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I met my friend Brooke on social media. We are both multi-generational cattle ranchers, who are very passionate about our way of life. Brooke has a wonderful blog where she details her life. Because of the hurtful and ignorant comment made by my local environmental group (which I am now a member of), I decided to attempt to humanize this drought, so they could see the farmers and ranchers and families behind it. Brooke was kind enough to let me re-blog her original post (please see here).
My friend and fellow blogger, Megan Brown, over at The Beef Jar recently uncovered some rather hurtful words that her local Butte Environmental Council shared on their Facebook page. After I saw what’s pictured below, I decided that maybe I should continue to share how real the drought in the Central Valley is and how it has hurt my family’s business as well as multiple farmers and ranchers in the area. Just to be clear: my intent in writing these posts is to share our business, foster agricultural education, and develop conversation pieces that may lead to a better understanding for the greater good. I hope it comes off that way.
Here is what Butte Environmental Council put on their Facebook page that inspired this post:
My mom is the 3rd generation cattle rancher and she runs the ranch my grandparent’s fought hard to preserve all their life. As most everyone knows by now, over the last 4-5 years we have had a heck of a time with the drought. 2014 has been the worst. The ranch we raise our beef on solely relies on annual rainfall to grow the native grass to feed our cattle. There is no irrigation on this land. Average annual rainfall for us is somewhere around 12-13″ a year. This year, there was no rain in December and most of January (typically wet months for us). Our grand total was a whopping 4.89″ of rainfall. That was also accompanied by record high temperatures.
We take pride in how well we manage our ranch land but regardless of what we did this year, there was no saving it from devastation. Between the months of January and April we had to cull 20% of our herd as well as spread our cattle out amongst another field just to sustain them and the land. 20% of any business is no small amount… especially when these animals are your livelihood. My mom has worked her whole life to build these genetics, making the decision to sell those cows not just a business decision, but an emotional one as well. To make matters even worse we also had to buy and feed 3 times the amount of hay this year (it’s outrageously priced right now because demand is so high).
Relying on Mother Nature is a gambling business. We know that. I can remember growing up when ever we would sit down to a large meal in celebration of someone’s birthday, we would say a prayer before eating. My grandfather would always chime in at the end of that prayer with “and PLEASE don’t forget the rain!” It became a bit of a joke then because he’d say it regardless of the season (we have a lot of June birthday’s in our family and it tends to be in the 100’s then). But this is no joke. This drought is real and it is hitting the bottom line for every farmer and rancher in the state of CA and beyond.
Some close family friends of ours, the Estills, who are also a multi-generational cattle ranching family in both CA and NV have sold a staggering 60% of their herd this year due to drought. 60%!!
A family whom leases part of our ranch also grows oranges in the surrounding area. On my way to the ranch I pass their orchard. They put up this sign that reads “No water. No trees. No work. No food.” And behind that sign is acres upon acres of DIRT.
There used to be a beautiful grove of orange trees but they were forced to rip them out due to the water crisis. I can’t imagine what kind of financial impact that will have on their business. For the people of the same mindset as Butte Environmental Council, this isn’t just a bunch of propaganda. It’s real life and it’s devastating. We aren’t a bunch of “giant agribusinesses”. We are close knit families trying to carry on traditions and a passion for this industry that our mothers, fathers, great grandmothers/grandfathers and so on worked tirelessly to build.
A recent drought impact study published by UC Davis (read more here) states that the total statewide economic cost of the 2014 drought is $2.2 billion! Amongst other things, there was a loss of 17,000 seasonal and part-time jobs related to Ag which represents 3.8% of farm unemployment. Regardless of whether someone is directly connected to Agriculture in this state or not, those numbers tell a brutal story.
I will leave you all with a video that my mom and I were asked to be a part of for a news station from France that was covering the drought here in CA. This video was done in March when the grass was still green. It is now very brown, very sparse, and very brittle.
Having trouble viewing the video above? Click below to see it on YouTube!
