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John Vonderlin: 1905: Automobile Beach Run at Bradley Beach

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Story from John Vonderlin
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Hi June,
This June 4th, 1905 article from the
San Francisco “Call,” describes three
main routes the members of the Auto-
mobile Club of California can take to
their event in Santa Cruz. I wonder which
way I would have gone?
Spirit of adventure
and horse-assisted beach run or honk
vigorously, drive slowly and watch for
drivers coming the other way on curves?
Cape Horn and Alligator Rock would have
won hands down.
Enjoy. John

AUTOMOBILE CLUB PLANS
OUTING TO SANTA CRUZ
Three Routes, Each Offering Charms
of Its Own; May Be Taken From Oakland

The members of the Automobile Club
of California will rendezvous next
Saturday at Santa Cruz, the Sea Beach
Hotel being their headquarters. C. C.
Moore, captain of the run, and the ex-
ecutive committee of the club have is-
sued a circular to the members stat-
ing that favorable rates have been se-
cured from the hotels and arrange-
ments made for an ample supply of
gasoline and lubricating oil; as well as
for garage accommodation.
The members will reach Santa Cruz
by any route they may prefer. Three
roads are available. The first is by
way of Los Gatos, the Hotel de Red-
wood and Soquel, the distance by it
from Oakland being about eighty miles.
The road is one of the best, easiest and
most beautiful mountain roads in the
State, not having more than eight or
nine miles of hill and being nowhere
too steep for light-powered motor cars.
It is in fine condition and is strongly
recommended by the committee, as
signboards, give plain directions. The
time required from Oakland to Santa
Cruz is not more than five or six hours.
Members are cautioned to sound their
horns vigorously and proceed slowly
on curves to give any driver approach
ing an opportunity to turn out
The second route is by way of San
Jose, Gilroy, San Juan and Watson-
vllle. The only hills are some short
ones near San Juan, the route passing
through the canyon to the north of the
San Juan grade and joining the Pajaro
Valley near Watsonvllle. From Wasonville
to Santa Cruz the road is in fair condition
and comparatively level. Those who
choose this route should allow eight or
nine hours for the trip as the distance is
about 130 miles and a stop must be made
for luncheon.
The thlrd route is by way of Halfmoon
Bay and Pescadero. The road
passes over a rolling country and is in
excellent condition with a uniformly
smooth surface. The only drawback is
that about ione and a half miles of
beach must be crossed at a point twelve
miles below Pescndero. At low water, or
even at half tide, any motor car can run
along the beach. There will be a little
trouble in pulling off the beach through
dry sand to get on to the road again. To
obviate this a team of horses will be
stationed at the spot on Saturday, ready;
to pull the machines over the sandy
stretch.

Members who are attracted by the
spice of adventure on thls route can go
by way of Colma to.the coast and San
Mateo to Half moon Bay or by way of
Redwood City. to Pescadero
. Eight or
nine hours should bwe allowed for this
route.
 
 

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John Vonderlin: 1850s: Pigeons at Pigeon Point? Maybe…Maybe Not

Story by John Vonderlin
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Pigeons at Pigeon Point? Maybe…Maybe Not
Hi June,
I was able to find the source of the suggestion that Pigeon Point might have been named for pigeons, rather then the wreck of the Carrier Pigeon in 1853. It’s in a lengthy article entitled “The Pigeon Point Lighthouse.” It appeared in the May 24th 1896 issue of “San Francisco Call.” The relevant excerpt says:
Pigeon point is the only cape of any importance on the coast of California with an English name, but when, why, and by whom it was christened is not a matter of record in the lighthouse annals. There is certainly nothing about the place to suggest such a cognomen, nor are pigeons generally seen in the immediate vicinity. Old residents of Pescadero say that it got its name from a carrier pigeon station that was on the point years ago. The birds were used to carry the names of ships to San Francisco as soon as they were sighted. Of this there is no record, but it is known the Merchant’s Exchange had a semaphore station there in 1865. In weather when the semaphore could not be seen the dispatches were sent by horseback riders. If pigeons were ever used for the purpose, it must have been for a very short time, or many years previous.”

While I was glad to find the reference, it seems pretty shaky in reliability. I think the wreck of the Carrier Pigeon as the source is a lot more likely, given the newspaper reports I mentioned in the previous posting. Still, the carrier pigeon message systems were real on the coast, as I’ll show with an article about pigeons, the Farallones and the arrival of a notorious serial killer. Check out the Headlines from the article that I’ve attached as a ScreenShot and imagine translating this if English was a second language for you. Enjoy. John
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NOVEL USE FOR HOMERS
Speed of Birds Will be Pitted Against the Craft of a Monster.
WILL FLY FROM FARALLON
As Soon as the Swanhilda Is Sighted
the News Will Be Winged to
This City

 

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Did the Mysterious Mr. Mullen Become Pescadero’s Richest Man?

Story from John Vonderlin
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“Did Edward Mullen Become Pescadero’s Richest Man?”

Hi June,

 Here’s what seemed at first to be a non-interesting article about a resident of Pescadero who is never mentioned in the history books. It was only after I checked out the story of Mr. Blythe, that I realized what this was all about. Think of the case of Melvin Dummar and Howard Hughes, that was immortalized in film and endless reams of print, only a hundred years earlier, and you have a good idea of what is going on here. I’ll give a summary of the case and Mr. Blythe’s very interesting life, as well as the immense influence on the development of California that he had,in a following email. I’m still looking to see if Mr. Mullin ever returned to Pescadero as its richest man. This article appeared in the December 19, 1892 issue of “The Call.” Enjoy. John

HEIR TO MILLIONS.
A Local Claimant to the
Monroe Estate.
Edward Mullin, a Pescadero Ranch
man, Wants Recognition From
the New Jersey Courts

The Blythe case is only one of many which have sprung out of the influx of population into California during the days of the gold fever. Thomas H. Blythe, or Williams, (his real name) however, made his money here and heirs from abroad.

In the case of Edward Mullen, the peculiarity seems to be that he left a prospective fortune behind him, and has just reached the conclusion that nearly forty years of life on a California ranch have not left him a millionaire.

So, In the sixty-seventh year of his age, he is going to New Jersey to settle up a suit for hundreds of acres of most valuable property in the vicinity of Cape May. Mr. Mullin resides at the present time with bis family in an upper flat on Mission street, near Fifth. He has four married
daughters living in this city, and he and his wife present the appearance of thoroughly respectable, intelligent people. Mr. Mullin left his ranch at Pescadero about a year
ago. after living there thirty-four years, he still retains possession of the ranch, which he values at $6,000.

