sit at my desk with tears in my eyes and joy filling my heart. Today marks a point in Anaheim High School history that proves that there are still those who love Anaheim, its history and who have retained true school spirit for their high school. </p><p>First and foremost, for those students who chose to vote to keep the Anaheim Colonist name, as well as the mascot, I want to take this moment to sincerely say "THANK YOU!!" </p><p>Thank you for listening to reason, for weighing out the facts and for making your choice to preserve the school's history. When the school decided a century ago to use the Colonists (originally "Mother Colonists") as their mascot, they did so with pride of their heritage. </p><p>The pioneers who came to this area and built a proverbial paradise out of a dry desert. The hard work that they broke their backs achieving, the values they held high and the strength and determination they had to make something from virtually nothing was honored by the school the very day they chose the their mascot, so that they would never forget where they came from.</p><p>Thank you students of Anaheim High School, who have honored a century's old decision, and in essence you too are honoring our founders now as well. The term Colonist is not a bad thing. It never has been. And with the passing of time, and each class that comes and goes, no matter what cultural background you may be, if your family or ancestors came from another place to make a better life for themselves, they too are Colonists. Be proud of that. Hold your head up high. Because there is nothing to be ashamed of by that.</p><p>A group of people had chose to demonize the very meaning of the word, when if really researched thoroughly you can find that the word derived from the Latin "colere" simply means: "to inhabit, tend or guard." It also means "a group of people of one nationality or ethnic group living in a foreign city or country." There was never any mention of oppression, racism, genocide or theft in any of those definitions. Someone just decided to make up their own interpretation of the word to suit an agenda.</p><p>I am happy to see that their movement didn't work. But we cannot give up, because they will try again down the road. They always do. What we can do now is educate others on the truth about Anaheim history and the Colonists. To shine a light on the facts, because the more informed a person is of the facts the less likely they will jump to conclusions based on conjecture and opinions.</p><p>If you would like to know more about the true history behind the Colonists name, please read my blog here: <a href="https://anaheimhistory.blogspot.com/2020/07/the-origins-of-anaheim-high-schools.html">https://anaheimhistory.blogspot.com/2020/07/the-origins-of-anaheim-high-schools.html</a></p><p>I hope that this small victory today shows that not everyone believes in this "cancel culture" society. Honestly, I think people are getting tired of it because if you allow others to find fault in one person, place or thing, before you know it, you will find fault in everything. Then where will that leave us?</p><p>I couldn't be more proud of the students today, and their choice to preserve Anaheim High School's namesake. Thank you again, you made history today as you were saving it! </p><p>J'aime Rubio (Copyright 11/10/2021) </p><p>Youtube Screen Shot Photo Credit : Marivel Bermudez</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>J'aime Rubio, Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00087085042404097820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681381232049973276.post-82758999796390507402021-02-09T23:34:00.006-08:002021-02-09T23:36:04.368-08:00 Remembering The Mystery of Anaheim’s First Fallen Lawman<p><br /></p><div class="bi6gxh9e" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 8px; transition-property: none;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyU9UfEXjjwiT2WrS8bY4lQxPMzHbewH5HDX6mOdzyHB6mwCWu-f-udSBZDDWjLljD-qy9fAj4FvvPr1vQv27v1WDj-pYf4GgX5gHha1Ht_WnqAqcMkpsYh7J2daxH6NhdTWdjkCpNJM0/s1024/Anaheim+Brewery.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="656" data-original-width="1024" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyU9UfEXjjwiT2WrS8bY4lQxPMzHbewH5HDX6mOdzyHB6mwCWu-f-udSBZDDWjLljD-qy9fAj4FvvPr1vQv27v1WDj-pYf4GgX5gHha1Ht_WnqAqcMkpsYh7J2daxH6NhdTWdjkCpNJM0/w425-h272/Anaheim+Brewery.jpg" width="425" /></a></div><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql rrkovp55 jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id" color="var(--primary-text)" style="animation-name: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none; word-break: break-word;"><div class="bi6gxh9e" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 8px; transition-property: none;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql rrkovp55 jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id" color="var(--primary-text)" style="animation-name: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none; word-break: break-word;"><br /></span></div>By: J’aime Rubio</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 8px; transition-property: none;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql rrkovp55 jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id" color="var(--primary-text)" style="animation-name: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none; word-break: break-word;">A somber event in early Anaheim history is the long forgotten story of death of Marshall Charles Lehman. Born in Danzig, Prussia in 1827, by his early 40’s he found his way to the Anaheim area. The census records for 1870 show Charles living with his young wife, Caroline, 18, and their one-year-old daughter, Emily. At the time that the census was taken, Charles listed his trade as a carpenter.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 8px; transition-property: none;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql rrkovp55 jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id" color="var(--primary-text)" style="animation-name: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none; word-break: break-word;">By 1871, Charles decided to run for the town Marshall, and his election campaign pit him against another fellow lawman, David Davies. While fighting over the seat as town Marshall, the two began a feud so bad that the newspapers covered it, and Davies had threatened to kill Lehman if he won. By May 6, 1872, the election was over, and Charles Lehman was the last man standing, having been duly elected to serve the public as an officer of the law. Only two months into his term, Marshall Lehman would meet a tragic end that to this day has never truly been solved.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 8px; transition-property: none;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql rrkovp55 jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id" color="var(--primary-text)" style="animation-name: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none; word-break: break-word;">On July 21, 1872, at around 6 p.m., Marshall Lehman was called to Samuel Goldstein’s saloon, the Anaheim Brewery to stop an altercation that was taking place out back. According to the newspapers of the time, David Davies and another man, only known as Horton, had been playing cards in the brewery when a fight ensued over who won. During the fight, Horton managed to reach over and steal Davies’ pistol and then began shooting at him. That was when the fight was taken outside to the vacant lot between the brewery and Macy’s harness shop. It was around that time that Marshall Lehman arrived to intercede in the melee, but was fatally wounded when the pistol discharged, piercing Lehman’s abdomen, through his liver and lodging near his spinal column. He was rushed to Dr. Higgins’ drug store and later was moved to Mrs. Brown’s residence nearby where he remained until his death two days later.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 8px; transition-property: none;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql rrkovp55 jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id" color="var(--primary-text)" style="animation-name: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none; word-break: break-word;">Prior to his passing, Lehman was adamant that it was Davies who had shot him, not Horton, despite the fact that the authorities had originally believed Horton had fired the fatal shot. After the Marshall had been wounded, Horton had made a run for it, hiding out in the Lorenz vineyard where he was eventually caught. Both Davies and Horton were taken to jail, and held on $5,000 bonds. Davies being charged with “murder”, while Horton was charged with “assault with intent to commit murder.”</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 8px; transition-property: none;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql rrkovp55 jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id" color="var(--primary-text)" style="animation-name: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none; word-break: break-word;">After a jury in Los Angeles acquitted Davies on all charges, he returned to Anaheim and took over as the town Marshall. Horton, was never charged for the murder of Charles Lehman leaving the entire case officially unsolved. Another strange thing to note about this story is the rumor that spread over time that Marshall Lehman had, on his death bed, gave his infant daughter away to the unmarried daughter of his friend, Vicenta Carillo claiming that his wife was too young to care for their child.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 8px; transition-property: none;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql rrkovp55 jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id" color="var(--primary-text)" style="animation-name: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none; word-break: break-word;">According to the census records, the Lehman’s had one daughter, Emily who was born around 1869. But according to stories passed down for years, it was an infant daughter, Mary who was given to Vincenta Carillo’s daughter. Edelfrida Carillo, the unmarried daughter mentioned, was only 18 years old when Marshall Lehman died, while his wife Caroline was 20 years old. The only connection I could find between the two families is that they were literally next door neighbors, so I assume the families were close.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 8px; transition-property: none;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql rrkovp55 jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id" color="var(--primary-text)" style="animation-name: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none; word-break: break-word;">Still, the question remains, why would Marshall Lehman give away his young child to the next door neighbor’s unmarried daughter, who was still just a child herself? Also, was Emily and Mary the same child or were they two completely different children? If so, what happened to Emily? And could that have contributed to Marshall Lehman’s choice to give Mary away to his neighbors? So many questions, so little answers to find.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 8px; transition-property: none;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj06DVgxjg_DsvzpMorzeE68kC4C0GwZRsP9Aq9lsB7vC2qJ5hJJyekKDa_npOI7Dape1reQCBVNOa0Oc_DiVuazVNecM3axOjhkm3gO97wXmqT37bdhM-ITIbY8632XVRBshMVba2n_Gg/s800/Lehman+grave.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj06DVgxjg_DsvzpMorzeE68kC4C0GwZRsP9Aq9lsB7vC2qJ5hJJyekKDa_npOI7Dape1reQCBVNOa0Oc_DiVuazVNecM3axOjhkm3gO97wXmqT37bdhM-ITIbY8632XVRBshMVba2n_Gg/w395-h240/Lehman+grave.jpg" width="395" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql rrkovp55 jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id" color="var(--primary-text)" style="animation-name: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none; word-break: break-word;">Marshall Charles Lehman’s grave can be found in the Pioneer Section of the historic Anaheim Cemetery, towards the back near the original entrance. Originally just a wooden marker was all that was left to remember him by, but over time the elements had even destroyed that, leaving Lehman’s final resting place an unmarked spot in the cemetery for over 100 years. Thankfully, in 1996, he was given the honor that should have been afforded to him over 124 years prior, a proper marker for his grave. Now you can visit Marshall Lehman, and pay him his respects, the first law officer in Anaheim to die in the line of duty.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 8px; transition-property: none;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql rrkovp55 jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id" color="var(--primary-text)" style="animation-name: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none; word-break: break-word;">(Copyright, J'aime Rubio, 2018, Originally published in Annual Newsletter for the "Anaheim Historical Society, Circa 2018)</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 8px; transition-property: none;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql rrkovp55 jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id" color="var(--primary-text)" style="animation-name: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none; word-break: break-word;"></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 8px; transition-property: none;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql rrkovp55 jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id" color="var(--primary-text)" style="animation-name: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none; word-break: break-word;">Sources:</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 8px; transition-property: none;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql rrkovp55 jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id" color="var(--primary-text)" style="animation-name: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none; word-break: break-word;">United States Census, 1870</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 8px; transition-property: none;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql rrkovp55 jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id" color="var(--primary-text)" style="animation-name: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none; word-break: break-word;">Marysville Daily Appeal (July 18, 1872; July 25, 1872)</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 8px; transition-property: none;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql rrkovp55 jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id" color="var(--primary-text)" style="animation-name: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none; word-break: break-word;">Sac Daily Union (July 23, 1872)</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 8px; transition-property: none;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql rrkovp55 jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id" color="var(--primary-text)" style="animation-name: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none; word-break: break-word;">Daily Alta California (July 23, 1872)</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 8px; transition-property: none;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql rrkovp55 jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id" color="var(--primary-text)" style="animation-name: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none; word-break: break-word;">Southern Californian (July 27, 1872)</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 8px; transition-property: none;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql rrkovp55 jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id" color="var(--primary-text)" style="animation-name: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none; word-break: break-word;">Orange County Register (July 23, 1996)</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 8px; transition-property: none;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql rrkovp55 jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id" color="var(--primary-text)" style="animation-name: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none; word-break: break-word;">Photo Credit: Findagrave & APL Archives <br /><br /></span></div>J'aime Rubio, Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00087085042404097820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681381232049973276.post-722852935388247902020-07-02T09:01:00.002-07:002021-11-10T18:27:15.797-08:00The Origins of Anaheim High School's "Colonist" Name - Fact Vs. 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Today marks a huge point in my career as a historian and investigative journalist. In fact, it feels like I have come full circle in many different ways. You see, I was born and raised in Anaheim. This is my hometown. My love of history began here. My love of research began here in our Anaheim Library. My love of solving mysteries or getting to the root or origins of a story began here. You could say, all that I am as a historian came to be, because of this wonderful town.</div>
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So today, I post what will probably be one of the most important blog posts I have posted on here to date. Why? Because I am going to make my best effort to explain to the world the history of Anaheim High School's "Colonists" origin and settle the debate over the "Colonist" name once and for all.</div>
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One might wonder, "How can that be subject be that important?" </div>
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You see, a very small group of former students from Anaheim High started a petition a little over a week ago on Change.org's website accusing the Colonist name to be racist, oppressive, to represent genocide, rape and theft. They claim that the mascot represents the Colonists from the New World, whom they feel are guilty for wrongs done to the native peoples over 400 years ago.<br />
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Their petition was so emotionally driven with hate, in fact, the artwork they posted was not only debase and degrading, but downright slanderous, accusing our early settlers of Anaheim of such heinous acts such as rape, murder, racism and looting.</div>
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When I first read their petition, I was immediately upset that anyone could come to that conclusion when there is absolutely no basis in fact to back up such a claim. I cannot deny it, I was angered by the disrespect they were showing not only to the school itself, but to our forefathers who founded Anaheim. </div>
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These petitioners not only went forward with promoting such nonsense and hate filled rhetoric, they started to get a following of other students who signed their petition, simply believing their theory at face value without checking the facts for themselves.<br />
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I started a counter-petition and within only 2 days, I managed to not only match but surpass the number of signatures that took their petition 8 days to reach. To date, my petition is still leading strongly by at least 1,000 or more signatures.</div>
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Still, that is not enough, so, I am here today to give you the facts. To share with you the reasons that the Colonist name was chosen, and to give you a run down on the history of the mascot over the years so you can come to your own conclusions and form an educated opinion yourself.</div>
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<u><b>The Beginnings of Anaheim</b></u></div>
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In Anaheim, the term "Colonist" has always represented the early settlers who founded the "Mother Colony" of Anaheim. The Los Angeles Vineyard Society which was established specifically for this purpose, sent George Hansen to the area to purchase a small amount of land (1,160 acres) from Juan Pacifico Ontiveros in 1857. Ontiveros owned the Spanish Land Grant "Rancho San Juan Cajón de Santa Ana" which consisted of 35,971 acres in its entirety. The Ontiveros family had been deeded that land from Mexico, by Governor Juan Alvarado in 1837. </div>
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From its very beginnings, Anaheim consisted of German, European and Hispanic settlers, many intermarrying within the community. A good example was Petra Ontiveros, daughter of Juan Pacifico Ontiveros, who married Augustus Langenberger. Langenberger came to the United States from Germany in 1849. In 1850, Augustus married Petra. He also became the very first merchant in Anaheim's history. </div>
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Another example is the Rimpau family. Theodore Rimpau also came from Germany, arriving to California in 1848. He traveled from San Francisco to Los Angeles, where he eventually became very good friends with the Alcade of Los Angeles, Don Francisco Avila, who was also one of the richest ranchers in Los Angeles. A native of Sinaloa, Mexico, Don Francisco owned the "Rancho Las Cienegas" and the the Avila Adobe on Olvera Street (which is the oldest standing house in Los Angeles). </div>
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After asking Don Francisco for permission to marry his daughter, Theodore Rimpau and Francisca Avila were married December 23, 1850 at the Church known as "La Iglesia de Nuestra Señora la Reina de los Ángeles." After the marriage, Don Francisco put Theodore in charge of many responsibilities in the family, including supervising the family estate while living in Los Angeles. By the mid 1860's, the Rimpau's moved from Los Angeles to Anaheim settling there and establishing roots that would last generations.<br />
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<b><u>Anaheim's First Schools</u></b></div>
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To be technical, the first official "Anaheim High School" was established originally in 1898, when the very first students attended high school classes in an upstairs room on the second floor of the Central School; However, I must add that there were students living in town who attended school in Anaheim even before then.<br />
