We haven't raised a monument in his honor, but a
horse thief played a pivotal role in the history of my hometown, Shamokin,
Pennsylvania.
I haven't used him (yet) in my fiction, though I did
outline the story of Jesse Major in Digging Dusky Diamonds, my non-fiction book
about the lives of miners and their families in this area of Pennsylvania's
anthracite coal region.
Jesse had a reputation as a horse thief, burglar and
counterfeiter. His arch enemy was Walter Brady, county sheriff, who
relentlessly tracked him down and put him behind bars more than once. Sheriff
Brady indulged in a bit of land speculation and, eventually, this got him into
financial difficulties. His property was seized by the court and put up for
auction.
Major, who had just been released from another of
his frequent visits to the county lockup, saw an opportunity for revenge. On
Aug. 19, 1824 he bid $12 and won possession of the tract of land where Shamokin
would be seated. Of course, Jesse didn't develop the property. He sold it to
John C. Boyd, a man who loved speculation, for $230 and a horse valued at $50.
Jesse Major mounted the horse and rode off into legend.
The rest is history.
Boyd, who was already wealthy from a grist mill,
vast land holdings and shrewd investments in the enterprises of others, developed
the mining industry which led to the founding of the town. In a newspaper
advertisement in June 1838, an unidentified promoter enthused the town,
"...is in the midst of one of the finest fields of Anthracite coal in the
Union" and "...that its location is good in regard to the procuring
of the necessaries of life--that it is healthy--the water pure, and that there
is abundant space to build."
He wasn't exaggerating about the coal. It made a
number of families extremely wealthy and provided employment for numerous
others for many years. The health cost to workers and the purity of local
streams was another issue--though these weren't immediately recognized.
Change is inevitable. When I came home after more
than 20 years elsewhere coal no longer provided economic security for the
region and community leaders struggled to find a replacement for the industry.
That struggle continues and lack of opportunity results in the exodus of the
best and brightest of our young people.
Still, I didn't come home for employment. I enjoy
familiar surroundings, closeness of family and friends, my work as librarian of
the county historical society. There are three universities within a short
drive, with all the amenities they have to offer. There's abundance of ethnic
foods. And, in the rich history of the area, there is plenty of grist for my
writing.
Though my most recent book is another western
(Blake's Rule), much of my fiction has been influenced by the history of my
homeplace. For example, The Bartered Body is set in a fictional coal region
town.
Here's a blurb:
Why would thieves steal the body of a dead woman?
That’s the most challenging question yet to be faced
by Sylvester Tilghman, the third of his family to serve as sheriff of Arahpot,
Jordan County, Pennsylvania, in the waning days of the 19th century.
And it’s not just any body but that of Mrs.
Arbuckle, Nathan Zimmerman’s late mother-in-law. Zimmerman is burgess of
Arahpot and Tilghman’s boss, which puts more than a little pressure on the sheriff
to solve the crime in a hurry.
Syl’s investigation is complicated by the arrival in
town of a former flame who threatens his relationship with his sweetheart Lydia
Longlow; clashes with his old enemy, former burgess McLean Ruppenthal; a string
of armed robberies, and a record snowstorm that shuts down train traffic, cuts
off telegraph service and freezes cattle in the fields.
It will take all of Syl’s skills and the help of his
deputy and friends to untangle the various threads and bring the criminals to
justice.
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A most interesting hometown you have there, John. I'm sure there are hundreds of stories you could pull from its rich history, and I hope you live long enough to write them all.
ReplyDeleteThanks Earl. Finding time to write them all is a problem.
ReplyDeleteOutstanding post, John. You are faring well with your writing and your books. Every time I turn around you have another. The only part of Pennsylvania I every saw was a bit of Pittsburg, when I visited my husband's home town in East Liverpool, Ohio. It was beautiful. Somehow the history my husband told me about his hometown and his experiences in nearby Steubenville, Ohio, I can see a lot of Pennsylvania in that area. Thank you.
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