“I came to California from Baltimore in 1851,” said Mr. Mullin yesterday to a Call reporter. My people are among the oldest residents in New Jersey, and the property at Cape May, of which I am one of the heirs, has been In the family since 1702. ”I was born at Medford, N. J., on Febru-
ary 6, 1826. 1 have a sister, the only other surviving heir, who lives at 1310 North Chester Stree!, Baltimore, Md. Her name is Mrs. Mary A. Dulin.

“Our claim to the property is through our grandfather, Edwin Mullin, whose name appears in this letter.”

Mr. Mullin here handed the reporter a letter from Smith and Jeffords, attorneys of
511 Eleventh street, N. W. Washington, attorneys of D. C. The letter contained a reference to
Mr. Mullin’s. claims through Edwin Mullin to the property at Long Beach, Cape May, commonly known as the Monroe estate, and stated that Charles Evan Merrit’s attorney, of Mount Holly, N.J., had undertaken to push the case in the New Jersey courts. The attorneys frankly stated in this communication that the length of time which had elapsed since the estate was settled in Edwin Mullin’s time would complicate the suit and delay the present settlement, but they were the same time hopeful of a favorable issue.

“I have spent about $1000 so far in prosecuting my claim,” said Mr. Mullen, “and in the beginning of the year I am going to Baltimore to see my sister, who is pushing her claim jointly with me. I have the ranch here, but I am what you call a poo man, for if I were to sell the ranch it would be at a great sacrifice. I have a number of letters, as you see, which make my identity quite clear, and which ought to get me justice at once, but law is a slow, expensive protest anywhere.”

“I began life in California in the shoe business, but the first regular situation I went into was with Hutton & Sequr, auctioneers, on the corner of Sansome and Jackson streets. After that I set up in the shoe business myself in a little store on Sansome street, and then went to Pescadero. After living there five years I moved to a place in the same neighborhood and took up some Government land. I have ten children, all of whom are married but one. My people in the East belong to one of the old Quaker families of New Jersey. “I don’t know how much the Cape May property may be worth, but I have heard the figure stated at $5 or $6,000.000 If I should succeed in my suit I shall return to California. There is no country like it.”

Mr. Mullin is a hale old man and looks ten years younger than he really is. There is nothing of the visionary or enthusiast about him and his papers seems to fully substantiate his claim.

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John’s afterthought:

In the headline it should ask if Mr. Mullen became the richest Pescaderan, as he was the one seeking the long dead Mr. Blythe’s fortune.[ed. I got the headline wrong and just changed it.] Though, he never got them as far as I can tell. More likely he was being milked by pie-in-the sky lawyers who knew the letter was a forgery, but didn’t care. There certainly is no indication in the papers that he succeeded. I haven’t found the resolution of his specific case, but I’ve seen several others in short articles with headlines like”Thrown Out of Court…” This craziness went on for decades. The eventual winner grew up from a little girl to a widow before she finally won.
I suppose all this name confusion is appropriate, as the famous Mr Blythe, an Englishman, who became a San Francisco financier and developer, had a different name when he served five years in Botany Bay before coming to America. More on that soon.

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Hi June,

This is the background story of Mr. Blythe’s millions that Edward Mullen, a Pescadero rancher, had hoped to get part of. This is from a San Diego history website and might be copyrighted, but I thought you might find his story interesting. Are you familiar with the real estate, the Blythe Block, that he made his first millions on?  What plant is hemp-like? The vision of hundreds of thousands of acres of hemp, grown with Colorado River water, filling the Southland, is quite mind-boggling. A lot of his story, before and after his death, seems so Howard Hughes-like, bigger and weirder then life, that I’m not surprised Melvin Dummar leaped to mind when I first read Edward Mullen’s story. Enjoy. John

 In the early 1870’s, a San Diego resident by the name of O. P. Calloway became interested in the possibility of sufficiently controlling the waters of the Colorado River, through a system of levees and canals, to bring under cultivation a large flood plain lying some distance upstream from Yuma. This is the area now known as the Palo Verde Valley. Calloway made some preliminary surveys and apparently filed some claims on land. But, lacking sufficient funds to carry out his plan by himself, he managed to get interested in the project a wealthy San Franciscan by the name of Thomas Henry Blythe.

Blythe had come to California in 1849 from England. In late 1850 and early 1851, through the purchase of two quit-claim deeds for the total price of slightly over $2,000, he had acquired a triangular-shaped, blocksized parcel of real estate located amid the sand dunes in the northeastern portion of the San Francisco peninsula. This area afterward became the heart of downtown San Francisco and this single piece of property, which came to be known as the Blythe Block and which was bounded by Market, Geary, and Grant (then Dupont) streets, made Blythe a millionaire. From this beginning, he went on to acquire interest in a number of mines in California, Nevada, and Arizona, as well as some timber land in Oregon. Rather eccentric and something of a recluse, he travelled to Europe several times, but otherwise spent most of his time living in a cabin in the Trinity Mountains, at least until the mid-1870’s when he returned to San Francisco to reside.

Soon after getting Blythe interested in his project, Calloway was killed by Indians along the river. Blythe’s interest, however, not only continued but it grew. His first claim on land along the river, made under the state’s swamp and overflow law, was for about 40,000 acres. He also filed a water claim on the river and may have been the first person in the state to do so. Shortly afterward, he, or rather numerous people acting for him, filed on over 35,000 acres of additional land in this area, this time under the Desert Land Act of 1877. He also made another filing on Colorado River water. A little later, he filed on nearly 100,000 acres of additional swamp and overflow land and made yet another filing on the river. While there may have been a certain degree of overlapping, altogether he seems to have claimed a total of about 175,000 acres of land in this area and his filings on the river to have totaled nearly 400,000 miners’ inches of water. During the late 1870’s and early 1880’s, he reportedly spent almost $90,000 trying to bring these lands under cultivation. Although he was not successful, because of his early efforts, when the Palo Verde Valley finally was developed in the early twentieth century, its principal town came to bear Blythe’s name. By that time, however, Riverside County had been formed and the area was no longer part of San Diego County.

After two or three years, the hemp operation failed and most of the company’s shareholders became disillusioned with the venture. But not so Andrade. And not so another shareholder who had later been brought into the company, Thomas H. Blythe. Andrade and Blythe now reached some kind of oral agreement. They not only proposed to keep the venture going but to greatly expand the scope of the whole enterprise. Blythe was to supply the capital. Andrade was to supply his time and effort, his Mexican citizenship, and his not inconsiderable influence with the Mexican government.