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Back in 1860, the first school opened in an adobe structure that was located on a lot owned by Augustus Langenberger, one of Anaheim's earliest Colonists. The first group of students were as follows: Ernesto Guillermo Frederico "Fred" Langenberger and his two sisters, Carola and Regina; Tomas and Felipe Yorba; Elmina and Louise Lorenz; and Pifanio and Antonio Burreuel. Anaheim's first school teacher was Fred William Kuelp.<br />
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The first person to earn a high school diploma in Anaheim history in 1880, was none other than Matilda Rimpau, daughter of Theodore Rimpau and Francesca Avila. By 1901, the funds had been appropriated to construct and finish an actual school dedicated solely to the older grades, making it the very first Anaheim High School building in town. The first location was located at 608 W. Center Street (later Lincoln Avenue). The building was later sold to the elementary school district in 1911, and even later one in 1937 it was demolished and became the site of Fremont Junior High. The newer site, where AHS currently is located at 811 W. Lincoln Avenue was built in 1912. </div>
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Going back to the subject at hand, as you can see, from Anaheim's very beginnings it was a mixture of European and Hispanic culture and many of the descendants of the original settlers were of mixed heritage being both of Hispanic and European (mainly German) descent.</div>
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<u><b>Why the Colonists?</b></u></div>
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It has been well known by long time residents of Anaheim that the reason for naming the mascot at Anaheim High School was after the Colonists who moved to the area in 1857, who set up the "Mother Colony."<br />
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At no point whatsoever was the term Colonist meant to represent the New World Colonists or Pilgrims who came to America in the 1600's.<br />
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The Latin word c<i>olere</i>, from which the word Colonist is derived, simply means : <i>"to inhabit, tend or guard."</i> In English, the definition of a Colonist is <i>"a settler or inhabitant of a colony." </i>It can also mean, "<em style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Change Calibre", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, Tahoma, sans-serif;">a group of people of one nationality or ethnic group living in a foreign city or country." </em>There is no mention of oppression, racism, genocide or theft anywhere in those definitions. </div>
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What people might not know is that originally the mascot for the school was actually called the <b><u>"Mother Colonists,"</u></b> as you can plainly see by my attached photos below of various news clippings from the early 1920's. From the beginning of using the term Mother Colonists, leading up to the mid 1920's, it stayed the same. </div>
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<span style="font-size: 20px;">According to <i>"One to Twenty-Eight: A History of Anaheim Union High School District,"</i> written by Louise Booth (1980) it states, <i><b>"The school officially adopted the Colonist symbol and flag (designed by Clayes*) in 1928, in keeping with the Mother Colony heritage."</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">* long time Principal, Joseph A. Clayes</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 20px;">It appears that it was in 1928, when the acting Principal Joseph A. Clayes brought the attention to the school as to why the Mother Colonists were so important to our history when he says:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 20px;"><i><b>"The spirit of the true Colonist still lived, when in 1857, a group of 50 men set out from San Francisco Bay and crossed the mountains to the Santa Ana River, bringing the nucleus of the Mother Colony. This later developed into the city we love, whose romantic name was developed from the linking of the beloved word "Home" and "Ana", the patron saint of the river. How appropriate, then, that we, the descendants of these sturdy men, should adopt a title that means so much to every true American heart and resident of our Mother Colony- The Colonist."</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 20px;">This is the same year they introduced the logo on the inside of the yearbook. By the mid to late 1920's the school dropped the "Mother Colonist" name and shortened it to just "The Colonists."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 20px;">By 1929, the Colonist also appears on the cover. </span><span style="font-size: 20px;">According to Melvin Aguilar, aka. "Mr. Colonist", (Student Body President, Class of 1975) who has been collecting Anaheim High School yearbooks for decades, the 1929 yearbook's foreword explains the reasoning behind the name "Colonist." </span><u><span style="font-size: x-small;">(The attached photos below were given to me to use by permission from Melvin Aguilar.)</span></u><br />
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<i><b>"We have chosen "The Colonists" as our school name. We would now consider the significance of this name and find what is our right to bear it.</b></i></div>
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<i><b><br />It is true that Anaheim was founded by colonists who braved the dangers and hardships of the desert, men who in spite of untoward circumstances overcame all obstacles and established homes and constructed our town. These men are our forebearers, and we stand in reverence as we contemplate their struggles and their victories.</b></i></div>
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<i><b>Their work is done. It now remains for us to carry on. Are we willing to endure hardships, to suffer deprivations, for the good of others? Have we in us the qualities that make for noble, honest, sturdy character? Have we that persistency that surmounts all obstacles? </b></i></div>
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<i><b>As colonists, we have chosen as the motif for the art work of our year book the desert and its symbolism. Our forefathers knew both the beauty and the dangers of the desert, and we can but wonder how much their contact with and conquering of the desert had to do with the sturdy character they revealed.</b></i></div>
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<i><b>We follow in their wake, enjoying the fruits of their labors, but we, too, would have that sturdiness of purpose, that dependability of character for which they were recognized. As they overcame the desert and made it blossom as the rose, thus would we overcome the difficulties that lie in our way, and so shape our lives that we may be of the greatest service to mankind."--- Miss Bella J. Walker, Yearbook Advisor. </b></i></div>
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So as you can clearly see, the school's reference to "Colonists" at Anaheim High School was not about the early Colonists to the New World. It was named after the early settlers who came here in 1857 to start Anaheim, their "Mother Colony." These settlers came to a barren area and built it up, first by cultivating the land and growing vast vineyards. Then when the blight of 1884-1888 took out over 400,000 grapevines, they had to think fast and chose to plant citrus trees which later became what Anaheim was best known for, orange groves.<br />
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Besides the orange groves, Anaheim's early settlers had success with chili peppers, sugar beets, walnuts, cabbages, potatoes and strawberries. Had it not been for Timothy Carroll, Anaheim's first nurseryman, most of all our trees would not be here today, including the famous Moreton Bay Fig tree that stands tall at Founder's Park on West Street, literally backing up to the property of Anaheim High School. Timothy Carroll brought that tree over from Australia in 1876, and it was planted by the Horstmann family. Both the tree and the Mother Colony house, the oldest house in Anaheim, sit on the same land just behind the high school.<br />
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The Anaheim Gazette, dated August 5, 1926 states:<br />
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<i><b>"Previous to laying out the colony, in 1858, there were no trees about Anaheim except a series of scrub oak.....some of the old-timers planted sycamore trees and later on eucalyptus trees."</b></i><br />
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So, Ms. Walker's explanation of the Colonists conquering the desert makes absolute sense; They made the land beautiful with vegetation!<br />
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There has been at times through the years "logos" or artist interpretations of the Colonists that have been portrayed on emblems for the school on banners, yearbooks and such, some of which portray what look like a pilgrim,<b><u> but this was not the origin of the namesake for the high school</u></b>. </div>
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So one might ask why have the man on the cover of the yearbook (logo) look like a "Pilgrim" instead of a German vinyardist?</div>
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At the time of designing the mascot for the school the United States had just finished the first World War with Germany. It is the writer's belief that the school board didn't want to offend anyone, given the time period and the possibility of residual anti-German sentiment that was still prevalent in the country, so they opted for what would have been a "safer choice" for a design. If the artist's depiction had looked like a German man in lederhosen, it might have sparked serious controversy at the time. We also have to take into account that it wasn't until the late 1920's that they even considered bringing back teaching the German language, so there was an anti-German sentiment going on there, no doubt. </div>
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The school wanted to honor the German Colonists of the 1850's, not the Germans of that time period, thus again, that is why I believe they used a safer choice at the time, a 17th century looking man in a hat with a musket. </div>
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In conclusion, I hope that all of this information I have carefully presented to you proves that the term Colonist in Anaheim history had nothing to do with white supremacy, racism, genocide or any other reason. History proves that these settlers who came and established Anaheim did not take part in any sort of genocide against the native peoples of this area, or any other groups of people for that matter. </div>
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They also didn't "discover" the land they built on due to the fact that they purchased the land from Juan Pacifico Ontiveras in the first place. There was no conquering, no pillaging or plundering. Our "Colonists" were honored as namesakes at Anaheim High School because they set up their colony on land they purchased and built into the city that stands today.<br />
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It would be a complete disgrace to remove that name and dishonor the blood, sweat and tears they put into moving halfway across the world, coming to a new country to start a new life, and working hard together as a community to establish a new town out of literally nothing.</div>
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I think that the younger generation who believes in the hateful rhetoric spread by these petitioners, especially those who come from immigrant backgrounds, should be ashamed of themselves for disregarding this part of Anaheim's history just because they want to change a name to appease their cries for "social justice," a subject that really has nothing to do with this school or its mascot. </div>
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To all the those who are complaining about the school's nickname, I ask you this:<br />
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Do you have any family members who traveled from another part of the world to come here for a better life?<br />
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Did your ancestors, grandparents, parents move to California to better themselves, start businesses and have better lives?<br />
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If so, then how can you demonize the representation of these people, immigrants themselves who lived here long before you ever existed?<br />
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These were people who worked harder than you or I will ever comprehend in our lifetimes. How can you sit here and complain about the school's mascot that allegedly offends you, when has absolutely nothing to do with you or your heritage? </div>
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I do not believe that we should remove our history based on the assumptions and misinformation of the younger generation today, who think it is okay to remove something if it offends them, even if they are completely ignorant of the real history to begin with. </div>
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The Colonist name does not represent anything negative in Anaheim history whatsoever, and I hope that the Anaheim Union High School District will dismiss the nonsense of Ms. Luevano and Daniel Allatorre De-Liva's claims.</div>
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Respectfully,</div>
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J'aime Rubio<br />
Author, Historian and the founder of "The History of Anaheim" Facebook History Group, (and the granddaughter of a former President of the Anaheim Historical Society.)<br />
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(Copyright 7/1/2020, J'aime Rubio, <a href="http://www.jaimerubiowriter.com/">www.jaimerubiowriter.com</a>)</div>
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THANK YOU to Melvin Aguilar (Mr. Colonist) for allowing me to use the photos from your copy of the AHS Yearbook, 1929.<br />
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And thank you to everyone, including my "colleagues" who have helped compile info from the archives, and those who have added their knowledge and comments towards my counter petition on Change.org to save Anaheim's namesake. (link below)<br />
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<a href="https://www.change.org/p/anaheim-union-high-school-district-save-anaheim-high-school-colonists/exp/cl_/cl_sharecopy_23117479_en-US/2/833022529?utm_content=cl_sharecopy_23117479_en-US%3A2&recruiter=833022529&utm_source=share_petition&utm_medium=copylink&utm_campaign=share_petition">https://www.change.org/p/anaheim-union-high-school-district-save-anaheim-high-school-colonists/exp/cl_/cl_sharecopy_23117479_en-US/2/833022529?utm_content=cl_sharecopy_23117479_en-US%3A2&recruiter=833022529&utm_source=share_petition&utm_medium=copylink&utm_campaign=share_petition</a><br />
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Some of my sources:<br />
Santa Ana Register<br />
3/1920; 3/6/1920; 11/8/1920; 2/19/1925; 10/18/1928<br />
Los Angeles Times<br />
5/9/1926<br />
Anaheim Gazette<br />
8/5/1926<br />
Anaheim High School Yearbook, 1928 &1929<br />
Forewards by: Ms. Bella J. Walker, and Joseph Clayes<br />
"One to Twenty-Eight: A History of Anaheim Union High School District."-Louise Booth (1980)<br />
"Early Anaheim"- Stephen J. Faessel<br />
"A Hundred Years of Yesterdays"-- Orange County Historical Commission<br />
"History of Anaheim" booklet - Anaheim Historical Society<br />
"History of Orange County, California with Biographical Sketches"- Samuel Armor.<br />
Photo of Matilda Rimpau from Anaheim Public Library Archives<br />
other historical content can be found here: <a href="https://anaheimhistory.blogspot.com/">https://anaheimhistory.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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J'aime Rubio, Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00087085042404097820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681381232049973276.post-35672262923995867072018-05-28T09:22:00.000-07:002018-11-01T07:26:52.014-07:00A Missing Son, A Lost Soldier<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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According to the May 28, 1914 edition of the Los Angeles Herald, a missing young man from Anaheim was finally found under sad circumstances. To explain it all, I must start from the beginning.<br />
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John Klassen was born to parents P.M. Klassen and Elizabeth Buller Klassen, both residents of Anaheim, but originally native of Germany. From a young age Johnny had dreams and ambitions to join the military, so when he finally became a young man that was all he thought of.<br />
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The newspaper doesn't give specifics on why he couldn't enlist prior but only that he was previously "prevented from enlisting because of his youth". Could it have been his parents who didn't want him to go? For the newspaper stated he was 19 when he left.<br />
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No matter what the case, Johnny ran away to fulfill his dream and enlist in the Army, but when he got there he enlisted under a false name, John King. Not knowing where he went and why, his parents were distraught over the disappearance of their son and searched endlessly, looking for him.<br />
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Meanwhile, in San Francisco, Johnny was waiting to be sent to the front lines. At one point he wrote his mother a letter telling her that he was in the Army and that he was okay, but he failed to mention that he was listed under a different name. So when his mother wrote him back, she was notified that there was no one enlisted under her son's name. Shocked and devastated, she started to look for him once more.<br />
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Eventually Mrs. Klassen was able to track down her son's whereabouts, but sadly it was too late. Johnny had died in the Army hospital in San Francisco. Apparently, he fell ill while he was waiting to be sent out to the war, never being able to fulfill his lifelong dream of being in the Army.<br />
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He was buried at the San Francisco National Cemetery at the Presidio.<br />
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(Copyright, 2018 - J'aime Rubio, <a href="http://www.jaimerubiowriter.com/">www.jaimerubiowriter.com</a> )J'aime Rubio, Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00087085042404097820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681381232049973276.post-13742251205703202012018-05-21T13:57:00.000-07:002018-05-23T09:26:59.624-07:00Memories of Stan Betz <div id="m_-836614185006580993yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1526393410324_4187" style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">
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<span id="m_-836614185006580993yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1526393410324_4407" style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Moving to <u></u>Anaheim<u></u> in 1956 from <u></u>Santa Ana,<u></u> like all 9 year old boys, I was fascinated with my new surroundings. A new school, Horace Mann, new friends, and of course new adventures that would unfold.</span><br />
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<span id="m_-836614185006580993yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1526393410324_4437" style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Places I would buy AMT car models were Sav-On Drugs, and then there was Tiny’s Hobby Shop located in the Pickwick Hotel on <u></u>Los Angeles Street just north of the City Library in <u></u>Anaheim<u></u>. Tiny was just the opposite of his name being a rather rotund gentleman who sat in a chair and didn’t move much. </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">What was really neat is that Tiny had model entries for awards that any kid, or I guess any adult, could participate in. On a regular basis I would enter one of my efforts and occasionally win something. A couple of those models are still with me in boxes all these years later.</span></div>
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J'aime Rubio, Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00087085042404097820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681381232049973276.post-46276342558899601192018-05-21T13:51:00.000-07:002018-05-21T14:07:32.631-07:00Memories of Anaheim<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hey everyone! I am going to be doing something new on this blog. I will still continue to post my historical research and stories involving early Anaheim history, but I am also going to be dedicating one section of this blog entirely to memories shared by various people who grew up here, attended high school (be it Anaheim High or Loara High) and/or all those fun times that were had at places such as the Bean Hut, Harmony Park and other locations during the 1950's and 1960's.<br />
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Whether it's a childhood memory, or teenage memories from school or summer months. I am happy to announce that I will be sharing those stories with you by way of contributor's posts.<br />
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If you would like to share a short story/memory of your days in Anaheim, please contact me via my website <a href="http://www.jaimerubiowriter.com./">www.jaimerubiowriter.com.</a> I look forward to sharing Anaheim memories with all of you, so that we can preserve these stories for the future generations to look back on and appreciate.<br />
