New obit boards are available for the following counties. I hope you will post obits you might have so that others will have access to the information. Sacramento County http://cgi.rootsweb.com/~genbbs/genbbs.cgi/USA/Ca/SacramentoObits Tuolumne County http://cgi.rootsweb.com/~genbbs/genbbs.cgi/USA/Ca/TuolumneObits Merced County http://cgi.rootsweb.com/~genbbs/genbbs.cgi/USA/Ca/MercedObits Colleen Norby

Jeni: No one has responded to my query asking if the El Dorado Pioneer Association was still in existence. If I do receive any information,address etc., I will be sure that it is posted on this list. If anyone knows about this organization, I would appreciate hearing from you. Thank you. Helen In a message dated 99-05-20 14:28:50 EDT, hjfingado@juno.com writes: << Is the El Dorado Pioneer Association still in existence? If it is, can anyone give me an address, either snail mail or E-mail. I'm searching for more information on Robert Nelson, from Denmark, who arrived in El Dorado Co about 1865-1870. Your help will be greatly appreciated. Thank you. Helen ___________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com/getjuno.html or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866]

Helen, If you find out, please be sure to share with the rest of us. Jeni, j66lisyj@aol.com In a message dated 99-05-20 14:28:50 EDT, hjfingado@juno.com writes: << Is the El Dorado Pioneer Association still in existence? If it is, can anyone give me an address, either snail mail or E-mail. I'm searching for more information on Robert Nelson, from Denmark, who arrived in El Dorado Co about 1865-1870. Your help will be greatly appreciated. Thank you. Helen hjfingado@juno.com >>

Is the El Dorado Pioneer Association still in existence? If it is, can anyone give me an address, either snail mail or E-mail. I'm searching for more information on Robert Nelson, from Denmark, who arrived in El Dorado Co about 1865-1870. Your help will be greatly appreciated. Thank you. Helen hjfingado@juno.com ___________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com/getjuno.html or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866]

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Family Reunited My father had got married in 1907 to Nellie Wells, who had lost her husband in a saw mill accident. They were living in Slatington, near Kelso, not far from Placerville. They came to San Francisco and got me and took me to their home. I liked Nellie very much, she was very kind to me. I remember she had a canary and it laid eggs and tried to hatch them and she (Nellie) explained to me they wouldn't because there was no papa bird. How long I lived there I don't know, but my cousin Johnnie Roberts who had gone to Alaska with my Dad was there and I had a yen for frogs and I was always catching them and playing with them. He helped me catch a bunch one evening. Nellie tried to persuade me to leave them alone, but I got a lot of fun with them making them jump. We moved from there to Clarksville again, next door to where I was born on the main road. Then my father brought another kid home one day and I remember at this time Nellie had a baby and she called her Julisa (Julia?) Catherine. The little boy turned out to be my little brother Rafael, so I had someone to play with. We next brought Otto home, he had been staying with Phoebe at Doc and Rheas' home. It was different when Otto came, he was so much older than my brother Rafael and I. He always seemed to boss us around. My father had bought him an air gun and one day when he was shooting orioles in a fig tree I came along and scared the birds on him. So he shot me twice. One pellet hit me in the nose and the other hit me in the forehead. Where I was shot, blood was coming and I ran screaming to the house. My father cleaned my face and dug out the pellets. He went ouside and I followed him. Otto had run and hid behind the barn, but my father got him and gave him a good tanning and I remember he took the beebee gun and wrapped it against the side of the barn til it was smashed. I used to follow Granpa Wells around and I went prospecting with him a lot. He taught me to pan gravel for gold and every once in a while I found gold. He used to get a kick out of me panning and said, "someday you will be a good prospector." He and Grandma Wells were very king to us kids and I was her favorite. I knew I was the favorite with stepmother Nellie. Looking back, these were very happy years. Rafael and I were just a couple of little boys barefoot, a pair of overalls and a shirt on. We wandered the hills around Clarkville and tried to capture ground squirrels, and we knew where the birds nests, ever watchful for rattlesnakes. We followed Carson Creek down and sometimes carried a pan and would clean crevices and pan for gold dust, which we often found and hoarded it like little misers -- also quicksilver. Once I had the privilege to find one nugget that was worth five dollars. It was as big as my little fingernail. I put it in my mouth and held it between my teeth and ran home to show it. When I got home, in my excitement I swallowed it. My father gave me castor oil and checked my stools till he got it. I always used a little bottle to put the gold in after that. We roamed the hills in the spring, in February wading through the Creamy flowers. We knew where they grew the thickest and also where the Johnnie Jumps grew and ferns, then we loved to wade through the poppies when they were in full bloom. The happy carefree days of childhood. I went to the little school in Clarksville, met the other ranch kids -- names I hardly remember. Looking back, I realize that Phoebe was home with us only during the summer and she returned to Rhea's to go to school. I remember picking a water boiler of mushrooms. How I loved to eat them. We learned to pick only the fresh ones with pink gills. The grounds then seemed to be covered with them. One year we had a lot of turkeys sent out to us and Otto and I had to herd them each day to the oak forest, which was some three miles away from our place. Otto had his new rifle and I had to carry an old rifle my father had - a 40-55 - which grew very heavy for me. I remember coming by the cememtery and Otto said I couldn't hit a (marble) dove on a monument, so he dared me to try. I rested the rifle on the fence and aimed and blew the dove off. One day my father came riding into the yard pell mell. He jumped off his horse and I stood there looking at him wondering what was his hurry. He came toward me with his quirt in hand and the next thing I knew he was whaling me. Then Otto came out of the barn and he was after him. Afterward he came in the house where I had run and Nellie protected me and asked what the trouble was. He told her how he had had to pay five dollars for a new dove to the family who owned the monument as someone had seen Otto and I shooting the dove off. Nellie rubbed my back with lard covering the welts the whip had raised on my back. Otto had run(ned) off to the hills and didn't how up until dark. His back was as bad as mine. I had one good friend, Frank Griggs, who was a cripple who lived in the road about a quarter mile from out house. I used to go over and talk with him. He was my confidant. I remember he used to give me the devil for taking young birds from the nest and explained they were too young and that was why they died on me. He taught me how to snare bigger birds which would live longer in captivity. I remember when I tired him he would shoo me home, but most of the time he enjoyed my company and always asked me to come over anytime. He had flowers growing in his yard, which I always loved and would help him planting them and weeding them. to be continued . . .

