Below is what I have written so far in my history of Fullerton. You can support this independent research and writing project on Patreon.

Introduction

In researching the history of my hometown (Fullerton, California), I have encountered two basic types of history books.

The first is what I would call “nostalgic” books. These books treat the past in a rather idealized way. A good example of this is Ostrich Eggs for Breakfast, which is the history of Fullerton I had to read in third grade. An adult example is Fullerton: A Pictorial History by Bob Ziebell. Books like this, usually written by amateur historians (like me!), tend to gloss over or ignore completely the more unpleasant aspects of history, like racism and discrimination. These books tend to avoid critical thinking, preferring to celebrate local politicians, businesses, and cultural traditions. This is their main flaw, in my opinion.

The second type of history book I’ve found are “academic” ones. While there are no academic books I’ve found that focus exclusively on Fullerton, there are a handful of academic books and articles on Orange County, and they sometimes discuss Fullerton. These books usually do not ignore the unpleasant aspects of history, but dive deeply into them. A good example of a book like this is Postsuburban California: The Transformation of Orange County Since WWII. This book is a collection of articles by university professors on a wide range of social, economic, political, and cultural issues in Orange County over the past 50 years. The problem with books like this, however, is that they are written for a very small (i.e. academic) audience and are quite inaccessible to the average reader. Writers will use terms like “decentralized multinucleated metropolitan region” and expect their readers will know what they’re talking about. These books and articles may offer fantastic insights into history, but if only a handful of highly educated readers can understand them, what’s the point?

In writing my local history, I have sought a third path. I want to write about the past with honesty and critical thinking, AND I want the average reader to be able to read, understand, and enjoy my book. I take as my inspiration historians like Howard Zinn who, in his People’s History of the United States, writes about the past in a way that promotes serious reflection AND is quite accessible to a wide audience. That is my goal.

The Ground Beneath Our Feet

Professor Richard (Rick) Lozinsky has taught geology at Fullerton College for the past 30 years. He recently published the third edition of his book Our Backyard Geology, which is about the geology of Orange County (including Fullerton).

I sat down with Lozinsky to learn more about the geologic history of this area and why it matters.

JL: I recently read your book Our Backyard Geology (which is about geology in Orange County), and I found it fascinating. I think it’s important for people to understand the geology of the area where they live. Could you briefly explain the geology of Fullerton?

RL: Here in Fullerton we live on an interesting spot at the edge of the Coyote Hills. There are some active faults in our area, like the Whittier Fault. Because of the faulting, we’re susceptible to earthquake hazards—liquefaction, landslides, fires. In fact, today is the day of the Great Shake-Out [a statewide campus earthquake preparedness drill].

JL: What can you tell me about the geologic history of Fullerton?

RL: Our geology is fairly young. Up until recently [geologically speaking], Orange County was part of the ocean. If you go to places like Ralph Clark Regional Park, you can actually see some of the fossil evidence of when we were part of the ocean, and then afterwards when we were dry land and had giant mammoths, mastodons, and sabre-tooth cats roaming around.

American Mastodon molars in the paleontology museum in Ralph Clark Park.

JL: How old are the rocks here?

RL: The oldest rocks we have in the Fullerton area are up in the Coyote Hills, and they only go back a few million years. If you go into the Santa Ana Mountains, like Silverado Canyon, you find some rocks that are 180 million years old. But, from a geologic standpoint, that’s still not that old.

JL: Why are the rocks so “young” here?

RL: Basically, because we were mainly ocean, and not a lot of deposition was occurring at that time. But you can go to other areas where there was mountainbuilding. There were actually times when we had exploding volcanoes in the area.

JL: When was that?

RL: About 100-150 million years ago. We had a different kind of plate boundary then, more like Oregon and Washington, and had volcanoes like Mount St. Helens around here.

JL: I find it interesting that here in California, we’re on the Pacific tectonic plate, and basically the rest of the country is on the North American tectonic plate.

RL: I tell my classes that, being west of the San Andreas fault (which is the boundary between the Pacific and North American plates), we’re on an Alaska cruise. We’re slowly, by about an inch a year, heading up toward Alaska.

JL: And that’s also why we’re more susceptible to earthquakes?

RL: Right, if you’re on a plate boundary, you’re going to have more big earthquakes.

JL: What are some of the kinds of rocks and formations that are unique to this area?

RL: A lot of sedimentary rocks: sandstone, shale, conglomerate. There’s a big bend in the San Andreas Fault that formed the San Gabriel and San Bernadino Mountains. That compression creates the rippling of the hills around us, and the LA Basin. We live in a hole that’s about 4-5 miles deep, which is filled full of sediments.

JL: I know that, historically, this was a very oil-rich area. Aside from oranges, oil was the main product of Fullerton and Brea. How does this relate to our local geology?

RL: Brea Canyon is an interesting place, because that’s where the Whittier Fault goes through. The reason the oil wells are there is because the fault is acting as a trapping mechanism. It also has to do with the fact that we used to be part of the ocean. Petroleum is formed when millions of marine organisms settle on the ocean floor, get buried at just the right depth and temperature, and it changes to petroleum.

JL: Aside from just increasing one’s knowledge, why do you think it’s important for people to understand their local geology?

RL: Well, because some people fear where they live. They fear an earthquake, they fear a flood. We have been flooded here before in Fullerton. Back in 1938, we had a major flood, where you couldn’t get to Fullerton College by street because Chapman Ave. was under a couple feet of water—students were coming by canoe. So, I think it’s better to understand your local geologic setting to get an idea of how safe it is, and things you can do to make it safer.

JL: How safe are we?

RL: From an earthquake standpoint, I think overall we’re probably fairly safe if we take precautions. It’s important to stabilize objects where you live because it’s not usually earthquakes that hurt you—it’s things that fall on you. So, if we can stabilize things that would fall on us, we can almost look forward to the next earthquake.

JL: What are some local geology groups or societies?

RL: We have the South Coast Geological Society, which is kind of the Orange County geology group. There’s a National Association of Geoscience Teachers, the far western section, which includes California. There are periodic meetings where we go and hear presentations on research that people are doing locally or internationally.

JL: Are there any current discoveries being made that you find particularly interesting?

RL: They’re trying to develop an Early Warning System for earthquakes here in California, particularly in LA. That’s pretty exciting.

JL: What do you love about geology?

RL: Geology is my life. It’s not just a job. I travel to see geology, not only locally but worldwide. I enjoy taking students out and opening their eyes to geology, particularly outside the classroom because that’s when things really can open up. I’ve been teaching here for close to 30 years, and still enjoy it quite a bit. And my roots are here in Southern California, so kind of fun to see the changes that have happened.

The oldest rocks in Fullerton are in Coyote Hills.

Early Wildlife

We learned From Fullerton College geology professor Rick Lozinsky about the geologic history of Fullerton. Next, I would like to discuss some of the natural history of this area–its early plant and animal life.

As Lozinsky pointed out, for most of earth’s history, the lands that would be Fullerton were part of the ocean and its animal life included prehistoric sea creatures–large sharks, dolphins, and other marine life.

The evidence of this can be seen at the Interpretive Center at Ralph Clark Park in Fullerton–a little local treasure of paleontology.

Here are some of the marine fossils and bones that were found when that park was excavated, now on display:

In his book Fullerton: a Pictorial History, Bob Ziebell writes, “It was, perhaps, seven hundred thousand years ago that the earth rose and played host to giant mammoths–larger than the elephants of today–and vicious sabre-toothed cats, and to lions similar to the African lions of today as well as the mountain lions which still inhabit the area, and a rare breed of llama, and camels, very large bison, wolves, coyotes, ancient horses and antelope, weird-looking sloths and tapirs–and the opposums of forty thousand years ago which remain with us today.”

Here are some of the mammal fossils on display at the museum:

What about the plant life? 

Ziebell paints a picture of the landscape the first human inhabitants would have seen, perhaps 15,000 to 20,000 years ago: “They found these lands nurturing grasses, wild mustard and bushes, with some oak woodlands along streams on the plains areas and chaparral as well as gnarled, low-growing broadleaf evergreen plants in the hills…a fertile valley topped by gentle, rolling hills which dip again toward the basin known as the La Habra Valley. The Coyote Hills to the northwest and Puente Hills to the north and northeast, had drained their rich soil across this broad expanse, and a river–the Santa Ana–had often sent its flood waters meandering over the valley floor, depositing life-giving silt and creating the rich alluvium which was to serve these [later] farmers and ranchers so well.”

The Interpretive Center at Ralph Clark Park features a mural depicting what the landscape may have looked like around 20,000 years ago.

Thus the ancient prehistory of Fullerton’s landscape would lay the groundwork for two of its major industries: oranges and oil.

“The lesson in all this,” Ziebell concludes, “would seem to be that the many changes which have occurred in the 200-plus years since written history of this area began…are miniscule when considered in the greater perspective of the last one million years on life’s landscape.”

First Inhabitants

The tribe that originally occupied North Orange County and Los Angeles has been called different names over the years. Historians often refer to them as Gabrielenos or Gabrielinos, because that’s what the Spanish missionaries (like Father Junipero Serra) called them, after Mission San Gabriel.  The Spanish adopted a policy of re-naming California Indian tribes after nearby missions.  According to other sources, the local tribe is called the Tongva. But I’ve met members and leaders of the local tribe, and they have told me they prefer the name Kizh (pronounced Keech).

Ostrich Eggs for Breakfast, a history of Fullerton I had to read in third grade, includes this passage: “Sometimes people ask, ‘What happened to the Indians?’ As far as anyone knows, there are no Gabrieleno Indians left in Fullerton.” 

While this may be technically true, it implies a great lie: there are no more local native people left anywhere–no more Kizh. I know this is a lie because I’ve actually met the chief of the local tribe. His name was Ernie.

In 2013, I attended a fascinating event at the little Paleontology Museum located inside Ralph Clark Park in Fullerton. The event was about Orange County’s “prehistory,” and (to my astonishment) actual, living Kizh Indians were there, including their chief, Ernie Salas, and tribal historian, Timothy Poyrena-Miguel.

I sat down with Timothy.  I didn’t have any agenda or prepared questions.

“Tell me about your people,” I said and, man, did he have a story to tell.

The history of the Kizh people goes back thousands of years.  For millennia, they had developed a complex and beautiful culture, which included religion, astronomy, rich and varied cuisine, economy, and social structure.  They developed ingenious ways to live sustainably off the land and its natural resources.  The name of the tribe, Kizh, comes from the dome-like dwellings they lived in.  They had tools, technology, clothing, handicrafts, dances.  They were one of two California tribes who mastered boat-building, and traveled along the coast of Southern California.

Ernest Perez Teutimez-Salas, chief of the Kizh tribe at Ralph Clark Park in Fullerton in 2013. He passed away in 2021 and his son Andy is now tribal chairman.

In the 1700s, Spain began to colonize California, and thus began the long journey of suffering for the Kizh people.  Contrary to what we learn in school and on field trips to California Missions, the Spanish were not a benevolent presence in California.  The missions they established were like concentration camps, where Indians lived in a state of quasi-slavery, and were made to abandon much of their culture.  Violence and disease decimated the local native populations. Kizh women were raped by Spanish soldiers and died of syphilis. Timothy compared Spanish figures like Father Junipero Serra to Nazis, in the way they systematically destroyed native cultures and lives.

Both Timothy and I expressed our frustration that the California Missions are taught to children in public schools as benevolent, even quaint examples of California history, when the truth is much darker.

Things did not improve for Native Americans when Mexico won its independence, nor when the United States conquered California.  Under American rule in the 1800s, a policy of “extermination” of native people was pursued.  Timothy told me the story of a whole Kizh village rounded up into a valley near where the Rose Bowl is today, and blasted with guns and cannons.  Some children managed to escape, and found shelter among Mexican-American families in the San Gabriel area.  Children of slain parents were adopted by Mexican-American families, and this is why Many Kizh people today have Spanish/Mexican surnames.

Due to widespread racism, these children feared to identify themselves as Indian, stopped speaking their native language, and learned Spanish or English.

One result of all this suffering and bloodshed was the eradication of the Kizh language. Timothy told me they have some words and songs that were passed down orally, but no one alive today speaks their native language.

As I listened to Timothy tell the story of his people, I felt a heaviness in my chest, a complex mixture of sadness, outrage, and compassion.  It is this last bit, compassion, that I hope to evoke with my writings.  If we don’t know their history (and most people don’t know Kizh history), we do not feel compassion.  But, in listening to their stories, harrowing and horrific as they are, we develop a strong sense of compassion.  We pay for the crimes of our ancestors, but we do not have to repeat those crimes.  The act of storytelling can be a powerful, healing force.  It is my hope that, in listening and sharing stories like this, a new chapter in the Kizh story may open, one of understanding, healing, and reconciliation.

To learn more about this local tribe visit their web site: www.gabrielenoindians.org.