As a start, Blythe bought up 90 per cent of the company’s shares, thereby gaining control of the 340,000 acres of land it held. Next, Andrade secured a contract from the Mexican government to build two wagon roads, the money for which was furnished by Blythe. One of the roads ran between Yuma and their company’s headquarters on the lower Colorado, a place called Cuidad Lerdo. The other road ran between the port of San Felipe, on the Gulf of California, and Real del Castillo, then the capital of northern Baja California and the center of gold mining activity. In return for building these roads, Andrade obtained title to approximately 575,000 acres of additional land on the Mexican portion of the delta. One key parcel of land, the Rancho de los Algodones, nearly 48,000 acres lying along the west bank of the Colorado just below the international boundary, was purchased by Blythe from its private owners. Altogether, the two men now held title to virtually the entire Mexican portion of the delta, an unbroken tract of land extending along both sides of the river and stretching from the international line to the Gulf of California.

Next, Blythe and Andrade, along with two prominent Mexican political figures, one of whom, Manuel Romero Rubio, was President Diaz’s father-in-law, formed a second company and acquired title to the islands of Tiburon, San Esteban, and Angel de la Guarda. They also acquired the lands surrounding practically all the feasible port sites in the northern half of the Gulf; obtained concessions for fishing, pearling, etc.; established a steamship line; and secured a franchise and subsidy to build a railroad from the head of the Gulf to connect with the United States. In all, they acquired about one and one-half million acres of land and almost complete control over the entire northern Gulf region.

Blythe’s estate, exclusive of the Mexican holdings, was worth between $2,000,000 and $3,000,000. Although Blythe’s attorney, W. H. H. Hart, claimed that Blythe had made a will, and produced an office copy to prove it, no legally admissible will was ever found. For a man of such wealth to die without leaving a will was bound to bring about extensive litigation; yet no one could have foreseen the legal snarl that actually came to pass. Nearly two hundred aspirant heirs from various parts of the United States and the United Kingdom filed their claims with the San Francisco probate court. It was to take seven years before the court made a preliminary award of the estate; ten more years before that award was conclusively upheld; and an additional thirteen years before law suits emanating from the estate were ultimately settled. Both state and federal courts were used. Some thirty appeals were taken to the California Supreme Court and four appeals reached the U. S. Supreme Court. Blythe’s illegitimate daughter, Florence, the eventual sole successful heir to his estate, spent an estimated one million dollars winning the case. The heiress was living in England and only ten years old when her father died. By the time she collected the inheritance, she had grown up, married, and become a widow. Fortunately, throughout the long hassle the Blythe Block continued to appreciate in value.

There were a number of rather sordid aspects to the struggle for Blythe’s estate. One of the claimants, Nellie Fermin, was an ex-mistress with whom Blythe had had a nasty legal battle, a few years before. Another claimant, Alice Edith Dickason, had been living with Blythe for several years prior to his death. She claimed half the inheritance should come to her as his common-law wife. Unfortunately for her, since she was much younger than Blythe, he had usually introduced her as his niece. Therefore, in the eyes of the law, he was her common-law uncle, not her husband. It also turned out from the various court proceedings that Blythe’s name was actually not Blythe at all, but Thomas Henry Williams.

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Hi June,

  Here are some headlines and drawings from the Blythe case. Note that in 1894 the final decision was made, only to have it re-opened 7 years later, eighteen years after Mr. Blythe’s death. What a mess. Enjoy. John

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John Vonderlin: Who Came Up with the Carrier Pigeon Point? I want to know…

Story by John Vonderlin

Email John (benloudman@sbcglobal.net) 

I had mentioned in an earlier posting that somebody, somewhere, had written that somebody had thought that the name for Pigeon Point might not originate from the wreck of the Carrier Pigeon on the Point in 1853. Well, I haven’t found the vague, so-called source of my mentioning again, a source which is contrary to all other sources I’ve seen.

 Without dismissing the outlier entirely, here is a probable timeline for the evolution of the name, taken from the newspapers of the time.  Even more interesting, the seeming point of change to its modern form, Pigeon Point, may have occurred in just one day.  To clear up this last sentence I should mention that the papers initially referred to it as Carrier Pigeon Point, and then shortened it to Pigeon Point. Here’s what I found in the Newspaper Archives, all from “The Daily Alta.”

When I used “Pigeon Point,” as a search term in the Newspaper Archive, I got 700 hits. Using the “Advanced Feature,” I restricted the Search from 1849, the earliest issues, to 1857, four years after the wrecking of the Carrier Pigeon. There were a more manageable 15 hits. Of those, the earliest were in 1853, after the Carrier Pigeon ran aground, on June 6th. There was ones on November 23rd and December 10th of that year. Both were in a regular feature called “Shipping Intelligence.” It details the comings and goings of ships, and what and how much they carry, and for and to whom. Both include the term “Carrier Pigeon Point” as a location spot for one ship reporting another ship’s location. That continues in “Shipping Intelligence” reports several times in 1855. On June 11th, there is a “Shipping Intelligence” report that offers both Carrier Pigeon Point and Pigeon Point in different sightings reported.

On the next day, June 12th, 1855 the “Warning To Navigators,” letter you previously posted, was printed in “The Daily Alta.” (Steeple Rock posting) There is never a use of Carrier Pigeon Point again, only Pigeon Point, at least in the old newspapers. 

After this evidence, to get me to believe pigeons had anything to do with the Point’s name will take some real good proof.  Enjoy. John

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John Vonderlin: The Sea Gilly and the Gazos

Story by John  Vonderlin

Email John (benloudman@sbcglobal.net)

Hi June,

I found the source for the alternate version of the origin of the name of Gazos Canyon. My previous understanding was based on the Gazos Canyon guided tour we went on. During which, a rhetorical question about the canyon’s name’s origin got a chorus of “herons” from some of the hike’s participants. It was said that gazos was the Spanish word for “herons.” While my Spanish vocabulary is pretty good, the section for types of birds doesn’t go too far beyond pollo and pavo, and of course paloma, the bird which was, I read somewhere,  possibly the source of Pigeon Point’s name, not the shipwreck of the Carrier Pigeon. So, I accepted it as fact, and posted it in my story.

