6.
Good Friday, 1865:
Two Fornay Agents Visit
Mission San Miguel on the Night
of Lincoln's Assassination
from The Reeducation
of a Turd Peddler
by John Henry Peabody, based on his
interviews of Fornay storytellers
WHEREIN ANTONIO AND DESHENG, TWO FORNAY INDIAN AGENTS,
SHOW UP AT MISSION SAN MIGUEL ON WORD THAT JUNIPERO SERRAS HEART
IS LOCATED THERE.
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Antonio kept an eye on the heart in the jug.
`Its as they said it would be, he whispered to De Sheng.
`Made of clay. The markings at the bottom are Carmel . . . Monterey.
De Sheng nodded. `Yeah. But howre we going to get it out of
here?
THE TWO FORNAY AGENTS EYED
Junipero Serras heart as it sat on the shelf behind the bar in
the tavern at Mission San Miguel Archangel. They had come down from
the Pass up north, looking for the old padres ticker in its ceramic
jug.
There it is, De Sheng, Antonio told his half
brother in Fornay dialect.
Yup, De Sheng replied.
It was around four o clock in the afternoon, Good
Friday, April 14, 1865. Two thousand miles away, President Abraham Lincoln
was just a few hours from being shot at Fords Theater while attending
Our American Cousin with his wife Mary Todd. With the news
provided by General Grant to Mr. Lincoln, the American Civil War was
coming to an end as Antonio and De Sheng left the Fornay Pass and headed
towards the mission. With intelligence that the padres heart could
be found in the tavern at San Miguel, they picked up horses from an
out-of-pass contact and aimed south.
Founded in 1797 by Padre Fermín Francisco de Lasuén,
taking over the mission system upon the death of Junipero Serra, Mission
San Miguel was the last of the California missions to be secularized
in 1834. Lasuéns tenure doubled the number of missions
and the number of converts, introducing mission architecture,
with its red tile roofs and white walls, after many years where the
buildings were mere holes in the ground with thatched roofs.
This was it. Today it would be difficult to imagine Taco
Bell, or any of Californias mission-style shopping malls, as the
thatched roof, hole-in-the-ground operations that were the mainstay
of Father Serras existence (falafel franchises in the late 1960s
and early 1970s would pick it up later). Fray Serra may have founded
the California mission system, but Fray Lasuéns engineered
the Bell Beefer.
Although San Miguel was sold in 1845 and returned to the
church in 1859, its location away from what would end up being the larger
metropolitan areas of the state caused it to be a bit of a wayward structure.
Not that it didnt have its culturally significant artifactsthere
was the cannon from the Spanish, forged in 1697, and used against John
C. Fremont and his troops in 1846Mission San Miguel remained an
outpost even after the outpost status of places like San Diego, Santa
Barbara, El Fornio, Carmel and San Francisco changed from colonial fort
to vacation spot. No one wanted to live in San Miguel, it seemed, and
because of that the old mission grounds went begging.
In 1846, General Pio Pico, the governer of Californiaabout
three days from losing the state to the Americans . . . listen to the
cannon soundsold off all of San Miguel, excepting the priests
lodgings and the church itself. One William Reed, the purchaser, moved
his wife and two children into a wing which they occupied for a number
of months.
The area saw people come and go as they passed through the
countrysidedisenfranchised Indians, Spanish Leathercoats, newly
arrived Chinese laborers, late wandering Chinese mariners, Yankees,
soldiers and gold seekers.
In 1849, gold rush trampsand they were all tramps
in the Gold Rushcame to water their horses at the old mission.
According to records, Reed entertained them with stories, one of which
involved a bit of braggadocio about his personal store of hidden treasure.
The visitors thanked him for his hospitality and moved on. But as night
fell, they doubled back, returned to the old mission and killed Reed,
his family and six servants in search of the treasure.
There was no treasureat least none that any of them
could find. The next day, a posse caught up with the group, killing
one in the ensuing gun battle. Then, as they made their way to the coast,
one jumped into the ocean trying to escape and drowned (YMCA swim classes
were still decades away). The other three were taken prisoner and sent
down to Santa Barbara where they were executed.
