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About six months ago we received an email from Gail Case Davidson of Gunnison, Colorado:
“My interest stems from a visit my husband, son, and I made to the area about 5 years ago. My father had passed away in 2004 and I received many old photo albums of his after he passed.  He was a ‘coast watcher’ during WWII and was stationed at a barracks that were located at the mouth of the Mattole River on the Pacific Coast. Using those photos, we were able to locate the site of the old barracks during our visit.
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“My dad was a proud member of the US Coast Guard – that was then under the US Navy Department during the war – and he took many photos using his little Kodak “brownie” camera…  I remember in the late 50’s, when I was a little girl, we visited the Petrolia area and saw an older woman named Hattie Titus who my father knew during the time he was stationed in the area.
“My father’s name was Russel Case. His nickname was ‘Casey’.  He was a Kansas-born farm boy from Wheat Ridge, Colorado, who joined up right after Pearl Harbor.  I will include some photos of some of the local ‘girls’ that had their pictures taken with the sailors.  Maybe someone will recognize them.
“He left the Mattole area around late 1943 and was sent to the east coast as a radio operator on a troop transport ship.”
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These emails and the pictures Gail scanned and attached were wonderful to receive! I am sorry it has taken so long to get these out there to share with you Mattole history lovers. The final nudge was when Gail offered to send an entire album of the pictures she put together. We received it only a week or two ago, and were very impressed with both the content and the professional manner in which it was presented. Gail added introductory material and articles on the Coast Guard and the Beach Patrols at the end of the binder.
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Photos are by Walter Russel Case, courtesy of Gailann Case Davidson, and are of Coast Guard Beach Patrol Station #4017, from late 1942 until late ’43. (Note that most of these photographs were tiny to begin with, and Gail did the very best she could scanning them for highest resolution. The digitized clues cannot be avoided on some of these shots.)
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The barracks at the mouth, just outside the present-day beach gate near the parking lot

The barracks at the mouth, just outside the present-day gate near the parking lot

View from the hill behind and southeast of the barracks

View from the hill behind and southeast of the barracks

Russel Case in uniform

And here is Russel Case in uniform

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Russel and buddies horsing around:
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Marksmanship practice:
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Some of the local sights and people:
Petrolia Local Girls
Carmen (Carmella Davis) Gill, in Ferndale. There are several photos of Carmen in the album

Carmen (Carmella Davis) Gill, in Ferndale. There are several photos of Carmen in the album. Edit: Donell Hunter McCanless, seen on the right in the photo above, tells me this was not Carmen Gill, but Carmen Anderson of Ferndale. Donell, who knew Casey well, says Carmen and he were dating. She has written to his daughter Gail to express her delight in finding this tribute to such a wonderful and well-liked man.

Johnny Jackson Indian Ranch Owner Mattole River

Labelled “Johnny Jackson, Indian Ranch Owner, Mattole River”

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73 years ago!

73 years ago!

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Gail commented that “It is fun to look at the pictures of the locals with the sailors. When you think about the human side – here are the local young people, during a very turbulent time in history, meeting and interacting with the young sailors who were mostly from the Midwest, some from big cities. and all a long way from home.  Many of the local “girls” were probably born in the Petrolia or surrounding area and never had much chance to interact with guys from the “outside world”.  It was probably a little “wild” time but the sailors probably appreciated mixing with the local families to get that “little touch of home” that they left behind.  The sailors were doing their wartime duty, unsure of the outcome, but were essentially just “kids” themselves growing into manhood. The pictures of them practicing with the guns and bayonets showed that it was serious business.   What an interesting time it must have been for everyone there.”
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Hattie Titus and daughter Phyllis