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Thanks, J'aime RubioJ'aime Rubio, Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00087085042404097820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681381232049973276.post-44665599567902147572017-10-16T16:53:00.001-07:002018-11-01T07:44:48.089-07:00The Mysterious Death of Paul Whitice Tomorrow is the 102nd anniversary of the death of young bride, Enid Rimpau. Her death left a tragic stain on the historic colony district in Anaheim that is remembered each year at this time. Because of the odd circumstances and strange similarities that both Enid's death and that of another gentleman, Paul Whitice, who died 12 years later, I chose to write this blog tonight.<br />
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In Enid's case, she died from poisoning on October 17, 1915, after only three months of marriage to Theodore Robert Rimpau, the grandson of Anaheim Pioneer Theodore Rimpau. Robert, as he chose to be called, was smitten by the young Enid, and courted her until she accepted his proposal of marriage. Enid had just divorced her first husband, Charles Stone, because of his "intemperate habits," and had been working two jobs to support herself on her own. She had moved to Anaheim to start over, and it seemed that everything was working out until that Sunday afternoon, just after church, when her husband claimed he found her dying of poison in her bedroom.<br />
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Family members came to the house, as well as Dr. Truxaw who came immediately when he was called. Unfortunately, the doctor saw that Enid was beyond help, and so Enid died there at her home on 503 Zeyn Street in Anaheim. The story in the papers stated a note was found, and that because of this there was no inquest into her death (even though there was no mention of anyone having checked to see if the note was even in her own handwriting). And so it was accepted that Enid had committed suicide. Still, there have been those who believe that she did not kill herself, and that she might have been poisoned on purpose. I went over her story inch by inch in my latest book, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Stories-Forgotten-Infamous-Famous-Unremembered/dp/1523981172">"Stories of the Forgotten: Infamous, Famous & Unremembered,"</a><br />
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For one, both Enid and Paul were both previously married prior to marrying into the Rimpau family. The Rimpau's were devout Catholics. In fact, many church services had been performed in patriarch Theodore Rimpau's home, back in Anaheim's early days, before St. Boniface had been constructed. Still the idea that one of the Rimpau's poisoned both Enid and Paul is reaching. I won't say that it isn't possible, but the question remains "why?"--<br />
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Well, one could argue that because both Enid and Paul were both married before, that perhaps their marriage into the Rimpau family tarnished the prestigious Anaheim family's good name. Again, that is just speculation. But it is a known fact that divorce was frowned upon, especially during that time in our past. But, Paul didn't die months after his marriage, like Enid did. He died nearly 11 years later. So that theory that both were poisoned because of their prior marriages does not fit.<br />
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Let's look into Paul's life a little further before I get to the details surrounding his death.<br />
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Paul was born on July 10, 1887 in Ridgedale, Chattanooga, Tennessee to parents Sarah and R.D. Whitice. By 1910, the family was listed in the U.S. Census as living at 1570 W. 17th Street, in Los Angeles. At that time, Paul was 22 years old, and working as a foreman at a building company, more than likely the same place his father was working, as a contractor. On March 20, 1911, Paul married Alice Marxmuller in Orange County, California. She was 22 years old, and a native of Kentucky, while Paul erroneously listed his age as 28 (he was only 24). At some point he divorced Alice, although I could not locate the date of their dissolution decree.<br />
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By August 10, 1916, Paul was wed once again, this time to Rosabelle Rimpau. The wedding was quite an affair and the newspapers mention they spent their honeymoon in San Diego. In 1916, Paul built had their first home built on Westchester Place, in Los Angeles but within a year the bank foreclosed on it.<br />
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Paul is mentioned in vital records again, in 1917-1918 for the U.S. Draft Registry records, where he listed his address in Prescott, Arizona, only to cross that address out and add his mother-in-law's address at 1540 N. St. Andrews Place in Los Angeles. Paul was still listed as living with Rosabelle's mother even up until the 1920 Census. John Wray shared with me that he discovered Paul had some legal troubles even after Paul's home had been foreclosed on at Westchester Place in 1917. In fact, according John's research, Paul had filed for bankruptcy in 1918, after creditors were still hounding him for his debts. During the 1920's he moved his family (which now consisted of one daughter and later a son), around a lot. Paul had moved at least 3 or 4 times between 1921-1927.<br />
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When researching Paul's career, I found that he continued his involvement in architecture and real estate construction. I found several homes in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles and Los Feliz that bear his name as either architect, builder or both.<br />
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On July 4, 1927, Paul would be found dead in his home at 6517 Country Club Drive in Los Angeles. The newspaper reported that he had played too much Sunday golf and that it was a strain on his weak heart that did him in. Paul was only 40 years old, and according to the paper his wife claimed he had been a sufferer of health problems for a while.<br />
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The newspapers did not fail to mention the fact that there was a poison bottle found in the bathroom, which started rumors that he might have committed suicide. There is no mention of an inquest or an autopsy, just that the <i>"Police and coroner therefore decided that he died from organic trouble." </i><br />
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There is no further mention as to whether or not anyone contacted Paul's past physicians to verify whether or not he truly suffered from heart related ailments, so all we can go by is the official records filed with the county, that he died from natural causes. But was that really the case?<br />
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<b>So what do you think?</b><br />
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<b>Is it possible that Paul was depressed and chose to end his life by way of poisoning himself? </b><br />
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<b>Poison usually is the preferred choice of women, not men. And what would be the reason for him to take his own life? Was he having legal or financial troubles again? Was his marriage on the rocks? </b><br />
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<b>And if he did commit suicide, did Rosabelle or her family pay off the police and coroner so they would rule it a natural death to avoid any scandal? </b><br />
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<b>Is it possible that Paul didn't kill himself but instead was poisoned, and the whole thing was covered up? </b><br />
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<b>Then you must ask yourself, who would have a motive to do this? And why?</b><br />
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<b>Or could the simpler answer, that he died from heart failure, be the right answer all along?</b><br />
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Thank you to John Marshall and John Wray!<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Santa Ana Register, July 5, 1927</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Los Angeles Herald, June 16, 1920</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">1910,1920 Census Records</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Los Angeles Times, August 10, 1916</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">California County Marriages, Orange County & Los Angeles County, 1911 & 1916</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #1d2129;">Paquito Pellegrin was a native of Switzerland. He married Julie Aubert in Kentucky around 1857. Their union produced two sons, Edward and Alfred. According to genealogy forum posts, his great grandchildren did not know what happened to Paquito or his wife. They believed Julia died in Ohio in 1864, but have no record of death for Paquito. He was a watchmaker in Anaheim, but later he allegedly "got lost" in Nogales, Mexico.</span><span style="color: #1d2129;"><br /></span></span><br />
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J'aime Rubio, Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00087085042404097820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681381232049973276.post-20806515914915268492016-01-03T18:12:00.001-08:002016-01-03T18:16:47.265-08:00Memories at Mexi-Casa! Over 50 Years of History<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is a little off from the normal "historical" blogs on Anaheim that I usually write about, but it is one near and dear to my heart. You see, the little Mexican Restaurant known as "Mexi-Casa" located at 1778 W. Lincoln Boulevard was the backdrop to many of my family's memories, going back to its opening in 1965. For over 50 years this restaurant has been serving Anaheim families and making a name for itself without ever having to advertise.<br />
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I had the pleasure of interviewing one of Mexi-Casa's earliest customers, my mother, Sandy. She started frequenting the restaurant back when she was still attending Anaheim High School in 1965. Both she and my aunt Kathy (my father's sister) would eat there regularly when it first opened and they loved it so much they told everyone to eat there, too. Word got around so much that before they knew it, all their friends were eating there and the restaurant became really popular. My aunt talked about it so much at home that it eventually piqued my grandparent's interest, starting a family tradition of eating there together regularly.<br />
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This tradition continued for years. As far back as I can remember my paternal grandparents, my mom, my dad, my aunts and uncles, cousin and my siblings and I ate at Mexi-Casa at least once a week together as a family....sometimes more than once a week separately, too! Other times we would sneak away to eat there and run into my aunt and uncle eating there at the same time. It seemed that we would always run into someone we knew at Mexi-Casa.<br />
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The original location of Mexi-Casa was located at 1750 W. Lincoln (which was the "El Conejo" club for many years; now Cuban Pete's). The 2nd location was where "The Clock" restaurant originally stood (this was demolished during the I-5 expansion in the 80s). The last and hopefully final location, where it stands today, is at 1778 W. Lincoln Boulevard. Once the restaurant for the Kettle Motor Motel, the 70's style lounge decor left within the structure seems to fit perfectly with Mexi-Casa's old vintage flare thus there was no need to remodel.<br />
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From the moment you step foot into this intriguing dive that I love to call a home away from home, you literally step back into the past. The heavy wooden door conceals dark paneled hideaway in the heart of Anaheim just waiting to be discovered. Kitsch light fixtures illuminate the room, while old dusty sombreros and wooden decor hang from the walls. From the red leather booths to the menu prices itself, it seems that you really do transport back to another time, when prices were cheaper and life was more laid back. Even some of the waitresses are the same ones I remember from long ago. (How is that possible?) ;-)<br />
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For that hour or so that you dine, you really feel like you are apart from the world. When all is done, you pay with cash (again, we are in a time warp where plastic cards don't exist!), hand the cashier a couple dimes for a few Andes Mints from the counter and you exit back out that heavy wooden door. Your eyes squint as you venture back out into the real world, and into the daylight. For that short time you escaped, and although it's over, the restaurant seems to beckon you back once in awhile, for that taste of a simpler time.<br />
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Mexi-Casa truly is one of Anaheim's historic treasures. Perhaps not an early Anaheim treasure, but a treasure nonetheless.<br />
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(Copyright 2016- J'aime Rubio www.jaimerubiowriter.com)<br />
<br />J'aime Rubio, Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00087085042404097820noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681381232049973276.post-71605991376131498942015-08-13T00:48:00.001-07:002018-05-27T19:00:24.728-07:00Love and Marriage- The Schmidt & Langenberger Scandal of Anaheim<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Petra Ontiveros Langenberger</td></tr>
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What would you do for love? Many people may say, "anything," if one is truly in love. However, the standards of today were not acceptable a hundred years ago, or even 140 years ago. If one loved someone, and the person they loved was married, back then you kept it to yourself, unless you wanted to cause a scandal and bring reproach to your name, or the name of your family. For Augustus Langenberger, I guess love was all that mattered, and he created one heck of a scandal back in the early 1870s, shortly after the death of his first wife, Petra. <br />
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Augustus Langenberger came to the United States from Germany in 1849, settling in what would later become Anaheim. At the time, the land belonged to Juan Pacifico Ontiveros and it was called "Rancho de Cajon de Santa Ana." In 1850, Augustus married Juan Ontiveros' daughter, Petra. He also became the very first merchant in Anaheim's history. In 1857, Juan Ontiveros sold 1,160 acres of his land to George Hansen, who wanted to set up a German colony for the Los Angeles Vineyard Society. Within that group of new colonists was the Schmidt family, Theodore and Clementine. Several historical books claim that it was Theodore Schmidt who came up with the idea to name the town, Anaheim.</div>
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Theodore Schmidt was a native of Prussia, who came to the United States in 1848. He married his wife, Clementine (or Clementina) in June of 1859 in San Francisco. They were the parents of five children: Theodore Edward Schmidt, Jr., Clementine, Frances Emily, Rose Amanda, and William Frederick.</div>
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It is uncertain when Augustus was struck with his infatuation or "love-sickness" for Clementine, but it was very apparent shortly after the death of his wife, Petra. In July of 1867, Petra gave birth to a son which soon died. "Infant" Langenberger was the very first burial in what is the Anaheim Cemetery on Sycamore Street in Anaheim. Within two months, Petra grew ill and also passed away on September 7, 1867. She was the second burial in the cemetery. Her husband August gave her a meager wooden cross to mark his symbol of love, or possibly lack thereof, for his wife. </div>
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Augustus Langenberger had money, his original residence was located on San Pedro Street, which later became 124 West Center Street between Los Angeles and Lemon Streets. It was a 12-room adobe structure which acted as a residence, a bank, a general mercantile store and the Wells Fargo Express office for Anaheim. It also acted as the primary trading post in between Mission San Juan Capistrano and Mission San Gabriel. That structure stood until 1919, when it was demolished.</div>
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With all that Augustus had, it was not enough, he wanted Clementine for himself. At one point he decided to name some of his land after his love-- not his deceased wife, but another man's wife, Clementine Schmidt. Whether there were any physical improprieties committed between the two, or perhaps Clementine was flattered by the attention, it still caused quite the scandal at the time. It became so bad in fact that her husband Theodore Schmidt tried to win back his wife's affections by buying her land, giving her extravagant gifts and money, to no avail. Clementine had enough of her marriage to Theodore Schmidt and wanted a divorce. Schmidt had enough, and moved to New York, leaving Clementine to do as she pleased. By 1873, Clementine had filed for and received a divorce decree and by 1874, she was Augustus' bride.</div>
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That same year, Clementine's 13 year old son, Theodore Jr., died from what was said to have been an accidental gunshot wound. Thanks to the great detective work of John Marshall, a fellow member of our History of Anaheim Facebook Group, he put the pieces together, finding out the cause of Theodore, Jr.'s death. According to the newspaper of the time, on February 9, 1874, Theodore Edward Schmidt, Jr., was out hunting with friends at the Bolsa Chica Rancho when he attempted to shoot a hare from inside of a wagon. The "hammer (of his gun) caught on the seat of the wagon, and fell on the cap, exploding the charge, which entered behind the ear." He died a very gruesome death, instantly.<br />
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Back to the story,- Augustus and Clementine lived out the remainder of their lives together at the residence they called "Villa Mon Plaisir" or the "House of My Pleasure." Seems rather fitting since the two of them were very bold in getting what they wanted, no matter what obstacles stood in front of them. Their home was one of Anaheim's most beautiful, situated on Clementine and Sycamore Streets, surrounded by orange groves, where Pearson Park stands today. </div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifCHCkjSa2gHSJXEl3AyVZ6b1XO3U5G4fGow21w8LOgvWbzaoNktSOR3S-Exk91yO0ou2TacJlcQFCx_K93LAnYizNB16L74Qzl3MWdokOT4bttFfxH03RMu9XUtQ8wzizhew1NVUo96Y/s1600/langenbergerland.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifCHCkjSa2gHSJXEl3AyVZ6b1XO3U5G4fGow21w8LOgvWbzaoNktSOR3S-Exk91yO0ou2TacJlcQFCx_K93LAnYizNB16L74Qzl3MWdokOT4bttFfxH03RMu9XUtQ8wzizhew1NVUo96Y/s320/langenbergerland.jpg" width="320" /></a>Augustus passed away on April 3, 1895 and was interred in the elaborate Langenberger family mausoleum in the Anaheim Cemetery. Clementine lived another eighteen years, finally passing away on October 8, 1913. There is a memorial plaque on the mausoleum that has the dates 1849-1915, however those dates are incorrect according to Anaheim Cemetery records.</div>
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I guess we will never know how the relationship between Clementine and Augustus ended up on a personal level. Did they get the happy ending they both wanted? Was everything worth it in the end? Again, we may never know. From records and photographs the pair appeared to be happy, even into their older years. </div>
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Still, I cannot help but feel sorry for Theodore Schmidt and of course, Petra. The fact that Augustus didn't bother to erect a beautiful mausoleum for his first wife, but only erected a wooden cross, (not even a monument or fancy headstone), makes me feel even more sad for Petra. Instead, he names land after Clementine and eventually the pair end up in one of the finest private mausoleums in the cemetery, just feet away from Petra's meager grave. Over the years Petra's headstone rotted until it was eventually nonexistent. By the 1970s, Mother Colony Household had a plaque put in place for Petra, and now she has a proper marker so that she can never be forgotten again. </div>
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(Copyright 2015) J'aime Rubio</div>
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All photos from Calisphere via Anaheim Public Library Archives (for educational purposes only).</div>
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J'aime Rubio, Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00087085042404097820noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681381232049973276.post-44077024645084504862015-05-19T20:57:00.000-07:002015-11-08T19:12:20.297-08:00Anaheim’s White House Restaurant - Untold History Uncovered<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
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Sitting on Anaheim Boulevard near Vermont
Avenue is the Anaheim White House. This award winning restaurant started in one
of Anaheim’s early historic homes in 1981, as a last minute decision by the
Stovall family. Originally, Jim and Barbara Stovall had acquired the historic
property with the intention of tearing down the building and constructing
condominiums in its place. It was said that on the evening before the
demolition, Mrs. Stovall had a change of heart and decided to save the home and
have it turned into a restaurant. It opened for the first time on December 31,
1981. By 1987, Chef Bruno Serato had purchased the restaurant and turned the White
House into an exclusive and elegant dining establishment that continues to this
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Although many have dined here over
the years, including celebrities and even former Presidents, not much is known
about the home’s early history, until now.