Part II ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The San Francisco Earthquake I was living with my Uncle Hugh Roberts and his wife Jennie and their two children, Hugh Jr. and Galdys, at the time of the earthquake, (April 11/12, 1906) which occurred early in the morning. My true recollection was of Uncle Hugh carrying me and looking at our house burning (my Dad would have been about four years old at the time.) We followed the crowd and crossed the railroad tracks and saw the firemen fighting to save the fire station. We followed the throng up the hill. When we got there I remember the people standing around and sitting on the ground looking down at the city burn. I can remember the red glow of the fire at night and my Aunt Jennie soothing me to sleep. I remember that we had a tent and the men putting it up. It was a white wall tent and we also had cots. There was one cooking place for the group quite a distance from our tent. I tagged along with Aunt Jennie to this place once. This day she was there cooking and Uncle Hugh was talking with some men, the other kids being quite a bit older were around playing with other kids. So I took off to see Aunt Jennie cook and headed for the place. I didn't find it and wandered down the hill. I remember walking around and the smell of smoking fires and how tired I was. A soldier came along and I ran. He caught me and asked me some questions. He finally carried me to some place where there were tents and took me inside of one tent. He made me lie on a cot and gave me some water, then another soldier came and he questioned me and the other went and when he came back he had a plate of food, which he gave me. They talked with me and questioned me and one soldier disappeared and later he came back with more (food). (Dad always had high respect for the military and I believe he always wanted to be a soldier. In World War II he joined the New York State Guard - which had replaced the National Guard when it went off to war. Dad worked his way from private to major during his service. He also got me involved in the Guard and instilled in me a feeling of service and patriotism. Bud Roberts) They talked and I remember it started to get dark and I was sleepy. A soldier came and woke me up and put a blanket around me and started to carry me. We got to a place where ther was a boat and after talking, we got on and he had me sit on his lap on the trip. the boat stopped and he picked me up and crried me. We finally came to some men and women, not soldiers, and they told him where to take me. It seemed to me it was a big house and he took me inside and put me down with the blanket around my shoulders. Then a woman took my hand and took me into a dark room. She walked me to some place and took the blanket and put it on the floor and told me lay on it. Then I had noticed there were some others laying down too. So I did and then she left telling me to be quiet. She came back later with a cup of something and told me to drink it. I did and didn't care for it, but did swallow it. Not until years later I discovered what the taste was, when I had hot chocolate milk and it was scorched. I played with the children the next day and had fun. Several days later a doctor examined me and they took me to a big white house and they put me in a crib. They discovered I had typhoid fever and when I was recovering one day, a man came in and questioned me, my father's name and my mother's name. All I could say was Mommy and Poppa. They left the room and I saw them talking to a man and I recognized him as Uncle Hugh. So I made a racket calling Uncle Hugh and Aunt Jennie. They brought my Uncle in and he hugged me and finally Aunt Jennie came in and I hugged her. After that display they were able to take me home. Years later they said they couldn't shut me up, I was so glad to be with them. They took me across the bay and they were living in a crude house, only a ground (dirt) floor. I remember going with them to our (old) house and Uncle Hugh digging through the ashes and he finally found some money he had that had melted together. Six years later when Rafael and I were staying with them just before we were shipped to Vermont, they were surprised the things I could recall, especially the money that Uncle Hugh dug up. He knew where it was but didn't take it with him when he left and the house was on fire during the earthquake. They were surprised that I remembered them going to the Police Station to get Hugh, their son, who had been arrested with a gang of kids that got into some trouble. end of Part II