Hattie and Phyllis frequently entertained the Coast Guardsmen, and there are several photos in the album of them having a good time. A note from the Ferndale Enterprise of October 1, 1943, says “Sunday, the 26th, at the Titus home, a surprise party was held in honor of Ensign J. Rible. Others present were Mrs. Rible, Mr. and Mrs. Arnold Rohm, Mr. and Mrs. Richard Gardina and small daughter, Renea, Mr. and Mrs. M. S. Carter, Mrs. J.L. Hagne, Mrs. J.J. Mulsoff, and Coast Guardsmen, Harold Drier, Evans Mathern, Jonas Silver, Carl Fiore, Russel Case. Co-hostesses were Mrs. George Titus and Miss Phyllis Titus. Dancing and cards were enjoyed during the afternoon and delicious refreshments were served at close.”
Here is Rible in a couple of photos:
Lt. Perkins, Ensign Rible

Lt. Perkins, Ensign Rible

Beach Patrol Officers

Ensign Rible with Coxswain Sontwier

On a darker note, you may have heard the story of the three men who drowned when ordered to cross the lagoon in a rowboat one stormy night in 1943. Jim Cook tells the story in a YouTube interview done by the Ferndale Museum:
click this or search youtube for JIM COOK ON COAST GUARD DROWNING. I think Jim got a little confused with the story, as he says a Lt. Rible would have known better, but some Ensign (Rollay?) insisted that the men go out in the little boat. In fact, the Lt. was Perkins and the Ensign was Rible, so it’s unclear whether we go with the “Ensign” or the “Rible” story as to the person responsible for the deaths; but no matter now. I finally found the particulars of that incident. Probably for reasons of morale and security, it was not reported in the local papers, but the names can be found on a terse list in the online Coast Guard archives. “10/23/1943 [one month after the Titus party], Evans J. Matherne, Seaman 1; Jonas Silver, Seaman 2; and Sautwier, Joseph, Coxswain, Died when Boat Capsized.” Sontwier being the man in the photo above with his superior.
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The sort of heavy raingear and boots worn by the unfortunate rowers

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The twenty men stationed at Barracks 4017

USCG Beach Patrol Mattole CA 1942 Names

These names are attached to the photo above; it’s unclear whether they are in order, or if only the names of the first 9 men are known, names scattered throughout the list. Either way, Russel Case is first on the right

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Dogs were a big part of the patrol operation. You can learn all about how they were used in this article, which is also printed out in Gail’s photo album: World War II Coast Guard Horse Patrol .
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Russ and pups

Russ and pups

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Gail concludes her introduction to the photo album thus:
“Russ often talked with pride and fondness of the time he spent and the local people he met in Petrolia. He and his wife Ann visited Petrolia a couple of times in subsequent years. Russ was a proud Coast Guard World War II Vet for the remainder of his life. He passed away in Denver, Colorado, in 2004.
“Thank you for sharing in his story.”
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Thank *you*, Gailann Davidson! These pictures are only a small percentage of the photos in the album. Come on in to the MVHS office to see more!
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(P.S. Note of July, 2015–my phone number has changed; to make an appt. to come to the office, please call 707-840-6044, or cell number 707-601-7300)

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(Edit/update on July 12, 2012: i am filling in the names of Doris’s parents: Ethel and Milt Geib. I hadn’t asked before, which was very remiss of me.)

Over the past quarter century, i have gone several times out to the coast, a bit north of Cooskie Creek, to the site of the old Mackey cabin. It was always an adventure to head out into the wind and sunshine, around the north side of Cooskie Mtn. and out Johnny Jack Ridge to where the jeep road falls so steeply that i never dared continue on the ATV. From this top-of-the-world point, you can look seemingly straight down to the tiny sight of the cabin just above the sea, and can also locate, in the middle of a sizable fenced corral some distance south and inland of the cabin, what we called the Mackey Barn. The barn was up on a flat several hundred feet above the cabin level, close to Cooskie Creek, and it was still a walk of about a mile seaward to the cabin. (In consulting maps as far back as the 1865 Doolittle, i see that the site of the Mackey Ranch was probably that of the old John Segrist place.)