One of the amazing things about farmers and ranchers is solidarity. We will always have differences of opinion about everything, but when push comes to shove, you’ll never find a group of people that are more supportive of each other. This becomes apparent to me every time agriculture has a serious event like a drought or a major storm. As we know, the western United States is suffering from an epic drought. The networking, and information being shared amongst our groups right now is staggering. The messages of support and advice I’ve been receiving has blown me out of the water (sorry, bad pun). Carin has been one of those people that has offered her support. Like me, she is passionate about her way of life and ranch. She has graciously shared with me a post about her experience with our drought. Please take the time to follow her blog here. Thank you.
93432. Creston, California. It’s a tiny little slice of heaven most folks have never heard of because we boast a population of 240 according to the sign at the NorthWest edge of town. We only have two paved streets. One is Highway 229, or you can head south on O’Donovan Road. I grew up in a log cabin my parents built about a mile and a half down O’Donovan Road. My Dad’s family has been here since 1874 when Patrick O’Donovan, an Irish Immigrant, settled here.
Creston doesn’t have much. We do have a church, elementary school, rodeo grounds, steakhouse, post office, dive bar – all the essentials. And water. We have water. The greater Creston area parallels the beginning of the Salinas River Valley. The branch of the Huer Huero River that skirts our property is a tributary to the Salinas River. It’s dry for years at a time requiring steady, heavy rain for weeks on end or several wet years in a row in order to flow water. On a few occasions and only during tremendously wet years, the river has overflowed its banks and rerouted down our driveway. A good excuse to stay home from school when we were kids!!
It’s a Sunday night and I sit on my parents back patio with my Dad. It’s 100 degrees at 7:00 pm, down from 106 earlier. Typical summer weather. Hot days and cool nights make for great growing conditions for wine grapes. In the last 30 years, the Paso Robles AVA, which Creston is a part of, has seen numbers jump from 5 wineries in the late 70’s to nearly 300 tasting rooms, probably thrice as many individual grape growers, several custom crush facilities and countless other businesses directly related to grapes and wine. Wine has been good to us.
Dad remembers the wet years and the dry ones. He can name them off the top of his head. 1958, Dad and his brother swam in the creek in front of the house in May – long after the rainy season had passed. 1969, he was in a leg cast and dating my Mom. Grandpa would pick Dad up at the end of the driveway in a tractor and haul him to the top of the hill to get Mom. It was so wet he couldn’t drive his car up their driveway. I was born in May of 1978. A friend had a helicopter on standby to get mom out in case it was too wet to drive to the hospital when she went into labor. The early 90’s were bone dry ending in the March Miracle in 1995. Dad will tell you that 2011 – 2014 have been the driest he remembers. Our average is 13″. We haven’t seen 10″ in the last 3 years combined.
I grew up knowing that just 5 miles from us in three directions were areas of land that had terrible water – quantity and quality. We’ve sold water by the truckload to folks that live in those areas, from our ag well for as long as I can remember. Some of those folks abandoned their wells completely, years ago. Add 10 miles to that radius and I can name 5 areas outside of Paso Robles where subdivisions went in, everyone had their own domestic well and leach field on their own 5, 10 or 20 acre lots. Old grain land which used to be dry-farmed and grazed with cattle and sheep was gobbled up by folks moving to the “country” from the big cities 250 miles north and south of us.
As the wine industry grew, more land was absorbed, wet years, dry years, wet years again and more vineyards were planted. As of late, some large corporations, either wholly comprised of wine and wine grapes or having large interests in the wine industry, saw the writing on the wall in the Napa Valley and bought up Northern San Luis Obispo County land, largely made available as a result of the economic collapse. They installed vineyards at a record pace. Hard to blame them. A savvy local reporter revealed that one of these corporations is active in water banking in the San Joaquin Valley. This bit of information raised the hackles of some of the locals and, as they say, the fight was on.
During our record breaking drought of late, wells that were installed in those Paso Robles Sub Divisions started failing and going dry. Folks took to their computers, wine in hand, and lobbied locally to form water districts so that the big corporations would be held responsible for the well failures. Farmers and ranchers were wise to counter. They formed their own groups. Now we have PRAAGS, PRO Water Equity, an individual who is filing for overlier rights on behalf of landowners. And then we have the politicians. A quick thinking North County Supervisor immediately omitted two towns and the City of Paso Robles from the areas to be affected by the initial Urgency Ordinance passed by County Sups to stop the bleeding. (Note: the City of Paso Robles is undeniably the largest user of water in the basin – without argument.) The Chairman of our County Board of Supervisors (his district does not include one ounce of water in the Paso Robles Groundwater Basin) sent errant letters to State Elected officials full of lies and inaccuracies. We have a state Assemblyman filing for legislation that lays the groundwork on how to govern the water district that has yet to be approved by LAFCO. I sat in his office and he told me, to my face, this legislation doesn’t form the district. I do not believe him.