This is a personal narrative sent to me by my cousin, Bud Roberts, the third child born to Richard (Dick) James Roberts and his wife, Grace Ball Harvey Roberts. It tells the story, covering twelve years, of a young boy's life (his father and my great uncle) in California and then onto Vermont. While not all of it concerns El Dorado County, that is where he was born and there are several references in the narrative about folks in El Dorado County. I think you will enjoy it. Because of its length (11+ single-spaced typed pages), I will be sending it in 6-8 parts. (*) indicate corrections made by me, from my own research, which will appear at the end each part. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (The following is from my Dad's written description of his early life in California and later in Vermont. Only minor changes have been made in grammar and chronology for clarity. I don't know why he included Edward in his middle name. I have inserted some remarks in parenthesis with personal comments int he narrative. His son, Bud Roberts) My Dad's Story Mervyn Edwin (Edward) Roberts (The following is from my Dad's written description of his early life in California and later in Vermont. Only minor changes have been made in grammar and chronology for clarity. I don't know why he included Edward in his middle name. I have inserted some italicized personal comments in the narrative. His son, Bud Roberts) I was born to Richard James Roberts and Grace Ball Harvey Roberts on November 27th 1902 (Thanksgiving Day) about 11:30 a.m. (I came first before dinner) in (our) home on the main road of Clarksville, El Dorado Coutny, California. The story was that my father had to pack the other children to Grandmother, Mrs. Samuel Kyburz (*) (not truly my grandmother, but the aunt who had raised my mother after her mother had died when my mother was real young in Shingles, about five miles away). He (my father) arrived home after delivering the partly cooked turkey and children. (As a child) I remember chewing on something very hard that felt good. He used to say that all of us kids had teethed on his pistol. I often heard him say how my mother was a better rifle shot than him and also quite a woman on horseback. She often used to outshoot him with the pistol knocking cans off fence posts at full gallop. He said she could shoot a turkey's head off at 100 yards with a rifle better than he could. They always hunted together for birds and rabbits, always getting all they wanted. I heard my father say how when my mother died and they held the services in the house, that we all kissed her before they closed the lid. Whether this is a memory from his remarks, I always felt that I could remember it. I do feel I remembered her as she seemed very tall to me. From what I heard later she was as tall as my father, who was 5 foot 9 inches. My mother must have been suffering with tuberculosis and, on December 12, 1904, my brother Rafael Richard was born. Our mother died in October 1905 at the age of 36. After my mother's death, I believe I stayed with my father, but Rafael was taken to one known to us as Grandma Tong. What her relationship was I do not know. I heard from my cousin John Roberts (Rome, N.Y.) in 1920 that he had received a letter from my father about going to Alaska and he decided to go along. He went to California and located the home of my father and he entered and no one (was there to) bid him to enter. He found me in a wooden box and the wood box all covered with shit (his word) and flies so that he could hardly make me out to be a child. He said he felt so sorry for me that he took me and washed me with his stomach rebelling because of the mess. This was in 1905(*) and in the Spring of 1905(*) he and my father and another cousin named Basile went to Alaska and I was sent to my father's brother, Hugh Roberts, in San Francisco. Hugh was a stonemason and was working making monuments. I have a faint recollection of the stone (yard) place and I played around in it. The street that I lvied on ran down toward a railroad track where there was a packing place. I remember how they would tie me in front of the house and I would walk the length of my rope and beg people to untie me. I remember men from the packing plant giving me this meat which I now recognize to have been frankfurters. The other side of the railroad tracks there was a fire house and I got to know the firemen. Looking to the left down the tracks of the railroad I could see the Bay shoreline. There was a switch (on the rail line) that they carried stones to the shop where my uncle worked. I never knew whether he owned it or not, but his house stood in front of this shop. (I heard later from him and Aunt Jennie telling what a "knot untier" I was). (*) First paragraph, Mrs. Samuel Kyburz, I believe this to be Lottie Kyburz, wife of Samuel Elliot Kyburz. They were Grace Ball's aunt and uncle. (*) Last paragraph, 1905 must be in the early Spring of 1906, as Mervyn only lived with Uncle Hugh for a short time before the earthquake in April 1906. end of part 1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`