But the cabin always drew me. It was awesomely dilapidated, the windows empty of glass, the floorboards rotted out, surfaces powdery with dust, mouse chewings, and droppings from various small creatures. But there was a large window opening in the kitchen, looking directly out to the ocean. I wondered what it would be like to work in that kitchen, hearing the relentless wind howling outside while gazing at the infinite horizon from the snugness of this minimal space.

Outside were the remains of several outbuildings, rotten fence posts, old wheel and horse-path ruts; but the thing that intrigued me was the patch of Red-Hot Poker flowers near the cabin, and a bit further north up the beach, on the brink of a craggy cliff, a single agave cactus. I felt sure a woman had lived here, and planted those exotics. I think there were daffodils, too, in the Spring. Who was this woman—and what was it like to live in a place as wild and beautiful, but lonely, as this?

ImageThe Mackey Ranch, early 20th century. Photo from the Mary Rackliff Etter Collection.

The latter question was posed to present-day beach dweller John McAbery by a San Francisco Chronicle writer earlier this summer. The article described the life of a diligent artistic couple, woodcarver John and his partner Gretchen Bunker, in their own hand-built cabin at the mouth of Four-Mile Creek. (The comments section after the main article was as gratifying to me as any part of it, because nearly every one of about 100 writers expressed envy and admiration, and several conveyed eye-rolling wonder that anybody could handle such a lonely life so far from the comforts of civilization.) Well, a lady named Doris Long, of Alameda, caught the article and was moved to send a letter and some old photos to John and Gretchen. She had been friends with the Mackeys and visited the cliffside cabin in the early 1940s, when she was about six years old. Another visit brought her back to Petrolia in 1949, and there are photographs from that trip as well. John and Gretchen forwarded the pictures to the MVHS, i contacted Doris, and here we have her tales of John W. and Florence Mackey.

Doris Geib, born in 1935 and growing up in the east Bay Area, knew the Mackeys from the time she was small. Florence was her father’s secretary at the Don Lee auto dealership in San Francisco… apparently, at that time, she and John lived in the city but maintained the ranch remotely, spending time there in the summers or whenever possible. Of all the people her parents entertained, Doris says “The Mackeys were just my favorite people. They were the only ones I willingly gave up my bedroom for… they paid attention to us. They were fun people! They came and stayed with us in Burlingame a few times and then after John died, Florence came more often. Of course, as a little kid I didn’t ask them any questions about their lives.”

But her childhood memories of them paint a warm picture. Let me begin by quoting from the letter Doris sent the McAberys: “I read the article about you in the SF Chronicle last Sunday and it brought back many memories of my trip to the area where you live. Our family friends, John and Florence Mackey, owned a ranch on the coast. The enclosed pictures were taken on our trip over 70 years ago!! The Mackeys had a home in Petrolia, right on the river, and Florence spent most of her time there. John ran cattle on the ranch and spent most of his time out there. When Florence needed to get a message to him she called the Punta Gorda lighthouse and they raised the message flag that John could see from his house [down the coast a couple of miles; binoculars helped]. They had no children but I am sure if there are any really oldtimers around they would remember the Mackeys.

“There were no roads out to the ranch so we had to get there by horseback. They would watch the tides and at low tide we would get out and go along the water. Sometimes we would get caught in a cove and have to wait for the 7th wave to get around the point of land. Many years later John put in a Jeep road overland. Of course, their ranch house was really kind of primitive. I remember the outhouse was facing the water and it had no door on it because when you were in there it was the farthest point west… and no one was going to be passing by!