Well, I found the source of the alternate theory again, and it’s Tess Black’s book, “Portraits of Pescadero.” In the “Steele Family Section,” on Page 145, she’s discussing Rensselaer Steele Sr. in 1879, and has this sentence: “”The property included “a narrow, spring-fed ravine” that ran along the coast about a half-mile south of where the Gazos Creek (named for the Clove Pink or Sea Gilly flower, that grew in the area) flows into the ocean.”"
This became the Gazos Ranch, that Harvey Mowry, documents so well in his book,”Echoes From Gazos Creek Country,” I’d tell you what he might have to say about this, but his book starts in 1862, and doesn’t seem to mention it.
Well, I looked up Clove Pink and Sea Gilly and here’s a little Wikipedia info that turned up a strange connection, that might or might not be related.

Sea Gilly A name given by writers to the clove pink (Dianthus Caryophyllus)

(Clove Pink) is a species of Dianthus. It is probably native to the Mediterranean region but its exact range is unknown due to extensive cultivation for the last 2,000 years. It is the wild ancestor of the garden Carnation
It is a herbaceous perennial plant growing to 80 cm tall. The leaves are glaucous greyish green to blue-green, slender, up to 15 cm long. The flowers are produced singly or up to five together in a cyme; they are 3–5 cm diameter, and sweetly scented; the original natural flower colour is bright pinkish-purple.
The name Dianthus is from the Greek words dios (”god”) and anthos (”flower”), and was cited by the Greek botanist Theophrastus.
The colour pink may be named after the flower. The origin of the flower name ‘pink’ may come from the frilled edge of the flowers: the verb “pink” dates from the 14th century and means “to decorate with a perforated or punched pattern” (maybe from German “pinken” = to peck). Source: Collins Dictionary. The verb sense is also used in the name of pinking shears

The Sea Gilly connection was problematic for me. Though there was only one far-northern, species of Dianthus native to this continent, it;s possible there are look-a-likes, or that its worldwide cultivation suggests an early introduction by settlers to the coastside and its possible thriving, upon escape. But, I’m not sure of the connection between “Gilly” and “Gazos,” as there is none mentioned.
The trouble with the Spanish-heron version is that “garza” not “gazo,” is the Spanish word, at least these days, for “Heron.” Admittedly “Las Garzas,” is difficult enough to pronouce that a change might be likely through the years. But, what happened to the “Los,” as in Los Gazos Creek, and how did it become a masculino noun, changing its gender from “una garza”?
Here’s a third theory. White House Canyon, the one just south of Gazos Creek Canyon, got it’s name from the two story, white-painted house Isaac Graham built on a flat above the little creek, in the 1850’s. In Harvey’s book, he says, Isaac (Steele) recalled hearing how Graham’s house, sitting isolated and painted white, had been a landmark for early (1850’s) northbound ships. And that might be relevant because the only language I could find that gazos means anything is Portuguese, where it means albinos.
A fourth theory, which is similar, would be that the nearby white cliffs, or chalk ridges as they were known then, which had been mentioned as early as Portola’s expedition, and were clearly visible from passing ships, might be the “albinos” instead.
The odd coincidence I was reminded of, was that President William’s McKinley’s family, and President Herbert Hoover’s family, had strong connections to this essentially empty, isolated-to-this-day remote area.
Here’s another odd fact I found in the Wikipedia Dianthus article:that might be connected. Could young William’s’s love of carnations been initiated by time spent on the Gazos Creek where his brother James had a sawmill?

The state flower of Ohio is a scarlet carnation. The choice was made to honour William McKinley, Ohio Governor and U.S. President, who was assassinated in 1901, and regularly wore a scarlet carnation on his lapel.[6]

Enjoy. John
P.S. By the way there’s a picture of an apple box label from Chalk Ridge Orchards, Torquay, California, Grown and Packed by I.C. Steele, in Tess’s book. It’s on Page 158.
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John Vonderlin: Sea Serpents, Now and Then

Hi June,
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My weekly visit to Invisible Beach, was somewhat disheartening. Though any R & R from the pressure cooker demands of caregiving to the extremely vulnerable is welcomed, the continued inactivity at Neptune’s Vomitorium isn’t. The sand is actually higher then ever, completely blocking its throat, apparently preventing Neptune from presenting us with a technicolor yawn of non-buoyant debris.

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Returning to the car we drove south and stopped a few hundred yards north of Pebble Beach, just south of Pescadero Point. I often see school buses stopped there, with hordes of kids experiencing the beach and the reef below the cliffs. It’s a fair sea glass hunting spot, and after seeing no interesting flotsam on the beach, we started doing just that. That pursuit tired quickly, even though I found two blue pieces of glass, relative rarities. We decided to hike over the rocks, around a point, to Pebble Beach. As we approached them, I saw the Sea Serpent hidden behind a large boulder. It was huge. And dead. At least thirty feet long, with a head that seemed to be all mouth

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A huge mouth, though it was more like a Pterodactyl’s beak, that could easily have swallowed a man. This creature, this thing, looked like nothing I’d ever seen washed up on any beach in the world. It creeped me out. Were those nuts running the Cryptozoology websites for Big Foot, Nessie, and the Bog Monster actually visionaries, revealing the truth to those willing to listen? Probably not, but there are mysteries unsolved about the abyssal depths of the ocean.

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Having called the Marine Mammal Society and Ray Bandar, we should know whithin a few days whether or not this is a Sea Serpent or just a Sea Monster. I have a theory involving dragons, still surviving on an unknown island, but for now, I’m sticking with the conventional story: SEA SERPENT ASHORE AT PESCADERO POINT!
And unlike all the gentlemen in the following story, or the CryptoZoology website creators, I’ve got clear pictures that prove it. Enjoy. John

August 5, 1906 San Francisco Call
AND NOW THE SCIENTISTS SEE THEM
THE SAN FRANCISCO SUNDAY CALL

