I’ve long wondered (and my mother before me) how the hell my
paternal ancestor (great-great-great grandfather), Cruz Miranda, an Indian from the Jesuit Mission San Jose del
Cabo at the tip of Baja California, just up and migrated all the way to
Monterey, California, around 1850. Google
Maps tells me that the distance is at least 1200 miles; probably a lot more,
without flattened mountains and smooth highways. Commander-in-chief U.S. Naval Forces, Pacific Ocean, Thomas Jones reported
in 1848 that in his ship's voyage from San Juan del Cabo to Monterey he had presided over, “A voyage exceeding in time that from America to
Europe.”
Not only did Cruz make this trip, but he did it without seeming to possess any real occupational training or political power that would explain the financial ability to pay for such a trip – and managed to arrive with two young children (whether his wife made the journey with him is debatable, as we'll see), to boot. On the 1860 U.S. Census, Cruz Miranda’s occupation is recorded as “Teamster” – in other words, he knew how to drive a team of mules and/or horses. Not one of the more in-demand specialty trades at that time.
Not only did Cruz make this trip, but he did it without seeming to possess any real occupational training or political power that would explain the financial ability to pay for such a trip – and managed to arrive with two young children (whether his wife made the journey with him is debatable, as we'll see), to boot. On the 1860 U.S. Census, Cruz Miranda’s occupation is recorded as “Teamster” – in other words, he knew how to drive a team of mules and/or horses. Not one of the more in-demand specialty trades at that time.
So, what kind of magical transportation allows this kind of miraculous
mileage?!
That my ancestor brought children and possibly his wife has always
suggested to me that Cruz hopped a ship; the overland trek up Baja to Monterey
was a killer. But just how would a lowly
Mission Indian rate the relative luxury of shipboard travel, let alone be
allowed to bring his young family?
If this had happened in an earlier time, when the missions
in Baja and Alta California were still vital parts of economic/political hegemonies,
I might think that Cruz and family were just neophytes sent from one mission to
another as part of typical labor exchanges, or even as “model” neophytes
indoctrinated in Catholicism, who could serve as mediators for newer
converts. But the missions were
secularized in 1836, and the system had broken down long before then; a mission
exchange is unlikely even if the Jesuits and Franciscans were amendable to
cooperation.
The timing should have been my first clue: just barely post-Mexican-American
War. And I did vaguely consider that
Cruz and family might have been fleeing the violence of that event. But in Baja?! Obviously I wasn’t listening very well
during U.S. History class in high school – at least not for the 13 seconds we
spent on that conflict – because I did not realize that Baja had, at one point,
been part of a military contest between the U.S. and Mexico (I knew about the political
conflict over Baja; just didn’t know it had actually involved battles not in the interior of Mexico).
The truth is, neither my mother or I ever really put much
effort into searching for Cruz, mostly because the original impetus for our
genealogical research was always about Federal Recognition, and the Feds don’t
give a hoot about “Mexican” indigenous blood-lines (those pesky borders again! - paradoxically, the fact that the U.S. once felt
so strongly that Baja California was U.S.
land unjustly stolen by Mexico, and even sacrificed American lives to enforce
that claim, is a moot point in the Federal Recognition process. How convenient.).
Yet I’ve always wondered how Cruz accomplished this epic journey. This past week, thinking about my upcoming California
trip and remembering again how the Mirandas just seemed to drop out of the sky
into the Monterey/Carmel Indian community, I threw a few search terms into
Google, and the Google Gods were with me.
I struck it lucky during a Starbucks-fueled online muse-session, and
came across an article on the Mexican-American War that totally
illuminated the whole situation.
Here it is, in a nutshell:
First of all, it’s important to know that the Spanish Mirandas, the
colonizers, were present in Baja early on.
In fact, during 1848, Colonel Francisco Palacios Miranda was governor of
Baja California. For how long, I don’t
know; but it could be a connection to Cruz Miranda’s family – important men in
Spanish settlements often lent their names to neophytes at the baptismal font
as sponsors or godparents. If not
Francisco Palacios Miranda, then some other Spanish soldier or priest.
The more powerful Mexican collaborators – including the
Governor – demanded refugee status, and even some reimbursement for the
property they had to abandon (part of Jones's report involves determining who was paid how much). Perhaps
some of them also managed to bring along loyal servants or, in the case of the
diocese priest, particularly dear converts who were somehow attached to the
mission.
At any rate, the U.S. sent two ships, The Lexington and The Ohio, to pick up those refugees. The Lexington left in August 1848 with about 130 refugees; The Ohio left on September 6 with about 350. Only the more prestigious refugees are actually named in the reports of this activity to Congress; the Governor, the diocese priest, a few wealthier Mexicans. Peons like Cruz were lumped in as “other” refugees.