“One of the things I remember most was when we were staying in Petrolia, every morning Florence sent my brother and I out to catch trout for everyone’s breakfast. I could catch them but was a little squeamish about baiting the hook so my brother did it for me. We would catch a bunch of trout and Florence would
clean them and fry them up, they were delicious!! Also, John brought in some abalone and it was the first time I had ever tasted it and have been a fan ever since. Too bad I can’t afford to eat it these days! (Doris later mentioned that ‘One other memory I have is when John brought home abalone. Florence said the only way to fix it was to beat it with an empty beer bottle. My nephews used to go abalone diving and my Mom always beat the abalone with a beer bottle!! Although she never drank so she had to make the effort to find the right bottle.’)

“Enjoy your life in what the Mackeys used to call ‘God’s Country’.”

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John and Florence Mackey in front of their Petrolia house, 1941 or ’42; Eddie, Doris, and their mother Ethel Geib.

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The nice borrowed car and Doris, her brother Ed, and mother on the bridge crossing the Mattole on the way to the beach.

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Doris’s dad Milt Geib crossing on the bridge, which was replaced in 1957 by the present span near the old Hideaway.

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Not sure which creek this crossed; maybe East Mill Creek?

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Beginning the trip: on the beach perhaps at the Punta Gorda Light Station gate? From left, Florence Mackey, young Doris, John Mackey the cowboy, Doris’s mom Ethel, and big brother Ed.

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Watering the horses at a springbox.

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Doris and dad relaxing at the mouth of a creek, heading down to the Mackey ranch and cabin.

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Out on the ranch, in a section accessible by truck.

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Eddie in somebody’s hat, Doris, and don’t miss the little fawn!

Doris and i spoke on the phone and she filled in some of the details. Her family made the trip up to Petrolia in 1941 or ‘42, when she was about 6 and her brother Ed, who recently passed away, about 10. Doris noted that now that Ed is gone, she is the only one in her family with any memories of the Mackeys left. Since her dad worked for Don Lee, who specialized in Cadillacs, the car they drove up (and pictured here) was a very comfortable and luxurious vehicle borrowed from the dealership. We couldn’t pinpoint exactly where the Mackeys’ Petrolia house was, though i’m pretty sure it was either just downstream of the end of what’s now called Old Coast Wagon Rd., or on Conklin Creek Rd. at the mouth of East Mill Creek; perhaps these pictures or somebody’s property title will give a clue. Florence didn’t go out to the cabin much, but she did make this trip with the Geibs. John went down the beach by horseback in those early days. Doris’s mother would not get onto a horse, and she walked the whole distance to the cabin via the mouth of the river, a journey of several miles and over varying terrain. (That excursion, and a visit to Yosemite, were the only two times Doris remembers her mother wearing jeans.) When they got to a steep part of the trail, Flo told Mother, “Hold on to the horse’s tail!” for a little lift.

Doris’s family had quite a collection of Japanese glass floats, which they got from John and Florence. Eventually they were all given away by Doris’s father, though.

One of the strongest memories Doris and her brother held was of the fawns that Florence raised out at the cabin. John would find them out on the range and bring them to Flo, who’d raise them, then release them when they were big enough to return to the wild. The cabin, Doris remembers, was small but did have that window where you could stand in the kitchen and look out at the ocean. There were no interior doors. One time, Doris’s mom took a nap in the bedroom with the doorway blocked by a chair and some boxes; one of the fawns backed up, took a run, and leapt into the bedroom. Mother immediately woke up and cried, “It’s not house-trained; why is it in here?”

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This and the following shot are of Florence with her pet deer. The photos were taken in 1939, and given to Doris’s family.

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Doris remembers the Mackeys joking with her about shyness in using the doorless outhouse: “Who’s going to look at you, the Chinamen?” However, a steer or bull did come and stare at her during her usually solitary operation.

John W. Mackey was a big, lanky man, tall and thin. Of course, Doris says, she was impressed that he was actually a cowboy! He loved to joke and tease. Both he and Florence loved to drink. In fact, Doris believes he died of cirrhosis of the liver. He was lying in a hospital, dying, and he asked for a bottle; Flo passed it in through a window then came around to visit and drink with him. He said, “Be careful not to let the nurses see it,” but by then, everybody knew that it really didn’t matter anymore.