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VERILY, the perversity of mankind passeth all under-
tandlng! And if there be any of you who would challenge
the justice of this aphorism, first let him reflect for a
moment on the fact, that we talk of the phoenix as if it
were real and of the sea serpent as though it were a
purely mythical beast! But the sea serpent is probably
himself to blame for this, inasmuch as he is indiscrete
enough to show himself from time to time to those who
go down to the sea in ships. Hence, as with other
distinguished mortals, everybody who has occasion to
cross the ocean burns for an opportunity to boast to an
acquaintance with this distinguished dweller in the deeps.
A vast amount, has been written about the sea serpent,
but at all the stories that have been told it is sad to reflect
that those of the clergymen surpass in wildness of elab-
oration even the yarns invented with intent to deceive. At
least, so says Frank Bullen—and he ought to know, .
One or two, of the more serious accounts are worth
repeating. No longer ago than 1891 one Peter Nelson, a
quartermaster, and therefore “an honorable man,” saw
from the deck of the Rotomahana, a beast with the head of
an eel and fins ten feet long rise thirty feet out of the water.
It was dark above and white below. He gave a long account
of this strange beast, yet, so far, those. whom he intended
to convert only reply that: It was “Very, likey a whale”— in
short, that he saw nothing more than a whale ”breaching.”
Captain McQuhae of H. M. S. Daedalus and his officers in
1848 created a great sensation in England by a sea serpent
story which at the time was discredited by the late Professor
Sir Richard Owen. But, time brings its revenges, for it may
turn out that the professor was wrong. Briefly, they reported
having seen an enormous serpent with its head and shoulders
some four feet out of the water and some sixty feet of its body
on the surface:
It passed rapidly so close to the ship that a man’s features
at the same distance, could easily have been distinguished. It
had no fins, but something like seaweed washed about its
back.
Now, within the last few days, the honor of he and his
officers, or rather, their credit as observers, has been vindicat-
ed, for at the last meeting of the Zoological Society of London,
E. B. Meade Waldo and M. J. Nicoll described a creature
seen by them from the deck of the Earl of Crawford’s yacht
^The Valhalla,’ which bears a remarkable resemblance to that
seen from the Daedalus. These two men accompanled
Lord Crawford as naturalists, during his usual winter cruise.
Both are well known naturalists, and one is a member of the
Council at the Zoological Society. The story they unfolded to
a breathlessly excited assembly of the fellows is briefly this:
When off Para on December 7, 1905, at 10 a. m. they were
standing on the deck of the yacht when their attention was
caught by a curious sail-like object of about four feet long and
two feet high waving from side to side in the water. No sooner
had they turned their glasses on this strange object than
there appeared a huge eel-like neck, some six feat long and
as thick as a man’s thigh, and this neck was surmounted, by
a great turtle-Iike head with large eyes, now borne high, above
the sea, which was quite calm. It was dark colored above
and silvery white below. After a few moments, the head and
neck were slowly lowered, and when level with the water were
violently lashed from side to side, churning up the sea into a
great sheet of foam, and then it vanished.
This is noteworthy, because when Mr. Nicoll came on deck
after breakfast,one of the officers came up and reported that
during the night he saw a strange commotion in the water. At
first he thought it was a rock “awash,” but a more careful
examination showed that it was a beast of some kind,
traveling faster than the ship, which was then making only
about eight and a half knots. The officer “hailed the deck” and
the lookout man, and thus got witnesses to this weird
phenomenon.
Seriously, we can no longer regard the “sea serpent” as a
myth. There can be no question that the ocean harbors some
secret, which we have not yet penetrated. It seems unlikely
that this evasive creature should be a descendant of the old
Plesiosaurs which became extinct millions of years ago,
though the resemblance to those monsters is striking. More
probably it will prove to be some bizarre form of reptile. But
the resemblance between the descriptions given by these
gentlemen and. that given by the officers of the Daedalus
agrees too closely to the passed by, and, furthermore, both
agree with the description of a similar creature seen off
Tonquin some four years since. It is possible that it may
even prove to be a “serpent.” For it is well known that the
land snakes once possessed limbs, and some gigantic
forms of sea snakes may well have preserved their limbs,
though now transformed into paddles, like those of the
turtle and whale.

seeserpent

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John Vonderlin: Meet Josiah P. Ames

Story from John Vonderlin
Email John (benloudman@sbcglobal.net)
Hi June,
  Here’s a biography of Josiah P. Ames, from “The History of San Mateo” book on Archives.org.
 
Hon. J. P. Ames. The following narrative of the life of one of Califor- 
nia’s earliest pioneers will be found worthy of perusal, replete as it is with 
incidents of a busy life. Mr. Ames was born in England, on January 23, 1829. 
He came to the United States with his parents when but six months old, and 
the family settled in New York City. They moved to Hartford, Connecticut, 
and in Dutchess county, New York, the subject of our memoir received his 
primary education at the common schools, and his academic learning at a 
seminary in that county. After finishing his education, he went to New York 
City, and was one of the men who came to this coast in the historic Stephen- 
son’s regiment in 1847. To give the reader a better knowledge of the move- 
ments of Mr. Ames while with this regiment, we refer them to its history. 
Suffice it to say, that he was honorably discharged at Monterey, in September 
1848. We next find him in the mines at Mokelumne Hill, Calaveras county, 
and in this place, and other mining regions of California, he remained until 
185G, when he went to Half Moon Bay, San Mateo county. We believe of all 
the men that we have had the privilege of writing about in California, those 
who came in Stephenson’s regiment possess the most interest. They were all 
bold, resolute men, men who let no trifles hinder them from achievino- the 
purposes and aims of life which they had mapped out. At the very ouset of 
Mr. Ames’ coming to Half Moon Bay, his public career commenced. He was 
first elected supervisor, in 1860, and this office, with the exception of a few 
years, he continuously held until 1881. In 1875 he was appointed by Gover- 
nor Booth to settle the Yosemite claims, and so faithfully and well did he 
perform this duty, that he was selected by the republican party and elected to 
represent the people of his county in the legislature, in the winter of 187(5-7. 
He was appointed warden of the State Prison at San Quentin by Governor 
Perkins. We believe, therefore we say, that no man has ever had charge of 
this institution that has’ managed it with more economy, and we know no one 
has made the improvements, which will result in so great a profit to the state, 
as those made by Mr, Ames. The jute factory has in the past year saved to 
the farmers of this state money enough to endow Judge Ames with a princely 
fortune. In 1867 he erected a landing, the first on the coast in this county, 
which for all time to come will bear his name. 
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John Vonderlin: Part 2: Pescadero’s Oil Potential

Part II

Story by John Vonderlin

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Hi June,
   This is Leon Harnett’s second installment in his evaluation of the potential ol wealth of the Coastside. It was published in “The Daily Alta” on December 2nd, 1865. He sounds like a fascinating person, though his predictions of Pescadero being the largest city on the Coastside and the amount of oil available in the region was vastly overstated. I’m looking for the letter he mentions at the end of this one, that was going to detail the efforts that were planned or had commenced to harvest the expected bonanza of black gold. Enjoy. John
 