At any rate, the U.S. sent two ships, The Lexington and The Ohio, to pick up those refugees. The Lexington left in August 1848 with about 130 refugees; The Ohio left on September 6 with about 350. Only the more prestigious refugees are actually named in the reports of this activity to Congress; the Governor, the diocese priest, a few wealthier Mexicans. Peons like Cruz were lumped in as “other” refugees.
And just where did those refugee passengers disembark? Why, Monterey, California – both ships docked
there by October 1848. It can be no
coincidence that Cruz Miranda and family show up on the 1860 U.S. Census in
Monterey. Under country of origin, Cruz
told the census taker “Mexico” (his wife, Crispina, seems to have died, and
Cruz remarried one Gertrudis Duarte, also of Mexico – whether before or after
the exodus, I don’t know). Thanks to my
mother’s research, I know that he also meant that he had been born, baptized
and married at Mission San Juan del Cabo.
Upon arrival in Monterey, Cruz’s family immediately affiliated
themselves with the indigenous population from the remnants of Mission
Carmel. Also in the 1860 census pictured
above, my mother notes that the Mirandas lived
within a door or two of the family they ended up marrying into, the Reals and
Cantuas, Esselen to the core. This
affiliation indicates that this Baja family felt most at home with other
missionized Indians, rather than Mexicans whose cultural and/or genealogical
connections were had European roots. Here
are my mother’s notes about Cruz:
“Cruz Miranda born c 1820 Baja Calif … Cruz
Miranda married Maria Crispina Beltran in San Jose del Cabo Baja Cal, June 18,
1813.
The next place I find Cruz is in Monterey from
the 1860 US Census. He is now 40 years old and [has a new] wife Gertrudes Duarte
[who] is 42 years old. They have 6 children. Carbola b 1844, Enriquez b 1850, Tranquilino
1846, Ygnacio 1855, Cruz Jr. 1856, and Josefa 1859.
…When son Tranquilino married 28 Aug 1871
Severiana Ramirez, Tranquilino's mother [was] given as Crispina … Tranquilino
is identified by the BIA as Lower Mexican/Californian Indian full-blood.”
Tranquilino Miranda (third child listed on the 1860 census) was
one of the children who made the long trip up the Pacific coast on either The Lexington or The Ohio; he was probably under the age of two at that time. He grew up to marry an Esselen woman from the
Carmel Mission, my great-great grandmother Serveriana Ramirez, daughter of
Josefa Real (married to Pascual Cantua).
So this historical research find seems to answer the mystery
of how the Mirandas traveled from San Jose del Cabo to Monterey; they were
refugees of the Mexican-American War, perhaps having had the bad luck to back
(by choice or by force) the Americans, but being somewhat rewarded for their “loyalty”
with transportation out of the war zone, possibly sponsored by Govenor Miranda
or other Spanish connections through Mission San Jose del Cabo. What a journey for them! What sheer chance!
(There are some holes in this story: for
example, this 1860 census lists “Cruz Jr.” as four years old, and the first
child born in California, with Ygnacio as five years old and born in Mexico
around 1855. Wouldn’t that mean Cruz
wasn’t in Alta California until 1855, six years after the refugees were brought
to Monterey? Not necessarily. For one thing, Mexicans often didn’t
distinguish between Alta and Baja California – California was California, borders meant nothing - and confusion might easily have prevailed for either
parent or even one of the older children when speaking to an Anglo
census-taker. For another, the long gap
in children between Tranquilino, fourteen, and Ygnacio, five, may indicate that
Cruz was widowed for quite some time – since his arrival around 1849, in fact -
before taking a second wife and starting the second half of his family. Perhaps Crispina was lost in the violence of
the war, or didn’t survive the long sea journey? Perhaps losing her was one of the reasons Cruz decided to leave his homeland? At any rate, I don’t see any other way Cruz
and the older children could have gotten from San Juan del Cabo to Monterey after the U.S. lost Baja; it makes much
more sense that he was on one of those U.S. ships sent to retrieve refugees in
1849, that he remarried in 1854 or 55, and that the census taker simply got the
information wrong about the birthplace of Ygnacio. But if you haven’t figured it out by now,
genealogy depends on records made by human beings and thus is not an exact
science!)
And now I have even more questions.