Which, of course, is the romance of the missions.
Antonio kept an eye on the heart in the jug. Its as they
said it would be, he whispered to De Sheng. Made of clay.
The markings at the bottom are Carmel . . . Monterey.
De Sheng nodded. Howre we going to get it out
of here?
Antonio looked around. The bar maid, a woman of European
descent in her mid-twenties, was on the other side of the room straightening
chairs and tables. There were three empty bowls on one of the tables.
Well, Antonio figured. It would be a trick
to do it quietly.
I dont want trouble. Not the way to do it.
The door to the tavern opened and two black dogs of medium
size spilled in with two men following quickly behind. The dogs sniffed
the room excitedly. The younger of the two men, a white man with red
hair, hoisted a large cloth bag up and onto one of the tables, emptying
its contents into one the bowls. The older man, an Indian in his seventies,
tried to corral the dogs.
Oh, my darling, the young man said to the woman.
The dogs jumped up and down between them.
Hello, John, back to him.
Antonio looked at De Sheng. I guess theyre together.
The dogs ran up to Antonio and De Sheng.
Hey, De Sheng reached out to them. These
are Black Dogs, he said in dialect to his brother.
Hearing them speak, the woman looked over. Are you
Fornay?
Antonio said, switching to accented English. Yes,
mam.
Fornay Indians, John, she came across the room
to greet them. Fornay Indians. Were from El Fornio, my husband
and I.
You are, huh? Antonio leaned back with a smile.
That would explain the dogs.
We brought them with usSally and Seamus,
he extended a hand to each of the men. Greetings. Im John
Kennedy. This is my wife, Maria Aliso.
Aliso? Antonio asked. Youre the
Alisos from the land just north of the river.
I am Jorge Alisos youngest daughter. We have
the north bank of the Santa Maria, she stopped. Well
Thats okay, Antonio assured her.
Im sorry, she said.
No, no, Antonio shyly.
You call it something else. Jaung-ho . . .
she turned her head attempting to come up with the word.
Very good! De Sheng complemented her.
Jtung-hoh, Antonio filled in. Its the
`middle river to us. It, well, at one time, it was the dividing
line between us and the tribe to the south. It still is, I suppose,
to many. Farther east its called the Cuyama, above the spot where
it comes together at the Sisquoc, but those arent our names.
Cuyama, the old man said.
Maria introduced him to them. This is Miguel,
she said.
He smiled and bowed. Miguel, with an extended
hand. Or Tupnek.
Tupnek? asked Antonio. Obispeno?
Yes, he drawled. At first. Then we became
San Miguel.
How long have you been here, old man? Antonio
asked him.
Since I was ten years old. The first time they rang
the bell.
The dogs sniffed at De Shengs boot. Seamus!
Sally! Maria called them off. Miguel, can you
. . . she pointed to dogs.
Yes, Miss Maria. Miguel gathered up the dogs
and went to take them outside. Goodbye, Fornay,
Miguel told them in their own dialect as he led the dogs back out the
door.
He speaks Fornay, De Sheng smiled. That
old man knows something.
He came with the place, Jack said. For
everything he says, Im convinced there are two he keeps to himself.
Or three, De Sheng said.
Antonio looked at Jack. Youre not one of the
Americans.
Im Irish. Came west some years ago for the gold.
Howd that go?
It was alright, he looked down.
Marie held her husbands arm. Johns a good
man and going for the gold doesnt really suit him.
It worked for a short while then I took a ship south
out of San Francisco and ended up in El Fornio. Thats when I met
Maria.
John worked for my father.
Howd that go? Antonio continued.
Well, they all looked at one another. Much
better.
How have you come here? De Sheng asked.
We thought we could make it on our own, Maria
explained. And bring the family name farther south by getting
on to the old mission land here.
Were growing here. Tomatillos, John said.
In dialect De Sheng asked Antonio about the tomatillos. Antonio explained
the tomatillo to him and he nodded.
The Aztec tomato, De Sheng smiled. We
call them luk gwa, he told them. But they
come from Aztecs.
I had heard, John said to him, pointing the
big cloth bag. Heres a fresh batch I just fetched.