Tribal Leadership (The Tomyaar)

The source for the following information is an excellent book called The First Angelinos by William McCawley.

Prior to European contact, the total Kizh population is estimated to be around 5,000 people organized into communities/villages which were usually between 50 and 100 individuals each. 

The chief of each village was called a tomyaar, and he was also the head of a family lineage. Tomyaars formed alliances with other villages and tribes (sometimes through marriage) for purpose of trade and peaceful co-existence (shown through ritual exchange of gifts and large inter-tribal celebrations). 

According to McCawley, “The tomyaar was the focus of the religious and secular life of the lineage and community, serving as chief administrator, fiscal officer, religious leader, legal arbitrator, and commander-in-chief. Tomyaars were usually 30-35 years in age when elevated to office.” 

The tomyaar’s position was hereditary, passing from father to eldest son, though there were sometimes female tomyaars.

One of the most important duties of the tomyaar was to manage the economic affairs of the village, particularly collecting and distributing food. Those who hunted animals and gathered plants and seeds would give part of their bounty to the tomyaar for food reserves. These food stores would be used to feed the poor, and the community in times of shortage. Mismanagement of food stores was a serious offense that could be punished by death. 

Another of the tomyaar’s primary duties was to be a leader of trade and relations with other tribes. Good relations were maintained through the ritual exchange of shell beads, which were like currency. There was a vast network of inter-tribal relations with neighbors like the Cahuilla, Serrano, Chumash, Salinans, and other California tribes. These ritual exchanges were a way to prevent conflict and war, and provided avenues for obtaining food in times of shortage (through trade). 

In addition to being the political leader of his community, the tomyaar was also a religious leader, managing “the ritual interaction between his lineage or community and the supernatural world.” For example, he would “preserve and maintain the ritual implements stored in the ‘sacred bundle’ (a length of reed matting in which ceremonial objects were wrapped) and to schedule the dates for religious celebrations.”

McCawley explains that “the tomyaar’s prestige and authority derived in large measure from his knowledge of, and access to, supernatural power…As he was descended from a line of leaders, some ability to handle power was inborn.”

He was spiritually connected to the legendary “First Chief ” Wewyoot and the supernatural being Eagle: “In ritual performances the tomyaar often served as an intermediary with the supernatural world by assuming the identity of Eagle. In such performances the tomyaar wore a ceremonial skirt sewn from the feathers of an eagle and performed dances which symbolized a soul’s magical flight into the afterworld” (McCawley).

To show his sacred authority, the tomyaar’s house was built right next to the yovaar (sort of like a temple), which was “the most sacred and powerful location within the community.” He was one of a few people who was allowed to enter the yovaar.

Much of Kizh life involved sacred rituals, and the installation of a new tomyaar was no different. When a new tomyaar was to be installed, there was a large festival in which inhabitants of neighboring tribes and communities were invited.

During the installation ceremony, the new chief’s body was painted black with ash from a charred feather. He was enrobed in a feather skirt and a crown of feathers. He entered the sacred yovaar and began a ceremonial dance, accompanied by singers who chanted to music of turtle shell rattles.

Visiting tribal leaders also joined the dance, and the new tomyaar continued until fatigue overcame him. After the ceremony, the new tomyaar was acknowledged by all, and everyone celebrated with a massive feast/party that lasted three or four days.

Like all good leaders, the tomyaar was not alone. He was assisted in his duties by a Council of Elders, which was composed of other leaders in the community, each of whom had his own important role.

The Shaman

Shamans existed in many ancient and indigenous cultures around the world. According to McCawley, “shamans were an integral part of the political, economic, legal, moral, and religious affairs of the community.” They served as doctor, psychotherapist, philosopher, intellectual, and mediator with the spirit world.”

In Kizh society, shamans could be men or women. An important female shaman was Toypurina who famously attempted a revolt against the Spanish at Mission San Gabriel in 1785. 

The most powerful shamans, it was believed, could transform themselves in to animals, especially bears. 

There existed, among southern California tribes, shamanic associations which provided “a regional framework or religious and political authority.” The Kizh shamanic association was called the yovaarekem. 

Before becoming a shaman, a person received a “Divine Call” in the form of a dream. They then went through a difficult apprenticeship. McCawley explains, “In cultures throughout the world, the shamanic initiation typically involves a series of trances, during which the candidate undergoes ordeals of suffering, death, and rebirth at the hands of supernatural beings.” 

Each shaman had a “guardian spirit” which resided in his/her body (usually the heart). A guardian spirit could be an animal, a natural force (like thunder or lightning), a supernatural creature, or a plant. 

One of the powers of shamans was “magical flight” in which a shaman would leave their body and commune with other realms for various purposes such as obtaining supernatural help for the community, learning about the universe, leading the souls of the dead to the afterworld, and curing disease.

This magical flight was accomplished through the ingestion of the hallucinogenic plant datura (also called jimson weed), which was also ritualistically used in Asia, Africa, and medieval Europe. 

It was common for shamans to carry “power objects” imbued with supernatural force, such as wands, animal skins, plants, minerals (like quartz crystals), charmstones, pipes, and effigies (stones carved in the form of whales, fish, birds, mammals, canoes, and abstract shapes). A large collection of effigies was discovered in 1962 in Santa Monica canyon. 

Shamans also had “extensive knowledge of astronomy and cosmology that they used to predict the future and schedule religious festivals” (such as the summer solstice). Kizh society developed solar and lunar calendars as well as star charts. 

Shamans were also “responsible for preserving sacred and historical knowledge contained in the oral literature. This knowledge was passed on by word of mouth and memorized by each generation. Certain males were trained from youth as bards, or storytellers, with the ability to memorize long stories and orations and repeat them word-for-word.”

Shamans were also powerful healers. Kizh herbalists used a wide variety of natural resources for curing disease such as yerba de pasmo, chilicote, wild tobacco, chuchupate, saltgrass plant, elder pitch, wild rose, coastal sagebrush, oak bark, datura, and the meat of the mud turtle. Other treatment methods included massage, sweating, rest, hypnosis, surgery, and ritual singing.

For many diseases, an ordinary herbalist was sufficient; however in cases of serious maladies such as “soul loss” a shaman was required to undergo magical flight “to retrieve the lost soul and return it to the owner’s body.”

Because shamans possessed such power, “society had a decidedly ambivalent attitude toward them. Supernatural power could be used for evil as well as good…the abuse of supernatural power could result in severe punishment and even death.”

There exists in Kizh oral literature the story of two brothers who were powerful shamans. A tomyaar at San Gabriel paid them to curse or destroy his enemies. Consequently, an epidemic of disease struck the area and people started dying. When the community learned of the cause, they sent a war party to Catalina Island, where the shamans were hiding. A great battle ensued and the shaman brothers were killed because they had used their power for evil.

Archaeological Evidence of Early Inhabitants of Fullerton

The area which the Kizh (Fullerton’s first inhabitants) inhabited was vast (encompassing the LA basin and North Orange County), and there is archaeological evidence of their habitation and presence in Fullerton.

In Fullerton: a Pictorial History, Bob Ziebell writes: “On November 7, 1939, while excavating for the new City Hall (now the police building at the northwest corner of Commonwealth and Highland) workers were startled to uncover human skeletal remains. The remains–dubbed ‘Fullerton Man’ by the Fullerton Daily News-Tribune–were those of an Indian and were at least a thousand years old, according to John W. Winterbourne, who was then the archaeologist in charge of a museum being developed at Fullerton College. The remains were given to the college for preservation–except for an arm bone, which, in 1941, was placed, along with other artifacts and documents, in the cornerstone of the building.”

This is a photo of the bones found in 1939, when workers were excavating the site of Fullerton City Hall at the northwest corner of Highland and Commonwealth avenues. Photo courtesy of the Launer Local History Room, Fullerton Public Library.

In 1939, the United States Works Progress Administration (WPA) sponsored an archaeological dig of a village site in Fullerton on what was then the Sunny Hills Ranch (a vast Orange Ranch owned by the Bastanchury family). Fullerton College and Fullerton High School jointly participated in the excavation.

The site was just north and west of the present Bastanchury Road–Malvern Avenue intersection.  Here’s a map from the study, showing the site area, which is called “Sunny Hills Site No. 1”:

According to Ziebell, “A short time before the excavation began, a Bastanchury Water Company employee had taken soil from the site for use at the Water Plant garden and had removed three skeletons…Debris and fill from the roadbed of a Union Pacific Railroad spur line (still there) had covered a major portion of the camp. Nonetheless, a report on the “dig”–written by Louis Plummer, superintendent of schools, and the same John Winterbourne mentioned in the City Hall find–said a considerable number of stonework artifacts were found, such as manos, metates, and pestles–mill and grinding tools used in the preparation of food.”

Here are workers on the dig site:

During the dig, they uncovered many native American artifacts belonging to the local tribe known as the Kizh (they are often erroneously called Gabrielino or Tongva).  Louis Plummer compiled the findings of the study into a book, which is available for view in the Launer Local History room of the Fullerton Public Library.  Here are some of the artifacts uncovered in this study:

Metate (grinding stone for food preparation).
Hand stones for the metate.
Drawing of bone tools found at the Sunny Hills site.
Drawing of shell knives found at Sunny Hills site.

Somewhat disturbingly, the archaeologists also uncovered a single object of Spanish origin, a metal spear point:

This is disturbing because it was Spain who first began to colonize California, and to force Native Americans to abandon thousands of years of living sustainably, and to instead live as quasi slaves in the Missions.

Another camp was identified to the north and east of the Malvern-Bastanchury site, but the excavators said the land, then part of the Emery Land Company, was planted to a young lemon grove and “cannot be investigated.”

Years later, in 1992, “a construction worker uncovered a skeleton while digging under a sidewalk on Commonwealth Avenue near the municipal airport,” Ziebell writes. “Judy Suchey, forensic anthropologist from California State University, Fullerton, aided in recovering about 95 percent of the skeleton and said it was that of a woman about four feet ten inches tall who was at least eighteen years of age when she died. The remains, she said, were at least four hundred and perhaps a thousand years old. The old Indian’s Gabrielino [Kizh] descendants later reburied the bones near where they had been found.”

The Expedition of Gaspar de Portola

For thousands of years, the native Americans who inhabited the Los Angeles basin and North Orange County, including Fullerton, (called the Gabrieleno Band of Mission Indians Kizh Nation, or just Kizh) had no documented interactions with Europeans. Beginning in the 1500s, waves of explorers, conquistadors, settlers, and missionaries would forever alter their way of life.

The first recorded contact between the Kizh and Europeans is the 1542 expedition of Spanish explorer Juan Rodriguez Cabrillo, who led a crew of sailors up the California coast, searching for a waterway across North America.

The next recorded contact happened 60 years later in 1602, with an expedition led by Sebastian Vizcaino, who was seeking a northern harbor for Spanish galleons returning from Manila.

150 years would elapse between the Vizcaino expedition and the next one, which began in 1769, led by Gaspar de Portola, a soldier who had recently been appointed governor of Las Californias, New Spain. The impetus for the expedition was concern by the Spanish crown that English and Russian explorers would encroach on “their” territory (Alta, or upper, California).

Statue of Gaspar de Portola outside the Bowers Museum in Santa Ana. Photo by the author.

The Portola expedition was the first overland attempt at actual colonization of Alta California, not just exploration. Portola was accompanied by soldiers and Franciscan missionaries, including Father Junipero Serra (head of the Franciscan mission to the Californias). 

Captain Fernando Rivera y Moncada led an advance group, consisting mainly of soldiers, scouts and engineers. Portolá and Serra followed in a second group with the civilians, livestock and baggage.

Three ships were dispatched to aid the expedition with supplies.

The expedition began on the Baja California peninsula, and went north toward Monterey. Upon arrival in San Diego, Serra stayed, while Portolá and Rivera led a smaller group north.

The route of Gaspar de Portola though present-day San Diego, Orange, and Los Angeles counties. Courtesy of California Historical Society via University of Southern California Libraries.

Three members of the expedition kept journals: Portola, Miguel Constanso, and Father Juan Crespi.

Below are excerpts from the portion of Portola’s journal (which have survived) as he traveled through present-day Orange County. I have introduced the daily entries with the present day-locations where he traveled.

July 22, 1769: To Christianitos Canyon, which reaches the Pacific at the southern edge of today’s city of San Clemente: “We proceeded for three hours and a half, the entire way through a pleasant country of ranging hillocks. We halted in a gully where there was much pasture and a pool of water. Here there was a village of about twenty natives in which Father Crespi and Father Gomez baptized two dying children.”

July 23: North up Christianitos Canyon, over the hills and down to San Juan Creek (named later for the mission). They followed the creek west to the future location of Mission San Juan Capistrano. The state highway that now follows San Juan Creek in this area is named Ortega Highway after the leader of Portolá’s scouts. On this day, the travelers crossed from today’s San Diego County into Orange County: “We proceeded for four hours. Much pasture and water, and many trees.”

