Based on an actual bloody dispute in 1880 between wheat farmers and the Southern Pacific Railroad, this tale of greed, betrayal, and a lust for power is played out during the waning days of the western frontier.
A young Yokuts Indian girl describes her life on the shores of Old Buena Vista Lake in central California and the events that led her to a Spanish mission outside the world of her people.
Sierra Madre, a suburban town in the Pasadena-Los Angeles orbit, has a distinct history. By contrast, Southern California's story is huge, varied, difficult to grasp. Examining the two together, and looking at how Sierra Madre has reflected regional and national experiences, brings new focus to the whole. Unlike histories of regions, states, and nations that must draw broad strokes at the expense of details about place--this work uses such references as windows onto larger meanings, taking readers beyond the local. Peeking out from behind intimate stories are big historical themes and epochs: the Industrial Revolution, Westward expansion, the role of illness in forming regional culture, Americanization policies of the Progressive Era, Japanese internment, and post-war development. Sierra Madre provides a sharp lens through which to interpret Southern California's intense allure, its history as a real estate deal, and its racial ambivalence. The context of a specific town--and the quest for a better life--lends fresh perspective that enlivens and deepens out understanding of the Southern California story.
"...evocative vignettes and inspiring stories from many of California's South Asian American citizens..." Paul Michael Taylor, Director, Asian Cultural History Program, Smithsonian Institution. At the turn of the 19th and 20th centuries, adventurous travelers left the Punjab in India to seek their fortune in California and beyond. Laboring in farms, fields and orchards for low wages while enduring racial discrimination, they strove to put down roots in their new home. Bhagat Singh Thind, an immigrant who served in the United States Army, had his citizenship granted and revoked twice before a 1936 law expanded naturalization to all World War I veterans, regardless of race. Dalip Singh Saund obtained a master's degree and doctorate in mathematics from UC Berkeley only to return to farming when no one would hire him. In 1956, Saund went on to become the first Asian elected to the U.S. Congress. Ethnic South Asians are now found in every trade and profession in the United States, including the Office of the Vice President. Descendants of the first Punjabi immigrants from Yuba City to the Imperial Valley still farm, adding to the rich tapestry of the Central Valley. Author Lea Terhune recounts the risks, setbacks and persistence of the people who achieved their American dreams.
1845-1870 An Untold Story of Northern California is a revisionist historical non-fiction narrative of the American settling of Northern California, and their difficult experiences with local native conflicts that arose. These hostility's have been eyeballed and extensively written about through the eyes of the indigenous locals. Modern knowledge on the true experiences of the pioneers settling of this specific area of 19th century Northern California, today, is seemingly swept under the rug. This literature serves as a window for the reader to understand the mindsets and culture of the American settlers as they homesteaded the Northern California region from 1845 to 1870. This literature includes massive amounts of information regarding unheard-of regional hostilities and depredations against the American settlers during this time-frame. 1845-1870 An Untold Story of Northern California also exposes and ties-in certain cultural. religious, and legal functions that solidified the history of what truly happened during Northern California's unstable history! A must-have for students, teachers, and history enthusiasts!
�Just after passing Caraher's saloon, on the County Road that ran south from Bonneville, and that divided the Broderson ranch from that of Los Muertos, Presley was suddenly aware of the faint and prolonged blowing of a steam whistle that he knew must come from the railroad shops near the depot at Bonneville. In starting out from the ranch house that morning, he had forgotten his watch, and was now perplexed to know whether the whistle was blowing for twelve or for one o'clock. He hoped the former. Early that morning he had decided to make a long excursion through the neighbouring country, partly on foot and partly on his bicycle, and now noon was come already, and as yet he had hardly started. As he was leaving the house after breakfast, Mrs. Derrick had asked him to go for the mail at Bonneville, and he had not been able to refuse.