Hello, I'm looking for any information on the family of Chester M. COLE, who moved to Placerville sometime in the 1870's. Any information would help. I also have much information on the COLE family to share. Thank you, Brad Aumick aumick@gte.net

Seeking information about James Burrows who is listed as receiving a land patent in Eldorado county in 1895. James Burrows is also listed as having received a patent in Sacramento County in 1875. I am interested in determining if this James Burrows was a member of the Jacob L. Burrows family who emigrated to California from Missouri in 1852. Ralph Anderson Boulder, CO rkaboulder@bwn.net

Hello, Could someone tell me the year the first phone directory was published in your area? Thank You Jean Hehn Colorado

Looking for information on Nathan Ephram Mc Nutt b July 1837 Nova Scotia Canada and his brother James Mc Nutt b 1847 Nathan was last known lilving near Lake Tahoe, Ca. Both men died in California John Kavanagh b abt 1820 in Ireland, disappeared from Nova Scotia in about 1846. A tailor by trade. Did he come to California in the Gold Rush ? Any good suggestions as to what sources I should look at to answer these questions? Any information will be greatly appreciated. Marita

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I found the following individual on the 1850, On The Middle Fork of the American River, El Dorado Co.,CA census: Elijah Begley/Begby Age:37 Occupation: Miner Born: VA Any information on this individual is greatly appreciated. Thankyou, Mary Sweet marksw@cyberhighway.net

I'd like some info if anyone can do some looking for me. Was there a Kelsey paper in 1910s? How and where can look-ups be done? I'm looking for any articles on the death of Richard James Roberts who died Oct 12, 1912 in Folsom. There might be some mention in the Kelsey paper about his wife, Nellie (Wells) Roberts and concern as to whether or not she may have aided in his death. Thank you to whoever can be of help, Jeni j66lisyj@aol.com

Hello List, I am new to your list. I do hope that someone can help me. I am looking for information on my gggrandparents Hiram Begley b. 1824,KY and Mary Ann Norris b. 1829,MO. They were married in MO abt. 1850 and shortly thereafter came out west to El Dorado Co.,CA. They had the following children in El Dorado Co.:Sarah Elizabeth,Dicey Ann Granville Henry, Olive Henreitta,Lucinda,Eliza,Jonathan and Hiram Jr. who was born in Mendocino Co. CA. I can not find any information regarding Hiram or Mary Ann's past. Or who their parents were, or where in KY and MO they were born. Any information is greatly appreciated. Thankyou, Mary Sweet marksw@cyberhighway.net

Hello I just found out about this group. I'm sure glad to find out that there is a group just for El Dorado Co. I'm researching several families in this county. Samuel & Rebecca KYBURZ All other KYBURZs Will & Grace HARVEY Richard (Dick) & Grace ROBERTS PELTONs So, if anyone else knows of these folks or has any information, I'd sure like to hear from you. Also, I have quite a bit of info on them, so if I can be of help, just let me know. I'm very interested in this area, so I'm hoping to hear some good stories. Jeni j66lisyj@aol.com

Hi Dave, I live in Pollock Pines. I will be glad to go to the library in Placerville and check the microfilm of the Mountain Democrat, our Co paper. Won't be able to go until Sunday, providing I'm not snowed in by then. Barbara Marsh Pollock Pines, CA

Dave, You might try writing to the "Mountain Democrat" newspaper, which covers the El Dorado County area. Their address is: Mother Lode Printing and Publishing Co., Inc. 1360 Broadway Placerville, CA. 95667 (530) 622-1255 Good luck! Tricia At 01:40 PM 1/22/99 -0600, Dave Dunston wrote: >Hi, > >I'm interested in obtaining an obit for LESLIE DUNSTON. His last >residence was Pollock Pines, ElDora Co., CA. > >He was born Apr. 2, 1907 and died Aug. 6, 1995. > >I would like to hear from anybody that would be able to obtain this obit >for me byway of newspapers on microfilm. > >Thank-you very much!! > >Dave Dunston >dunston@netins.net > > >

Hi, I'm interested in obtaining an obit for LESLIE DUNSTON. His last residence was Pollock Pines, ElDora Co., CA. He was born Apr. 2, 1907 and died Aug. 6, 1995. I would like to hear from anybody that would be able to obtain this obit for me byway of newspapers on microfilm. Thank-you very much!! Dave Dunston dunston@netins.net