Please take a step back in time with me to see where this stately manor
had its start and the first families who called this house, “home.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Originally built in 1909, the first
family to live there was original owners, the Gervais family. Dosithe Gervais
was born in 1872, in Illinois, but came from French-Canadian immigrant parents.
He and his wife, Alberta married in February of 1894. They brought their three
daughters up in the home, Gladys, Violet and Dorothy. Dosithe Gervais was a
farmer, and later went on to raising poultry.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Interestingly, I found that the
Gervais daughters were prolific writers, often times winning writing contests
that were published in the Los Angeles Herald. All three were avid writers
despite their young age, and it appears as though the older two, Gladys and
Violet were regularly published in a children’s section of the newspaper, known
as the Junior Herald. By reading their
work, I was able to get a sense of their personalities, which were quite
lovely. Tales of adventure and excitement, humorous limerick writing and short
stories were common as well as letter writing contests. One such contest seemed
to stand out during my research. Ironically, this published work by Gladys Gervais
seems to go along well with the overall theme that this home would later adopt.
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The February 6, 1910, issue of the
Los Angeles Herald mentions young Gladys Gervais competing in a writing contest
for a popular column at the paper known as “Letters to Aunt Laurie,” noting her
as an “honorable mention,” and publishing her short blurb on the subject of
former President Abraham Lincoln. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Gladys’ letter was under the
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<i>When
Mr. Lincoln was clerking in a country store, a woman who lived four miles away
and who came to the store once a week for supplies, entered one day and gave an
order. Mr. Lincoln gave her the goods and received the pay. <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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the woman had been gone about an hour Mr. Lincoln discovered he had not given
her enough coffee. She ought to have had four ounces more. So he wrapped up four ounces of coffee and
tramped four miles through the woods.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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reason I like this story so well is because it shows the honesty of Mr. Lincoln,
and verifies the title, “Honest Abe.”—</i>Gladys Gervais, Anaheim School, Grade
8, Age 14.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Although short, this peek into the
young mind of Gladys Gervais shows the respect and admiration of our
forefathers that she was taught by her parents.
The Gervais daughters were mentioned many times in archived newspapers
for being listed on the honor roll at the Anaheim School. By the time their
children had grown up and moved away, Dosithe and Alberta Gervais moved on as
well in 1916. I found that they moved
around California over the years, eventually living in Atascadero. Their final
resting place can be found at Forest Lawn Memorial Park in Los Angeles, where
both Mr. & Mrs. Gervais were laid to rest. <o:p></o:p></div>
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By 1916, the home was sold to George
Waterman, who lived for a short time on the property. Soon the Waterman’s sold
the home to a young doctor, who had just started his career in Anaheim a few
years earlier. Dr. John Truxaw and his
family were the next residents of this beautiful home.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Dr. John Truxaw was born on August
4, 1883, in Gage County, Nebraska. His mother was from Iowa, while his father
was an immigrant from Czechoslovakia who came to the U.S. to live the “American
Dream.” It was in 1912, while finishing up medical school at the University of
California that John Truxaw met Castilla Louise Wallberg, who was going to
nursing school. By August 27, 1913, the couple were wed. Dr. Truxaw moved to Anaheim in 1912, to start
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Besides being the beloved Anaheim
physician who saw to at least 3,500 births during his career, he and his wife
also raised eight children. Their names
were John, Jr., Mary, Robert, Louise, Joe, Joan, Jean and Carol. <span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Dr. Truxaw's wife mentioned in her memoirs that her Buick had stalled out one day right in front of the home on Los Angeles Street. She came in to use the phone to call for a tow when she instantly became interested in the home. Every house she had been looking to buy was not to her standards and she really wanted that one. Unfortunately the house wasn't for sale, yet! After some serious begging to her agent, one day she heard news that the home was on the market. As soon as it became available the Truxaw's scooped it up and became the next owners. </span><br />
<br />Apparently the former owners were taking too long to move out, and it was causing Louise to become very impatient, so she wrote them and basically stated that she would be living in the house with them if they didn't get out soon, because she was moving in. When moving day arrived she said they were literally moving things in the back door, as the old owners were moving out through the front door. Louise's determination proved to be the best decision, as she spent many years in a lovely home that she adored.<br />
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At home, Dr. Truxaw had a small
orange grove that surrounded the property. He also loved animals, including
pheasants, ducks, chickens and turkeys, along with the family dog, a
three-legged St. Bernard named Pancho. According to the family story, at one
time the dog had been hit by a car and Dr. Truxaw refused to have the dog put
to sleep. He made sure the veterinarian cared for him until he was well enough
to be brought back to their family, where he was loved and managed to live just
fine. <o:p></o:p><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> In a genealogical biography online, a nephew of the Truxaw’s, Micheal Winney wrote his memories while living with his aunt and uncle in the 1950’s. He mentioned that Mrs. Truxaw was an avid genealogist and enjoyed traveling to Iowa and Illinois to do family research. She was also very artistic, and her studio was upstairs across the hall from her bedroom. </span></div>
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Dr. Truxaw’s career spanned four
decades, as he watched the children he delivered grow up to have children of
their own, and grandchildren of their own. After a long fight with cancer, Dr. Truxaw
succumbed to his illness and passed away on October 23, 1952. His wife remained
in the home until her death in 1969. <br />
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Since then, the home has
seen several other owners come and go, until finally Chef Bruno Serato
purchased the property and brought it back to life again. Although this home is
now a restaurant, you can see the love and care that has been put into it. I am
sure if Dosithe Gervais or Dr. Truxaw were here today, they would see what a
marvel this home has continued to be, now allowing thousands of people per year
to feel the inviting atmosphere that the original families must have felt
daily. That same feeling when you walk through those doors has withstood over
106 years, evidently showing that it will forever remain their home.----<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>(Copyright 2015, J'aime Rubio. All Rights Reserved)</b><br />
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<b>Thank you Lisa Shaughnessey for the snippet of Louise's memoir</b></div>
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A copy of this story will be provided to the Anaheim Historical Society for preservation purposes as well as a copy going to the Anaheim White House Restaurant for their own historical files.--- </div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGKeYlzGV6xBzQftC4XF18nFAI-ThGIpt2_9WUsy1QBVNhqwXxphBn9JD1rfRm5M5H45JuqDnkTD2c9FYBEw7mTcw_20msriax3zbC9sILMMtTbaJggiANeaSfVCNVnJy1B4J86YMcndc/s1600/ostrich1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGKeYlzGV6xBzQftC4XF18nFAI-ThGIpt2_9WUsy1QBVNhqwXxphBn9JD1rfRm5M5H45JuqDnkTD2c9FYBEw7mTcw_20msriax3zbC9sILMMtTbaJggiANeaSfVCNVnJy1B4J86YMcndc/s1600/ostrich1.jpg" height="320" width="274" /></a><span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">The thought of ostrich farms in Anaheim sounds quite odd to me, but history records prove that it did happen. In fact, there were quite a few different people who had ostrich farms within Anaheim and Orange County in the late 1800s.</span></span><br />
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<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">Starting around 1883, a man known as Dr. C.J. Sketchley started the very first ostrich farm in Anaheim, California, on a 640 acre ranch that once belonged to Abel Stearns. A native of Cape Town, South Africa, Sketchley was the first to bring ostriches to California. </span></span><br />
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<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">They brought the first 21 birds to the farm from Africa. None of the birds were lost or died on the trip over, except for one female who killed her mate. Being that ostriches were so foreign to locals, Dr. Sketchley's farm became a magnet for hundreds of people daily, showing up uninvited to the farm to get a look at these enormous, flightless birds. Soon after opening the farm, Dr. Sketchley grew frustrated with the constant impositions that visitors made to his business. Constantly worrying about visitors and dogs coming on to his property and annoying the birds, or attempting to steal the valuable feathers, he started to charge $ .50 per head which would be the equivalent today of about $12 per person to visit, hoping to get rid of visitors. Unfortunately, that didn't do much good. Being that feathers were worth so much at the time, people risked their own safety by sneaking onto Sketchley's property to pluck feathers off of the ostriches in order to sell them.</span></span><br />
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<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">In an interview for the <a href="http://query.nytimes.com/mem/archive-free/pdf?res=9D03E1DD1538E033A2575BC2A9669D94629FD7CF">New York Times in October of 1883</a>, Sketchley was quoted saying, "<i>when you ask me what are the greatest drawbacks I have met with I must answer dogs and visitors, and perhaps the visitors are the worst.</i>" Eventually, Anaheim became too much for Sketchley so he moved to a farm just outside of Los Angeles, leased by G. J. Griffith. Later a rail line from Los Angeles to the farm was put in, and Sketchley gave in to allow a tourist attraction along with his ostrich farm located where Griffith Park stands today. </span></span><br />
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<u><b><span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">Edward Atherton</span></span></b></u><br />
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<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">The next fellow to come to Anaheim with ostriches on his mind was Edward Atherton. Another fellow South African, just like Sketchley, Atherton was well experienced as an ostrich farmer. </span></span><br />
<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">Edward Atherton was born in Cape Town, South Africa on May 29, 1860, who was the son of Cape Town pioneer John Atherton, a native of Manchester, England. His father, being business savvy, not only owned a farm of over 500 acres for grain, vineyards and stock, but he also owned two factories, one for distilling liquor and another for scouring wool. </span></span><br />
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<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">"The History of Orange County" claims that in December of 1886, Edward came to Anaheim to acquire the 21 birds that had originally came to Anaheim a few years earlier. I had originally assumed, given this exact number, this was Dr. Sketchley's original birds but it doesn't appear to be so. It also states that upon arriving, Atherton learned that the 21 birds had grown to 46, after breeding. </span></span><br />
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<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">The book goes on to state the original 21 birds sent to Anaheim, came in 1882 after being in an exhibition in San Francisco in 1881. Then they were moved to Anaheim in 1882 by the California Ostrich Farming Company, managed by R.J. Northam. Atherton eventually settled on a farm close to Fullerton and bought out Northam's interest in the business. Towards the end of his career in ostrich farming, he sold all but eight birds and kept most of his land for growing Valencia oranges and walnuts. The wedding photo of Mr. Atherton and his wife can also be seen on the mural of the Chase Bank (fka Home Savings of America) at 101 S. Harbor Blvd on the corner of Lincoln.</span></span><br />
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FARMER, EDWARD ATHERTON~ Born in Cape Town, South Africa on May 29,
1860. Edward Atherton came to California via Cape Horn. In 1886, Edward
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Although ostriches are not well tempered birds, they seemed to be useful for different things, such as delivering mail. Well, not exactly, but at least pulling the mail cart to deliver the mail! Honestly, I don't know how anyone managed to deal with these birds, as I had my own run in with an ostrich when I was just a teenager and I thought it was going to attack me. Let me just say, calling these birds grumpy is an understatement. They are very violent and prone to kicking anything they see. Somehow or another, they were able to use them successfully around town.<br />
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And let us not forget animal trainer, Gene Holter and his ostrich races. I found many advertisements in archived magazines and books for his many races of ostriches in Anaheim, and all over.<br />
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Apparently he had his farm at 8901 Kathryn Drive in Anaheim for a while. (Note: There are two streets with that name, one being spelled Kathryn and the other Catherine. I know, because I grew up on Catherine Drive in Anaheim, too.) It appears as if his races were during the 1950s and 60s.<br />
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Well there you have it folks, a brief but educational glimpse into Anaheim's past and it's strange intrigue over ostriches!<br />
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Various newspaper clippings, L.A. Herald, New York Times, and History of Orange County.J'aime Rubio, Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00087085042404097820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681381232049973276.post-74933068995112455392014-11-01T21:14:00.003-07:002014-11-01T22:59:17.548-07:00Historic Anaheim Homes - Then & Now! This will be one of many posts to this blog showing "Then and Now" photos of some of Anaheim's beautiful historic homes. I have had the privilege to work with another fellow Anaheim history buff to compile these great photos to give you a glimpse at some of our local history. <br />
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Anaheim resident and history teacher, Ed Wiesmuller has caught the eye of many Anaheim history lovers lately. His new spin on an old favorite type of comparison photography has all the vintage flare with just enough history mixed in it to be entertaining and educational. It was just last Summer when Ed decided to join in on the "History of Anaheim" group page via FACEBOOK, where he quickly dove in head first, immediately contributing his photography, Anaheim history knowledge and also added his own style to the group. <br />
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Ed's signature is his "Then & Now" photography of historic homes throughout Anaheim. This will be the first of several posts that feature Ed's photos, which usually feature one of his classic cars, along with historic information on the homes. This unique and very interesting style used by Mr. Wiesmuller, captures the Vintage aura that many of us "Anaheim'ians" love so much.<br />
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The Backs' house originally stood on Los Angeles Street (now Anaheim Boulevard) and Lincoln Avenue. Built in 1902, this house belonged to early Anaheim residents, the Backs family. The moving of this home in the late 1980s ignited a law suit that allowed many of the other Anaheim historic homes to be moved and restored to their former grandeur. To read more about the history of the home, <a href="http://articles.latimes.com/1986-09-16/local/me-10676_1_anaheim-home">see L.A. Times article from 1986, click here. </a></div>
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Note from J'aime Rubio: My mother used to babysit at that house in the early 1960s, and she always said the house was creepy!</div>
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One of the first homes built on this tract, the Boege home cost a reported $8,000 at the time it was constructed in 1922. Designed by architect, Frank Benchley for Vice President of First National Bank and City Treasurer, Charles Boege and his family. This 7-room house was considered one of the most costliest of the time. Thankfully this home still stands in its original location.</div>
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Built in 1922, this was the home of William E. Duckworth. William was the son of J.W. Duckworth, the postmaster of Anaheim. A member of the Degree of the Woodmen of the World, Duckworth was also a local fuel and feed merchant and land developer. This home is still in its original location.</div>
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Newer photos c/o Ed Wiesmuller, All Rights Reserved.J'aime Rubio, Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00087085042404097820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681381232049973276.post-58489911890768106442014-11-01T12:11:00.004-07:002022-04-24T21:53:04.243-07:00Enid Rimpau & The Mystery on Zeyn Street<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
