By Mrs. Mary A. Jones
It was on such a perfect day in June, 1847, that a
canvas-covered wagon drawn by oxen slowly wound its way through a beautiful
valley. This "prairie schooner" carried a little family of home-seekers,
and as the oxen moved laboriously along, the scene which greeted the eye at
every turn of the winding path called forth exclamations of admiration from
the occupants of the wagon. At length the travelers halted the oxen, that
they might better gaze and admire the picture of beauty and serenity that
was spread before them. On every side, the valley and surrounding hills
were covered with thick, velvety clover, and with wild oats standing waist
high, waving and rippling in the summer breeze, like the bosom of a lake.
The western hills were clumped with oaks, maples, and shrubs; willows and
mottled-trunk sycamores fringed the little stream at their left; while the
mountains which formed the eastern wall of the valley seemed ever at their
side as they journeyed southward. Cattle grazing on the luxuriant grasses,
the chirp and twitter of birds, and the drowsy hum of insects completed a
picture of beauty, peace, and contentment. Save for the bridle path which
was the only guide of our travelers, and for a tule-thatched hut near the
stream, used as a rude shelter by Spanish vaqueros when night overtook them
in this region, there was nothing to show the hand of man.
This was San Ramon Valley as it looked when first
viewed by Americans, when they stopped their ox-team on that June day so
long ago, just north of the spot where the village of Alamo now stands. No
wonder that the head of that little family bared his brow, as he stood amid
the wild oats and exclaimed half in prophecy, half in determination, "Some
time we will have a home in this valley." This was before the discovery of
gold in California, and this little family were home-seekers, not
gold-hunters. But because of the Mexican war which was raging at that time,
they sought a settlement for protection, and Pueblo (now San Jose) was their
destination.
Four years later, the year 1851, found our home-makers
back in the San Ramon Valley, accompanied by another family. These two
families, with two others, who joined them later, purchased four leagues of
land in the Romero grant, paying for it four thousand dollars.
Is not our pride in our valley justifiable, when one
considers that these people who had journeyed by wagon and ox-team over half
a continent, and who had the whole State of California to choose from, chose
for their home the heart of the San Ramon?
Some changes marked the valley during the four years
that had passed, notably the building of adobe houses, which were homes of
Spanish families. Viewed through the lapse of years, we associate the adobe
with the romantic and the picturesque. Built of adobe bricks dried in the
sun, their thick walls and deeply framed doorways and windows afforded
warmth in winter and coolness in summer. Every adobe house was surrounded
by a portico, about whose rude pillars clambered vines of the mission grape,
and in every dooryard bloomed the fragrant Castilian rose of old Spain. The
adobes call to mind tales of the gay, care-free life of the Spanish days in
California. We think of the fandango, the soft music of the guitar, and the
horsemen with their wide sombreros, their bright-colored serapes, their
jingling spurs, and their horses no less gaily bedecked in silver-mounted
bridles, and saddles with monstrous tapaderas.
But one may ask why in our valley today we find no
descendants of these gay, pleasure-loving people. That question may be
answered in two words - the "manana" of the ease-loving Spaniard, and the
"today" of the hustling, progressive American.
Soon after the coming of the first American
home-makers in 1851, others followed, and the fifties saw the arrival of
many settlers in the valley. There followed a season of prosperity. Farms
were improved with houses, barns, and granaries, a few fruit trees were set
out, and gardens planted. The fertile land, little of which had ever known
a plowshare, under American thrift was cultivated and made to produce
abundantly.
In the midst of this prosperity, a heavy blow fell
upon the residents. The Spanish grants under which title the people had
bought their land, became the cause of years of litigation, and many
residents were forced to pay for their land a second time.
In those days all were neighbors in the fullest sense
of the word, helping one another by an exchange of work, all joining
together in their few social affairs, and ready to aid when sickness or
death entered a home. Doctors were far away, and trained nurses were
unknown, but it was nothing unusual for a pioneer mother to ride miles on
horseback, often with a baby in her arms, to care for a sick neighbor.
The first post-office in San Ramon Valley was
established in 1853, and named "Alamo" - a Spanish word meaning poplar
tree. The postoffice was given quarters at the home of John M. Jones, who
lived in an adobe house that crowned the knoll of the O. J. Reis home-site
just north of Alamo. Mr. Jones was the first postmaster, and his wife, Mrs.
Mary A. Jones was his deputy. For many years Alamo was the only post-office
between Martinez and Mission San Jose. The mail was carried between these
two points by a man with a horse and cart, who made a round trip twice each
week.
