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thoughtportal · 1 year
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California genocide 
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/California_genocide
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bloody_Island_massacre
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Round_Valley_Settler_Massacres_of_1856%E2%80%931859
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vintagegeekculture · 9 months
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Californian artist Joe Mora's 1933 diagram of the evolution of the cowboy in California, starting with Mexican Haciendado, through the Mountain Men, Cheyenne Buffalo Hunter, the Vaquero, and the cowmen.
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He's just sitting there... ✨menacingly✨
Please enjoy meeting our resident Slowly Melting Wax Nixon Head, he lives in the California History Room and he does not have eyes.
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elierlick · 8 months
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Lucy Hicks Anderson transitioned at age 15 in 1901. A talented chef, she earned enough to buy a house for a prohibition-era brothel and speakeasy. She was beloved in her community of Oxnard, California, until she had to move after the district attorney publicly outed her as trans. She went to court for writing "female" on her marriage certificate in 1945. During her trial, she challenged the public: “I defy any doctor in the world to prove that I am not a woman. I have lived, dressed, acted just what I am, a woman.” The jury still convicted her despite her popular reputation. You can read more about her story in C. Riley Snorton's Black on Both Sides.
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theolivefox · 9 months
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"Wild Buck, Two Does and Fawn", Big Basin, Calif.
Vintage Linen-Type Postcard, Pictorial Wonderland Art-Tone Series; Stanley A. Plitz Company circa. 1930-50s.
(please do not feed the wildlife.)
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💙I FUCKING LOVE CALIFORNIA💙
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kcvulpinestudios · 2 months
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It was the Day of Remembrance, and Pri wanted to be alone at the memorial. She was thinking about the injustice that occurred to her Japanese family. In one moment, they had a decent business that just made it through the Depression. The next, they were on a train heading to an assembly camp before being shipped out to Manzanar. The stories of the cold and the dust that entered the barracks, the thought of betrayal from their country just for being who they were. It's too much to think about. Especially for a soft soul like Pri. So, she sits there shivering, just wondering why. "Why us? Will something like this happen again?" The only she can do was pray for the best.
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As much as I love my area, I can't ignore the dark history that surrounds it. Especially if it left a mark on the many cultures in the Central Valley. And with a day like yesterday (the Day of Remembrance), I had to make a story around it. So I made one about Pri due to her Japanese heritage. It's my way to address this injustice.
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sagradofemenin0 · 1 year
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Historic Church in Bodie, California.
📷: Dave Toussaint
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the-golden-vanity · 2 months
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Two Years Before The Mast reading update: an unintentionally hilarious passage for a 21st century reader, as Richard Henry Dana explains that there are no streets in (pre-Gold Rush) California.
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goldengay49 · 9 months
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Nikolai Petrovich Rezanov was a Russian noble man and states man, wrote a lexicon of the Japanese language and several other works, which are preserved in the library of the Saint Petersburg Academy of Sciences, and was the Russian ambassador to Japan and what’s written on his grave is basically a Katy Perry song!
“I’ll never forget you” meant for María de la Concepción Marcela Argüello y Moraga, She was the daughter of José Darío Argüello, the Spanish governor of Alta California and Presidio Commandante and lived in Yerba Buena (San Francisco)
HE LEGIT SAID “California girls are unforgettable”
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deadpresidents · 9 months
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The casket of President Warren G. Harding being loaded into a car outside the Palace Hotel in San Francisco on August 3, 1923. The awning over the entry of the hotel had been draped in black mourning crepe in the hours following the President's death.
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mathancalifas · 1 year
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Before San Jose was an endless ugly suburban sprawl, it was some of the best most fertile orchard land in the world with topsoil measured in feet, not inches. Capitalists turned it into sprawl because housing made more money, destroying a heart breakingly beautiful place and an irreplicable natural resource for the sake of short term profits. Tell me again how "efficient" capitalist markets are. I dare you. City of San Jose, Santa Clara Valley Cherry Orchard This view today would show Alum Rock Avenue, looking toward downtown San Jose. Photographer unknown.
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Biddy Mason's journey embodies #blackgirlmagic. Born into slavery in 1818, she later became a free person, nurse, and esteemed citizen of Los Angeles. In 1848, she traveled from Mississippi to Utah with Robert Smith's wagon train, eventually settling in San Bernardino, CA. When Smith attempted to take her back to Texas, a slave state, she and her family were rescued by local authorities after a raid on Smith's camp. In 1856, Biddy won her freedom in court despite facing challenges as a woman and a black person. Utilizing her nursing skills, she worked for Dr. John S. Griffin in LA, saving diligently to purchase land and build a home for her family. Over time, she became one of the wealthiest black women in LA, known for her generosity and community contributions. Biddy played a pivotal role in establishing one of the city's first African American churches in 1872. Despite being buried in an unmarked grave upon her death in 1891, her legacy was later honored with a tombstone in 1988, and a monument near her home in 1989, under Mayor Tom Bradley's administration.
Biddy Mason: Becoming a Leader, a book in our collection, was used for research in this post. The picture is in the public domain.
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iodos84 · 6 months
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Yesterday I got to go on a tour of the main deck and quarters of the Western Flyer, a sardine boat commissioned by Ed "Doc" Ricketts and John Steinbeck to travel to the Sea of Cortez [aka the Gulf of California] in 1940. The boat was almost lost to history but with a lot of money and TLC, it will now be used around the Monterey Bay as a steward for education through the Western Flyer Foundation. It is temporarily docked in Moss Landing, but eventually will have a permanent home in Monterey. It will also make regular trips back to Washington, where it was both built and refurbished. If anyone happens to know the story about the antlers on the crow's nest, I'm very curious! All shots were taken with my Canon Rebel XS EO5.
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timmurleyart · 4 months
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Ri¢h in just a few day$.🥇🏆⛏🌝(mixed media collage on canvas)💰🥇
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kcvulpinestudios · 9 months
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“The Ghost Town of Midas”
In the hills about Putnamville CA, just near the Tule River lies the remains of a small town. This was the community of Midas.
This small establishment was created in the 1850s during the rise of the prospectors during the California Gold Rush. It was a lone trapper who discovered bits of gold in the river and proclaimed the land had “the Golden Touch of Midas.” It had a boom period, but after that there were new opportunities back in the valley that would make the towns folk leave. It became a quiet ghost town, but became a popular hideout for bootleggers and rum runners.
Though it’s quiet again, there are mysteries about the towns sudden end. As said earlier, there were new opportunities in farming and trade in towns like Putnamville. However, there were rumors of something else that drove the townsfolk away. According to some of the late rumrunners, they recall seeing a large creature or two stalking them. Encounters range from watching said creature to attacks with large rocks and blood curdling screams. On one night alone, a “battle” took place between a group of the runners and these creatures, leading to claw marks and bullet holes on the buildings. Even today, ranchers note that their animals would avoid the town area as if something lives there, though they never saw the root of this fear. Maybe it’s a mountain lion den. Who knows?
To this day, there are no clear answers what happened in Midas. Folks around here just claim the bootleggers were just having a wild night with their guns and encountered a mountain lion. That’s the accepted story. While others believe the monster (whatever it is) may be real. We’ll probably never know. The real question is this:
Are you willing to visit Midas? If so, what will you see?
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I wrote this story as a new bit of Life Beside the Tracks lore. I hope y’all enjoy it.
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