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Designed in 1915, by architect, Charles Trudeau, the home was a wedding gift from Theodore </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; text-indent: 36pt;">“Robert” </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-family: arial; text-indent: 36pt;">Rimpau to his new bride, Enid. Their love story has been shrouded in just about as much mystery as the tragic events that took place in the home itself. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span lang="en-US"> </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-style: italic; text-indent: 36pt;">“Robert,” </span><span lang="en-US" style="text-indent: 36pt;">as he was best known, was born on October 11, 1882, to parents Adolph Rimpau and Natalia Carillo. His legal name was Theodore R. Rimpau, no doubt named after his paternal grandfather, an Anaheim pioneer. Enid Williams was born in Pueblo, Colorado, sometime in February of 1892, to parents William S. Williams and Catherine Ferguson. Enid’s father was originally from Boston, Massachusetts, while her mother was a native of Ohio. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span lang="en-US" style="language: en-US; mso-ligatures: none;"> <span> </span><span> <span> </span></span></span><span lang="en-US" style="text-indent: 36pt;">Some point after the turn of the 20th century, the Williams family moved to California, settling in Los Angeles. Enid’s mother, Catharine eventually separated from her husband after the move to California. The 1910 Census shows that Catharine and Enid were listed as one household. Enid, who was barely 18 years of age, was listed as </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-style: italic; text-indent: 36pt;">“single,” </span><span lang="en-US" style="text-indent: 36pt;">while her mother was listed as a </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-style: italic; text-indent: 36pt;">“widow.”</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span lang="en-US">Why Catharine listed herself as a widow we will never know for certain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>More than likely Catharine did not want to explain why she was still married but living alone, given the time period. </span><span lang="en-US">Although the census did not show Enid as having any occupation, her mother was listed as a </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-style: italic;">“promoter” </span><span lang="en-US">for a mining company</span><span lang="en-US">.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span lang="en-US">It appears that Enid wouldn’t stay with her mother for very long, as records indicate that she married Charles Stone of Glendale, at the courthouse in Santa Ana, on September 21, 1910.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some newspapers of the time state that the couple lived in Long Beach during their marriage. Within a year, Enid could see that she had made a huge mistake.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Charles’ </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-style: italic;">“intemperate habits” </span><span lang="en-US">were cause enough for Enid to file for a divorce in 1913, when she finally left.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="en-US"><span style="font-family: arial;">Enid wanted a fresh start, as far away from Charles as she could travel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Given the fact that she watched her own mother show strength and independence by leaving her own husband during the early part of the 20th century, must have given Enid the gumption to venture out into the world on her own, knowing she could do it, too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But where would young Enid go?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span lang="en-US">On July 31, 1914, Enid’s divorce decree was finalized, and she became a free woman again. The small, </span><span lang="en-US">newly settled town of Anaheim, famous for their citrus trees and walnuts, seemed to be just what Enid needed to start over. Once she settled in, she took on two jobs to support herself.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span lang="en-US">First, she worked at Weber’s bookstore and then also at the millinery store, which designed hats. It is unknown when exactly she met Robert Rimpau, but I assume she must have crossed his path at some point during a visit to Miles Grocery store, where he worked as head clerk.</span><span lang="en-US"></span><span lang="en-US"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span lang="en-US">Enid was thought of as attractive, with a </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-style: italic;">“sunny disposition and pleasing manners,”</span><span lang="en-US"> and one who easily became friends with anyone that she met. It didn’t take long before Robert wished to court Enid and propose marriage. As a gift to his future bride, Robert Rimpau hired architect Charles Trudeau to design </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-style: italic;">“one of the finest dwellings”</span><span lang="en-US"> in Anaheim, according to an archived newspaper clipping provided to me by long time Anaheim resident and history enthusiast, John Marshall. The house, located at 503 N. Zeyn Street, reportedly cost Robert Rimpau $3,000.00 to construct.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="en-US"><span style="font-family: arial;">The pair were married on July 5, 1915, in Anaheim, and moved into their beautiful new home shortly thereafter. Its grand décor and impeccable design was built to please Enid. From the exquisitely constructed staircase and ornate light fixtures in the entry way, to the built in bookcases and romantic fireplace in the sitting room, every detail showed that Robert Rimpau spared no expense to make his new bride happy. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="en-US"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span lang="en-US"> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span><span style="text-indent: 36pt;">A shocking event took place on Sunday, October 17, 1915. Enid and Robert Rimpau attended mass at St. Boniface church, where they then departed separately after the services. Robert claimed he had some errands to run, so Enid went home by herself.</span><span style="text-indent: 36pt;"> </span><span style="text-indent: 36pt;">After returning home within an hour, Robert stated that he came to find his wife dying from poison.</span><span style="text-indent: 36pt;"> </span><span style="text-indent: 36pt;">He called several doctors to the home, and the first to arrive was Dr. Truxaw.</span><span style="text-indent: 36pt;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span lang="en-US"> </span><span style="text-indent: 36pt;">The doctor believed that she was already too far gone from cyanide poisoning and there was nothing that he could do to reverse the effects, and so Enid passed away. Dr. Truxaw ascertained that the vial used to poison Enid was still quite full, enough to kill several more people.</span><span style="text-indent: 36pt;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span lang="en-US">According to the Santa Ana Register,</span><span lang="en-US"> Enid was found in an upstairs bedroom, along with a suicide note that read, </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-style: italic;">“I am a failure. God forgive me and bless you.”</span><span lang="en-US"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span lang="en-US">There was no </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-style: italic;">“official” </span><span lang="en-US"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>inquest done on her death, therefore no one verified as to whether or not the alleged suicide note was even written in Enid’s own hand.</span></span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-family: arial; text-indent: 36pt;"> </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-family: arial; text-indent: 36pt;">The newspapers reported her death according to Coroner Winbigler’s statement, ruling it a suicide without allowing a proper investigation into her death, and virtually smearing her name as having gone </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; text-indent: 36pt;">“temporarily insane.” </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-family: arial; text-indent: 36pt;"> </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-family: arial; text-indent: 36pt;">The Santa Ana Register stated that for several weeks Enid had shown signs of despondency and melancholia leading up to her death. </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-family: arial; text-indent: 36pt;"> The Anaheim Gazette also claimed that Enid’s friends stated that “</span><span lang="en-US" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; text-indent: 36pt;">at times she had been morbid and melancholy without any known cause, consequently it is supposed that she was mentally unbalanced.” </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-family: arial; text-indent: 36pt;"> </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; text-indent: 36pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial; text-indent: 36pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span lang="en-US">Interestingly though, the same article then goes on to say, “</span><span lang="en-US" style="font-style: italic;">the friends with whom she lived, declared she was always even tempered, independent and self-reliant, and never showed any signs of a diseased mind.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-style: italic;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span lang="en-US">It also stated, “</span><span lang="en-US" style="font-style: italic;">friends who saw her in the store Saturday night observed no difference in her demeanor, and many who talked to her after the Sunday morning service declared that she was in her usual spirits at the time.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="en-US"><span style="font-family: arial;">Enid was a very independent woman, and even after marrying Robert, she still worked at Weber’s bookstore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes, she had made remarks that she was alone a lot and that she would rather be working than be alone at the house, meaning that her husband was not spending much time with her. That didn’t necessarily mean she was suicidal. It just meant she was lonely at home, and perhaps she missed her husband.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="en-US"><span style="font-family: arial;">An insurance man by the name Al Nowotny came forward claiming that just days before Enid died, she had asked him if a life insurance policy would pay out in the event of a suicide. He explained that it would not pay out unless an entire year had lapsed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="en-US"><span style="font-family: arial;">If such a conversation had taken place, why would she have decided to go through with the act of killing herself, especially if more than likely any insurance policy she may have had might not have covered her suicide?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was never any mention as to whether or not Enid even had a life insurance policy to begin with. This tidbit of information published in the newspapers seemed even more strange.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span lang="en-US" style="language: en-US; mso-ligatures: none;"> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span>After Enid died, her body was taken to Backs and Terry’s Undertaking to be prepared for burial. Her body was brought over to her father-in-law’s home at 412 E. Center Street, for her viewing. On Tuesday, October 19, 1915, Enid’s funeral took place at St. Boniface Church, and the eulogy was given by Father Dubbel, the same person who officiated over her wedding just three months earlier. The Knights of Columbus were in attendance and acted as pall bearers; E.E. Brus, Leo Sheridan, L.B. Webber, Al Erikson and Ben Dauser.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span lang="en-US"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"></span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>After the services, Enid was laid to rest in a crypt inside the Anaheim Community Mausoleum at the Anaheim Cemetery, on Sycamore Street.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span lang="en-US"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpUoeEAWxj34MlXIX8bkG2Tdr4jkBgzNYr5cNhIX3QonEuiVAPFPDE4TBJ4iaPZx7d0adZRdh9TOdLed7LM6ax5FWX8mnVvCphFozNF8Kjw0T2ADRAsyOTtk_h-enBJ53jlU6Ak0tfKv4/s2048/Enid+Rimpau+Death.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1202" data-original-width="2048" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpUoeEAWxj34MlXIX8bkG2Tdr4jkBgzNYr5cNhIX3QonEuiVAPFPDE4TBJ4iaPZx7d0adZRdh9TOdLed7LM6ax5FWX8mnVvCphFozNF8Kjw0T2ADRAsyOTtk_h-enBJ53jlU6Ak0tfKv4/w501-h295/Enid+Rimpau+Death.jpg" width="501" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span lang="en-US"><span> </span><span> </span>Enid Rimpau is not interred in the Rimpau family crypt as most would assume. The Rimpau family crypt is a private crypt on the grounds of the cemetery. The Community Mausoleum, where she is interred, is the oldest public mausoleum in the State of California and located at the other end of the cemetery.</span><span lang="en-US"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="en-US"><span style="font-family: arial;"> If you visit Enid’s wall crypt you will find that the marker on her crypt has the wrong year of birth. You see, Enid fibbed when she married Robert. She was not twenty-two years old, but in fact she was twenty-three. When Enid married Charles Stone, she claimed to be nineteen years old, although she really was eighteen. The census records from 1900 and 1910 verify that she was born in February of 1892, therefore when she died her age was in fact twenty-three years and eight months.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="en-US"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span lang="en-US"> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><o:p></o:p></span>So the question remains, how did Enid meet her demise? Yes, we could believe that she was just so miserable in her life that the only way she could escape was to end it. Unfortunately, I have always had a hard time believing this. Her very character, which was long since established in the community along with her past actions in life, prove that she was not a quitter.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="en-US"><span style="font-family: arial;"> She left an abusive husband and started a new life on her own. She worked two jobs to support herself and yet always kept a kind and humble demeanor, making friends with just about everyone she met. Does that really sound like someone who would just give up? If she was unhappy with her marriage to Robert, what was stopping her from leaving him?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span lang="en-US">Considering the theory that Enid didn’t kill herself, then who poisoned her? I have often wondered what the Rimpau family thought of Enid. Could it have been someone within in the Rimpau family, who may not have approved of Robert marrying a </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-style: italic;">divorcée</span><span lang="en-US"> </span><span lang="en-US">? Maybe it was even her own husband, Robert Rimpau. Another thought, possibly it wasn’t the Rimpau’s at all, but perhaps her ex-husband Charles who may have caused her death?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span lang="en-US">Had someone poisoned her, then how was it done? Was she forced to swallow the cyanide or did she drink unknowingly, such as from a glass laced with poison? If she was poisoned that way, the killer would have probably taken the small vial of poison and conveniently placed it near her along with a </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-style: italic;">“suicide note,” </span><span lang="en-US">to make the scene believable as to not draw suspicion. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span lang="en-US"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>If Enid was truly suicidal, wouldn’t she have downed the entire vial, to guarantee her death was sure and fast? But instead she lingered, and died in a most horrible way.</span><span lang="en-US"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span lang="en-US" style="text-indent: 36pt;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Another possibility is that when attempting to commit suicide, after tasting the foul poison on her palate, she found that she couldn’t compel herself to drink any more, leaving the vial still quite full, but having ingested enough to be a fatal dose</span><span lang="en-US" style="text-indent: 36pt;">. </span><span lang="en-US" style="text-indent: 36pt;">I have come to the conclusion that there is no way to know for certain what exactly happened that day in 1915. Enid took those answers with her to the grave.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="en-US"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>The current owners of the house, Tracey Drennan and Thomas Gaul, came across the history of home while searching the address on the internet. They had looked at over 40 houses on the market before they came across the Rimpau House. After doing a search on Google, they came across my original blog on Enid’s story. The couple later made contact with me. They revealed that it was Enid’s story that intrigued them even more and consequently convinced them that the house was the perfect home for them!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-style: italic;">“The house was in bad shape,” </span><span lang="en-US">Drennan recalled. </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-style: italic;">“It had such a sad character about it. It had been neglected and damaged by the previous owners, but it was love at first sight for us. We knew there had to be a lot of restoration involved, but we appreciated the history behind the home and saw the potential in what it could become again. We closed in December of 2013, and moved in March of 2014.” </span><span lang="en-US"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span lang="en-US">Although a great portion of the home had been neglected for so many years, Tracey mentioned that parts of the home were still intact, such as the closet under her staircase which still has the home’s original wallpaper.</span><span lang="en-US"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span lang="en-US"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span> </span><span lang="en-US"><o:p></o:p></span>Tracey and her husband, Thomas bought the home through Anaheim’s famed realtor Meghan Shigo, who specializes in the town’s historic homes. Keeping the homes historically accurate and preserved is part of the Mills Act Program which Megan is very passionate about. Through the Mills Act, the current owners have restored the Rimpau house to its original grandeur, once again breathing life back into this beautiful home.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="en-US"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>I remember seeing the house on Zeyn Street many times while riding in the backseat of my mother’s Oldsmobile when I was just a child. Even just in a passing glance on a trip to the park, the house seemed to lure me in, though I never knew there was a story to discover hidden behind its very walls. It wasn’t until I was an adult, and a mother myself, that I noticed the house again on a trip with my children to Pearson Park.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="en-US"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span> I felt that yearning to explore the home once again. I asked my grandfather, George Mac Laren, about it and he directed me to the Anaheim Library to do some investigating. It was there that I satisfied my curiosity and unraveled a mystery. I fell in love with the home, just the same as the current owners. There is a certain air of mystery and familiarity that has always drawn me to the Rimpau home.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="en-US"><span style="font-family: arial;">Enid’s death was my very first in-depth historical investigation which spiraled me into the world of historical investigative writing that I am known for today. In many ways, Enid is responsible for pushing me in that very direction. Although she never knew that her life, or tragic death, would in turn, change someone else’s life so many years later.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span lang="en-US"> <span> </span><span> </span></span><span lang="en-US"> <o:p></o:p></span><span style="text-indent: 36pt;">The desire that ignited inside of me and the drive that fueled my tenacity to research, all started as one tiny spark that lit into a flame. That spark started when I became enamored by the home at 503 N. Zeyn Street and grew as I learned of the tragedy of Enid Rimpau’s mysterious death.</span><span style="text-indent: 36pt;"> </span><span style="text-indent: 36pt;">With that in mind, I felt it was only right that Enid’s story be my very first chapter in my book, so that she no longer remains one of the “forgotten.”---</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">Originally published in 2006, revised in 2014 on blogger & revised once more with added information and republished in book form in 2016.---</p><p class="MsoNormal">From the book <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Stories-Forgotten-Infamous-Famous-Unremembered/dp/1523981172">"Stories of the Forgotten: Infamous, Famous & Unremembered,"</a> by J'aime Rubio (Copyright 2016). </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="text-indent: 36pt;">To</span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; text-indent: 36pt;"> Purchase your copy on Amazon click here: </span><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Stories-Forgotten-Infamous-Famous-Unremembered/dp/1523981172" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; text-indent: 36pt;" target="_blank"> https://www.amazon.com/Stories-Forgotten-Infamous-Famous-Unremembered/dp/1523981172</a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none;"><span lang="en-US" style="language: en-US; mso-ligatures: none;"> </span></p></span></span></div>
J'aime Rubio, Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00087085042404097820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681381232049973276.post-18906842218225669082014-08-14T22:48:00.000-07:002015-10-28T11:02:13.951-07:00Who Was Abel Stearns?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5W5RuMK7doJHQuq7dsBkQ_MzBgS-Srirn7UlIBu_qHUTDcdLy4DlNT3YQK4N0_bcFRpXkoBD5_m7QsNScWOYLh_n3siHktSBJ9JAZtrFKtBOF6ZprwgIXW0ppjEtj6NcqFvuUcPic4uA/s1600/Abel+Stearns--.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5W5RuMK7doJHQuq7dsBkQ_MzBgS-Srirn7UlIBu_qHUTDcdLy4DlNT3YQK4N0_bcFRpXkoBD5_m7QsNScWOYLh_n3siHktSBJ9JAZtrFKtBOF6ZprwgIXW0ppjEtj6NcqFvuUcPic4uA/s1600/Abel+Stearns--.jpg" /></a>Although Abel Stearns did not live in Anaheim, he owned most of the land surrounding it. His story is one that is part of Orange County history as well as Anaheim history because later decisions and choices he made directly affected Anaheim for a period of time.<br />