Flo drank boilermakers; she would drink all day and never seem to get drunk, never slur her speech or in any way dismay the kids. She’d get a beer and put in a shot of her own liquor, which she always brought when she visited Doris’s parents. “You don’t need to buy my booze!” she told them.

About eight years after the first trip to Petrolia, when they all went to the cabin, the family returned to Petrolia; but this time, Doris’s father went to the ranch accompanied only by his sister-in-law Vera and John, while Doris, 14, Eddie, 18, their mother, and Flo stayed at the Mackeys’ Petrolia place. Aunt Vera from Virginia was visiting California to see Doris’s grammar-school and Ed’s high-school graduations. When the men were about to depart for the cabin, Flo tucked a bottle of booze into Dad’s vest pocket. As the group was rounding a rock on the beach, a surprise wave knocked him up against the cliff. The others yelled, “You didn’t break the bottle, did you?”

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The return trip in 1949: back row, father Milt and brother Ed; front, Aunt Vera, Florence Mackey, mother Ethel, and Doris. There was another shot, not quite as clear, showing Doris’s pantlegs; she wrote, “I had to laugh when i saw that I’d rolled up my jeans just like Florence wore hers!”

Well, my original idea of a woman living a lonely life by the sea was not in the least accurate; Flo was a warm-hearted, fun-loving gal who wouldn’t have chosen that kind of isolation. I don’t know, but still imagine, that she must have planted the flowers though.

Many thanks to Doris Geib Long for these pictures and precious stories; and to John McAbery and Gretchen Bunker for passing them on.

 

A little Mackey family history: There were three John Mackeys in Petrolia history. The first was John A. Mackey, brother of Patrick Mackey, who emigrated here from Nova Scotia and Ireland, respectively. John A., born in 1938, married Honorah O’Leary, sister of Patrick and Cornelius O’Leary. Together, John and Honorah had at least nine children, of whom four died in 1880’s Scarlet Fever epidemic. One of the survivors was John Joseph Mackey, born in 1878. He married Nellie Kathryn Funge, born in Utah in 1875 of an Irish father and genteel mother from Ohio. The senior John and his son John J. ran the Mackey Store across the street, south, from the end of Sherman St. (which runs in front of the present Petrolia Store). The Mackey Store burned in 1903.

Nellie K. and John J. Mackey had three children: Nell K., later Mrs. Wyllis Young, 1907 or ’08 -1991; Mildred Margaret, aka Molly*, 1905 or ’06-sometime in the 1960s; and John William Mackey, born 1903 and died in the 1950s.

This John W. Mackey married Florence Lenora Anton in the 1920s. Florence’s father was Scottish-born James Anton, and her mother Florence Lenora Crain, from Missouri. Flo was born in Fresno in 1907. By 1930, John and Florence were married and living in Alameda; John was a paper salesman. They never had any children of their own.

(Doris remembers Florence as essentially a city girl, though she loved Petrolia. She used to come down to San Francisco a lot, even after the couple was living here in the Mattole. However, she did like to wear boots, which was unusual for women in those days.)

Florence died in San Francisco of lung cancer in 1968. She returned to Humboldt County to be buried in St. Bernard’s Cemetery, Eureka.

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* Note that Molly, or Mildred Margaret Mackey, later became Mrs. Don Roberts, and lost her husband and son in a drowning accident; then she became Molly West through a later marriage. One of her loves, i was told, was the Clark man who died in a Jeep rollover out in the Cooskie range. I have a few pictures of her, and several people have asked me about her. If anyone has any stories to share about Molly West, please let me know. I heard that she, like her brother and sister-in-law, loved the bottle. She kept herself pretty soused until the end, which came of a pill overdose in a Eureka motel room. Who could blame her, though, with the trouble she’d seen.

 

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