July 24: To Aliso Creek. The neighborhood where the creek exits the hills is now called Portola Hills: “We proceeded for about three hours and a half. We halted in a gully which had much water, pasture, and many trees, where we came upon an Indian village of about fifty persons; they made us a present of much grain and we made them a suitable return. We rested for a day.”

July 26: Short march northwest along the edge of the foothills, to a spring at the northern edge of today’s Irvine, California. From a hill above, the party first sees the broad coastal plain of northwestern Orange County: “We proceeded for three hours on a good road. Scant pasture; no water for the animals, though enough for the men.”

July 27: To Santiago Creek, so named by Crespí: “We proceeded for three hours on a good road. Much pasture and water.”

July 28: To the Santa Ana River, one of the major rivers of southern California. The soldiers of the expedition gave the river the name Santa Ana. A strong earthquake is felt that afternoon; aftershocks are recorded over the next few days: “We proceeded or two hours on a good road and we halted by a stream about eight yards wide and about sixteen inches deep which flowed with great rapidity. Here, at twelve o’clock, we experienced an earthquake of such violence…[text lost]…supplicating Mary Most Holy. It lasted about half as long as an Ave Maria and, about ten minutes later, it was repeated though not so violently. Much pasture and water. Here there was a very large Indian village of about seventy inhabitants, to all appearances very docile.”

July 29: North-northwest to the hills north of modern Fullerton, or possibly a little further north into La Habra: “We proceeded for three hours on a good road. Much pasture, but water sufficient only for the men. Here there was an Indian village of about fifty inhabitants.”

July 30: Leaving Orange County and entering Los Angeles County, the expedition heads north over the pass (La Habra) through the Puente Hills. Today’s North Harbor Boulevard follows the Portolá route over the pass. The march continued northwest to the San Gabriel River, where the party built “a bridge of poles” to cross the miry riverbed. This bridge (La Puente in Crespi’s diary) is remembered in the name of today’s nearby city of La Puente: “We proceeded for four hours on a good road, with the exception of two very steep hills. We halted in a very large valley where there was much pasture and water. Here we had to construct a bridge to cross the gully. I consider this a good place for a mission.”

[Mission San Gabriel would be established in 1771]

July 31: West-northwest to the western end of San Gabriel Valley, near the modern city of Alhambra: “We proceeded for four hours; near the camp we found much water with a great deal of pasture which had grown [so tall] that the animals had to jump in order to get through it. Here we rested [for one day]. We experienced six or seven severe earthquakes. In this valley we discovered, on the south side between two mountains, a spring that flowed like a river, giving evidence of deep soil.”

The Journals of Juan Crespi

What follows here are excerpts from the portion of Crespi’s journal as he traveled through present-day Orange County–from July 22-30, 1769. To me these first-hand accounts provide a unique window into first contacts between the native inhabitants of this area, and the Spanish colonizers. The journals are also valuable in that they record what the land looked like before it was developed by Euro-Americans into the landscape we know today.

July 22, 1769: [To Christianitos Canyon, which reaches the Pacific at the southern edge of today’s city of San Clemente]: “At eleven o’clock we came to a pool of fresh water, found by the scouts yesterday at a dry creek where there is a great amount of sycamore and live oaks. We must have gone four leagues to reach this spot. We stopped close to the pool and close to a village of heathens who visited us once, some fourteen men and as many more women with boy and girl children. They are all very tractable Indians. They say there is another large pool further downstream at this place. The spot, a good one for a farm, has its small share of soil and good grass. 

On our reaching this spot the scouting soldiers told us that they had seen yesterday a girl infant in arms who was dying. We requested the Governor for two or three soldiers to go with us, and then we two Fathers went to the village to try to see this infant in arms and baptize her if she was in danger. We did find her in her mother’s arms, scarcely able to nurse, but the mother would not in any wise see us. We gave her to understand, as well as we could that we did not wish to harm the child, only to wash its head with water, so that if it died it would go to Heaven. As well as he could with her clutched to her mother’s breast, Father Fray Francisco Gomez baptized her; she was named Maria Magdalena, and I have no doubt that she will die and that in passing by we have won this soul’s passage to Heaven. We named this spot the small pool of San Apolinario, Saint Apollinarius. 

We met not a heathen upon this whole day’s march before reaching this spot. As I was finishing writing up this day’s march, we were reminded of another little girl, about two and a half years old, who had also seemed ill to us though we had never been able to assure ourselves whether this were the case. In the end we went back with some soldiers and learned that she had been burned and was feeling very sick, so that I took the measure of baptizing her. Since Father Gomez had baptized the other, I christened this one myself, naming her Margarita. God take both of them into Heaven; and so, in passing by, we have gained these two who would to pray in Heaven for the winning over and conversion of all these poor wretches here.

About on a parallel with this spot lies the first island of the Santa Barbara Channel, called San Clemente.

The Trek of Father Crespi, by Katherine S. Works, 1938

July 23: [North up Christianitos Canyon, over the hills and down to San Juan Creek (named later for the mission). They followed the creek west to the future location of Mission San Juan Capistrano. The state highway that now follows San Juan Creek in this area is named Ortega Highway after the leader of Portolá’s scouts]: 

A good many live oaks have been seen all along the way, here and there on the knolls and hills. We came across a good-sized heathen village at one of the two hollows, where they commenced shouting to us as soon as they were aware of us, and came to meet us as though to set us on the watering place whither we were bound…The spot seems a very fine one for a mission…

In all of the past days marches, I have been forgetting to set down that they possess dogs at all of the villages. We have seen villages having two or else three black and white parti-colored dogs; in the village we set out from today we saw a black one. 

On this day’s march we came across two mines of what seemed good red-earth, ochre, and a very white earth. They were located at some small knolls, and we passed nearly through their midst; clearly, they must have been opened by the heathens to get the paints which are their normal dress. 

This hollow and stream rises at the foot of the mountains within view here, and runs from about north-northeastward, with the whole of this direction being very much lined with a great deal of trees, sycamore, willows, large live oaks, cottonwoods and other kinds we could not recognize. It is a well-watered spot, one for founding a good-sized mission at…On reaching this spot, we heard some heathens crying out across some knolls, but they have not shown themselves nearby.

July 24: To Aliso Creek. [The neighborhood where the creek exits the hills is now called Portola Hills]:

Before our setting out, about nine heathens belonging to the villages of this hollow showed themselves, coming up unarmed. They are very friendly, tractable Indians, and by no means unruly like what we had experienced with the ones at San Diego. Coming down into the hollow here, we shortly came upon two good-sized villages worth of of them where they were encamped beneath some bushes with their women and children. We were unable to count them because of their being packed together; with the heathen men all smoking upon very big, thick Indian pipes of baked clay. Upon our greeting them, none of them stirred, except to make the usual speech (no telling what they were saying to us), and we passed on. 

We went two leagues through this hollow, with very good soil; its width between hills must be three to four hundred yards in spots; it had all been burnt off by the heathens [local tribes would do controlled burns as a type of land management].

…On going about another league over good-sized tablelands, we came down to a pleasant stream and hollow all lined with a great many large sycamores and large live oaks, so that the entire bed of this hollow looking so handsome makes a very agreeable effect, seeming like a fig orchard. On going about three hours, in which we must have made three leagues…

This lovely spot, so excellent for a good-sized mission…hoping for it to be in time to come a good-sized mission for the conversion of the tractable, well-behaved, and friendly heathen folk here.

Here we met a good-sized village of heathens who at once, on seeing us approaching, all set up a sort of general howling at us, as though they had been wolves, but all of them well-pleased; and at once upon our arriving, they all came over entirely weaponless to our camp, and have stayed with us the whole time we have spent here. A very fine heathen folk indeed: they presented us with a great deal of their grass seeds, which are very good [and] a great deal of very good sage [gruel] refreshment; while the soldiers have also gotten a great amount of them by barter. Our governor, and the Captain, presented them with beads, with which they were well-pleased…

They make very good-sized and fine baskets, bowls, and a sort of rushwork-wickerweave made of very close-woven rushes. Because we stopped very close by their village, we have had them at the camp almost continually, men, women, and children showing such friendliness, cheerfulness, and happiness as though they had been dealing with us forever. We counted twenty-some men; there were a good many women and children, and some of the children are very fair and red-haired. The women are very decently covered up. The two of us have been saying many things to them about God, saying “love-God,” “amor a Dios,” very often, and we have had them kiss the crucifix and our rosary crosses, which they did many time without the slightest reluctance. Whenever we would retire into our little tent, the moment we came out to get anything they would see us and all together would break out with “Amar a dios, amar a Dios.” I have had the little ones repeating the Acts of Faith, Hope, and Charity over and over; indeed these heathens have so entirely won my heart that I very gladly would have stayed with them. 

From a high knoll at this place, we saw the first two islands of the Santa Barbara Channel, called San Clemente and Santa Catalina, about four leagues off.

(Every day, we can plainly recognize that there is a change in the language.) I shall set down here some terms belonging to the language of this spot; as I saw afterward, it goes on being understood over a distance of some leagues. They are as follows; first the Spanish and then come the word in the language:

What is it called: Ibi

Water: Pal

Bear: Junut

Live oak: Uasal

Hand: Nima

Is Coming: Igage

Fish: Loquiuchi

Hare: Suichi

Deer: Sucuat

Antelope: Pat

Way: Petlou

Sea: Momt

Village: Esat

Sun: Temete

Moon: Muil

Sage: Pasal

Sky: Tupachi

Canoe, or balza float: Paut

Earth: Exel

Stone: Tot

Man: Potato

Woman: Sungal

Small child in arms: Amaisicalla

Cup or bowl: Joil

Fire: Cut

Tobacco: Piut

Pipe: Cabalmel

Reed: Juiquichi

Flint: Tacat

Arrow: Jul

Bow: Catapichi

July 26: [Short march northwest along the edge of the foothills, to a spring at the northern edge of today’s Irvine, California. From a hill above, the party first sees the broad coastal plain of northwestern Orange County]:

On our setting out from there, the entire village gathered together as though to show they were sorry, telling us over and over what we had taught them to say, “Love-God, Love-God,” by way of a farewell…

We traveled over very open country of very low rolling knolls and tablelands all very grass-grown, up hill and down through three of four hollows with very good soil and a great deal of sycamore trees in the hollows. We came across six antelopes and a great many hares, none of which could be taken, all of them being very swift runners. 

July 27: [To Santiago Creek, so named by Crespí]:

The water here flows through the midst of this large plain of apparently very good soil and of leagues in breadth and length; how far away the sea must be there is no telling. We christened this grand, fine, and lovely spot with the name of Santiago Apostol, Saint James the Apostle, Patron of the Two Spains…

July 28: [To the Santa Ana River, one of the major rivers of southern California. The soldiers of the expedition gave the river the name Santa Ana. A strong earthquake is felt that afternoon; aftershocks are recorded over the next few days]:

We pursued our way and at about a scant league and a half came to this full-flowing river, and indeed it is one, a good-sized river going through the midst of the plain here. It is not sunken in: its bed must hold at least ten yards worth of running water, with a depth of half a yard of water all across the bed.

Its course comes out of the mountain range that must lie about two or three leagues away from us, from northeast to southwestward, an it is imagined that southwestward it must empty into the sea…This river bed here is very much lined with trees, white cottonwoods, willows, sycamores, and other kinds we have not recognized.

By what we have noticed from the sands along its banks, this river must plainly carry very large floods, and we had some trouble fording it even now, in the depth of the dry season and the dog days. There will be no crossing it in the rainy season–its current is rapid enough now. They have seen good-sized catfish in it. 

A large village of friendly tractable heathens is upon the other side of the river, who came over as soon as we had arrived and set up camp, about 54 heathens, bringing us their usual present, two large bowls half full of sage gruel, and other sorts of parched grass seeds that they consume…The women and children were so many that we were unable to count them…Their chief gave the usual speech and presented it to our Governor, and their chief took a string of shell-beads of the sort that they use and a net out of his pouch and made a present of it as well. (Our Governor presented them with the usual beads, and a handkerchief.)

They are all very well-behaved, tractable folk, who seem somewhat lean–though the men were very strongly built–and food must be in short supply with them. 

We made camp close to the river here, and we have felt these strong earthquakes within less than an hour today at noon. The first and most violent must have lasted the length of a Creed, the other two less than a Hail Mary, a great shaking of the ground, however, was felt during all three. 

This is the most beautiful spot, with a great amount of soil and water–with this beautiful river going, as it does, through the midst of the wide and far-reaching level here–for founding a mission…We christened this grand spot here The Most Sweet Name of Jesus, of the rio de los Temblores, River of Eartqhakes. This afternoon the villagers returned and kept inviting us to come dance at their village, but we told them it was not our custom to dance.