Let me be clear. In this crowded groups of litigants, politicians and groups promising to be in my family ranch’s best interest, I don’t know who to believe. I believe the rain gauge when it said we got ±5″ at the ranch, more than doubling the two years prior. I believe my Dad when he said we had to reduce our cattle herd down to 10 females because our unit per acre ratio (usually 1:25 – 1:50) was, at best, 1:100. I believe the quivering chin and tears on my Mom’s face when she gets back from her usual favorite activity with Dad – a Jeep ride to check the cows. She cries because there is no grass, no water, little hope. Checking cows now takes about 15 minutes and is hardly the romantic endeavor she used to enjoy. She and Dad would share memories, discuss important topics and dream of their future, all while taking pride in their herd.
My parents are blessed with good water, and they know it. Our ag well pumps 400 gallons a minute and does not waver. Our domestic well that feeds two houses is set at 60 feet. Sixty. The ag well provides water to our longtime customers, fills our reservoir and was formerly used to pump water for our alfalfa hay operation. We abandoned the hay business when Dad didn’t have enough time and we weren’t old enough to help. The water never left. Dad tells a great story of he and my youngest brother in the field down below the house the middle of one summer. There’s a small, abandoned well shaft. Dad showed my brother the casing. My brother dropped a rock down the casing to see how deep the water was. They heard nothing. My brother bent down and put his skinny arm down the shaft. He was wet up to his elbow. We had standing water at about 18″.
I had the privilege to listen to DeeDee D’Adamo of the California State Water Resource Control Board during our May, California Women for Agriculture meeting, speak about State water issues. Most the questions were about pending Bond measures to fund more State Water projects, the Delta tunnels, and so on. I stood up in front of my peers and asked her directly about what was happening in the Paso Robles Groundwater Basin. She didn’t really answer my question and only said she’s very interested in what’s happening here. She’s interested because what happens in Paso Robles and its surrounding areas will be echoed all over the State of California in areas where the water isn’t adjudicated. If you think that because you have water under the property you own, and you are entitled to a well and that water, you may be right – but not for long. What happens here, won’t stay here. What’s happening here is the answer to politicians desire to control every drop of water in California. Some of the Paso Robles water groups are for water districts because they’re against water banking and private entities selling water outside of our basin. Our family is part of the water-blessed. We fear that if this district is implemented, what will stop the State of California from pumping the water from my family’s well into the pipeline that already runs through our ranch, and selling it to someone else?
If you come to dinner around our family table, you will say a Catholic Blessing. “Bless us oh Lord, and these thy gifts, which we are about to receive. From thy bounty, through Christ our Lord, Amen.” Dad will pause, then close The Blessing saying thank you to the God that has given him so much. Then he humbly and quietly asks God to bring us more rain. I also believe that if God answers Daddy’s nightly prayer and brings us enough rain to end the overdraft in the Paso Robles Groundwater Basin, much of these passionate debates over water will be yesterday’s news. I believe we have a water problem. The problem is that not enough rain and snow fell from the sky in the last three years. Regulation and new governing bodies are not the answer. Because dissolving government agencies and removing regulation is like trying to un-ring a bell.
As I told a friend in a heated Facebook debate on the subject of water: You can have my family’s water but you’ll have to buy it, one truckload at a time. And then I offered her a glass of whiskey.
Carin Ryan grew up on a grain and cattle ranch in Creston that her father’s family settled in 1874. Her mother’s family began farming grain in the Independence Ranch area of Paso Robles in the late 1860s. She is currently serving as the Public Relations Director for California Women for Agriculture. She served as the President of SLO County CWA in 2009 and several years as Secretary for Paso Robles Friends of NRA. She currently resides on the ranch in Creston where she helps her family with their cattle operation. Her blog can be found at carinryan.wordpress.com
I spend my summers in Indian Valley, California. It’s a beautiful valley nestled in the Sierra Nevada mountains, located in Northern California. This valley is perfect for cattle and hay, since the growing season is too short for most food crops. It’s a great symbiotic relationship, we make hay, then turn the cattle out. The cattle poo, fertilizing the ground, then we make more hay for the cattle to eat. Rinse and repeat.
