Creepy California: Strange and Gothic Tales from the Golden State
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| ISBN-13: | 9780253029058 |
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| Publisher: | Indiana University Press |
| Publication date: | 08/07/2017 |
| Pages: | 146 |
| Sales rank: | 1,109,750 |
| Product dimensions: | 5.50(w) x 8.40(h) x 0.40(d) |
| Age Range: | 18 Years |
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CHAPTER 1
TALES FROM THE TOMBS
Live Burial
A horrifying case of intentional live burial occurred at Hat Creek in March 1921. William T. of the Hat Creek Indian tribe died of smallpox and was placed in a coffin, which two fellow tribesmen bore to his grave in the dark of night. But it seems he was not incurably dead; the pallbearers heard him kicking the lid but buried the coffin anyway, fearing the wrath of the health officer. Chief Samson brought the matter to the proper authorities' attention.
Tombstone Talk
A pioneer-era tombstone allegedly in Grass Valley bears this epitaph: "Lynched by mistake. The joke's on us."
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On Supreme Court Justice Silas Sanderson's headstone, Laurel Hill Cemetery, San Francisco: "Final decree."
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On a headstone in Welwood Murray Cemetery, Palm Springs: "Louisa Adler, 1873–1933. Died of grief caused by a neighbor. Now rests in peace."
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On the headstone of TV game show producer Merv Griffin, Westwood Memorial Park, Los Angeles: "I will not be right back after this message."
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On actress Joan Hackett's headstone, Hollywood Forever Cemetery, Los Angeles: "Go away — I'm asleep."
Will Power
Robert D., a wealthy landowner of Chico, died on October 22, 1871. He had a reputation for eccentricity, and the terms of his will did nothing to lessen that impression. Robert left $100,000 to the Deaf and Dumb Asylum at San Francisco because, as he told friends, "I want to leave it to those who will not talk about me after I am dead."
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Louise W. of Los Angeles was disappointed when one of her daughters moved to France to live a sinful existence. Louise's bitterness was reflected in her will, which was filed on May 29, 1912: "To my daughter, Edith, living in the Champs-Élysées, Paris, I bequeath $5 with which she must purchase the work of a reliable author on the wages of sin and ingratitude."
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Annie P. of Los Angeles died on May 11, 1933. She adored her pet parrot so much that she couldn't bear the thought of being parted from it. Apparently, she thought the parrot felt the same way because her will directed that the bird be euthanized painlessly via chloroform and buried with her. Mistress and parrot began the Long Journey together on May 15.
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Margaret K. was an avowed hermit and a man-hater. The daughter of a Utah silver magnate, she lived practically alone in a $100,000 (equal to over $1 million in modern currency) Palos Verdes mansion with a magnificent hilltop view of the ocean; it also had barred gates and was surrounded by a twelve-foot wall. Margaret had only one servant, and she gave him instructions via telephone or written note rather than interact with him in person. On the rare occasions when she left the house, she was heavily veiled. Neighbors called her "the mystery woman of Palos Verdes."
Margaret committed suicide by anesthetic on April 28, 1933, at age forty-nine, in a second mansion she owned in Beverly Hills. She left a note: "I don't want to live if I can't see the beautiful trees and the sea. I'm losing my sight, so I've decided to shove off. Please don't let busybodies into my house."
Strange as Margaret's life was, she was even stranger after death. In accordance with her wishes, her funeral consisted of a three-day classical music concert. A news report stated, "No one but a woman attendant was permitted to look on the body in the seventy-two hours it lay in state. The orchestra played in an adjoining chapel. Flowers about the bier were changed regularly. The funeral clothes were changed daily." At the end of the third day, her body was cremated and the ashes scattered.
In December, as relatives battled over Margaret's money, her brother-in-law Paul W. claimed that the woman who had said "I hate all humans, especially men" once gave him $300 after he kissed her. "Instead of being mad, as I half expected, she smiled all over," he declared. So maybe she liked one person.
Embalmed for the Ages
A woman died in San Francisco in 1881, after which the undertaker embalmed her and placed her hermetically sealed coffin in his basement awaiting further instructions as to the dispensation of the remains. Those instructions never came, and the mortician forgot about the body in the cellar until December 1888, when the new owner of the establishment found the neglected merchandise. A check into the deceased's background showed that the woman had actually played a role in one of the most notorious unsolved crimes of the century: she was the so-called daughter of Emma Cunningham, who had been tried for — and acquitted of — knifing to death her former lover, dentist Harvey Burdell, in New York City in 1857. The woman in question wasn't the actual child of Emma but rather the baby of a pauper woman whom Emma had tried to pass off as the fruit of an obviously bogus "secret marriage" between herself and the notoriously misogynistic bachelor dentist. (The reader can find the entire absurd tale in Jack Finney's 1983 book Forgotten News.) The ersatz offspring of Emma and the doctor had, ironically, married a dentist for real.
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Liora T., elderly and eccentric, ended her earthly career in her cottage in Boyle Heights, Los Angeles, in November 1905. Neighbors thought she lived entirely alone, but that was a mistake. In her storeroom was a hermetically sealed three-foot box hidden under a mound of garbage. An engraved silver plate was nailed to the lid: "Liora. Died December 16, 1877. Aged 27 years, 2 months, 1 day."