They also brought white gemstones appearing like fine glass, which we understood they had gotten from the islands of the Santa Barbara Channel. They urged us not to go away, saying that this is their land, that they will sustain us on sage [gruel] of which they have a good amount, and on bear [meat]. We told them that we are coming back, and we will stay with them and build a house with them.

In order to have us remain, they pointed out for us one man who is their chief and the owner of all this land. Our Sergeant and the two of us Fathers told them we would come back, and when we did, we would make a house for the Sergeant and for ourselves (and one for God that He might be worshipped by them), and upon our saying this, such tears of joy and happiness sprang to their chief’s eyes as he touched the hearts of all of us. 

And would they allow me to, I would most gladly return in order to stay with these poor wretches for their conversion and the good of their souls–That in case any people shall want to harm us, they will protect us, and we said the same to them, and that we will keep them fed and clothed as well. Blessed be God, for I trust the hour is near that they shall know and worship Him.

July 29: [North-northwest to the hills north of modern Fullerton, or possibly a little further north into La Habra]:

Once across the river, everything is overgrown with prickly pear and sage; very shortly the soil became very grass-grown with dry grass. On going a short way we turned north-northwestward, and on going about a league and a half back again to the northwest, and went up the aforesaid nearer range, which had become very low in this direction, and at a bit over two hours travel came down to a little, very green hollow where there was a large heathen village with a small pool of fresh water. Here at this village we met a great many heathens from the river we had set out from. They wished us to stop at their village, but as it lacked convenience there, we withdrew to a very grass-grown knoll about a musket shot away and there set up camp. Because this knoll lies in a large valley, three of four leagues in length, it may be; the width may be a league, and by what we understood from the heathens there, there is no water in it but this little pool, which only had what was needed for the people, and this evening the mounts had to go without. Once camp was made, the whole village came over, so that what with men and boys we counted about seventy souls of them, all very fine, well-behaved heathens like the ones at the river we last crossed, and we saw none of them carrying weapons.

We have been gathering that messengers are going out to the following villages to tell that we do not harm them but are good people, so that they are already notified, and quite fearless of us. I give this spot the name of The village of the little pool and valley of Santa Marta, Saint Martha. A strong quake was felt here, though lasting less than a Hail Mary.

July 30: [Leaving Orange County and entering Los Angeles County, the expedition heads north over the pass (La Habra) through the Puente Hills. Today’s North Harbor Boulevard follows the Portolá route over the pass. The march continued northwest to the San Gabriel River, where the party built “a bridge of poles” to cross the miry riverbed. This bridge (La Puente in Crespi’s diary) is remembered in the name of today’s nearby city of La Puente]:

Once across this valley here, which has very fine soil and better grass, we went up a hill, all grass-grown and sheer soil, and came into hollows with er large live oak, and sycamores, and through these, on going three hours in which we must have made three leagues, we came down to a very wide-reaching, green, exceedingly spacious valley of dark, very level friable soil, all burnt off by the heathens. Going about a league through this valley, we came to the water the scouts had found; it is a very large stream of running water flowing through the midst of a very green swamp much clad in all sorts of plants and good grasses, and here we made our camp…

This swamp and watering place here lies upon the east of this valley, and because of it being very miry, a bridge had to be made to get across the aforesaid stream. In every way a very grand, excellent spot for a very large plenteous mission. I called it La puente del arroyo del Valle de San Miguel, the bridge of the stream of the Saint Michael Valley. A strong earthquake was felt this afternoon, though a very brief one, yet the ground shook a great deal. I observed this spot in north latitude 33 degrees 54 minutes.

The Dark Legacy of the California Missions

In fourth grade I, like every other kid who attends public school in California, had to build a model of a mission. The state-sponsored curriculum taught me that these were sites where kindly Spanish padres and California Indians lived together peacefully and happily.

This was also the impression I got when, as an adult, I visited Mission San Juan Capistrano. There, a nice lady dressed as an “old Californian” told pretty much the same story.

In school, I was also taught that no one knows what happened to the native Californians of Southern California. They, like the wooly mammoths who used to roam these lands, were gone, extinct.

Imagine my surprise, then, when a few years ago, I happened to meet actual, living members of the local tribe (which has historically been called the Gabrieleno, but they prefer the name Kizh). I met the chief (Ernie Salas) and others at a special event at the little paleontology museum at Ralph Clark Park in Fullerton. Speaking to these native Californians, I learned a completely different version of the California mission story.

They described the missions as sites of slavery, disease, brutality, and death. The missions, according to the local natives, were places of horror and trauma.

After meeting and befriending these living native Californians, I became fascinated with this other side of the California mission story. Based upon my research, I made some startling discoveries.  While there are plenty of books written about the missions, they seem to be pretty well divided into two categories: “nostalgic” books (which perpetuate the “happy” mission story), and academic books (which tell a darker and more complex story).

At present, there seem to be more books available to the general public of the nostalgic type than the academic type.

Thankfully, this appears to be changing. Quite recently, a new batch of scholarship (and even popular histories) have come out which dive deeply into California history from the native point of view.

Such a book is Elias Castillo’s A Cross of Thorns: The Enslavement of California’s Indians by the Spanish Missions, which came out in 2015.

His book, based upon a bedrock of research and primary sources, strives to shine a light on the real story of the missions, and the tragedy they wrought upon the native peoples of California.

In the interest of sharing knowledge and ideas, and to hopefully correct some widespread historical misconceptions, I have decided to present some of the historical evidence Castillo provides.

Some may ask: “Why does this matter? The past is the past. Get over it.” To that, I would respond that it matters very much to living descendants of those who were killed, enslaved, and mistreated. Understanding their stories helps us to better grapple with ourselves as a State and as a society.

It’s also important for people to better understand this because many California tribes (like the Kizh) are still striving for official federal recognition, which will afford them certain benefits and a proper place in our historical understanding. 

To that end, I here present some documentary evidence for the tragedy that was the California mission system. These are all primary sources, with a bit of context given for each.

Whipping and Death as “Spiritual Benefit”

On July 31st, 1775, Father Junipero Serra sent a letter to Spanish military commander Fernando Rivera y Moncada, requesting that four Indians who had tried to flee from Mission Carmel be whipped. He also offered to send shackles, in case the commander didn’t have any:

“Two or three whippings which your Lordship may order applied to them on different days may serve, for them and for the rest, for a warning, may be of spiritual benefit to all; and this last is the prime motive of our work. If your Lordship does not have shackles, with your permission they may be sent from here. I think that the punishment should last one month.” 

On January 7th, 1780, Serra wrote a letter to then-governor of California Felipe de Neve, defending his practice of whipping the natives:

“That the spiritual fathers [friars] should punish their sons, the Indians, by blows appears to be as old as the conquest of these kingdoms.”

Governor Felipe de Neve envisioned a secular future for the missions, where the Indians would be freed and granted basic human rights. He wrote that the Indians fate was “worse than that of slaves.” 

Due to mistreatment, confinement, and widespread diseases for which the natives had no immunity, the mission Indians began to die in huge numbers. Rather than mourn them, however, Serra was happy to see so many newly-baptized souls go to heaven. In a report dated July 24, 1775 to Friar Francisco Pangua, his superior, Serra wrote:

“In the midst of our little troubles, the spiritual side of the missions is developing most happily. In [Mission] San Antonio [de Padua, about 60 miles south of Mission Carmel] there are simultaneously two harvests, at one time, one for wheat, and of a plague among the children, who are dying.” 

“A Species of Monkey”

The Franciscan padres generally considered themselves to be culturally, intellectually, and spiritually superior to the native peoples, which tended to provide a justification for mistreatment.  Friar Geromino Boscana (stationed at Mission San Juan Capistrano) writes:

“The Indians of California may be compared to a species of monkey; for in naught do they express interest, except in imitating the actions of others, and, particularly in copying the ways of the razon [men of reason] or white men.”

Father Serra’s successor, Friar Fermin, also considered the Indians to be akin to “lower animals.”  In 1786, Fermin wrote:

“They satiate themselves today and give little thought to tomorrow…a people without education, without government, religion or respect for authority, and they shamelessly pursue without restraint whatever their brutal appetites suggest to them.” 

An Enlightened Point of View 

Sometimes, travelers and explorers visited the missions, and their writings provide a unique, first-hand account of the actual conditions. Such was the case with French Navy Captain Jean-Francois de Galaup, Comte de Laperouse, who was the leader of a major scientific expedition. His ships sailed into Monterey Bay on September 14, 1786, and Laperouse describes his shock at seeing the conditions under which the Indians were forced to live. He compares the mission to slave plantations he’d seen in the Caribbean:

“Everything…brought to our recollection a plantation at Santo Domingo or any other West Indian island…We observed with concern that the resemblance is so perfect that we have seen both men and women in irons, and others in stocks. Lastly, the noise of the whip might have struck our ears.”

Laperouse continues, “Women are never whipped in public, but in an enclosed and somewhat distant place that their cries might not excite too lively a compassion, which might cause the men to revolt.”

The men were whipped “exposed to the view of all of their fellow citizens, that their punishment might serve as an example.”

It’s interesting to contrast the worldviews of a French explorer like Laperouse, imbued with the spirit of the Enlightenment and the rights of man, with a Spanish missionary like Serra, still imbued with the ideas of the Middle Ages. Serra was actually a part of the infamous Spanish Inquisition. Laperouse laments the ideas and methods of the Spanish missionaries, writing, “I could wish that the minds of the austere charitable, and religious individuals I have met with in these missions were a little more tinctured with the spirit of philosophy.”

Laperouse and other writers of the time show that violence and brutality toward native peoples wasn’t “just the way things were” or “just how everyone thought back then.” There were people living at the time who believed in the notion of human rights

De Facto Slavery

Writings from the time demonstrate that the California Missions were basically west cost slavery.

Laperouse writes: “The moment an Indian is baptized, the effect is the same as if he had pronounced a vow for life. If he escape to reside with his relations in the independent villages, he is summoned three times to return; if he refuses, the Missionaries apply to the governor, who sends soldiers to seize him in the midst of his family and conduct him to the mission, where he is condemned to receive a certain number of lashes with the whip.”

Overseers called alcaldes were also tasked with capturing, returning, and punishing runaways. Indians were not allowed to leave mission grounds without permission.

American Sherbourne F. Cook, who visited the missions, described women being locked up at night in unsanitary, cramped quarters: “There can be no doubt that the women were packed in tightly, and that the accumulation of filth was unavoidable…it is unbelievable that they (Indians) should not have resented years of being confined and locked in every night in a manner which was so alien to their tradition and nature.”

Cruel and Unusual Punishments

American farmer Hugo Reid, who was sympathetic to the Indians, describes the strange barbarism of a Friar Jose Maria Zalvidea at Mission San Gabriel:

“He was not only severe, but he was, in his chastisements, most cruel. So as not to make a revolting picture, I shall bury acts of barbarity known to me through good authority, by merely saying that he must assuredly have considered whipping as meat and drink to them, for they had it morning, noon, and night.” 

Friar Ramon Olbes of Mission Santa Cruz, in an incident recounted by former neophyte (baptized Indian) Lorenzo Asisara, attempted to force a childless Indian couple to have sex in his presence to prove that they had potential to conceive [probably because Indians were dying at alarming rates]. The husband “refused, but they forced him to show them his penis in order to show that he had it in good order.”

Olbes sent the husband to a guard house in shackles. He made the wife enter another room in order to examine her private parts. She resisted him and there was a struggle between the two. Olbes ordered the guards to give her fifty lashes and lock her in the nunnery. He then ordered that a wooden doll be made like a newborn child, and ordered her to present herself in front of the church for nine days. Olbes had the husband shackled and made him wear cattle horns affixed with leather. 

Taking Mass at Gunpoint

Ludovik Choris, an artist traveling with a Russian expedition, visited Mission San Francisco in 1816, and described how attendance at church services was compulsory: “All the Indians of both sexes without regard to age, are obliged to go to church and worship…Armed soldiers are stationed at each corner of the church.”

Captain Frederick William Beachey of England’s Royal Navy visited Mission San Jose in 1826, and described how Indians there were rounded up and forced to go to church twice a day: 

“Morning and evening Mass are daily performed in the Missions…at which all the converted Indians are obliged to attend…After the bell had done tolling, several [Indian overseers] went round to the huts, to see if all the Indians were at church, and if they found any loitering within them, they exercised with tolerable freedom a long lash with a broad thong at the end of it; a discipline which appeared the more tyrannical as the church was not sufficiently capacious for all the attendants and several sat upon the steps.”