Alamo is the second oldest town in the county,
Martinez being the oldest. The first house in the town of Alamo was built
by a man named George Engelmeyer. He at first had a shoe-shop, but soon
enlarged his shop to a general merchandise store, and did such a thriving
business that in a short time he had to employ a clerk. Other shops soon
followed - blacksmith, harness, and butcher shops, and a hotel. In 1858 the
frame building still standing under the maples and walnuts on the west side
of the street was built. The lower floor of this building was used as the
general merchandise store of Lomax & Smart, while the upper floor was the
Masonic lodge-room, Alamo Lodge No. 122, F & A. M., which now holds its
meetings at Walnut Creek, was organized at Alamo in 1858, and this old
building was its first home. In 1860 a two-story brick structure was
erected on the west side of the street, on the property now owned by Mrs.
George Smith. Wolfe and Cohen were the owners of the general merchandise
store which occupied the lower story, while the Masonic lodge moved from its
first location into the more commodious quarters of the upper story of the
new brick building. The bricks of which this building was constructed, were
made by G. W. Webster, who lived on what is now the Van Gorden place. The
brick-kiln was situated on the Rancho el Rio, just across the creek from the
Van Gorden pear orchard. In the great earthquake of 1868 the building
mentioned was badly damaged, and was soon afterward torn down.
The ruin known as the Foster House is of historic
interest. It was erected in 1857 by James Foster, of Maine, and the staunch
timbers of which it is constructed were made from trees which grew in the
Maine woods. The lumber for the house was sawed, shaped, and fitted, all
ready to put together, then shipped around the Horn to its destined home.
Mr. Foster was a wheelwright, and wagons, carriages, furniture, and even
coffins, when occasion required, were turned out from his shop with a
neatness and finish that would do credit to the present day.
In 1854 the first school in San Ramon Valley opened
its doors in a little house which stood in the northern part of what is now
the Kendall property, near the cemetery. Richard Webster was the first
teacher. Soon after, a church (Cumberland Presbyterian) was built near the
schoolhouse, on the lot which is now a driveway leading to the cemetery.
For a while a school was conducted in a little house that stood on a bedrock
knoll a short distance north of the point where the Southern Pacific
Railroad crosses the county road between Alamo and Walnut Creek. This was
known as the "Wall" schoolhouse, being near the home of Captain Wall, at the
time the owner of the Foulds ranch.
In 1859 leading residents organized the Contra Costa
Educational Association, and erected the Union Academy, a boarding and day
school. The academy opened for instruction in June, 1860, with Rev. David
McClure as its first principal, while Silas Stone, John M. Jones, and Robert
Love comprised its first board of trustees. The Union Academy was a large
three-story structure, centrally located between Alamo and Danville, on the
west side of the county road, on land that is now a prune orchard belonging
to Mr. E. B. Anderson. The fine locusts which grace the roadway at that
spot were planted in the days of the academy, to adorn the entrance to its
grounds. John H. Braly, in later years principal of the San Jose Normal
School, succeeded Dr. McClure as principal. Mr. Braly's successor was Rev.
Robert King, and in 1868, during his principalship, the academy was
destroyed by fire, and was never rebuilt. The church building almost
directly opposite the academy site afforded temporary school
accommodations. In the meantime other towns had sprung up - Danville,
Limerick (now San Ramon) and Walnut Creek, situated at the junction of
Walnut and San Ramon creeks. District schools were established at Alamo and
at these younger towns.
In 1910, by popular vote of Danville, San Ramon,
Alamo, Green Valley, and Sycamore districts, a high school was established
at Danville, and named the San Ramon Valley Union High School. Although
still in its infancy, it gives promise of becoming a power in the land.
In nothing does history show progress in greater
degree than in modes of transportation. Beginning with that ox-team which
"gee-hawed" its way through our valley in 1847, we may trace the means of
travel next by the saddle-horse, then by carriages drawn by horses. Next
came the steam railroad with the advent of the Southern Pacific in 1891; in
more recent years scores of automobiles, and now since 1914 the Oakland,
Antioch & Eastern Railway, land us in the metropolis in less than two hours.
Since the coming of our first American settlers in
1851, the years have brought many changes besides those of transportation.
Many of the big ranches have been divided into smaller holdings. With the
increase of population and more intensive farming, land has steadily
increased in value, and, instead of being sold by the "league," it is
measured to the hundredth of an acre. Instead of scattering farmhouses of
the fifties, the valley and foothills are dotted with comfortable and
attractive homes.
Better facilities for handling perishable products,
have changed many grain-fields into orchards, and fruit from San Ramon
Valley now commands the highest prices in the markets of Eastern cities.