When the box was opened, it was found to contain the dismembered remains of Liora's daughter, who had died back East on the date inscribed on the plate. There was also a disinterment certificate dated November 7, 1881, and signed by an undertaker in Amherst, Massachusetts.
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Nanette and Mary, unmarried sisters, moved to Los Angeles from Toledo in 1912. They lived in the same apartment and became notorious for their secrecy.
With the dawning of 1914, neighbors noticed something about the sisters' apartment: boy, did it reek! And the smell got more robust every day. On January 30, the police investigated the stench and found a raving Nanette sitting beside the body of Mary, who had died three weeks previously. The mystery of the stink was solved.
Not surprisingly, Nanette was carted off to the insane asylum for observation. One of her few lucid comments was "I do like violets."
As an interesting sidelight, the sisters' father, Samuel, a retired buggy and wagon manufacturer, had disappeared without a trace from Toledo in 1878. His vanishing was called "one of the most impenetrable mysteries in police annals."
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Alice S. of Long Beach had a unique item for sale: the petrified remains of her son, Theron. He had died at Imperial on April 18, 1923, at age twenty; five years later he was exhumed from an El Centro cemetery for removal to another resting place and was found to be an unusually stiff stiff. A physician who examined the body thought young Theron had achieved his toughened state not through petrifaction but due to excessive embalming fluid.
Alice — knowing a good business opportunity when she saw one — convinced elderly John, a railroad engineer of Meridian, Mississippi, to invest his life's savings of $32,000 in a scheme to sell the petrified body to scientists for prices ranging from a respectable $25,000 to an awe-inspiring $350,000.
The riches were not forthcoming, and John took Alice to court for fraud in December 1928; he had her letters to enter as evidence. She came to court on a stretcher, claiming to be suffering from influenza. Doctors said she was shamming.
On December 22, a jury found Alice guilty on five counts of using the mail to defraud John. She faced a total of twenty-five years in prison.
Cemetery Duel
John, a San Francisco fireman, fought a duel with an unnamed man on September 14, 1878. Two circumstances made the fight unique. In a typical duel, combatants stood firm a certain distance apart and the contest was considered over after they fired once at each other, whether hit or miss; John and his enemy, however, advanced upon each other, firing as they went. Also, the duel was held in the middle of a Catholic cemetery. Both men were injured, John near the heart.
Robbing Graves, Snatching Bodies
In October 1878, an unknown man shot himself in the forehead on Long Wharf in Oakland. The coroner kept the body at the morgue, but when no relatives claimed it, it was buried in the potter's field section of Mountain View Cemetery.
Soon, three men asked the coroner if the man he had recently buried had a distinctive tattoo on his right forearm. The coroner confirmed it and showed the men a ring worn by the suicide. The men said the dead man was their brother and requested that the body be exhumed so they could bury it in the family cemetery.
The coroner directed James, the man in charge of burying paupers, to exhume the brother. The dead man's brothers noticed that James dragged his feet and was reluctant to do his job. Even when the coffin was unearthed, James refused to open it and seemed to wish he was somewhere else. The brothers found out why after a workman pried the lid open: the suicide was laid to rest stripped of his clothing, beheaded, and "bearing the marks of the most frightful butchery."
James had some fast talking to do. He admitted that he had cut off the brother's head and sold it to a doctor for six bucks without the coroner's knowledge. As for the fine new clothes, James had been wearing them whenever he went out on the town and wished to impress the ladies. The doctor, fortunately, was a sport and sewed the corpse's head — which he had preserved in a jar of alcohol — back onto the body, good as new (in a manner of speaking). The brother got the decent burial he deserved, and James got the trouble he deserved.
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On Memorial Day 1924, crowds of the thoughtful entered Sacramento's Eastlawn Cemetery to pay tribute to Those Who Came Before Us. They found that a tomb had been burgled during the night. The victim of this "victimless crime" was Alex, who was king of the gypsy tribes in the United States until death unseated him from his throne in 1917. Someone had believed the rumor that gypsy chieftains are buried with valuables and decided to see for himself — no word as to whether the ghoul emerged the richer from his labors.
Fighting Over Elias
Elias Lipsis had a famous sister, Adah Issacs Menken, a world-renowned actress more noted for her flesh-colored tights and scandalous affairs than for her histrionic skills. Elias became stage manager of the Bella Union Theater in San Francisco. His marriage to actress Carrie W. was not happy; she suspected — with good cause — that he was an adulterer. On May 2, 1879, Elias shot at his wife during an argument. Fortunately, he missed. The couple kissed and made up, but fear of being convicted for attempted murder led Elias to choose annihilation. On May 3, he shot himself in the presence of his wife.
In August, Carrie went to Laurel Hill Cemetery to place flowers on her husband's grave and was miffed to find that a strange, and very pretty, younger woman was already there arranging a floral cross.
"Who are you, and why are you putting flowers on my darling Elias's tomb?" demanded the widow (or words to that effect).