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A native of Massachusetts, Abel Stearns was born to parents Levi and Elizabeth Stearns in 1798. Both Stearns' parents were descendants of the Old English families who immigrated to the U.S. in the 1600s. According to author Phil Brigandi, Stearns was orphaned at the age of 12, where he became a sailor and traveled the seas eventually ending up in Mexico where he gained his Mexican Citizenship there. This was a key factor in his success when he moved to Los Angeles and became one of the biggest land owners in Southern California.<br />
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By 1831, Stearns had a warehouse at the port of San Pedro, his own stage coach line that ran from San Pedro to the pueblo at Los Angeles and he also had a 3-story Flour Mill on N. Spring Street in Los Angeles. It was said that in 1835, after an altercation over a keg of brandy, Stearns was stabbed in the face with a knife, permanently disfiguring his face. People often made jokes about his appearance as being "<i>Caro de Caballo</i>" (horse face) when he wasn't around.<br />
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Although he had some set backs, it did not stop him from becoming one of the richest and successful men in the area. It appeared as if he wasn't content with the empire he was slowly growing, so in 1842, Stearns made a huge purchase of Rancho Los Alamitos (28,000 acres).<br />
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As time went on he continued to purchase many ranchos, one by one. Eventually acquiring so many that by 1860, he was considered the most important land owner in Southern California. One of the ranchos purchased by Stearns was that of Rancho San Juan Cajon de Santa Ana which surrounded Anaheim. Although Juan Pacifico Ontiveras broke off and sold 1,165 acres of the the same rancho to George Hansen for the Anaheim Colony, Abel Stearns bought up most of the acreage surrounding Anaheim, a whole 21,000 acres of it. At his peak, Stearns owned 200,000 acres of Los Angeles County, making his the biggest "Land-and-Cattle Empire in California" (quoted by Historian, Robert Glass Cleland.)<br />
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Besides being a merchant and land owner, Stearns was involved in politics as well, having served as a member of the Los Angeles Common Council, representing California as a State Assemblyman and being the Supervisor of Los Angeles County as well.<br />
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Unfortunately, Stearns was remembered for not only his accomplishments, but also his mistakes. Known for being a very difficult businessman, Stearns made a lot of enemies. It appears that Stearns was quick to foreclose on people who owed him debts. It almost appears as if he might have loaned money knowing that the person or persons could not make the payments, so he would collect any way he could. Mostly, a lawsuit would ensue and he would seize the persons land or any valuable property. This continued for a very long time, giving Stearns a not-so-nice reputation.<br />
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During the Gold Rush, Stearns was making a pretty penny off of the miners up north who needed to be fed. Cattle owned by Stearns went from selling for $4 for their hide and tallow, to selling them for $75 on the hoof a piece. Unfortunately, as the Gold Rush dwindled down, so did the demand for beef, but Stearns was spending more than he was taking in. As he continued to hold a bad reputation for being unreasonable with people who owed him debts, suddenly he became the debtor and the tables turned for him. To make matters worse, the drought of 1863-1864 the land had become dry, the cattle died from lack of water and food and this plummeted Stearns deeper into debt.<br />
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By 1865, Michael Reese forced Stearns to sell his favorite piece of land, Rancho Los Alamitos. The $20,000 debt Stearns owed Reese gave Stearns no other choice but to hand over the very first and most favorite ranch he had bought. As time went on, Stearns grew more and more desperate to secure cash and would mortgage the other Ranchos he owned just to support his lifestyle. Eventually, all that money ran out and more of his land was now owned by his debt collectors.<br />
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When it seemed like there was no way out, in came Alfred Robinson. Robinson was an old friend and business associate of Stearns and he took the opportunity to make a deal with Stearns to buy and help sell his existing Ranchos. Along with four other partners, Robinson would form the Robinson Trust, which came to be a very prosperous real estate firm.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitatIUNzTnfePADFc8gIvC-N4Rc5s470mLxpNXEUKHanN1nFtimgR81cu7dOp_M54zKS63BWKnXW7pNto85jIbe4T7FVwGV6Tp2Ro1ILDncPiZdWLbGct8dEQkInxrBLf7QOSVyM1QAYk/s1600/losangelescounty+map.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitatIUNzTnfePADFc8gIvC-N4Rc5s470mLxpNXEUKHanN1nFtimgR81cu7dOp_M54zKS63BWKnXW7pNto85jIbe4T7FVwGV6Tp2Ro1ILDncPiZdWLbGct8dEQkInxrBLf7QOSVyM1QAYk/s1600/losangelescounty+map.jpg" width="331" /></a>On May 25, 1868, Stearns signed the deeds to over 175,000 acres to the Robinson Trust with the arrangement that (a) the Robinson Trust would market and sell the properties, (b) the Robinson Trust would pay Stearns $50,000 cash up front to pay off his debts, (c) pay him $1.50 per every acre of land sold and (d) he would own one-eighth interest in the firm.<br />
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It should have been a great business deal, right? Well, unfortunately Stearns didn't follow through on his end of the bargain. After the deal was made, Robinson Trust (managed by: Alfred Robinson, Charles Polhemus, Edward Northam, Edward Martin and Sam Brannan) had a difficult time selling the property because Stearns continued to act as if the land belonged to him. He continued to rent land for animals (particularly cattle, horses and sheep) to graze on and made arrangements to sell the property on his own and at his own price, instead of letting the firm sell it. If that wasn't bad enough, Stearns tried to rent out portions of the San Juan Cajon de Santa Ana Rancho that no longer belonged to him. He also rented out other pieces of land he had deeded away, and took money at 10 cents per head of sheep to graze all season. For the areas surrounding the Anaheim colony this would have been terrible, as the sheep were eating all the grass to its roots, leaving the land barren and undesirable. It seemed there was no end to the nightmare Stearns was causing Robinson, until August 23, 1871 when Abel Stearns died.<br />
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After Stearns death, the land surrounding the Anaheim Colony was quickly bought up and settled, allowing the area to flourish which also helped Anaheim itself flourish as well. Abel Stearns is buried at Calvary Cemetery in Los Angeles.<br />
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<b>(Copyright 2014- J'aime Rubio )</b><br />
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Findagrave<br />
Anaheim Public Library Archives<span style="font-size: small;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Orange County Chronicles-</span> By Phil Brigandi<br />
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<b><span style="font-weight: normal;"> http://www.laokay.com/halac/RanchoLosAlamitos.htm</span></b><br />
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<br />J'aime Rubio, Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00087085042404097820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681381232049973276.post-86655754786534068512014-08-11T22:13:00.000-07:002017-03-13T15:52:40.192-07:00A Forgotten Murder, Patrick Henry Dillon<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_qkJiPR4BXG9H9zfClaHmSDFxrDFxbFKeX9i_rCyfUnLpfTt1lpU8VF8dOjRQbA-s57bEb9QqqdPkkF7oyQrOQuTrcZQxvv8MTO_M7FdbZH8Hx49Q80SCr5iTiTixFHU-SGKhZIe_MB0/s1600/BeFunky_vineyard.jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_qkJiPR4BXG9H9zfClaHmSDFxrDFxbFKeX9i_rCyfUnLpfTt1lpU8VF8dOjRQbA-s57bEb9QqqdPkkF7oyQrOQuTrcZQxvv8MTO_M7FdbZH8Hx49Q80SCr5iTiTixFHU-SGKhZIe_MB0/s1600/BeFunky_vineyard.jpg.jpg" width="305" /></a>A story that I am quite certain has been forgotten in time, is the murder of Patrick Henry Dillon. Not much is known about Patrick Henry Dillon, just that he was an Irish immigrant who lived in Anaheim at the time of his death. I tried to find him in the census records, but apparently he wasn't living in Anaheim or Los Angeles during the previous 1870 census. I did find several Patrick Dillon's all over California...so anyone of them could have been him.<br />
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On July 8th, not the 7th as the cemetery records claim, Patrick Henry Dillon was murdered while taking a nap under a tree on the outskirts of town. Some reports claim he was passed out drunk, while others say he was just asleep. Either case, while he was sleeping, a man by the name of Vicente Valdez (other accounts name him as "Rodriguez") snuck up on him.<br />
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Valdez had went to the neighboring house of Mrs. Culp and taken an axe from her property. He then attacked the then sleeping Mr. Dillon, crushing his skull with every blow from the axe. After the dastardly deed was done, Valdez took the axe and put it back at Mrs. Culp's house and took off with the money he had stolen from Dillon's pockets and the boots off of his feet.<br />
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After getting away, Valdez attempted to pawn Dillon's boots at one of the vineyards, asking for a trade for "Aguardiente" (a very strong alcoholic drink). Suspicion rose about where the boots came from, and Valdez fled. When the body of Dillon was discovered, Deputy Sheriff Richard Barham took it upon himself to make sure that the murderer was tracked down and brought to justice.<br />
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On July 10, 1878, just two days after the murder, Valdez was arrested and brought to jail. According to the newspapers of the time, the town was hell bent on vigilante justice but Sheriff Braham, "eluded the vigilance of Judge Lynch, and lodged the prisoner safely in jail."<br />
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By August, Valdez pleaded guilty and was sentenced to life in prison by the District Court. As for Patrick Dillon, sadly it seems that he has been forgotten. No photos of him exist to my knowledge. Perhaps some long lost relative out there has one somewhere. He was buried in the Anaheim Cemetery at Section: CP Block: 6 Lot: 46 Space: 1, but the Anaheim records and the Orange County records misspelled his name as "Pabrict" for whatever reason. How they got Pabrict from Patrick is beyond me, but now his story has been found and told.<br />
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I have contacted Findagrave to correct his name, so that he can be remembered properly. Although we may not know where he came from, we know where he had been, Anaheim. This town was the last place he called home. Why he was sleeping out there under a tree in the vineyards is not known. Perhaps he worked there and was taking a nap. Perhaps he was drunk and passed out. Who knows?!<br />
But he didn't deserve to die the way he did.<br />
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Rest In Peace, Patrick Henry Dillon. You are not forgotten.<br />
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<b> (Copyright 2014- J'aime Rubio)</b><br />
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Sources:<br />
Orange County Cemetery District Records<br />
Findagrave<br />
Sac Daily Union -July 8, 1878, July 9, 1878<br />
Los Angeles Herald- July 10, 1878, August 17, 1878<br />
Anaheim Public Library Archive Photo of Vineyard--J'aime Rubio, Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00087085042404097820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681381232049973276.post-10991027430730274352014-07-24T22:39:00.000-07:002014-07-26T18:00:26.082-07:00Captain Max Von Strobel- The Mystery Behind Anaheim's First Mayor<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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Like all good mysteries, there must be twists and turns at every step to engage your reader or audience. In my quest as a historical investigator, sometimes I have unearthed the most amazing mysteries that seem like they were ripped from the pages of the best mystery novels.<br />
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When I first started researching Maximilian Von Strobel's history, it was only because I was interested in writing about the first mayor of Anaheim. Little did I know that during the process of researching his life and death, that I would uncover a story so intriguing and shocking, that it is easy to imagine now why he was literally erased from Anaheim history so long ago.<br />
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As elusive as can be, Captain Maximilian Franz Otto Von Strobel seemed to pop up in only small spots in our history here in Anaheim. The fact that no one seemed to know much about his life or death, and most of the history books left him out all together, it piqued my interest even more. In 1987 Opal L. Kissinger and Elizabeth J. Schultz helped solve one mystery, what Max looked like. After coming into contact with a lady by the name of June Hord, they were able to acquire the only photograph known to exist today of Max Strobel. She also added what history she knew of his life which was mentioned in the article<a href="http://articles.latimes.com/1987-02-22/local/me-5295_1_orange-county"> "Father of Orange County Loses Some Mystery" by Richard Buffum/Los Angeles Times (February 22, 1987).</a><br />
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The history that seems to be known is that Max Strobel was originally from Bavaria and had a huge list of talents or trades you could say. He was noted as being a soldier, engineer, cartographer, linguist and orator. In the article I mention above, it is stated that before Strobel settled in Anaheim, he came west with John C. Fremont's second expedition and that he also traveled with William Walker in his insurrection of Nicaragua and later abandoned his military career.<br />
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Well, this information really started to make my head start spinning and I started to wonder what other secrets Mr. Strobel took to the grave with him.<br />
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We know that Maximilian Franz Otto Von Strobel came from Bavaria, was said to have been involved in many military operations, was very well educated in many trades and fields of work. It is also mentioned that he came from an aristocratic background in Europe. But Anaheim residents only know him as the first mayor of Anaheim.<br />
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It is claimed that Max came to Anaheim in the late 1860s. According to the <a href="https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.3.1/TH-266-12144-10767-89?cc=1438024">Census records of the time 1870</a>, Max reported his occupation as being a "Surveyor" and his real estate property as being worth $4,000 and personal property worth $250.00. This was a lot less than Theodore Rimpau's property values, which is listed on the same census page, showing the Rimpau real estate being worth $14,000 and his personal property being worth $8,000.<br />
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In 1870, Strobel was elected the first mayor of Anaheim and lobbied the State Assembly to create a new County to separate Anaheim from Los Angeles County. His idea? That the southern portion of Los Angeles County, to
which Anaheim was still part of, would now be known as Anaheim County-
with Anaheim being the County Seat. Unfortunately, Los Angeles lobbied against the bill and its San Francisco interests supported Los Angeles' stand on the matter, virtually killing the bill and defeating Strobel.<br />
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It was soon after this defeat that Strobel became even more determined to separate Anaheim from Los Angeles, so he goes to the people, creating his own newspaper "The People's Advocate." It is here that Strobel uses the means of the media to push his agenda, creating divisions in Anaheim. The newspaper only lasted a mere two years. He also came up with the idea for the Anaheim Street Car Company (horse drawn trolley cars) although he could not raise enough funds to get it started. The idea did remain in residents minds though, since Theodore Rimpau later helped get the ball rolling in 1887.<br />
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Literally no more mention of Strobel or his family could be found after his death in 1873. Even his death notice was very vague and no mention of a funeral or cause of death. It appeared as if he literally was forgotten as fast as the news spread that he had died. It seemed so strange, that a man who had put so much into trying to change the town, becoming mayor, running a newspaper and even his strange death could be wiped clean from Anaheim's history.<br />
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<b>This made me wonder even more...</b><br />
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<li><b> What was it that they wanted to forget? </b></li>
<li><b> Why was Max left out of the history? </b></li>
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Upon my further researching, I contacted a source of mine in London, England to try to find out just how Max Strobel died. The British archives online do not mention his death in the papers at all. Some records I found on our American archives state that he died in Anaheim while others say Amsterdam. So why the mystery in all of this? Well, according to what I found, Max was on business and was actually about to have a big meeting with British investors who were about to purchase not only Catalina Island, but southern properties in San Diego County, but Max never made it to his business meeting. Instead, he was found dead in his hotel room. There is no mention of how he died, or where he was taken for burial. I could not find any record of him being brought back to the U.S. so the location of his remains, remain a mystery.<br />
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The article mentioned earlier in the L.A. Times stated that he was working as an agent for James Lick when he died. Perhaps he was, although the information I have found leads me to believe he was working for many other people as well. For one, I found that Max was also working for a man known as John Forster (aka Don Juan), one of the largest land owners in California. It is mentioned that not only was Max Strobel in Europe in 1873 to sell Catalina Island, but that he was promoting the idea to have English settlers come over to San Diego County, (Rancho Santa Marguerita) to colonize in the very same way that Anaheim was started.<br />
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You see, Max Strobel was not who everyone thought he was. I don't think anyone really knew him completely. Yes, he worked as an agent in many transactions that I could find on record, but there was still more to him that many didn't know, and if they did, that is probably why they erased him from history.<br />
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I don't believe that Max died of natural causes that day on February 17, 1873 in his suite at the Threadneedles Hotel in London. No, I believe that Max's past caught up with him and that more than likely he was murdered. The last time his name had been mentioned in London papers was in 1855, causing a big scandal and many suspicions of him had been raised.<br />
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<b><u>JUST WHO WAS MAX STROBEL?</u></b><br />
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You see, about 15 years before he found himself in Anaheim, Strobel was mentioned in England's newspapers, suspected of working for the Russian Government as a spy in the United States.<br />
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<b>Wait, it gets even more interesting...</b><br />
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Other records, which was documented testimony of Strobel himself during the trial of a man named Hertz, who was tried and convicted for recruiting men in the United States to enlist for service under the English Government, tells another tale.<br />
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You see, Strobel was hired to be a Captain in the new "Foreign Legion" working for the British Government under the power of Sir Gaspard Le Marchant, Lt. Governor of Novia Scotia. His job was to recruit able bodied men in the United States, from the ages of 18-40 for an army that would be under the British command. <br />