 SANTA CLARA AND SANTA CRUZ OIL LANDS. No. 2
 
 Editor Alta :— I have not hurried my account of the oil lands of these counties as much as many residents therein desired, for reasons which appeared to myself satisfactory. After an examination of this region, extending through eight months, I hold these lands, from their extent, richness, and proximity to this city, so important to tbe State, that I was naturally anxious to have my account supported, either by the evidence of further developments, or of disintererted parties, who, since my communication in July, have been out to examine for themselves. If, therefore, this letter, like the former, should be considered exagerrated, I am fortunate in having the testimony of your correspondent from San Gregorio, the northern extent of tbe region in question, the editor of the Santa Cruz Sentinel, and several men of wealth and character in San Francisco, who, at my instigation, after a personal examination, have recently made extensive locations on 
PESCADERO CREEK. 
 I have, now. therefore, the advantage of writing under endorsement in every particular. It is true, I spoke of Pescadero Creek in high terms, because, apart from its marvellous indication of oil in abundance, it has advantages of a local nature no other section in the State possess; and, those advantages, even if its prospects were less flattering and reliable than those of more distant regions, would justify all I said of its claims upon the attention of capitalists. Tbe subject, taken in connection with tbe depressed state of our mining interests at the present time, is suggestive and it may be neither uninteresting nor unprofitable to pursue to the end. I live under a settled conviction, from a thorough knowledge of those counties, and some knowledge of petroleum, that if we have oil in this country, Pescadero will ultimately equal Oil Creek and Pithole, in the East. Two years ago, I was laughed at by the public as a visionary dreamer, for saying our supply of copper In 1866 would exceed tbat of Great Britain, with her foreign and colonial produce added, by 120,000 tons per annum, if our mines already developed, with those on the point of being developed, were worked with prudence to their utmost capacity of yield. At the close of 1865, tbe public find my prediction verified within a fraction, and now give me credit for its boldness. My calculations about oil are made from as safe a basis as those I made about copper, and I have equal confidence in their proving true eventually.
 The Localities of Pescadero, San Gregorio, Lexington, Etc..
 Possess advantages for economical operations which no others possess that I have seen in the entire distance from Del Norte to San Luis Obispo. In oil, in gold, copper, or any other branch of mining, while limply presumptive, or partially proved, I think the safest way (xxxx?)  our own lands, and the speediest way to attain outside capital is to open satisfactorily, the nearest and most accessible locations first, leaving the more distant and consequently more expensive, even if superior in other respects, to abide the results. By concentrating our energies and funds to develop thoroughly any given locality requiring but small expenditure, we prove to the world at once that we really possess the resources that we claim, avoid injuring the reputation of the State by long delays, and  escape expenses no people can sustain in legitimate undertakings. If successful near home, no dfficulty would be found in obtaining capital for distant regions…………………….. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
A New Era Dawning
   There can be no doubt a new era is opening upon us, the importance and benefits of whioh we cannot at present estimate, if welfare only true to ourselves. To-day a private letter was received from New Yo»k. by a friend of mine, in which it says that,  “we cannot estimate, even with California hyperbole, the amount of capital tbat will be ready to be poured into your oil regions next season,  nor will it be necessary, to secure this capital, tbat you have flowing wells-a good pumping well, or good, satisfactory indications will be sufficient.” Let us, then, buildup the reputation ot tbe State legitimately, and rise individually with tbat reputation. We have had enough of stock-jobbing in mining, let us now, like  other nations, be satisfied with reasonable profits. Those profits tbe oil regions contiguous to San Francisco offer with a very small expenditure : and there is no reason that I see, why we should refuse to spend a few hundreds sensibly because we have squandered many thousands foolishly. Prudence in oil may redeem the losses of imprudence in gold, silver, and copper. Of tbe existence of oil. in abundance throughout tbe Coast Range, there is now no doubt. but we must not expect to get it at a lesser depth than other people. Had anyone, two years ago, told them England  would get oil by boring, the probability is the person would have been locked up immediately in a lunatic asylum; yet to-day they have good pumping wells there.
   For these reasons, and others I have yet to adduce, I maintain the preeminence of Pescadero amongst our California oil regions; eight months of continued exploration I think ought to render me capable of judging its merits. For a period of nearly tbree years I have endeavored to be a true exponent of tbe mineral wealth of this State. So far from indulging in exaggeration, I honestly believe my calculations of tbe importance cf our oil products, like those of our copper products, are rather under than over the reality. In the future, as in the past, I shall be careful not to be caugbt making a false statement of the facts coming professionally within my personal knowledge and observation. I do not intend, if possible to be deceived myself or to deceive others. When, therefore, men, who positively know nothing of the region in question, travel around town and state that the country from San Mateo to Santo Cruz, especially Pescadero, is not to be compared with the Humboldt, not that I abate one tittle of the intrinsic value of tbe latter, it would be more modest, certainly it would sound much better, if they added. ” at Ieast such is our opinion.” The public then, would know better wbat importance to attach to their  statememts.
   In my next letter I shall give an accurate account of all the operations commenced, and about to be commenced, with their prospects and results, in these counties during tbe past season, with other details and experiments, which, I think, will be interesting to those desiring of promoting tbe welfare of our State. Leon Harnett  San Francisco. November 25th, 1865.

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John Vonderlin: 1865 Article Raises Big Hopes for Oil in Pescadero

Part I
Story by John Vonderlin
Email John (benloudman@sbcglobal.net)
Hi June,
   This is an amazing article from the July 28th, 1865, issue of “The Daily Alta.”  Having lived one summer in the wilds on the Mattole River, just north of the “Lost Coast,” and west of the town of Petrolia, in Humboldt County, I had been aware that California’s first oil well was drilled there. That was the same year this article was written. Why the information about Pescadero, this article contains is not well known, let alone trumpeted by civic boosters is quite peculiar. I know nothing about the sceptical and ever so wrong, Professor Brewer,  any of the land owners mentioned, or the reporter Mr. Harnett, but will investigate further.
   The tiny, blurred type of this nearly one hundred and fifty year old newspaper article made for a lot of OCR errors, but I’m excited about doing Part 2, which appeared some months later. Note that Pescadero was in Santa Cruz County at this time, as the boundary adjustment that produced the present counties’ borders wasn’t done until 1868.
Enjoy. John  
 