"I am Rose," sniffed the other. "And Elias loved me much more than his wife!"
A violent argument followed in which neither woman comported herself with much dignity and each accused the other of driving Elias to a suicide's grave. The widow claimed that only she had the right to decorate her husband's patch of turf and nourish it with her tears. Rose disagreed, and she triumphantly showed Carrie a letter that Elias had written to her, dated April 9, which she just happened to have with her:
I am not in the best of spirits, for my wife arrived this noon from Virginia City, and I have had hell. Now, my darling, don't for God's sake think less of me on account of her returning, for I swear to you, my darling, that I love only you, and to lose you would break my heart. Don't think me foolish for writing in this manner. These are the true sentiments of my heart.
That made the widow livid. A few days later, she had even greater reason to be furious: rumor held that Rose — who, as the Police Gazette said, was "tired of the necessity of timing her weeping to suit the convenience of Carrie" — had bribed someone to remove Elias from his grave and bury him in a different section of the cemetery — a place where Rose grieved secretly and gloated at her victory over Carrie. If the story was true, Carrie had been mourning at an empty tomb!
The matter of the unauthorized exhumation was brought to cemetery superintendent Eugene D., who, according to the San Francisco Post, "pooh-poohed the matter and tried to laugh it down." His laughter, it would later be proved, was of the nervous variety. A detective insisted that Elias's official grave be inspected. Workmen dug at the foot of the grave until they reached the outer box, the end of which they opened. The detective peered inside and saw a coffin. Strangely, he did not open it and ordered that the hole be refilled.
In October, the widow Carrie caught wind of the detective's half-hearted inquiry and demanded that the sanctity of her husband's resting place be violated once more — and this time she wanted the coffin lid opened. When laborers pulled the outer box out of the ground, anyone could see it had been tampered with. The Post stated: "The head of the outer box had been broken off and in replacing it, so careless had been the person who unearthed the corpse that it had been placed back in a reverse position, the points of the nails sticking out." The responsible ghoul or ghouls had also stolen Elias's nameplate from the coffin as well as its nickel-plated handles. But the workmen opened the lid and there was Elias, right in his proper place.
Police located his lover Rose to ask if she knew who had vandalized Elias's piney abode. She confessed that she had been dating Eugene D., boss of the boneyard, who told her that in exchange for her exclusive attentions he would have Elias secretly exhumed and reburied in a private location so she could "weep barrels of tears" over him without the annoyance of facing Carrie. Eugene had fulfilled his sweet promise by the light of the midnight moon on July 26. The superintendent and two henchmen swiped the coffin's nameplate and handles "so that it could not be identified in case trouble came of it." The English language hasn't enough adjectives to describe such brilliance.
And so Rose had access to an exclusive grave for her former lover, at least until the story somehow got out. Then Eugene panicked and exhumed Elias's much-traveled corpse and reburied him in his original grave in case the cops came calling. Rose was angry over her new sweetheart's betrayal; hence, she sang like a canary to the detective. The superintendent and two conspirators were arrested for larceny.
Those who wish to go to Laurel Hill Cemetery and visit the grave of Elias and shed a few new tears on the well-watered spot will be disappointed. In 1892, 35,000 occupants of Laurel Hill were exhumed and moved to Cypress Lawn Cemetery in Daly City. In 1901, more bodies were reburied in the Japanese and Serbian cemeteries in Colma. The last remains in Laurel Hill were evicted in 1939. Elias's itinerant corpse kept traveling even after Rose was finished with him.
A Different Kind of Escort Service
Cast your mind about 130 years into the past. Your uncle Tuffy has climbed the Golden Stair, but his remains must be sent far away for burial — let's say Ho-Ho-Kus, New Jersey. Embalming is a widely accepted practice, so Tuffy can be preserved for a few days, at least, or until the chemicals wear off — whichever comes first. What is the best way to get him to Ho-Ho-Kus quickly? By express train! But how can you make certain that he will get there safely and on time? By hiring a "corpse escort," of course.
One such was Mary H., a middle-aged lady from Pasadena who made a career out of escorting bodies from Southern California to the East on behalf of the defunct's relatives. In 1889, a Kansas City Times reporter asked Mary about her peculiar career when she stopped in that city while on a return trip to California. "I have been in the business about two years," she said, "and I find that it is not uncongenial and pays better than anything else I can do."
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Table of Contents
AcknowledgmentsIntroduction1. Tales from the Tombs2. Eight Million Peculiar Ways to Die3. Strange Circumstances4. Otherworldly Wise: Coastal Ghosts5. Predators and Prey: True Crime StoriesBibliographyWhat People are Saying About This
"A fun primer on California's macabre and eccentric history. These little known stories provide a window not into an alternate California, but into what many of us who were born and bred here consider to be the real state under the modern glitz and glamour."
A fun primer on California's macabre and eccentric history. These little known stories provide a window not into an alternate California, but into what many of us who were born and bred here consider to be the real state under the modern glitz and glamour.
A fun primer on California's macabre and eccentric history. These little known stories provide a window not into an alternate California, but into what many of us who were born and bred here consider to be the real state under the modern glitz and glamour.