For example, were the indigenous Mirandas members of the
Pericu Indian peoples? How long had they
been missionized – one generation, or several? Supposedly, founding priest Father Tamaral
and the Indians got along famously – he reportedly baptized over 1000 of them -
until he cracked down on the polygamous family units the Pericu persisted in
forming. The Pericu rebelled several
times, eventually killing Tamaral and burning down the mission.
One online source
says, “By 1767, virtually all the Indians in the area had died either of
European diseases or in skirmishes with the Spanish. Surviving mission Indians
were moved to missions farther north, but San Jose del Cabo remained an
important Spanish military outpost until the mid-19th century when the presidio
was turned over to Mexican nationals,” - but as we Esselen know all too well,
rumors of indigenous extinction are often greatly exaggerated. “Virtually all” might mean that cultural ties
and visual markers had been severed or gone underground, that clans and other
band differences has melted away within the Mission walls and religious
instruction, or that the Indians had simply adapted so well that no one
recognized them as “wild” Indians anymore.
Isn’t it strange how survival can look so much like extinction to
colonizers who insist on having their Indians savage and uncivilized?
Of course, once things settled down at Mission San Juan del
Cabo after the rebellions, the Church sent another priest, and it was monogamy
as usual, although iterations of that poor mission were destroyed by hurricane,
flood, pirates, and general disrepair over the years (you’d almost think the
land didn’t want that mission there, wouldn’t you?). David Kier notes that the native population
at Mission San Juan del Cabo underwent multiple shifts, with natives being
removed to other missions or the natives from other missions being brought in,
so it may well be that Cruz and Crispina Miranda were the descendants of
several surviving Southern Baja tribes.
The last of the last, perhaps – which also means, the first of the next.
Cruz and his wife (Crispina or Gertrudis) Miranda left their
homeland – or what remained of it – in search of something better. The couldn’t know that they were sailing into
the teeth of a chaotic, bloody historical event known as The California Gold
Rush, something Commander Jones noted:
Cruz and his wife also couldn’t know that abandoning one
mission for another would land their children and future descendants in another
post-apocalyptic community with, perhaps, even more problems than those that
they fled. If they had known the state
of Carmel’s Indians, would the Mirandas have come anyway? Did they have much choice, given war, complex
political machinations, starvation?
What a journey that must have been for those Mirandas –
leaving their homeland, a long ocean voyage on a cramped boat with strangers,
landing in a cooler climate full of still more gold-crazed strangers. No wonder the Carmel mission Indians looked,
if not like family, at least like relatives.
Outsiders, the Miranda children seem to have married into some of the
more prominent (in terms of influence within the missions and in post-mission life) Indigenous families who survived
Missionization; certainly, Tranquilino and his children after him did, becoming
more Esselen as the generations went by.
I wonder what they retained of their own culture. I wonder if everything had to be reinvented
or repurposed in order for life to go on.
All I know for sure: each time I dive into these stories, I
learn again that I come from a long, long line of passionate survivors: Indians
rebels, priest-killers, nation-jumpers.
Despite the pain of being human, we do love life. That sentiment seems encoded into my DNA:
flexibility, adaptability, an abhorrence of anything rigid or cage-like. In a poem I once wrote, “We grow into/what
comes next.”
Yes, we do. And that is our miracle.
This essay is dedicated to my father, Alfred Edward Miranda Sr. Happy Father's Day.
Deborah A. Miranda
Deborah A. Miranda
on board the Coast Starlight
near Klamath Falls, Oregon
-The American Baja expedition in 1846 was an afterthought. The primary goal was to acquire territory for annexation.
ReplyDelete-When US forces arrived in La Paz, the local Mexican government led by Francisco Palacios Miranda declared neutrality in exchange for US citizenship.
-Padre Gabriel Gonzales, a Spanish Dominican priest, hosted the Americans for drinks and cards game. Gonzales learned about Americans' limited numbers and thin supply lines. Passed the information to Mexican forces led by Capt. Manuel Pineda.
-Capt. Manuel Pineda forces repulsed American forces at Mulege, Baja California. American forces later engaged in a protracted insurrection that lasted 18 months throughout the Peninsula.
-The last clash of the Mexican–American War happened at Todos Santos (March 30, 1848) a month after the war officially ended.
-The Mexican resistance in Baja California prompted American diplomats to omit in the final peace treaty. Drew the border towards the Pacific rather than the Colorado River.
-The non-annexation of the Baja Peninsula led New York Volunteers to riot with promises of land and settlement in Baja California. The Marines had to subdue them.
-For fear of retribution, 300 Mexican collaborators including Francisco Palacios Miranda in La Paz were evacuated by the US Navy and the re-settled in Monterey, Alta California.
Note: Padre Gabriel Gonzales was my 4th Great Grandfather.