 
SANTA CLARA AND SANTA CRUZ OIL LANDS - NO. 1
 
THE PETROLEUM QUESTION
    Editors Alta: Up to this period, with one slight exception, I have taken no part in the discussion of our State being, or not being, an oil producing country. To me it has ever appeared an insult to educated intelligence, as well as to practical .experience, to maintain the negative. Were the existence of petroleum a modern discovery, confined to the Atlantic States, or were our local indications of its existence less extensive, or less reliable than they are, there would be little rational argument against its existence in California as a question of science; but, having been used for a variety of purposes in the earliest ages of the world, and having been found in every quarter of the globe at the present day, there appeared to me to be none, and indeed there can be none. The problems worked out in the laboratory of nature are never wrong. Wherever she indicates reliably the existence of a mineral, labor, if directed and controlled by scientific principles, soon renders the presumption a reality. If surface evidences are reliable in gold, silver, and copper, for instance, why should they not be believed in oil? As a matter of science, or experience, would it not be preposterously absurd to maintain the negative of such a proposition, and ignore the principles by which our actions in both have been governed from time immemorial? If rock is auriferous, we seek and find gold; if argentiferous, we seek and find silver; if cupriferous, we seek and find copper; if oleaginous, who shall say we ought not to seek and find oil? Professor Brewer? Then that gentleman makes himself wiser than the world, a conclusion in which the people of California by no means concur now.
INCREDULITY 
   It is difficult to understand the silly incredulity we have shown in this matter, because one man of reputation and position has chosen to say, ex cathedra, that asphalt is no evidence of oil. Without taking exception to this theory, which by the way is very questionable, our claims to having an oil-bearing country do not rest on that point. Tbe intelligent and practical observer, much less tbe professional explorer, will find in our coast range such evidence of petroleum outside the asphalt, that the most sceptical must be convinced. Within the limits of my own travels on the upper ranges of the coast, extending fifteen hundred miles north and south, and from fifty to seventy east and west, I everywhere found such natural indications on the surface, that it seemed to me simply ridiculous to doubt the existence of oil in quantity underneath. To-day, public opinion has changed from what it was a month ago. The recent developments at Humbodt, and elsewhere, though obtained at a very small expenditure of labor and capital, have swept the incredulity from our midst, and compelled the people to recognise the proven fact, that our State is as rich in oil, as in gold, silver, or copper.  I have waited with impatience, but not without confidence, for this change. because until then a man could do little good by writing upon our oil interests. No matter what he found, or how honestly speak, the public would not attach tbe same importance to his communications that they will now, and thus he would probably injure rather than benefit the districts he sought to serve. All would be regarded as vague, problematical, speculative, to be forgotten as soon as read, or perhaps not read at all.
   But now, as tbe public are prepared to receive facts as facts, and principles as principles, inevitable in their laws and relations, and to see a great commercial interest springing out of the oil business; I propose to give a series of letters on the “oileoligy” of these counties, whose claims to notice are second to none in the State, but which, so far, have been entirely overlooked. I shall commence with
PESCADERO. 
   This little town, as it name implies is of Spanish origin, lying on the ocean, about  forty miles south of San Francisco. It is easy of access by three different routes-by steam in tha Salinas, by stage from San Mateo, or by Horseback or buggy from Santa Clara, the expense of either being only a few dollars. The most convenient route at present is from Santa Clara, where the traveller is advised to put himself under the care and direction of Mr. Cameron, of the hotel, who will supply all his wants in the most liberal and excellent style. From this town to the oilregion is about twenty-five miles, through as charming a country of valley and mountain as the world produces. On crossing the summit, the ocean opens to view on the west side, the bay and valley on the east, with Goat Island looming up distinctly in the distance, unfolding in an instant one of tho finest conceptions of the grandeur and immensity of distance the mind can contemplate. Thence to the oil ground you begin to descend the great sink to its ocean outlet, where the fluid has collected and wasted for centuries, with towering forests of redwood in front, and well cultivated ranches on the rolling slopes on every side. At the bottom of this ridge lies Tar Water Creek, where the Oilwas first found. 
    We hear great accounts, from Humboldt and the far south, of splendid discoveries, showing that with oil, like gold, “distance still lends enchantment to the view.” These accounts I am satisfied are correct; but, for all that, we have quite as good springs at our own doors, and, moreover, possessing numberless advantages the others do not, of which I shall speak more fully hereafter? The Tomkins, Gurnsey  Co. location eight years ago discharged a volume six or eight inches of liquid asphalt continually, but is now covered by a slide. This liquid has been boiled for sixteen consecutive hours, becoming more limpid to the last. At times the escape of gas is so terrible as to shake the house like an earthquake. The formation is excellent: sandstone, with shale walls, lying horizontal from here to the Rowley claim, aome four hundred yards below, the oil seeps from the banks all the way on both sides of the creek, while the loose, fragmentary rock, lying in the water, is so saturated with oil, that it has become black, breaking like bread, and burning like dry wood. The Rowley claimis a fac simile (sic) of thaepreceding, with a large, open, deep well of liquid asphaltum still existing, from which it runs down the creek at times. besmearing everything it rolls over. I have heard the gas escape here so strongly that it sounded as if men were shooting off Colt’s navy revolvers. Both these locations possess the finest advantages for boring with effect. One hundred and fifty feet depth will make a splendid development. From here to Pescadero Creek, perhaps two miles, are other locations of merit. On that stream the asphalt disappears altogether, and the indications become more naphthalic. The rock also is finer and whiter, exhibiting almost pure oil. The banks, in places, are so saturated that a handfull of sand will nearly all float down the stream, scarcely a third of it sinking. Can Humboldt or anywhere else beat that? I state these facts, marvellous as they may seem, on my personal responsibility. I do not recollect the names of the parties owning this location. All this land up and down the creek is preempted. At the junction of Jones Creek and Pescadero, Mr. Mars, late of the United States Branch Mint, made a very fine location, and beyond him on the main branch of Jones Creek, comes Mr. Smith, of San Francisco, with an equally good claim. These are all in this section of which I have personal knowledge. lam told, however, that claims equally good, though more difficult of access, have been preempted to the headwaters and down to the mouth of Pescadero Creek. Next to the vast amount of oil this land indicates in every direction, the grand advantage over all others is its proximity to the ocean and the commercial city of the State. Steam by water or rail will bring the oil to our stores in San Francisco, with the expenditure of $2,000 for roads either way, while the climate and produce cannot be surpassed. Who can predict tbe growth of Pescadero in five years’ time, when this adjacent land, pours forth its hidden wealth? Already a a favorite resort in Summer, it will inevitably become the most extensive, fashionable, and wealthy town on the southern coast. Permit me in conclusion, through your columns, publicly to. acknowledge my gratitude to Dr. Tomkins. Mr. Cameron. Mr. Rowley, Mr. Jones and others, for attentions and hospitalities I cannot forget.  San Jose. July 25th.  LEON HARNETT