This is the one ranch where we have irrigation. Many of the ranches in this valley have water shares from the local river. We use the water to irrigate the hay and water our cattle. Over the years, we’ve gotten rather high tech when it comes to our water share. Since we only get a limited amount of water, we know we must be as efficient as we can with it. This has led us to bury our ditches in underground pipes so we can limit evaporation and waste. We have laser leveled our fields so we don’t waste water in holes or on poor grades. My point is, we understand what a precious and rare resource water has become, because our life depends on it.
California is in the middle of a major drought. This is terrifying for a number of reasons, but mainly because California produces more than half the nation’s fruit, nuts, and vegetables and we can’t grow these things without water. This drought is directly impacting people like me: farmers and ranchers. Let me remind you that 98% of farms and ranches are family owned.
My family has been working extra hard this summer. We’ve practically lived in our fields, watching our water. Because it is so precious and rare to us, we have to use it as wisely as we can, in order to survive, we simply must. Imagine my shock and awe, as I was sitting in a field, waiting for the exact instant the water was ready to be changed, I saw a local environmental group post on their social media page:
“It’s hard to stomach the giant agribusinesses whine about lack of water when they have made the poor business decision to grow luxury orchard crops (pistachios, etc) in a dessert (sic). Cry me a river about your dust bowl.”
I started crying, right there in the field. I may not be in the central valley of California (where that vile comment was referring to), but I certainly understand the anxiety and fear this drought is causing. Our neighbor’s well had just dried up the that very morning, our water share is the lowest we have ever seen it, our fields are starting to brown and die. How could a group that claims to be “devoted to environmental education and information referral services, and advocacy” say that about the very people that work for a better environment everyday of our lives?
I couldn’t sleep that night, I was so upset over that comment. Giant agribusinesses? Luxury crops? Dessert (sic)? This is how many of the misconceptions and fallacies that plague agriculture start. By people that, I think, do have their heart in the right place, but don’t have enough understanding of a topic to fully communicate both sides. Beyond that fact, I was hurt that the writer chose to take such an inflammatory and hurtful tone – “Cry me a river about your dust bowl”. Ouch. That is a hurtful and horrible thing to say when farmers and ranchers are literally crying over the loss of our way of life.
I decided that I needed to join this group and I needed to say my peace about their comment. As someone that lives to advocate for my life, I would be a hypocrite to not take the 10 minutes to have a conversation. As soon as Dad could spare me, I jumped in my truck with my cowdogs, drove the hour and half to Chico.
Because of the heat, I was forced to take my cowdogs in the office with me. I can only imagine the sight and smell of me as I walked down the streets of downtown Chico with two dogs on a leash made of bailing twine. I arrived at their office, introduced myself, and proceeded to cry them a river. All the anxiety, emotion and fear I’d been feeling lately about our water situation boiled over. Their office was so nice and cool, such a change from the heat and dust I’d been working in. The women in the office seemed very nice, concerned, and thanked me for coming in and talking to them. They said they would speak to the people that had administrative access to their page. I urged them to remove the comment and maybe issue an apology because alienating your active environmentalists (farmers and ranchers), is not a good way to foster communication.
I also paid my $20’s and became a member. As I said, I want my voice to matter, so I felt like paying my dues, would prove I am serious about working together for the greater good. I left their office feeling hopeful. Hopeful that their comment would be removed, perhaps an apology given and hopeful that a new partnership could blossom.
When I checked their page the next day, I was dismayed to find they had not removed the offending post. In fact, they edited it to reflect a spelling change. I realize that the women in that office do not have the same experience as I have with water or our environment. Their income, their very way of life, all they have ever known isn’t on a cattle ranch that five generations before them worked so hard for. Their friends, family and peers aren’t facing uncertain futures like mine are. As a new member with these insights, perhaps I need to show and tell, so this council can start to fathom what we are facing.
