File:Genealogy and recollections (1915) (14780643684).jpg

Identifier: genealogyrecolle00moor (find matches)
Title: Genealogy and recollections
Year: 1915 (1910s)
Authors: Moore, A. A. (Albert Alfonzo), 1842-
Subjects: Moore family O'Melveny family Biggs family Moore, James, b. 1716
Publisher: San Francisco, Priv. print. by The Blair-Murdock company
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

View Book Page: Book Viewer
About This Book: Catalog Entry
View All Images: All Images From Book
Click here to view book online to see this illustration in context in a browseable online version of this book.

Text Appearing Before Image:
n andwanted to go to the war. I trained diligently under aMr. Eigenbrodt, who lived at Alvarado, and wasgathering men for what was called the CaliforniaHundred. My parents stopped that and I supposeit was lucky for me, young and very green as I was.A neighbor boy, Fillebrown, did join. Eigenbrodtand Fillebrown were both killed. That summer we threshed with our machine forfarmers. That winter, 1861-2, was very wet. TheAlameda at Niles was unfordable for two weeks. Iremember swimming it on a mare named Dolly. Myfather once rode her in a race against me. We ran(I afoot) fifty yards to turn a stake and return. Pawas nearly as big as Dolly, so I thought to beat, buthe won easily. In the spring of 1862 I went to the old MethodistCollege at Santa Clara, called University of the Pa-cific. It is in existence yet. I remained there a year,returning home about July, 1863. In that fall I wentto the county seat, San Leandro, and began to studylaw under Judge Noble Hamilton, then county judge. (128)
Text Appearing After Image:
Mrs. Moore and Margaret1. In Japan (October, 1911) ; 2. In Egypt (January, 1913) RECOLLECTIONS I was admitted in February, 1865. In March, 1865,I went to Idaho Territory with my new professionto try it on the dog, as it were. I was unlearned andvery raw, with no knowledge of making my way, andno backing. I was not a good mixer. At first I wasvery sick and maybe would have died but for the careof my brother Theodore. Well, when I got up I hadlittle money, no books and no acquaintances. I got ajob then as office deputy with Mr. Stanford, the sher-iff (cousin of the Railroad Stanford). It did notseem feasible at all to get business. It was a poorcamp anyway, so I held on with Stanford. I had a good many adventures, mostly amusing, butsome almost tragic, and in the fall of 1866 I camehome to San Leandro where my people then lived. Iwas over twenty-three years old. I had lived an easy,careless life, as country boys are apt to do if they can,and as I could by reason that my parents were ind

Note About Images