Thus, Indians who chose not to attend church were whipped. Beachley continues, describing a similarly grisly scene inside the church:

“The congregation was arranged on both sides of the building, separated by a wide aisle passing along the centre, in which were stationed several [overseers] with whips, canes, and goads, to preserve silence and maintain order, and…to keep the congregation in the kneeling posture. The goads were better adapted to this purpose than the whips, as they would reach a long way, and inflict a sharp puncture without making any noise. The end of the church was occupied by a guard of soldiers under arms, with fixed bayonets.”

Church services were given in Latin (which the Indians could not understand), and (against the goal of educating them), the official mission policy was, as with slaves, not to teach the Indians to read or write. 

In a letter written in 1769 to Father Serra’s close friend Friar Francisco Palou, Spanish Visitor-General Jose de Galvez writes, “I stress my request to your most reverend person that you do not teach the Indians how to write; for I have enough experiences that such major instruction perverts and hastens their ruination.”

Followers of St. Francis Living Like Kings

The friars who founded the California missions were of the Franciscan order, which was founded by St. Francis of Asisi, the famous saint who took a vow of poverty. Like their founder, Franciscans were obliged to take a vow of poverty. However, accounts exist of Franciscans living luxuriously in the missions, while the Indians did not share in the great wealth the vast mission lands amassed.

Pablo Tac, a Luiseno Indian who grew up at Mission San Luis Rey, wrote an account of his experiences and described how the “Father is like a king. He has his pages, alcaldes, majordomos, musicians, soldiers, gardens, ranchos, livestock, horses by he thousands, cows, bulls by the thousand, oxen, mules, asses, twelve thousand lambs, two hundred goats, etc.”

In addition to being religious institutions, the missions also grew to be large commercial enterprises, with hundreds of thousands of acres for crops and livestock, where the fathers amassed great wealth, and often traded with the English and Americans.

Meanwhile, according to Indian Lorenzo Asisara, the friars “were very cruel toward the Indians. They abused them very much. They had bad food, bad clothing. And they made them work like slaves. I was also subject to that cruel life. The Fathers did not practice what they preached.”

Death and Despair

Due to mistreatment, disease, and deplorable conditions, nearly half of the missions’ populations died each year. From 1779 to 1833, the year the missions were effectively dissolved, there were 29,100 births and a staggering 62,600 deaths.

Russian explorer Otto von Kotzebue, who visited mission San Francisco in 1816, wrote that “the uncleanliness in these barracks baffles description, and this is perhaps the cause of great mortality: for of 1,000 Indians at St. Francisco, 300 die every year.”

Because of all this death, combined with the tragedy of being cut off from their culture and traditions, depression and despair took its toll on the mission Indians, as evidenced by accounts from visitors.

British Navy Captain George Vancouver visited Mission San Francisco while exploring the California coast in 1792, and described the demeanor of the Indians: “All the operations and functions both of body and mind appeared to be carried out with a mechanical, lifeless, careless indifference.”

The Russian artist Choris wrote that he never saw an Indian laugh: “They look as though they were interested in nothing.”

Spanish Accounts of Abuses

Some may argue that these outsiders descriptions were motivated by opposition to Catholicism or Spain, but there are ample records in the mission archives themselves which corroborate the picture.

Friar Antonio de la Concepcion Horra, assigned to lead Mission San Miguel in 1798, wrote a letter to the Viceroy of Mexico expressing his dismay at mission life:

“Your Excellency, I would like to inform you of the many abuses the are commonplace in that country. The manner in which the Indians are treated is by far more cruel than anything I have ever read about. For any reason, however insignificant it may be, they are severely and cruelly whipped, placed in shackles, or put in stocks for days one end without receiving even a drop of water.”

The governor of California, Diego de Borica looked into Horra’s complaints and wrote: “Generally, the treatment given the Indians is very harsh. At San Francisco, it even reached the point of cruelty…I also know why they have fled. It is due to the terrible suffering they experienced from punishments and work.”

Fleeing For Their Lives

Due to the misery of mission life, Indians sometimes attempted to escape. For example, between 1769 and 1817, there were 473 documented cases of Indian fugitives from Mission San Gabriel alone. 

A group of Saclan and Huichin Indians who had fled Mission San Francisco in 1797 were asked by Spanish officials why they had run away. Here are some of their answers, dutifully recorded by Lieutenant Jose Arguello:

Tiburcio: He testified that after his wife and daughter died, on five separate occasions Father Danti ordered him whipped because he was crying. For these reasons he fled.

Magin: He testified that he left due to his hunger and because they had put him in the stocks when he was sick, on orders from the alcalde.

Malquiedes: He declared that he had no more reason for fleeing that that he went to visit his mother, who was on the other shore.

Liborato: He testified that he left because his mother, two brothers, and three nephews died, all of hunger. So that he would not also die of hunger, he fled.

Timoteo: He declares that the alcalde Luis came to get him while he was feeling ill and whipped him. After that, Father Antonio hit him with a heavy cane. For those reasons, he fled.

Magno: He declared the he had run away because, his son being sick, he took care of him and was therefore unable to go out to work. As a result, he was given no ration and his son died of hunger.

Prospero: He declared that he had gone one night to the lagoon to hunt for ducks for food. For this Father Antonio Danti ordered him stretched out and beaten. Then, the following week he was whipped again for having gone out on paseo (to visit his village). For these reasons he fled.

Russian hunter Vassili Petrovitch Tarakanoff, who was taken prisoner by the Spanish in 1815, recalls witnessing the treatment of Indians who had fled their mission and were recaptured:

“They were bound with rawhide ropes, and some were bleeding from wounds, and some children were tied to their mothers…Some of the runaway men were tied on sticks and beaten with straps. One chief was taken out into the open field, and a young calf which had just died was skinned, and the chief was sewn into the skin while it was yet warm. He was kept tied to a stake all day, but he soon died, and they kept his corpse tied up.”

Rebellion

Aside from running away, another reaction to death and mistreatment at the missions was armed revolt.

Diegueno Indians rebelled and burned down Mission San Diego in 1775. When asked why they had burned the mission, the Indians later said “they wanted to kill the fathers and soldiers in order to live as they did before.”

A female Gabrieleno (Kizh) shaman named Toypurina planned a revolt at Mission San Gabriel in 1785. Unfortunately, the plot was discovered and stopped. At her trial in 1786, Toypurina (who is a hero to the Gabrieleno today, sort of like Joan of Arc), said to her accusers: “I hate the padres and all of you for living here on my native soil, for trespassing upon the land of my forefathers and and despoiling our tribal domains.”

Perhaps the most successful uprising involved Quechan Indians who wiped out a mission and two settlements founded by the Spaniards on the California side of the Colorado River in 1781. 

There was also the Great Chumash Uprising of 1824, which involved Indians from three Missions (Santa Ines, Santa Barbara, and La Purisima) taking arms against their Spanish oppressors.

After the Missions

In 1821, Mexico won its independence from Spain. Missions were secularized in the 1830s. The vast lands were supposed to be re-distributed among the Indians, but things didn’t work out that way. Many were cheated out of property, or lands were seized by corrupt officials. Many Indians became ranch hands on Mexican ranchos. Under Mexican, and then American rule, the Indians would continue to suffer in new and traumatic ways.

Reflecting on the legacy of the missions, Friar Mariano Payeras wrote to his superiors in Mexico City in 1820: “I fear that a few years hence on seeing Alta California deserted and depopulated of Indians within a century of its discovery and conquest by the Spaniards, it will be asked where is the numerous heathendom that used to populate it?…even the most pious and kindly of us will answer: the Missionary priests baptized them, administered the sacraments to them, and buried them.”

Between 1769 and 1890, the Native American population declined from an estimated 300,000 to 16,600.

Whitewashing History

Despite this documented record of oppression, disease, cruelty, and death—the California Missions experienced a revival in the late 19th and early 20th century as a way to market oranges, real estate, and a romantic myth of California’s past.

Castillo writes, “The missions, where thousands of Indians remain buried in unmarked mass graves, were resurrected in the 1890s and early 1900s and rebuilt as monuments to a concocted past that featured a loving, cooperative relationship between the friars and the Indians. Many California leaders, either ignorant of the truth or choosing to ignore what happened, joined in this duplicity.”

In his book Orange County: a Personal History, in a chapter entitled “Our Climate is Faultless: Constructing America’s Perpetual Eden” local writer Gustavo Arellano discusses how American businessmen and early 20th century mass media contributed to the myth of a Spanish Mission past that never existed.  

On orange crate label art like Charles Chapman’s Old Mission Brand and in films like Douglas Fairbanks’ The Mark of Zorro (and all the Zorro stories that followed), the mission myth was born—ignoring the ugly historical reality. 

This myth continues today. “Across California, streets, playgrounds, and even schools have been named after Padre Junipero Serra,” Castillo writes, “Yet Serra is still revered by many in California as a kindly friar who loved and treated the Indians as if they were his children.”

In Sacramento, on the grounds of the state capitol, there is a bronze statue of Serra. In San Francisco a gigantic statue of Serra overlooks the entrance to Golden Gate Park. And in Washington D.C., in the National Statuary Hall of the nation’s Capitol Building, there is a statue of Serra holding a model of a mission in one hand and a large cross in the other. Not to mention the numerous statues of Serra at the missions themselves.

“For decades, the California State Department of Education has required every elementary school in the state to teach fourth grade pupils of the supposed contributions of not only Junipero Serra, but of the missions themselves,” Castillo writes.

In 1988, Pope John Paul II conferred beatification on Father Junipero Serra, a major step toward becoming a saint. 

It seems that, as with American history in general, California still has much reckoning to do with its real past.

Toypurina: Hero to the Kizh

The story of the Kizh people has been one of tragedy after tragedy, and their history has been largely suppressed or distorted.  When I met the members of Kizh nation, they told me their tribal history, and I picked up a relatively new book they published called Toypurina: the Joan of Arc of California.  The book tells the little-known history of a Kizh woman named Toypurina who, in 1785, led her people in a revolt against their Spanish oppressors.  She is a folk hero to the Kizh people and, according to the book, “She is the only Native American woman to have initiated, organized, and led a revolt against foreign oppression in all American history.  She is outstanding and unique in Native American history and therefore, in American history as well.”

Here’s a brief summary of Toypurina’s story, taken from the book:

“In 1785, she was approached by a neophyte (baptized captive) Nicolas Jose at Mission San Gabriel.  He was reacting to the conduct of the Spanish not only to his own situation, but also to the atrocities (murders, whippings, rapes, forced religious conversions, and slave labor) that had been committed against the Kizh from the beginning the Spanish invasion until that point. Toypurina, age 25, accepted the challenge and initiated, organized, and carried out a revolt utilizing an armed force of Indian warriors. On the night of October 25th, 1785, Toypurina led her force and attacked the mission. But because a corporal of the guard had been informed of the revolt ahead of time, the Spanish mounted an ambush.  When Toypurina arrived, she and some of her warriors were arrested. She was then subjected to a sham trial at the mission where no less than the governor of Alta California, Pedro Fages, sat in judgment.  As punishment, she was exiled, baptized into Christianity, forced to divorce her Native husband and remarry a Spanish soldier and then eventually was buried at Mission San Juan Bautista.”

Though the revolt was unsuccessful, it stands as an inspiring testament to the spirit of the Kizh, and their resistance to oppression. The authors of the book compare her to Joan of Arc because “Both were religious leaders of their people, both organized revolts against invading foreign powers, both led rebel forcers in the field, both were betrayed, both were subjected to sham trials, and both suffered tragic ends.” 

The authors also compare Toypurina to other, more well-known female American heroes like Betsy Ross, Abigail Adams, Susan B. Anthony, Eleanor Roosevelt, and Coretta Scott King because “the common threads of all Ameicans are our love of freedom and our ‘American Dream’ to provide the best, both spiritual and material, for our families and for our children’s future…Toypurina rose to the occasion. She wanted to right the wrongs done to her people and to her land.”

The book serves as not only a biography of Toypurina’s life, but also as a kind of tribal history written, not from the perspective of outsiders, but by the tribe itself. The authors (which includes the chief) write at the outset: “With this work, we, the Gabrieleno Band of Mission Indians, are writing a new kind of history for us–our own history.  It is a humanistic history rather than a cold, dispassionate typical study.”

Because Toypurina has been so grossly misrepresented even by scholars, much of the work of the book Toypurina is deconstructing false histories (which abound for Native Americans) and trying to reconstruct the real history, based both on scholarly study and tribal oral history.  It is a unique book in this way. It is deeply self-conscious of the problems inherent in trying to reconstruct the past, and this is something more historians ought to wrestle with, especially when dealing with histories that have existed only on the margins of “official” history. It is a lovely, thought-provoking, and inspiring book that serves as a model of a how a group of people can, through research and storytelling, assert their identity and self-worth.

As the authors rightly note in the introduction: “Sometimes, in order to right the wrongs of the past, it is necessary to write the wrongs of the past.”

