{"id":59623,"date":"2024-11-01T09:00:30","date_gmt":"2024-11-01T16:00:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.heuermontage.com\/?p=59623"},"modified":"2024-11-01T09:28:25","modified_gmt":"2024-11-01T16:28:25","slug":"san-ramon-valley","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.heuermontage.com\/?p=59623","title":{"rendered":"San Ramon Valley"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Eugene O’Neill looked for and found a seemingly peaceful enclave for writing his all but peaceful plays in the San Ramon Valley. For 6 years he and his wife lived in a gated house built with the money from his NobelPrize for literature, overlooking Mt. Diablo, grateful for the seclusion in the valley, the writer struggling with progressive tremors from Parkinson disease.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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He felt he could only create with pen put to paper, an increasing hardship. His oldest son’s suicide, the estrangement from with his other 2 children, actively pursued by him after his daughter Oona married Charlie Chaplin, threw long shadows over a landscape filled with light. Eventually the couple moved back to the East coast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Peaceful” was in the eye of the beholder, anyhow. The original peoples of the region were violently uprooted by the 1772 arrival of the Spanish who established missions, killed those who objected in direct warfare and spread diseases that decimated the Tatcan, Seunen and Saclan tribes in horrifying numbers. When the missions were closed in 1863, fewer than a score of Indian descendants in the region were alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Of course, it didn’t end there. The Mexican government granted two Ranchos in the valley. The grazing cattle and sheep destroyed the herb and bulb meadows carefully nurtured by the tribes to provide traditional foods when hunting or fishing was precarious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Then came the miners. The Gold Rush invaded more Indian lands and when California joined the Union in 1850 they immediately passed a law that allowed Indians to be enslaved by any White man, cynically called the “Act for the Protection of the Indians” (repealed in 1863, well into the Civil War period.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I learned all this from a visit to a tiny history museum located in an old train station in Danville, attendant struggling to figure out that admission was $3, since they usually deal with school classes. A single room filled to the brim with dusty exhibits, lovingly collected across decades.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Displays ranged from stuffed animals to tribal artifacts, to walls of photographs celebrating noted personalities of Indian descent. Prints of works by famous photographer Edward S. Curtis and drawings by Michael Harney were isolated highlights among a lot of idiosyncratic exhibits.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Walking in the valley early in the morning provided welcome access to species alive rather than embalmed by eager taxidermists.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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It is beautiful out here, even after the hottest, driest summer on record. The rains are supposed to return today.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Dried out creek.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Instead of music here are links to “Beyond the horizon,” a play filmed on the grounds of the O’Neill Tao House and in the landscape I currently walk in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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