We make a savory jam out of them, Maria continued.
I call it chutney. She calls it jam. But its
really neither. We were thinking of using a Spanish word for it. The
one that means sauce.
Sounds tasty, Antonio patted his belly with
a smile.
De Sheng, the lankier of the two squeezed his brothers
shoulder. He will eat anything. Owls, fish, snakes, roots, qasi
yu he stopped and looked to his brother for a translation.
Abalone, Antonio said. Oh, I like abalone,
yes.
Anything! De Sheng reiterated with exasperation.
Well, perhaps we can treat you to a batch when we
finish, Maria told him. It takes a few days for it to sit,
but then . . .
Very good stuff, John said. Chutney or
no chutney.
What do you keep them in? Antonio asked.
Clay pots are just fine, Maria said.
Antonio pointed to the shelf above the bar. Like that
one? he asked, with a nod to the heart.
A bit like that, she said. But that ones
a bit big. Im not even sure whats in it. Its one of
the things that came with the place.
Have you opened it up to see?
Oh, good God, no, J0hn laughed. One could
only imagine whats inside that. I figure its some kind of
spirits and fruit. We like it for the glaze on the jar.
Yes, very nice, Antonio agreed with him.
I wanted to establish a little kingdom of the tomatillo
down here, John explained. But after this season, I think
that we are moving on.
Thats it?
The church is coming back to take the grounds,
Maria reasoned. Which I think is the right thing to do. And my
father is too old now. In the coming months, we will have packed up
and moved back to El Fornio.
So much for the little tomatillo kingdom, John
considered. Well bring it back up to the ranch and start
it over from there. I think our tomatillo idea will work itself out.
Weve experimented with red tomatoes, and they are just as lovely.
It makes the chutney even sweeter.
Ive recommended adding peppers! Maria
let in. Onions! Nothing too fancy. Eventually, it would look nice
to put it in glass jars with an advertisement of some sort.
John ran his hand through the air. Aliso-Kennedy tomatillo
jamor chutneywhich ever one.
Or Spanish for sauce, Maria chided him. She
looked at Antonio and De Sheng. Were not sure
which direction California is going. Spanish? English? Indian? What
do you say?
We say je-ung for sauce, De Sheng told
her.
I dont think that its going in that direction,
Antonio sighed.
As long as it says Aliso-Kennedy, it can be whatever
it ends up being, John said.
Antonio looked back up at the heart. What are you
taking with you when you leave?
John looked around. We bought everything except the
buildings. So we will take everything with us. Chairs, tables. She laughs
at me, but I think that someday someone will care about this old furniture.
I sure like that clay jug up there, Antonio
pointed. What do you think about it?
That old thing! Maria looked at her husband.
Miguel said something about it once.
I like old things like that, Antonio said.
John looked at her and then at the clay jug. Ill make you
an offer. Let us do our final work here, with the whole place intactnow
Im being Irish. Because its bad luck to break the place
up too early. But let us finish here and then take everything with us
back North. Then you can visit when were back in El Fornio, by
the start of summer season.
Well even keep the old jug for you, Maria
looked at her husband.
What say?
Antonio looked at De Sheng. Being Irish, as John said, was
also kind of being Fornay as the Fornay believed in the same thing:
dont break the set, dont break the line, dont disturb
charms arranged in a way that makes the world around them work.
Antonio and De Shengs journey down was preceded by
an encounter with a saxlupus yan, an enchanter, who arranged
charms in line with the meaning and luck they would need for safe passage.
The enchanter had placed one of the old padres hearts in line
with a sycamore twig, gall wasps nest, two family stones, datura
and a beetle, for mobility. Now, it seemed to Antonio and De Sheng,
that their charm line was parallel to Maria and husband Johns.
Antonio turned away from De Sheng, after a nod. Alright,
well see you this summer in El Fornio. Well know when you
arrive, he assured them. And then well come down and
see if that old jug is still for sale.
How will you know when we arrive? Maria asked.
We see, Antonio said.
An eye stick, De Sheng curled a fist in front
of one eye.
We can see for a long, long way.
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