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John Vonderlin: Willowside Dairy: Yesterday and Today

Story by John Vonderlin

Email John (benloudman@sbcglobal.net)

Hi June,
   This is an excerpt from the 1883 “History of San Mateo,” book available for reading or downloading at Archive.org. There is a section in the book covering the dairies of San Mateo and this description of the still existing Willow Side Dairy is included in it.  These days, as they describe below, they raise herding dogs and offer stockherding lessons for $100 per dog per day. They also seem to host a number of competitions and other community events. It is on Stage Road so I must have driven by it. I’ll see if I can get some photos of the historic buildings the next time I drive by. Enjoy. John
     

 

 Located just outside rustic Pescadero, CA, on the coast between San Francisco and Santa Cruz, Willowside is a herding facility on the site of a restored historic 19th century dairy farm. Various sized enclosures, large open fields, and a wide range of sheep accomodate the needs of herding students from novice to advanced.

 

Willow Side Dairy Farm. — North of Pescadero, and at the head of the val- 
ley of that name, is situated R. H. Brown’s Willow Side dairy farm, em- 
bracing a tract of twelve hundred acres of fine arable and pasture land. The 
capacious barn — a two story structure, covering an area of sixty -four by one 
hundred and twenty feet, is built on an elevated piece of ground a few hundred 
yards from the main road from Pescadero to Spanishtown. The cattle are 
stanchioned in four rows of stalls. A system of water-tight gutters, skirting 
along the row of stalls, receives all the manure from them, both liquid and 
solid. The floor is traversed by four tramways, on which a box car travels, 
following along by the manure troughs, and collecting from them the offal. 
When the car is filled, it is run to the rear end of the building, where it goes 
on a platform car, which, running on a track. of its own, carries the loaded 
box car to the dumping place, to be utilized in enriching the soil of the farm. 
The barn has stalls for one hundred and twenty -eight head of cattle. 
The upper floor is the hay floor, having a capacity for storing twenty-two 
tons of hay. Here also are two feed cutters, one for cutting roots, and the 
other for hay. The latter is driven by horse power, and the hay, as it is cut, 
falls into a receptacle below, where it is mixed with grain, and in this shape 
fed to the stock. 
There is another barn close by, in which seventy-five head of cattle and 
young stock can be sheltered, and the hay and feed for them stored. 
A short distance down the hill from the first mentioned barn is the dairy 
house, three stories high, and twenty-four by forty feet square. It is built 
over an excavation in the hill-side, the face of the excavation fronting the rear 
wall of the first story; this first or basement story is divided into two com- 
partments, in one of which is kept the tubs and everything used for packing 
butter. The size of this room is sixteen by twenty-four feet; the other is the 
butter room, twenty-four feet square. Its walls, as well as the walls of the room 
directly above it, are packed with saw dust, by which means an even tempera- 
ture is preserved through all seasons of the year. The second floor is divided 
into rooms corresponding in size with those on the floor below. The smaller 
one contains a large iron boiler, always full of hot water, which is conducted 
by distributing pipes to every part of the building where its use is required. 
The larger apartment on this floor is the milk-room. In the center of it is an 
elevator for raising or lowering milk from one floor to the other. Outside of 
the building and close by the milk-room, is a one hundred and twenty -five- 
gallon tank, into which the pails of milk are emptied as it comes from the cow, 
and from which it passes through a pipe into the milk room. The top floor is 
used exclusively for making and curing cheese. Cleanliness is a cardinal fea- 
ture in the entire building. Evervthing has an air of freshness and neatness, 
nothing whatever of an offensive nature being allowed to accumulate; all the 
refuse is carried away through pipes to the hog-pens. (Bacon, anyone?)
   There is also on the premises a stable and barn for horses, complete in all 
its details. Mr. Brown has now one hundred and sixty-five head of cattle on 
the farm, but when the improvements already begun are completed, he will be 
able to maintain two hundred and fifty cows, and take care of their products.     

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Biography of R.H. Brown

R. H. Brown. This gentleman, who is one of the prominent dairymen of 
the coast, was born in Pointe Caupee Parish, Louisiana, November 25, 1839, 
and received a thorough education in his native state. In 1860 he left his 
southern home and came to California, via New York and the Isthmus of 
Panama. His first settlement was in Klamath county, where he mined until 
1862, afterward migrating to Idaho, where he remained engaged in mining, 
sawmilling, etc., until 1872, when he returned to San Francisco. During a 
period of seven years Mr. Brown acted as secretary for various mining com- 
panies, finally removing in 1879 to this county, where he purchased an exten- 
sive dairy ranch, a full description of which is given in another portion of 
this work. 

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[Note: Below is some new and old info about Willowside Dairy. There is mention of a photography show but it took place two years ago; please keep that in mind when reading John Vonderlin's post]

Hi June,
I think this was the show Meg went to. This clears up some of the ranch’s history. It’s interesting that the summary didn’t include R.H. Brown or that he started the dairy and Mattei took over. I love the Ansel Adams connection and will write a little story about the show, Ansel Adams, and the ranch. Maybe I can contact Mr. Roessler for more info. I assume he was one of the people bothered by the changes. Enjoy. John

There will be a photographic retrospective of Fred Roessler’s photography from 1995-2007 of historic Willowside Ranch in Pescadero. A beautiful selection of the buildings and farm equipment, animals, as well as the old cheese house and it’s presses.
We will have memorabilia from the old ranch, and give visitors the opportunity to try their hand at painting a silver gelatin print with oils.
Willowside Ranch By Fred Roessler
Norton Gallery @ Pacific Art League
668 Ramona Street, Palo Alto
Reception Friday Oct 5, 2007 from 6-9 pm
Far from the corporate world of Silicon Valley is Willowside Ranch. Located in Pescadero, this ranch was originally started in 1870; sometime later a Swiss family named Mattei, set up a dairy farm and sold milk and cheeses.
The original pioneer home is still there with a 100-year-old Eucalyptus growing next to and through it. Sometime in 1982, a very elderly Ansel Adams drove up Stage Road and stopped to photograph the ancient eucalyptus tree that stands near the Victorian house. Adams spent some time photographing this tree and then did some work in the barns. All of the buildings from the early bunk house, to the late 1800’s 2-story Victorian home, are still standing and are now just beginning to be renovated by the current owner Judy Butler.

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