These Lands Used to Be Mexico

Any history of a human settlement must begin with “first families.” In the history of Fullerton, this “first family” is often considered to be the Ameriges, the brothers George and Edward, two commodities merchants from Boston who “founded” Fullerton in the year 1887.  But this was not really the first family here. The landscape they found was not empty or devoid of people or history.  In fact, the Amerige brothers were relative latecomers to this region.  Before they arrived, there was another lengthy history.

The true “first families” in this region were Native Americans, specifically the Kizh tribe, who had many settlements in the landscapes that would become Los Angeles and Orange Counties. In 1769, the first Europeans passed through what would become Orange County–it was the expedition of Gaspar de Portola, the Spanish soldier sent to make the first explorations and settlements of California, which was then a part of New Spain. Twelve years later, in 1781, another group of settlers arrived to found the town of Los Angeles. That’s right, Los Angeles was founded in 1781!

Among the settlers on this expedition was a farmer from the Sinaloa region of Mexico named Josef Antonio Ontiveros. Josef’s grandson, Juan Pacifico Ontiveros, would in time become a very important landowner and rancher in the area that would become Orange County. His Rancho San Juan Cajon de Santa Ana included the land that would become Fullerton. And so, in the interest in telling the complete history of this region, I’ve decided to tell some of the story of this first family–the Ontiveros family. The source of this information is a well-researched book called The Ranchos of Don Pacifico Ontiveros by a woman named Virginia Carpenter. Here’s the story of the Ontiveros family…

The Founding of Los Angeles

Los Angeles was founded in the year 1781 by a group of settlers from Mexico.  At this time, Spanish settlement in California was pretty sparse, and so the government financed pioneer parties to populate the region, sort of like how the United States would later create Homestead Acts to encourage settlement of its western regions.  An important early settlement party of this type was led by Fernando de Rivera y Moncada, Lieutenant Governor of Baja (lower) California.  He was commissioned by the government to recruit soldiers and settlers to found a pueblo (town) near Mission San Gabriel.

One of the settlers recruited was a farmer from the Sinaloa region named Josef Antonio Ontiveros, who was 36 years old at the time. Ontiveros was born in Pueblo San Pedro de Chametla (in Sinaloa) in the year 1744.  At age 22, he married Ana Maria Carrasco y Birviescas. Of their children, we know they had a boy named Juan Patricio and a girl named Juana de Dios. His wife and children would accompany him on the difficult expedition into California.


Thankfully, the Spanish were pretty good record-keepers, and in the files from this expedition we find a cool description of Josef Ontiveros: “His stature 5 feet 4 inches and 9 lines, his age 36 years, his religion Roman Catholic Apostolic. His characteristics were chestnut colored hair, blue eyes, brown skin, reddish thick eyebrows, curved or hooked nose, a gash in the eyebrow of the right eye, another one above the chin, or beard and another one on the left side of the forehead, a thin beard.”

The expedition to Los Angeles consisted of two parties: one traveling overland, and the other by boat. The Ontiveros family traveled by boat. It took them six months. Along the way, two soldiers deserted and three people died of smallpox. Meanwhile, most of the overland party was massascred by Yuma Indians, including the expedition leader Rivera.

Amazingly, all of the Ontiveros family made it safely to their destination.  On September 4, 1781, with the blessing of Governor Felipe de Neve, the settlers officially founded the town of Los Angeles. The full, original name of the town was El Pueblo de Nuestra Senora la Reyna de Los Angeles (The Town of Our Lady, the Queen of the Angels). For a time, Los Angeles was the only town between San Diego and Santa Barbara. Interestingly, however, Josef Ontiveros would not stay there long.  The following year, 1782, he was transferred to the Presidio (military fort) of Santa Barbara.

Trouble in the Army

My source for all this material, Virginia Carpenter, does not say why Josef Ontiveros was transferred to Santa Barbara shortly after he arrived in Los Angeles, for which he was recruited as a settler/soldier.  Perhaps he was just transferred there because he was needed.  It also appears that his wife and children may have stayed behind, in Los Angeles and San Gabriel, while the father was away on military duty.

While at Santa Barbara, Ontiveros was arrested as part of a desertion plot, and sent further north, to Monterey, as punishment. Why would Ontiveros desert? Carpenter provides a possible explanation: “In the 1780s desertion became a problem for the army. Because conditions were so miserable (food, clothing, and other rations were sparse), many soldiers made the attempt to return to their homes in Mexico (there was no place else to go), in spite of the fact that it was almost impossible for a man to go alone. Even if he was lucky enough to steal a mule, there were the hundreds of miles of desert to cross and Indians to dodge or fight. If a man did reach Mexico, he had to live in hiding, for to be found was to be returned to the army–and California.” I can’t help but wonder if Josef wanted to return to Sinaloa or to Los Angeles, where his family was.

In either 1787 or 1788, Josef was discharged from military duty and rejoined his family in Los Angeles, where he was given a plot of land and became a shoemaker. Ten years later, in 1798, he died at age 54.

Rise of the Ranchos

In 1784, the governor of California, Pedro Fages, received petitions from three soldiers for land grants for the purpose of raising cattle. These were the first of the famous Spanish Land Grants, the largest of which went to Manuel Nieto, who received the land that would eventually contain the Ontiveros Rancho.

When his father Josef was transferred to Santa Barbara in 1782, nine-year-old Juan Patricio Ontiveros was left with the padres at the San Gabriel Mission. He was confirmed that same year. As soon as he was old enough, he joined the army, and reached the rank of corporal. In 1794, he married Antonia Rodriguez y Noriega, who was 14. This was considered a proper age to marry at the time. Antonia’s parents were both Indians from Sinaloa. The couple had eight children for whom we have records. The eldest son was Juan Pacifico, who will become the most important person in this narrative.

In 1814, when he was 42, Patricio was Mayordomo of the San Juan Capistrano Mission. Then, in 1825, he moved to Rancho Santa Gertruedes, which was owned by the Nieto family. There, he held the position of Encargador de Justicia, which was sort of like the Justice of the Peace.  Shortly before he died, in the mid-1830s, Patricio petitioned governor Figueroa numerous times for a land grant, but was ultimately unsuccessful. That task would fall to his son, Juan Pacifico Ontiveros.

Juan Pacifico Ontiveros Becomes a Ranchero

Juan Pacifico Ontiveros, son of Juan Patricio Ontiveros, was born in Los Angeles on September 24th, 1795. In 1814, following in the footsteps of his father and grandfather, he enlisted in the army, and served for 20 years. In 1825, he married Maria Martina Osuna of Santa Barbara. He was 30 and she was 19. The couple had an astonishing thirteen children in their fertile marriage.

In 1835, after his father’s death, Juan Pacifico took up the matter of applying for a land grant. After two years of legal negotiations between Ontiveros, the Nietos family, and the Mexican government, Juan Pacifico was granted the 36,000-acre Rancho San Juan Cajon de Santa Ana, whose boundaries contained the present-day cities of Anaheim, Fullerton, Brea, and Placentia.

Juan Pacifico Ontiveros was granted the 36,000-acre Rancho San Juan Cajon de Santa Ana, whose boundaries contained the present-day cities of Anaheim, Fullerton, Brea, and Placentia.

I’d like to include Carpenter’s description of the landscape in those days of the Rancho San Juan Cajon de Santa Ana, as this landscape is almost completely lost in my day:

“The ocean, 20 miles away, could be seen and occasionally heard.  Fairly level, there were hills on the northern part and in the east where it included part of Brea Canyon. The soil varied from sandy, the diseno (map) shows a large sand wash through the center, to red clay near the Brea end. It was covered with chapparal (low bushes), mustard and large patches of cactus. The wildlife included snakes, gophers, ground squirrels, rabbits, coyotes, wild cats and mountain lions, quail, ducks and geese during their migrations. Bears and deer stayed in the canyons. There were many, many insects from fleas to ants. Trees were so few that they were used as landmarks, there were sycamores and poplar where there was water, and live oaks in the canyons.”

Juan Pacifico and Maria Ontiveros.

Now I would like to quote some fragments of Carpenter’s description of life on the rancho, as this is also a lost way of life in my day: “Families arose about three a.m. prayed and ate breakfast…The boys and young men slept out of doors…As the Indians did all the work, the rancheros had only the management to do…Men talked and gambled and rode over their land–Boys practiced riding and roping skills and played games, while women had much work to do…Older women dressed in black, as there were so many deaths to mourn in the large families…The important things were births and deaths, weddings, everyday and seasonal events and always the church…There were no schools, so few people could read or write…There was hunting, particularly bear hunts; but no fishing, all their sports being on horseback…The father, as head of the family, ruled it. He often arranged his children’s marriages and what they would do…all houses were made of adobe (sun dried bricks)…roofs (were made) of tule reeds and tar until so many were set afire in Indian attacks that the missions began making clay roof tiles, shaping them in wooden molds…everyone, even women, carried their own knives…Juan Pacifico lived quietly on his rancho taking little part in public events.”

Damn Yankees!

Alas, this way of life was not to last long, for already American businessmen had set their sights on southern California markets and real estate. As early as the 1820s, Yankees were immigrating to California. Carpenter writes: “They came for business, a new market.  The New England clipper ships built to bring tea and spices from the Orient stopped in California and found that the vast herds of cattle were a source of tallow for candles and for the leather needed by the eastern shoe factories. About the same time a demand for beaver hats in the East brought the trappers, or mountain men, as they were called, overland into the west…Many of the Anglos who came in the late 1820s and 30s stayed and became Mexican citizens so that they could own land; they married Spanish girls and thereby inherited shares in ranchos as well. They opened stores and loaned money on cattle and land at ruinous rates, foreclosing when payments could not be met. The easy-living rancheros knew nothing about Anglo business methods, nor compound interest.”

One of these immigrants was an Italian named Giovani Batiste Leandri (or, as he was called in Mexican California, Juan Bautista Leandry). He moved to Los Angeles in 1827 and opened a store. He prospered as a businessman, became a citizen in 1839, married a Mexican woman named Francesca Uribe, and bought Rancho Los Coyotes from the Nietos. Next, Leandry brought suit against Juan Pacifico Ontiveros over the boundary between their ranchos, and managed to get a valuable water spring. Leandry died in 1843, but more losses were on the horizon for the Ontiveros family.

Between 1846-1848, there was the Mexican American War, which Ulysses S. Grant called “one of the most unjust ever waged by a stronger against a weaker nation. It was an instance of a republic following the bad example of European monarchies, in not considering justice in their desire to acquire additional territory.” This war ended with the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo, in which Mexico was forced to cede half of her country to the United States. This included California, which was admitted to the Union as a free (as opposed to slave) state in 1850.

Conquest by Bureaucracy

In 1849, in the intermediary period between the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo and the Statehood of California, Bernardo Yorba (owner of the neighboring Rancho Canon de Santa Ana) bought an area of the Ontiveros rancho called Canada de la Brea (which included modern day Brea Canyon). Yorba paid $400 for the land, which amounted to about 30 cents per acre. This sale was actually part of a more complex land deal, in which Yorba then traded Canada de la Brea to an Englishman named Isaac Williams, who’d married into a Mexican rancho family, and been given Rancho Santa Ana del Chino. If things start to get confusing at this point, I’m sorry. After the American conquest of California, things got notoriously confusing when it came to land ownership.

Carpenter explains the new and unfortunate situation for rancheros like Ontiveros in the early years after California became a part of the United States, an era which I will call Conquest by Bureaucracy: “The greatest difficulty which the rancheros experienced was to be in the matter of their land titles. The Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo guaranteed Mexican citizens possession of their property; but the United States did not consider a declaration of ownership sufficient; there must be official records. A ‘Board of United States Land Commissioners [was] appointed to settle private land claims in California’ and every ranchero was ordered to present proof of his ownership and the location and size of his rancho. This was disastrous for many of them and contributed to the break-up of the rancho system, because of the casual way the grants had been handled and their indefinite boundaries. Few of the rancheros could read or write, so a man’s word had served in business, and as many had lost their papers, most of the claims had to go through the courts, a time-consuming and expensive process…The Land Commission of three men handled over 800 cases between 1852 and 1856.”

Carpenter does a valiant and detailed job of explaining and summarizing the lengthy and frustrating legal battles that Juan Pacifico Ontiveros faced in an effort to hold onto his rancho. I will spare you the details and explain it as simply as possible. In 1854, the United States Land Commission rejected Ontiveros’ claim to the rancho he’d owned for 20 years. He appealed the decision and, in 1856, the Court of Appeals reversed the Land Commission’s decision. But the attorney for the Land Commission didn’t give up. He took the case all the way to the U.S. Supreme court, who in 1857 upheld Ontiveros’ claim.  

The End of the Rancho, and the Founding of Anaheim, Placentia, and Fullerton

In 1856, Juan Pacifico Ontiveros purchased another rancho called Tepusquet near Santa Barbara. Within a few years, he would sell off all of his Rancho San Juan Cajon de Santa Ana and move to his new rancho. This period is really interesting because, in this era, we see the birth of the present-day towns of Anaheim, Placentia, and Fullerton.