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<i>"They devised a plan of violating the national sovereignty of the United States."</i>--("Papers Relating to The Treaty of Washington.") In fact, the whole idea was that they would recruit these men for a new army or "legion" that would travel within the borders of the U.S. or outside of the U.S. but acting under the command of England. The men were to be sent to Halifax under the guise of working on the railroads, but would then be enlisted and trained in the new military outfit assigned to them. They were promised to be paid $8 weekly, room and board, clothing expenses, and offered that if they give up 3-5 years of servitude to the crown that they could be given land in Canada or offered passage back to America or to their home country.<br />
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Of course this was treason, to turn against ones own country, so when the United States found out about this criminal behavior, many were arrested. I couldn't find out how on earth Max got away with this, but being that he openly testified in court, pretty much sealing the fate of Mr. Hertz, I think he was pardoned for any part he played in the whole thing.<br />
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The transcripts did more than tell me what Max was up to in 1855, but it also gave me a peek inside his head. You see, his literal word for word testimony was documented, and he answered a lot of questions.<br />
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By his own admission, Max Strobel stated that he was born and raised in Bavarria. He claimed that in 1849 he joined the revolutionists in Bavaria, working with the artillery. When Bavaria was defeated, he fled to Switzerland. He later traveled through France and England until 1851, when he secured passage to the United States in Havre. On May 13th he embarked on his journey across the Atlantic, arriving in June of 1851 to New York.<br />
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<i>"I came to this country; I was in New York several weeks, and then went to Washington, and there got employment in the Coast Survey Office. I was there until 1853, when I went out with the expedition to Oregon under Governor Stevens. I went up with him to Minnesota; I left his party out on the plains on Red River, and came back to Minnesota on the 7th of September, 1853, and came down to St. Louis, and started with Colonel Fremont on his winter expedition to San Francisco about this great Pacific Railroad. </i><br />
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<i>I have been assistant topographical engineer of Colonel Fremont. I left San Francisco on the 1st of May, 1854. I crossed the Isthmus, and came back with our Indians, and brought them up to Kansas again. From there I went back to Washington City, where I finished the maps for the works of Colonel Fremont, which I suppose are now before Congress.... I finished them in August 1854.</i><br />
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<i>Then I received a letter of recommendation from Mr. Benton, to the different directors of railroads to secure me a position as engineer. I went with this letter of recommendation or letter of introduction to Missouri. I took sick there, and was obliged to leave the valley of Mississippi, and come back to Washington City. When I came back to Washington, I was engaged in the Pacific Railroad office, at that time established in Washington, and was at work there until the 1st of February."--- Max Franz Otto Von Strobel-</i><br />
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It was after these events that he claims he was contacted by Mr. Crampton, who was working for Mr. Perkins and Mr. Hertz. <br />
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<u><b>England or Russia?</b></u><i> </i><br />
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During my research, I found affidavits that were filed
from several men, swearing of the knowledge of Captain Maximilian Franz
Otto Von Strobel of Bavarria as working as a spy under the command by the
Russian Government. One of the men testifying claimed that any
and all statements made by Strobel were lies and that men in the same
region of Bavarria who were in the artillery unit claimed no such man
ever served by the name of Strobel.<br />
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In fact, on October 26th, 1855 a man testified to this fact claiming:<br />
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<i>"Captain Max Strobel is, and has been for some
months past, in the pay of the Russian Government, and is
made use of by Russian officials in the United States; and he
says that the amount he (Strobel) receives for the same has
been openly stated, namely, the sum of twenty-five dollars a-
week." </i><i>--- M.A. Thoman.</i><br />
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<i>" Major Henry Jacob Tack, of Newark, New Jersey, United
States, swears that before the revolution in Baden he was an
officer in the Bavarian Artillery-that he knew every man in
the said artillery— that he understands thut Captain Max
Strobel gave out that he was not in the Bavarian Artillery at
all. The Major, however, has a recollection that there was a
man of the name of Strobel in some other branch of the army, in a subordinate capacity, who lay under a criminal charge."--- Henry J. Tack. per Charles Edwards</i><br />
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So just who was Max Strobel? Russian spy? Bavarian criminal? Or was he just an opportunist, that took advantage of every job he was offered, selling his allegiance to the highest bidder.<br />
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So what happened to Strobel after this whole ordeal? How does he always seem to slip away without being jailed or convicted? Who knows!<br />
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<b><u>SOLDIER OF FORTUNE?</u></b><br />
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By the the time the whole Russian/British spy thing had blown over, Strobel was long gone and headed down to Nicaragua with another "soldier of fortune," William Walker. Walker was a one time journalist, turned militia man from Tennessee who rounded up an army "The Immortals"and traveled south to Nicaragua to support Francisco Castellon from the Democratic party in Leon, who was fighting against the Legitimist party in Granada.<br />
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It was in Granada where Walker ultimately overtook the city, proclaimed himself the new President, and took control of the country of Nicaragua. He ruled for several years as a dictator, upsetting neighboring countries, who heard that he was interested in expanding his empire. Led by Legitimist Nicaraguans and other military from various South American countries, Walker was forced out of the country, only to be captured in Honduras in 1860 where he was later executed.<br />
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It seems that the company that Max Strobel kept was very dangerous. Why these parts of his life story have been kept in the dark so long is a question we will probably never get an answer to. I am sure the people who knew this story were ashamed and thus the reason why his life story was left out of the Anaheim history books.<br />
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Perhaps Strobel tried his hand at a somewhat legitimate lifestyle when he settled in Anaheim. But it is hard to say, being that he was under the employment of a lot of very powerful men in the state when he died. I personally think that when Max Strobel headed back to London in 1873, he was probably aware that the trip would be risky. He had testified against men who were under direct orders from the British Government to recruit an army within the United States. I am sure there were many people in London who did not forget that. So who killed him? How would there be any way to know? I am sure Max Strobel made many enemies in his lifetime, which leads to many suspects.<br />
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What I also find very odd is that only five months after Max's strange death, his wife, Mary Strobel died. The newspapers do not mention how, whether it was suicide, natural causes or murder. It does make me wonder though.<br />
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The probate records show that several people took parts of Mary's estate after she died. I also found records with the City of Anaheim mentioning Mary Strobel's estate being situated where the "Little People's Park" is. I am not certain if this is the same person, but it seems likely. Perhaps that is where their home was located originally. <br />
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In the end, the father of Orange County, the man who created the idea for Anaheim to break away from Los Angeles will be remembered with this blog. And Max Strobel's life and death will still remain that ever elusive mystery that we just can't seem to completely reveal. <br />
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(Copyright 2014- J'aime Rubio)<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Congressional Serial Set: Succession of Intercourse, page 14 (1858) </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">English Newspaper Archives </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Papers Relating to the Treaty of Washington, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Volume 1-</span> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="addmd">By United States. Department of State (pgs 542-567)</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="addmd">Census Records,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="addmd">LA Times archives (1987)</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="addmd">thenashvillecitycemetery.org/william_walker_article</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="addmd">Daily Alta California, </span></span><br />
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J'aime Rubio, Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00087085042404097820noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681381232049973276.post-29311983515887781192014-07-24T00:24:00.001-07:002014-07-24T00:24:10.812-07:00The Rea Family & Katella Ranch The popular street known as "Katella" has been around almost as long as Anaheim itself. <br />
But, how did the street get it's name? Well, that is a story all on its own. Before I get to that, first let me take you back, way back to the beginning, so you can know the entire history of this beautiful name.<br />
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<u><b> The Rea Family</b></u><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rea Home, El Cajon, CA</td></tr>
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Born in 1848, John Rea, was raised in his native country of Canada. Having contracted Tuberculosis in his early twenties, the weather in Canada seemed to worsen his condition making John yearn for a dryer climate. By 1873, John chose to leave his homeland and head south, to the United States. John chose to first settle in San Francisco, but soon he realized that had been a poor choice.<br />
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His next venture to find the right climate for his health was when he boarded a Steamer headed for Southern California. Arriving in Los Angeles, he had grown so ill that he had to be hospitalized for his conditions. An issue of the Orange Coast Magazine (1989) states that while John was hospitalized, he was asked by his nurse what he would like to eat. He asked for something he had only dreamed of at his prior homeland, strawberries and cream. It was said that once he had eaten the delicious treat, he realized that hard work and outdoor living would be the best thing for him. This epiphany of sorts, was said to have prompted him to join his brother in San Diego.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rea Family</td></tr>
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It was in San Diego, in an easterly town known as El Cajon, where John became a bee-keeper and later went back to Canada to marry his wife Margaret, and move her down to El Cajon to his farm. Their daughters were born in their small home in El Cajon. Kate, being born in 1876 and Ella in 1881. The family lived in their small house for many years, using whatever means they could to provide a living to the household.<br />
<br />Being that the home was situated near a stage coach line, many times they would offer meals to hungry travelers. This became a lucrative business move because it allowed them to save to purchase the very first grocery store in the city of El Cajon. In fact, there is a street named after John Rea right in town, Rea Street (also, the Rea Arts District is named after John Rea).<br />
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<b><u>Katella Ranch </u></b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rea Home (224 E. Broadway)</td></tr>
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By the late 1890s, John chose to sell his property in El Cajon and move up to Anaheim. The economy had become crippled after the terrible disease to the vineyards, and John took the opportunity to purchase land at a good price. After moving the family to Anaheim, he chose to start a walnut orchard. Wanting to be creative and have have a memorable name for his ranch, John combined the two names of his daughters, Kate and Ella, thus creating "Katella." Not only the ranch was known for this name, but also the dirt path that crossed the property up to the school house took the name as well.<br />
Although his ranch was located at present day Katella Ave., John Rea chose to move his family to a home closer in town, at 224 E. Broadway in Anaheim.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rea Sisters</td></tr>
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By the time the family had moved to Anaheim, his daughters were already teenagers, so they lived in Anaheim only a few years before both the girls and their mother moved to Northern California to attend college at the University of Berkeley. While there, Kate earned her master's degree in education, and later came back to Anaheim to be a school teacher at the first Anaheim High School. <br />
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Kate taught at Anaheim High School from 1901-1904 and Fullerton Junior College until she retired in 1921, after her father died. She was very involved at the Carnegie Building when the Anaheim Public Library was opened. She also served as the first chairwoman on the Library Board and remained on the Board for 45 years. She was a member of the Ebell Club and other various groups and charities, and also helped start Anaheim's first PTA. Her sister Ella, married William Wallop on May 19, 1909. Unlike her sister, Kate never married, but instead threw her life into her work and taking care of her mother until she passed away in 1931.<br />
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What I found interesting is that the archives state that the home John Rea built at 224 E. Broadway was sold in 1919 to a former Anaheim mayor, Louis Miller. The home was then moved in 1922 to 125 <span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span></span>W. Elm Street. Then in 2007, the same home was moved once again, now to the location at 129 W. Stueckle Ave. The odd part about this, is that Ella Rea Wallop's obituary states that Kate (who was still alive) was living at 224 E. Broadway. Does that mean that Kate moved back to the spot where her family home once stood? Interesting thought.<br />
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Many people are unaware of when Kate died, and where she is buried. Her sister Ella was buried at<br />
Loma Vista Memorial, in Fullerton in the Mausoleum. However, Kate was buried at Forest Lawn Cemetery in Glendale under her legal name "Ellen Kate Rea"-- (Born: March 21, 1876- Died: February 24, 1972) Why her real name is very rarely mentioned, any information on her death and why she was buried so far from Anaheim, I guess is a mystery for us all. Hopefully, one day I can find out and you can bet I will write about it here.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">E. Kate Rea, 1970</td></tr>
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The next time you drive around Anaheim and you see the street sign "Katella," please take a second and remember that it once was known for the walnut ranch owned by Mr. Rea and his family. Remember that the street was once just a small dirt path that crossed the property up to the old school house. Do not forget that its humble beginnings started in the mind of an eager man who came to California to start life anew and lived the American dream to the fullest. This path witnessed Anaheim in its early beginnings, only to become the large street that remains today. Think of who it was who started that name, and the family legacy they have left Anaheim for generations to come.<br />
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Sources:<br />
<b>All photos from Anaheim Public Library Archives Collection</b> <br />
Orange Coast Magazine, 1989<br />
Early Anaheim-(Book) <br />
Great California Registers<br />
Census Records,<br />
Birth and Death Records,<br />
San Diego- El Cajon History<br />
Anaheim History (APL Archives)<br />
Findagrave<br />
Obituary Notices<br />
Loma Vista and Forest Lawn Cemetery<br />
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<br />J'aime Rubio, Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00087085042404097820noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681381232049973276.post-46619166777728784672014-07-22T00:03:00.002-07:002017-12-20T09:11:21.150-08:00Early Anaheim Libraries<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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Sitting on Anaheim Boulevard, looking just as lovely as the day it was constructed, sits the Carnegie Building. Erected in 1908 and opened on New Year's Day of 1909, the Carnegie Building has withstood World War I, the Great Depression, the earthquake of '33, the flood of '38, World War II and so much more. It stands today as archaic reminder of the beauty and class that Anaheim and its residents once had. Designed by the Griffith Park Observatory architect, John Austin, and constructed by Kuechel and Rowley, the Carnegie Library shows a distinguished character that time cannot seem to diminish.<br />
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What many people do not know though, is that this was not the first library in Anaheim. Originally, Cornelius Bruce, proprietor of the Candy Kitchen that was once located at 106 East Center Street (now Lincoln Avenue), first offered the back of his store as the first Public Library in Anaheim. It acted as the Public Library for several years until the city decided it was time to expand.<br />
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It was not until 1906, when the city clerk of Anaheim sent a request to Andrew Carnegie, to secure funds to build Anaheim a proper library. It took around five months before Carnegie's secretary, James Bertram contacted Anaheim's city clerk with the good news. Upon agreeing to the terms of their grants, Anaheim was to receive $10,000 in order to build their beloved library.<br />
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After receiving monies collected by all of Anaheim's residents, the property located on the corner of Los Angeles Street and Broadway was purchased for $2,400.00 from owner, William Koenig. The groundbreaking and cornerstone laying of what would become the Carnegie Building and Anaheim's first official library was done on November 21, 1908.<br />
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By New Year's Day of 1909, the library was officially opened!<br />
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The Carnegie Building remained Anaheim's library for over fifty years, until it became obvious that the building was just not large enough to accommodate the need for more books and visitor access according to the expansion in Anaheim's population.<br />
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By 1962, the city had built the Elva Haskett Branch at 2560 West Broadway. Named after Elva Haskett, a library staff member hired in 1925 who later became Anaheim's first children's librarian. It seemed that one location was not enough for the city, so by December 5, 1963, the property that originally housed the Theodore Rimpau house, was now the new Central Public Library located at 500 West Broadway. The Carnegie Building later housed city offices and then later became the Anaheim Museum and now, MUZEO.<br />
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Although the Central Library hasn't been around as long as the Carnegie Building, it has seen it's share of Anaheim residents and has become a familiar site to both the older and younger generations alike.<br />