First, Anaheim.  In 1857, Ontiveros sold 1,165 acres of his rancho to a George Hanson, who was employed by a group of Germans in San Francisco who were interesting in forming a colony to raise grapes. These Germans formed the town of Anaheim.  

Second, Placentia.  In 1863, Pacifico and his wife deeded 3,900 acres of their rancho to their two sons Patricio and Juanito. Family tradition says that these brothers lost the land in a gambling debt to their brother-in-law, Augustus Langenberger. This guy then sold then land to a man named Daniel Kraemer, who was one of the founding members of Placentia.

Third, Fullerton.  In 1863, Juan Pacifico sold the lion’s share of his rancho to Abel Stearns, who (at the time) was the largest land owner and cattle baron in Southern California. He paid $6,000 for 30,672 acres. In 1868, beset by financial problems, Stearns and his friend Alfred Robinson, along with businessmen in San Francisco, formed a syndicate called the Stearns Rancho Company. It was from the Stearns Rancho Company that George and Edward Amerige, two merchants from Boston, in conjunction with the Santa Fe Railroad, purchased the land upon which they founded the town of Fullerton in 1887.

Conclusion

For the conclusion of this post, I’d like to quote Virginia Carpenter: “The orange groves and mainly rural life remained until the 1960s when the boom made Orange County the fastest growing county in America reached the area. The five towns grew until their borders touched and the trees were pulled out to make way for houses, apartments, condominiums, business and industry. Stearns Ranchos Company and the Anaheim Union Water Company continued in business until the 1970s.

The price of land has increased ever more than the population which has grown from one family to over 400,000. Juan Pacifico Ontiveros paid nothing for his land; the first purchasers $2 per acre; Langenberger in 1864 only .95 cents per acre; Daniel Kraemer the next year $1.18; McFadden four years later, $10.  By 1876 the price had risen to $50; orange groves were hundreds, then thousands of dollars an acre and now the price of an acre is in the hundreds of thousands and lots grow smaller.”

Juan Pacifico Ontiveros died in 1877 on his Rancho Tepusquet.  According to the existing records, Pacifico had 88 grandchildren and 103 years elapsed between the birth of the first child and the death of the last one. Thus they lived through California history from its Mexican days to modern times.

Abel Stearns: A Transitional Figure

Just as Pio Pico, the last Mexican governor of California, represents an important (and representative) transitional figure in California’s history, stretching from the Native American Era to the Spanish Era to the Mexican Era, to the American Era, so does Abel Stearns, who once owned nearly all the lands that encompass present day Orange County, including Fullerton.  Who was he?  To answer this question, I just read a very interesting chapter on him from local historian Phil Brigandi’s book Orange County Chronicles. Here’s a little bit about Abel Stearns, aka Horse-Face.

Abel Stearns

He was born in Massachusetts in 1798, but was orphaned at age 12.  After spending his adolescence traveling on trading ships, he settled in Mexico in the early 1820s, where he became a Mexican citizen.  This was just after the Mexican War for Independence, and about 20 years before the Mexican-American War.  Stearns eventually moved to Los Angeles in the 1830s. This was when Los Angeles (and all of California) was still a part of Mexico. This was the era of the Californios–Spanish-speaking residents of Alta (“Upper”) California.

In LA, Stearns opened a store dealing with cow hides and tallow (oil), which were the main exports of California in those days.  The wealthiest California landowners at this time were almost all cattle ranchers. Abel became a sort of “middle-man” between the producers of cow hides, and the merchant ships. He was very successful at this, eventually establishing a warehouse near present-day San Pedro in 1834. The following year, he got into a knife-fight with a drunken sailor, who cut up Stearns’ face pretty bad. His ugly face earned him the nick-name “Caro de Caballo” aka “Horse Face”.

What he lacked in beauty, he made up in wealth. In 1841, at age 43, he married the 14-year-old daughter of a wealthy rancher. Her name was Arcadia Bandini. The following year, Horse-Face purchased his first rancho from governor Jose Figueroa, the 28,000-acre Rancho Los Alamitos, the first of many large ranchos he would purchase from debt-ridden Californios. The loss of the Mexican-American War proved disastrous to Californios, but provided a nice business opportunity for the Yankee Abel Stearns. By the late 1850s, Horse-Face had acquired the following ranchos: Los Coyotes, La Habra, Las Bolsas, Yorba, and San Juan Cajon de Santa Ana. At the height of his weath, Stearns owned around 200,000 acres of Southern California land.

Several factors contributed to Stearns’ decline. The dwindling of the Gold Rush hit him pretty hard–he’d made a fortune selling beef to gold-hungry miners in the 1850s. Then, there was a massive drought in 1863-64, which took a major toll on his cattle. By the late 1860s, Stearns began selling off his vast holdings to pay off debts. Along with his friend Alfred Robinson and other businessmen, he formed a real estate company, which sold off subdivided acreage to prospective settlers and town-builders. Two of these town builders were George and Edward Amerige, who bought the land which would be called Fullerton.

Domingo and Maria Bastanchury

I’ve begun flipping through Samuel Armor’s massive 1,600 hundred page book History of Orange County: With Biographical Sketches of the Leading Men and Women of the County who Have Been Identified with Its Earliest Growth and Development from the Early Days to the Present (1921).  Here’s what I learned from reading the section on Fullerton pioneers Domingo and Maria Bastanchury. Fellow locals will recognize Bastanchury Road, one of Fullerton’s main thoroughfares, named after the Bastanchury family.

Domingo Bastanchury

Domingo was born in Aldudes, Basses-Pyrenees, France in 1839, son of Gracian Bastanchury. He never received any formal education, but instead made his living as  sheep herder. At age 21, he sailed for America, around Cape Horn, and landed in California. The difficult voyage took six months. He continued working as a sheep herder, gradually acquiring lands. At one time, he was the largest sheep herder in LA County (before the formation of Orange County in 1889), owning between 15,000 and 20,000 head. He eventually acquired over 6,000 acres, in and around present-day Fullerton, and  switched his business to citrus cultivation. At one time, the family owned the largest citrus grove in the world. He and his sons (Gaston and John) formed the Bastanchury Ranch Company.

Maria Bastanchury

In 1874, he married Maria Oxarart, who was born in 1848, also in Basses-Pyrenees.  She obtained a limited education in her home country before immigrating to America. Biographer Samuel Armor writes: “Mrs. Bastanchury shared with her husband all the trials and hardships incident to pioneer life on the plains of Southern California and while he was in the mountains with his sheep she was alone with her little family, her nearest neighbors being several miles away. She well remembers the country when there was no sign of the present town of Fullerton; all the trading was done in Los Angeles or Anaheim…There were only two houses between her home place and Los Angeles, and where now hundreds of autos travel the main road between Los Angeles and Fullerton, in the early days there would not be more than one team a week.”

Evantually, Domingo and Maria had four sons: Dominic (who owned a 400-acre ranch in La Habra), Gaston (manager of the Bastanchury Ranch Company), as well as Joseph and John (who also oversaw the ranch). Domingo died in 1909, leaving the vast family holdings to his wife and sons.

Early American Settlers

Following the Mexican-American War (1846-1848), the Gold Rush of 1849, and California becoming an American state in 1850, American settlers began arriving and putting down roots on the land that would become Fullerton.

In the 1860s, much of this land was owned by the Stearns Rancho Company, and so many of these early settlers purchased land from this company. The town of Fullerton wouldn’t be established until 1887.

My source for this initial survey of early pioneers is Bob Ziebell’s Fullerton: a Pictorial History.

An early settler was the Basque sheep herder Domingo Bastanchury, who arrived in 1868, and first leased, and then purchased land in what is now north Fullerton for his growing sheep herd. Over time, he acquired more acres, and expanded his business into cattle, hogs, citrus, and other crops.

Another early farmer/settler was Daniel Kraemer, perhaps more known as a Placentia pioneer who purchased 3,900 acres from August F. Langenerger and moved his family into the old Ontiveros adobe and began farming in 1867.

In 1868, Jerome B. Stone and his wife Anna arrived and purchased two hundred acres of land that extended from present day Harbor/Orangethorpe to the Santa Fe railroad tracks. Before it was called Fullerton, this area was known as Orangethrope. Other early settlers in the Orangethorpe area were the Germans Henry Burdorf, Chris Rorden, and Henry Boeckman.

Jerome B. Stone (seated at center) with his family. Photo courtesy of the Fullerton Public Library Local History Room.

In 1869, William McFadden purchased 90 acres around what is now Placentia and Yorba Linda Boulevards, and began farming. He, like many of these early settlers, would become involved in civic affairs like the Chamber of Commerce and water issues.

Alexander Gardiner, a native of Scotland, moved here with his family from Tennessee in 1869, and established a walnut farm.

Benjamin Franklin Porter came here from Texas on a wagon train in 1870, and purchased 40 acres of land on the north side of Orangethorpe. He and his wife raised 15 children. Porter helped establish the Orangethorpe school in 1872 and Fullerton High School in 1893.

In 1873, Otto Des Granges, a native of Prussia, bought 80 acres of land around present day Cal State Fullerton and Acacia Ave. and built up a citrus and walnut farm.

Richard H. Gilman owned another citrus ranch near Des Granges’. It was here that the first Valencia oranges would be cultivated.

The Amerige Brothers: Founders of Fullerton

To commemorate the 50th anniversary of the founding of the City of Fullerton, some local residents interviewed many early pioneers of the city in 1937. These interviews were paraphrased and compiled into a document entitled “The Story of Fullerton and Its Founders” which is available in the Local History Room of the Fullerton Public Library.

Included in this document is a narrative based on a series of interviews with George Henry Amerige, one of the founders of Fullerton. The interview was conducted by Darrel A. McGavran, whose father worked for the Chapman ranches. The following information is taken from this, and other, sources.

The Amerige Family

The Amerige family is of ancient Italian origin, being one of the oldest protestant families of Italy. The name, in Italian, Amerigo, is from the same derivation as that of Amerigo Vespucci (1451-1512), Italian explorer after whom the American continents were named.

Because of religious persecution (Italy was catholic, the Ameriges were protestant), the Amerige family moved to Germany. Maurice Amerige, grandfather of George Henry Amerige, came to Boston, Massachusetts around 1807. Maurice Amerige was a dealer in horses, and the Ameriges became one of the prominent colonial families of New England. Maurice Amerige and his wife Sarah had three sons:

George Brown, who went to California during the gold rush of 1849 and became the owner and editor of the Alta Californian, the first paper ever published in California.

William Amerige, who went to China as a trader, and died there in 1839.

Henry Amerige, father of George Henry Amerige, who became a prominent sail-maker and ship outfitter in Boston. Among the ships outfitted by Henry Amerige was the “Star of the East,” which carried missionaries to Honolulu, Hawaii. Henry Amerige outfitted the ship for the arctic explorer Dr. Elisha Kent, for his trip to the North Pole in 1852. In his early years, Henry traveled extensively and visited almost all of the continents of the world.

Henry Amerige helped develop the Boston suburb named Malden (after which Malden street in Fullerton is named), and became a leading citizen and city planner. There is a park in Malden called “Amerige Park.”

Henry Amerige married Harriette Elizabeth Russell, who also came from an old and prominent New England colonial family. Her great great grandfather, Eleazer Giles, lived in Salem, Massachusetts during the Salem Witch Trials. Her grandfather, also named Eleazer Giles, fought in the American Revolutionary War, commanding the armed brig “Saratoga.” He was a seafaring man and actually had a wooden leg. Her father, Benjamin Russell, was a slave trader.

Harriette and Henry Amerige had five children, of whom George Henry Amerige was the second born.

George Amerige was born in Malden, Massachusetts in 1855. Edward R. Amerige was born in 1857. The brothers established a successful grain and hay business in Massachusettes, before moving to California in 1886.

George and Edward Found Fullerton

The two brothers first visited northern California where they purchased some land in Sierra Madre. It was on a duck-hunting trip south that they discovered the potential for development in Southern California and decided to move here and invest.

George Amerige.
Edward Amerige.

They first moved to Anaheim, which was an already-established town. 

According to “The Story of Fullerton and Its Founders”: “Driving out from Anaheim in all directions to shoot quail and dove, they became interested in what is now the Fullerton District and conceived and formulated a plan to start a town, thinking here, of all the places they had examined, would be the location for a successful and permanent municipality.”

In 1909, Edward reflected on their decision in “The Pictorial American and Town Talk”:

“At the close of the great boom of 1886 and 1887, when Southern California was attracting the attention of the whole United States, and, might I say, civilized world; when people were flocking to Los Angeles and vicinity by the thousands, attracted by its wonderful matchless climate and the possible resources of this, the new Mecca, for ambitions people of all climes–a land of peace, plenty and equitable climate excelled by no other; when cities sprang up like magic from wasteless and treeless plains; when by the advent of the eastern capitalist, who, with an abundance of enterprise and capital, made the supposed desert blossom and bloom like the rose; when, by the development of and use of water for irrigating purposes, a transformation scene was enacted that would equal ‘the fairy tales of Aladdin’–two young tenderfeet, G.H. and E.R. Amerige, attracted by the rich and beautiful Fullerton-Placential District, the accessibility and abundance of water for both domestic and irrigation purposes; after a thorough and careful inspection of all the surrounding country and many other locations, conceived and formulated the plan of starting a town, thinking that here, of all locations thy had examined, would be the ideal location for a successful and permanent municipality.”

The Amerige brothers purchased 390 acres from brothers D.E. and C.S. Miles, 20 acres from William S. Fish and another 20 acres from Joseph Frantz, to establish a 430-acre townsite. 

In Fullerton: a Pictorial History, Bob Ziebell writes, “Using current names, the property was bounded approximately by Chapman Avenue on the north, Valencia Drive on the south, Raymond Avenue on the west. A copy of the agreement with the Miles brothers dated May 14, 1887, indicates the purchase price was $68,250.”

Starting a new town involved more than just purchasing a property. There was surveying, plotting, and grading to be done, as well as construction of some initial buildings.

According to “The Story of Fullerton and Its Founders”:

“When they learned that the California Central Railroad Company, a subsidiary of the Santa Fe Railroad, would soon build a line from Los Angeles to San Diego, passing through Orange County [then, it was not yet a county] the Amerige Brothers waited on George H. Fullerton who, at that time, was president of the Pacific Land Improvement Company and also the ‘right-of-way’ man for the railroad, who informed them that several surveys had been made, but none of them would take in their tract of land. By offering him a right-of-way through their land and an interest in the town-site, they prevailed upon him to change the survey to bring the railroad through their land and south into Anaheim.” 

The Ameriges then formed a closed stock company, partnering with the Pacific Land Improvement Company and H. Gaylord Wilshire [who later developed parts of Los Angeles].

On July 5, 1887, Edward R. Amerige drove the first stake in a field at what is now the corner of Commonwealth Ave. and Spadra Road (now Harbor Blvd.).

As for the naming of the town, George Fullerton’s son, Perry, told it this way in 1947:

“Well, the way my father has always told it to me–I heard him tell it a number of times, was that they had laid out various towns around Southern California for the Santa Fe Railroad, and…they decided to put a town at this location, and when it came to the question of a name, why the board of directors…wanted to name it for my father. My father said no, he didn’t want to; he was a man who never wanted to put himself forward at all in the public eye, and he said no, he didn’t care for that at all. So it was stopped right at that time…but he had to leave the vicinity for a few days and when he came back, why, the town was named Fullerton, and the President of the Santa Fe Railroad had okayed it, so that was all there was to it. I guess that’s about the whole story. Oh, yes, Mr. Smith, who was then President of the Santa Fe Railroad, wanted to name the town Marceline, after his wife, but the board members thought it sounded too much like vaseline, so they said no…so they went ahead and named it Fullerton.”

George Fullerton.

The Amerige brothers’ real estate office, the first structure built in the town, still stands next to Amerige park on Commonwealth.

George and Edward named many of the first streets of Fullerton after streets of their hometown of Malden. Some of these include: Commonwealth Avenue, Malden Street, Highland Avenue, and Amerige Avenue.  Other streets were named after officials of the Pacific Land and Improvement Company and the Santa Fe Railroad Company, which were business partners with the Ameriges.

George Amerige says he installed the town’s first water system “employing Chinamen to do the excavation work on the ditches…Hooker Bros. supplied the water pipe and made the connections…The first well was drilled by Padderatz Bros. [in the block bounded by Highland, Malden, Whiting, and Wilshire Avenues] on September 26, 1887…the first water was raised by an old fashion hot air engine and later by a windmill.”

Ziebell describes early buildings: “The first ‘significant’ building–and an imposing one it was–was the St. George Hotel, an elaborate three-story facility set back from the northeast corner of Commonwealth and Harbor, about where the southwest portion of the block’s interior parking lot is now located. Other structures soon followed, the first built by H. Gaylord Wilshire on two lots at the southeast corner of Harbor and Commonwealth, home of Fullerton’s first grocery store (Ford and Howell) and later the famed Stern and Goodman general merchandise story; the next by C. Schindler, P.A. Schumacher, and T.S. Grimshaw–the center store becoming known as the Sansinena Block–on three East Commonwealth lots behind the Wilshire Building: followed by the Chadbourne Block on four lots at the northwest corner of Commonwealth and Harbor.”

Water Use in Early Orange County

When we turn on the tap, or take a shower, few people take time to wonder: Where does the water come from? Like many aspects of life in developed areas, water is one of those things that we just take for granted.

But the reality behind water is vastly deeper than we might suspect. It involves agencies, agencies within agencies, politicians, lawyers, engineers, bureaucrats, and businessmen. Average folks like you and me have, historically, existed on the outside of water debates. Well, my fellow water-users, here’s an inside scoop, based mainly on the book A History of Orange County Water District by Barbara Milkovich. I’m fairly certain that I am one of a very small handful of people who have actually read this book. It’s no thriller, but it is instructive.

For centuries, water use in Orange County was fairly simple. Native Americans built their dwellings along the Santa Ana river and had all the water they needed to survive. This was at a time when the Santa Ana river was a real river, capable of sustaining local people, plants and animals, and not the man-made concrete trickling channel it has become.

The coming of the Spanish conquistadors and missionaries signaled the end of the Santa Ana river as it had existed for centuries. Milkovich writes, “Beginning in the 18th century, Europeans introduced their concept of community control of irrigation and water management as their colonies developed.” Only a European would view a river as something to be “managed.”

As they built missions and military outposts, the Spanish began the project of “controlling” the land and water for maximum yield: “Eventually the Mission [San Gabriel] had some 6,000 acres of land under irrigation, including tracts in Santa Ana.” They dug ditches [or, rather, compelled the Native Americans to dig ditches] to divert water from the Santa Ana river to their crops. It was the Spanish who taught the Native Americans to abandon their “primitive” ways and to embrace “civilization.”

Irrigation projects expanded as the Spanish government in California divided the land into ranchos, spanning thousands of acres, which needed increasing amounts of water.

When the United States took over California in 1851, water became a commodity to be bought and sold, like everything else. The first water company in Orange County was the Anaheim Water Company, which was owned and controlled by local landowners.

By the 1870s, other developers arrived on the scene, hoping to make lots of money off the land. A.B. Chapman and his partner established the Semi-Tropical Water Company to irrigate their lands from the Santa Ana river.

Santa Ana River, circa 1899. Photo courtesy of Anaheim Public Library

This ultimately led to a legal battle over water “rights” between the Anaheim Water Company and the Semi-Tropical Water Company, which went all the way to the California Supreme Court. Eventually, after a couple mergers of companies into larger more powerful companies, the case was settled out of court and the Santa Ana river water fell under the control of two large companies: The Anaheim Union Water Company and the Santa Ana Valley Irrigation Company. These two companies controlled and sold the water until the 1960s.

With the gold rush and agricultural boom of the late 19th century, the water of the Santa Ana river became inadequate to support all the new settlers and developers. To paraphrase a film: We drank that milkshake. We drank it up.

So developers looked to other water sources and found them in underwater artesian wells, which at one time held 2.5 to 3 million acre-feet of water in Orange County. Drawing water from these underground wells, the Santa Ana river, and the Bolsa Chica wetlands, agriculture skyrocketed in Orange County. Between 1888 and 1912, the amount of irrigated acres rose from 23,500 to 50,000.

This massive exploitation of local water resources was not without consequences. Water levels were dropping rapidly, faster than they could be naturally replenished by rain and mountain runoff. In 1925, water engineer J.B. Lippincott reported to the Orange County Board of Supervisors that the underground artesian well water had shrunk from 315 square miles in 1888 to 52 square miles in 1923.

So what was Orange County’s solution to this very real problem? Did they scale back the massive development? Did they seek more sustainable lifestyles? No way. They looked eastward, thirstily, to the mighty Colorado River. They didn’t want to limit growth and production. They wanted to exand, expand, expand! They wanted more, more, more! It was the American way.

In 1924, local growers like Charles C. Chapman (Orange Tycoon/Fullerton Mayor) lobbied hard for the creation of the Boulder Dam and the building of an aqueduct to bring water from the Colorado River to Orange County. They were successful. Consequently, the value of citrus crops rose in value and profits from $2.7 million in 1911 to $28 million in 1927.

That same year, 1927, saw the formation of the Metropolitan Water District, a joint business venture between wealthy growers and local governments. The MWD, which to this day provides Fullerton with some of its water, ensured decades of water to Orange County, courtesy of the Colorado river. By 1935, 54,000 acres of orange groves existed in Orange County, irrigated by diminishing local supplies and a seemingly endless supply from the Colorado river.

In 1931, prompted by concerns over shrinking groundwater levels, the Orange County Water District was formed with the purpose of conserving and replenishing OC groundwater. The directors of the OCWD were elected by property owners, who were in turn charged a “pump tax” in addition to whatever they were paying the MWD.

1890-1900

Downtown Fullerton in 1890. Photo courtesy of the Fullerton Public Library Local History Room.

Fullerton elementary schoolhouse, 1899. Photo courtesy of the Fullerton Public Library Local History Room.

1894 Clipping from Fullerton Tribune newspaper.

1898 clipping from Fullerton Tribune newspaper.

1900-1910

Chapman preferred a fawning press, so he funded his own newspaper.

Fullerton Grammar School. Photo courtesy of the Fullerton Public Library Local History Room.

Fullerton Carnegie Library, early 20th century.

Walter Johnson aka “The Big Train”

1911-1920

Fullerton’s second high school at Amerige Park burned down in 1911. Photos courtesy of the Fullerton Public Library Local History Room.

Fullerton in The 1920s

The California Hotel, built in 1923. Photo courtesy of the Fullerton Public Library Local History Room.
The Chapman Building, completed in 1923. Photo courtesy of the Fullerton Public Library Local History Room.

Ford School, built in 1921, was later torn down to make way for senior apartments and Ford Park. Photo courtesy of the Fullerton Public LIbrary Local History Room.

Maple School, built in 1924. Photo courtesy of the Fullerton Public Library Local History Room.

Bastanchury Ranch Mexican School. Photo courtesy of the Fullerton Public Library Local History Room.

Rialto Theater in downtown Fullerton, 1920s. Photo courtesy of the Fullerton Public Library Local History Room.

Odd Fellows Building on E. Commonwealth Ave.

Fullerton in the 1930s

Fullerton Daily News-Tribune, 1932.

Works Progress Administration sign at Fullerton College. Photo by the author.

Fullerton Daily News-Tribune, 1933.

Destruction in Fullerton from 1938 flood.

Fullerton Daily News-Tribune, 1938.

Entrance to Maple School. Photo by the author.

Wilshire School students circa 1930s. Photo courtesy of Fullerton Public Library Local History Room.
School of Continuing Education today. Photo by the author.

Portion of “Pastoral California” mural. Photo by the author.

Fullerton College 300 building–a WPA building and the first built on campus. Photo by the author.

Fullerton Museum Center building. Photo by the author.

Post Office mural. Photo by the author.

City Hall under construction. Photo courtesy of Fullerton Public Library Local History Room.
Fullerton Police Station (former City Hall) today. Photo by the author.

Hillcrest Park Fountain. Photo courtesy of Fullerton Public Library Local History Room.
Hillcrest Park stonework. Photo by the author.

Amerige Park baseball game in the 1930s. Photo courtesy of Fullerton Public Library Local History Room.

“Pastoral California” mural. Photo by the author.

Detail from “Pastoral California” mural depicting Pio Pico, the last governor of Mexican California and famous Californio singer Laura Moya.

1939 article from Fullerton News-Tribune courtesy of the Local History Room of the Fullerton Public Library.

The allegedly offending women.

Fullerton Daily News-Tribune, 1932.

Campo Pomona.

Fullerton Grammar School at Wilshire and Lawrence, which no longer exists. Notice the difference in quality with the Mexican School.

Fullerton Daily News-Tribune, 1933.
Santa Ana Register, 1936.

Fullerton Daily News-Tribune, 1936.

Fullerton Daily News-Tribune, 1936

Illustration for Carey McWilliams’ article “Gunkist Oranges”

Fullerton Daily News-Tribune, 1934

Fullerton Daily News-Tribune, 1934.
Fullerton Daily News-Tribune ad.

Fullerton Daily News-Tribune, 1931.

Fullerton Daily News-Tribune, 1932.

Fullerton Daily News-Tribune, 1934.

Fullerton Daily News-Tribune, 1937.