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From the meager beginnings in the back of a candy store, to a distinguished and most beautiful structure as the Carnegie Building and then finally an even larger, and more modern design, Anaheim's libraries are all very special in their own ways. Of course Cornelius Bruce's Candy Kitchen, now only exists in our imagination via the wonderful photos in the Anaheim Public Library archives, one can only imagine the fun it must have been!<br />
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My mother grew up in Anaheim in the late 50's and early 60's and the Carnegie Building was and still is a wonderful memory of her childhood. From reading the books, running around downstairs (barefoot) during the summer months with her friends, to enjoying the activities the library offered to the kids, this place will forever be sealed in her mind as a place of happy memories.<br />
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My own memories of the library as a child was going to the Central Library on Broadway, to check out a book or two, maybe even renting a VHS tape of Alice in Wonderland or Sleeping Beauty. I even recall watching Dumbo there once in the early 80s with my mom and the staff giving out popcorn. As an adult, my very first investigation into the death of Enid Rimpau led me to this very library to the upstairs room where Anaheim history was kept. My grandfather, George MacLaren (who was a member of the "Friends of the Library" and a former President of the Anaheim Historical Society), often referred me to the library whenever I had questions about any history related stories.<br />
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In the end, Anaheim's libraries may very well have been the catalyst that inspired me to become the investigative writer that I am. I have always been fond of books, and even more fond of history. I am very grateful that Anaheim has kept their records, photos and history archived for historians, such as myself, who continue to dig for more information on Anaheim's past.<br />
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It really comes full circle when you realize that Anaheim's libraries are not only a part of its history, but Anaheim's history is also very much part of Anaheim's Public Library!<br />
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(Copyright 2014-J'aime Rubio)<br />
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All photos thanks to Anaheim Public Library Archive Collection!J'aime Rubio, Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00087085042404097820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681381232049973276.post-19311510113355848002014-07-18T00:34:00.002-07:002014-07-19T09:55:48.852-07:00James Smith Gardiner- Anaheim Physician and Post Master<div data-angle="0" data-canvas-width="501.56400000000025" data-font-name="g_font_24_0" dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 12px; left: 54.1px; top: 83.94px; transform-origin: 0% 0% 0px; transform: rotate(0deg) scale(0.975805, 1);">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">By the time that James was 22 years old, he enlisted in the military, serving as a Private in the 37th Regiment, Tennessee Infantry. His unit fought conflicts from Atlanta to Murfeesboro, Tennessee and North Carolina.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Sadly, during his service he was stabbed by a Union sympathizer and had to be relieved of his duties, although records state he did receive the Southern Cross in 1903 for his service. After the war was over, James returned home and attended Medical School at the University of Pennsylvania, graduating in 1865. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">When James was 29 years old, he moved out west to California to open a practice in Anaheim. While in Orange County, James met the lady who would become his wife, Maria Keener Tarver, (in photo to the right). She was recently widowed and mother of one young child.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">After the pair were wed, they had two daughters of their own, Mary Ella and Nancy. At the age of 8, Nancy died, and is buried at the Anaheim Cemetery.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">As the book "Tam Blake & Co." states: <i>" The Anaheim histories suggest that, like so many American doctors in the late 1800s, his services were often repaid with 'hay, wood, pork and promises,' very seldom in hard cash. However, Dr. Gardiner, who also served as postmaster in Anaheim, is best remembered as the man who performed the first Caesarean operation in Orange County. On this occasion, he was paid in coin- twenty-five dollars."</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Although some records state that Dr. Gardiner passed away on November 8, 1905, the Anaheim Cemetery records state that his death date was actually November 9th, 1905, and his burial was on the 11th.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Dr. Gardiner and his wife and young daughter are interred at Anaheim Cemetery.</span></div>
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" Residence of Dr. and Mrs. James Smith Gardiner, located at 312 North
Lemon Street, Anaheim; image shows front view from Lemon
Street with seven figures standing in front of
house identified, from left to right, as Richard L. and wife Ella (née
Gardiner)
Coons (daughter of J.S. and Marcia [SIC] Maria Gardiner)
standing on the front porch; standing outside white picket fence around
front
yard are Miss Mollie Rector, August Backs, James
Smith and wife Maria J. (née Tarver) Gardiner, and Mrs. Renz; a
windmill
tower and vane are visible at far right."</div>
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FamilySearch.com</div>
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"Tam Blake & Co."- Jim Hewitson (1993)</div>
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Census & Marriage records.</div>
J'aime Rubio, Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00087085042404097820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681381232049973276.post-1889379300841055982014-06-09T23:54:00.001-07:002014-06-09T23:56:31.567-07:00Tidbits of Anaheim History<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi79tzsziJSgLRokpKAldRDxwqTXS0O2A6ljRXAAPf4MUP2uvD9daGh2GwoIu-9gFEitmJmZBk8Je12Zhv3N-OWZnPkDu4xjc04bR8m3kEkGYKt1k8E57Q65UIUP4fpvmscwbOKpY-7UJc/s1600/newspaper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi79tzsziJSgLRokpKAldRDxwqTXS0O2A6ljRXAAPf4MUP2uvD9daGh2GwoIu-9gFEitmJmZBk8Je12Zhv3N-OWZnPkDu4xjc04bR8m3kEkGYKt1k8E57Q65UIUP4fpvmscwbOKpY-7UJc/s1600/newspaper.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a><span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">ANAHEIM GAZETTE- NEWSPAPER </span></span><br />
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<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">In
September of 1870, G.W. Barter of the firm Hamilton & Barter, which
were publishing the "Daily Star", retired from his post there and
started his own paper, the "Anaheim Gazette." He bought the old press
from the "Star" which had originally came from the "Wilmington Journal"
as well....this press was ancient but worked and got the paper going.
Sadly, in 1877, the original building for the "Gazette" burned down and
with it went it's old press. </span></span><br />
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ANAHEIM HIGH SCHOOL<br />
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first Anaheim High School, Circa 1901. Quoted from the Anaheim Public
Library archives, it states: "Anaheim High School, built in 1901, the
first high school built in Anaheim district and third in Orange County;
located at 608 W. Center Street (later Lincoln Ave.); sold to the
elementary school district in 1911; demolished 1937 and became site of
Fremont Junior High School, which closed in 1979 and was demolished in
1980."</span></span><br />
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is a historic photo of the graduating class of Anaheim High School,
1902! (top row from left to right: Arthur G. Baker, Carl Zeus; Bottom
left to right: Olga Boege and Ruth Enearl.)--</span></span><br />
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Commercial Hotel, located at 182 West Center Street (now Lincoln
Avenue) at the corner of Lemon Street. It was originally known as the
Anaheim Hotel, built by Henry Kroeger (2nd Mayor of Anaheim). When Max
Nebelung purchased the hotel in the late 1890s, he changed the name to
the Commercial Hotel. (Photo Circa 1915; APL Archives)</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption"><span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">All photos came from Anaheim Public Library Archives. </span></span> </span></span>J'aime Rubio, Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00087085042404097820noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681381232049973276.post-80477222749253326282014-06-08T03:57:00.000-07:002018-07-04T19:16:58.972-07:00History Of The Woelke-Stoffel House<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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If you have ever driven past this house on West Street in Anaheim, I am sure it has caught your eye. You may have even wondered about who might have lived in this house such a long time ago. You may have even recalled the time when people referred to it as the "Red Cross House," however this home is actually called the "Woelke-Stoffel House." Named after two of it's owners, John Gottlieb Woelke and Peter Stoffel, this home is one of the most beautiful Queen Anne designs in architecture that Anaheim has ever seen. <br />
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Born in Germany around 1838, John Gottlieb Woelke immigrated to the United States with his wife and family in 1878. He became a naturalized citizen on August 23, 1888 in Chicago, Illinois. While in Chicago, he became a successful restauranteur. By 1894, John had moved to Anaheim, bringing with him his wife Anna Wilhelmina Hopp Woelke, his mother Caroline Woelke and his children. When he came to Anaheim, he purchased the property on the southwest corner of what was West Center Street and Palm (which would be Lincoln and Harbor streets today).<br />
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The home was designed by architect, George Franklin Barber, and the building of it was overseen by contractor, Armstrong Davis Porter in 1896. It was stated that during the building of the home, the family lived in a barn that was constructed on the property. The Woelke family lived in the home at 524 W. Center Street, for several years before moving to Los Angeles in 1899. <span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption"></span></span><br />
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<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">After selling the home, John purchased the Hotel Argyle in Los Angeles, which was located on Bunker Hill on the corner of Olive and 2nd streets. Sadly, by June of 1906 a terrible fire swept through the Hotel Argyle and because of insufficient fire escapes in the building, (which John had been cited for prior to the fire), he was held accountable and was fined. His insurance did pay for the repairs which was estimated at $1,500.00 in damages. By December of 1906, only a few months later, John Woelke died of a sudden hemorrhage.</span></span><span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption"> He was instructing his painters at the current site of his new home on 3rd Avenue, when he fell down and began having a seizure. He died within a few minutes, which was later determined to be a brain hemorrhage. He was 68 years old.</span></span><br />
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In 1899, when John had left Anaheim, he sold the home to Isaac Lyons, the proprietor of <span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">Lyons
Hardware Store that was located in the Metz Building on the corner
of Los Angeles St (Anaheim Blvd) and Center St (Lincoln). Lyons was a
native of England who came to California in 1862. Lyons lived in the home with his family from 1899 to 1904 when he sold the house to another family, the Michod's. They lived there from 1904 to 1907 and then sold the home to another family, Olmstead's. This family would only live there for less than a year before Peter Stoffel and his family would buy it, and make this house their home in 1907.</span></span><br />
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Peter Stoffel was born in 1865, in Luxenbourg and he immigrated to the United States in 1890. He moved to Kansas and married his wife Mary-Elizabeth and settled there for several years, raising a family. He later moved to Anaheim, purchased the home on Center street and became a very successful citrus farmer<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption"> and
lived there the rest of his life. It wasn't until Peter's wife died, that the family estate sold the property to John Dwyer when the
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<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">John Dwyer's first wife, Marie Horstmann was from Anaheim's first families that settled there. It is said that she was the first baby born in Anaheim from the colonists families. She set aside some of her family land located on West Street in order to secure a spot for Anaheim's history to be preserved. In the late 1920s when the Hansen House (or "Mother Colony House") was going to be demolished, Marie Horstmann Dwyer was the one to make sure it would be moved to her family property on West Street. After Marie died, and when the Woelke-Stoffel house faced the same possible demolition in 1949, John Dwyer bought the home and moved it right next to the Hansen House on their property. By 1953, the home was then donated to the Red Cross to be used, where they kept the property until the home was officially sold to the City of Anaheim in 2006. It was re-dedicated in 2008 and part of what is now known as "Founder's Park."</span></span><br />
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<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">This home has seen many faces, has been a home to many families and also one of historical significance. It has been a museum and a wonderful place that thousands of children have visited on field trips for decades to learn about our town's earlier days. This home is a piece of Anaheim history, and one so well loved by Anaheim's citizens. This is a place that I hope remains open for future generations to learn about this town's wonderful history and all the people who made Anaheim a literal "home by the river." --</span></span><br />
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<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption"><b>UPDATE: Since I had published this story back in 2014, I noticed a website known as "Backpackerverse" posted their own completely fabricated story about this historical treasure. Let me make this clear, the house is not haunted and there is definitely no evil spirits in the home. I have been in contact with Cynthia Ward who has been a longstanding volunteer at the house as well as one of Anaheim's best historians. If she says its not haunted, please take her word for it. Thanks</b></span></span><br />
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<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption"><br /></span></span>J'aime Rubio, Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00087085042404097820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681381232049973276.post-73978281163102863752014-05-30T00:51:00.001-07:002014-08-04T20:58:02.670-07:00Theodore Rimpau- One of Anaheim's Earlier Pioneers<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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The patriarch of the Rimpau family of Anaheim, was none other than Theodore Rimpau. A Native of Germany, Theodore was born on September 28, 1826 to Matilda and John Christian Rimpau. Born into a very prosperous family, Theodore was schooled by only the best and was said to have spoken more than six different languages. His father, involved in exporting grain in Germany, was well connected with all the titled families of Europe and had many business affiliations with other countries in Northern Europe as well as Great Britain. Being so involved in the business, Theodore watched his father and learned well by him.<br />
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When he was still a teenager, Theodore traveled to Cuba to start one of the first sugar factories there. Sadly, the yellow fever epidemic was rampant and spreading while they were there, and Theodore's cousin, who had traveled with him to embark on this new business venture, grew ill and passed away. Theodore then left Cuba and headed for the states, via New York. By the time that word spread throughout the country of the discovery of gold in California, Theodore decided to try his hand at making a life for himself there instead. He claimed that he secured passage on the very first sailing vessel to travel from New York to California, via the passage of Cape Horn. The trip was dangerous and took months. The sea around Cape Horn was, and still is, one of the most treacherous passages in the ocean. Thankfully, Theodore made his way to present day San Francisco when the vessel arrived on February 28, 1848.<br />
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He hadn't been off the boat for long before he started making business dealings again, purchasing many vessels and starting his own trading company that would serve up and down the coast of California from San Francisco to San Diego. On one of his travels south, he stopped in Los Angeles and opened a mercantile store there. It was there in Southern California that Theodore met who would soon be his young bride, and the mother of his children, Francisca Avila. Sadly, during the first year of Theodore's trading company and mercantile business, he suffered a major set back. A terrible storm swept through and sank all his boats, and a sudden fire burned down his store. You would think that might have discouraged Theodore, right? Wrong! He came back stronger than ever.<br />
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He became very good friends with the Alcade of Los Angeles, Don Francisco Avila, who was also one of the richest ranchers in Los Angeles. A native of Sinaloa, Mexico, Don Francisco owned the Rancho Las Cienegas and the the Avila Adobe on Olvera Street (which is the oldest standing house in Los Angeles). A little fun fact is that not only did the Avila family reside in this home until 1868, but for a short time during the Mexican-American War, Commodore Robert F. Stockton took up residence in the home as well.<br />
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After asking Don Francisco for permission to marry his daughter, Theodore Rimpau and Francisca Avila were married December 23, 1850 at the Church known as <span dir="auto"><i>La Iglesia de Nuestra Señora la Reina de los Ángeles. </i>After the marriage, Don Francisco put Theodore in charge of many responsibilities in the family, including supervising the family estate while living in Los Angeles. By the mid 1860s, the Rimpau's moved from Los Angeles to Anaheim settling there and establishing roots that would last generations.</span><br />
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<span dir="auto">During his lifetime, Theodore Rimpau and his wife had 15 children: Adolf, Albert, Fred, Edward, Frank, Claudina, Matilda, Robert, Theodore jr., Sophia, John, Benjamin, James, Maria and a young son who died around 3 years of age which I cannot identify his name.</span><br />
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<span dir="auto">Mr. Rimpau had a very successful life in Anaheim. Not only did he start another mercantile business, but his was the most prosperous in town for over 20 years. He also was a very successful sheep farmer, where he raised his sheep in land which would be present day Fullerton. He served 25 years on the Board of Education and also two terms as City Councilman. The Rimpau family became one of the main families in Anaheim, socially active and involved in community affairs. They lived in a very beautiful, and upscale home located at </span>209 South Palm Street (present day Harbor Blvd). <br />
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Theodore lived to be 87 years old, passing away at his home on October 3, 1913. He was preceded in death by his wife, Francisca who had passed away at the age of 71, on February 7, 1903 while visiting her son in Los Angeles. They are both interred in the Rimpau Mausoleum at the Anaheim Cemetery located at 1400 East Sycamore Street. <br />
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(Copyright 2014- J'aime Rubio)<br />
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Some related sources: "California and Californians"- Lewis Publishing, 1932<br />
Photos: Anaheim Public Library Archives, Digital Library Collection,<br />
Los Angeles Public Library Collection (Public Domain).<br />
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