Over the next few weeks, I plan to share more about how this drought is affecting agriculture. I’ve reached out to some other advocates in hopes that their stories can help put a face to what people think are “giant agribusinesses”. They plan on sharing about their farms and ranchers and the “luxury” crops they produce. I sincerely hope that with this new information and ability to communicate with agriculture, the Butte Environmental Council will re-think how they talk about farmers and ranchers. Perhaps this would be an excellent time for everyone to start over again, and work together for the great good. All of our futures depend in it.
As most of you know I drew a deer tag this year. It’s been a long time since I have had the urge to hunt, around 6 years. After years and years of having the local dear population gorge themselves on my garden, I’ve had enough. I figured, it’s time they fed me for a change!
For the record hunting isn’t a huge passion of mine. It’s generally early, cold, I have to pee outside and there is no where to wash my hands, a little too much like camping. This year was different, I had a really, really good time. It was cold and stuff, but it was worth it!
I wanted to share some pictures from the few days I spent hunting. When I thought about it, many people in the general population never gets to see this. So, I’m sharing.
The second day I went was just my Dad and I. My Dad and I haven’t had a Daddy/Daughter hunt in years. I think I can only remember once, actually. So it was a lot of fun, to spend a day together on the ranch. Now this particular ranch I don’t know that well. I didn’t grow up on it, I didn’t spend much time on it because of my Dad’s
insane interesting family. Things have calmed down so I now feel safe to be there. The day quickly turned into sight seeing and story telling, as we realized the deer population was just not there. My Dad mentioned several times to “put that in the blog”, referring to some picture or story.
Finally at 7:00 AM on Saturday morning (the THIRD morning), I spotted a little buck, and by 7:01, I had shot him through the chest. My Dad and Uncle said I almost missed. I say I planned it like that so I wouldn’t waste any meat because I never would have heard the end of it. I maintain that a childhood filled with duck hunter on Nintendo prepared me to be a very, very good shot. Plus part of hunting is stick poking. If you screw up, or miss you hear about it FOR YEARS. I make an effort to screw up as little as possible.
I’m going to up to cut and wrap by buck tomorrow. I plan on showing that and the field dressing of my buck in the next blog. Stayed tuned and leave me questions if there is anything you want to know. Thank you for looking!
Due to some technology fail in my office, I had the amazing opportunity to work from home for a couple days this week. It made me giggle because I was out in the middle of a field sending office related e-mails, I bet my great grandparents never planned on that happening, lol.
My Dad told me he had a job for me to do today. He wanted me to change the salt our cattle have access to, from block salt to bagged salt. We change from block salt to bag salt in the winter because this bag salt offers more trace minerals than the block salt. Our ranch in the valley is deficient in copper and selenium. This deficiency can make our cattle work a little harder than we like, so we supplement them to make sure they are in the best health possible.
My Parents have been really great about getting me more involved with the Ranch lately. Since I started going to therapy for my anxiety, I’ve been getting to the root of it and a major part of my anxiety is, surprise! the Ranch. I have watched my Parents struggle to keep this ranch in production, they’ve had to battle estates, family, bad feed years, bad weather years, neighbors, the government, attorneys and our own naivety. My whole life, so it’s no wonder I am so attached to this place. We’ve worked hard for it.
Until this point, all of my life experiences and education has been to benefit this Ranch. My Ag degree, jobs off the farm, jobs on other farms, law school, friends, clubs, have all be cultivated to give me as many tools as I can have to help ensure the success of the Ranch. Now that I am an adult and I’ve started articulating this to my Parents, they have opened up. They are letting me do things by myself, or with my crew. Not only have I been working with the animals more, I’ve been involving myself with the business side of the Ranch. I’ve been putting my off the farm experience to good work. And the whole family is starting to feel better. It’s glorious when we all work together.
I wanted to get some pictures of the cattle for you, but they were being shy. They had crossed the creek and went into another field. I was tempted to try and cross that creek and get you some pictures, but there is a lot of water in that creek right now. I’ve been doing so well with not breaking anything, or getting anything stuck, I just didn’t want to chance it. One of the most embarrassing things is having to walk back to the house and get someone to pull you out.
It’s one of the most gratifying moments of my life when I am able to tell my Parents, that I did what they told me to do, without problems. And that is what I did today.
Have I mentioned that a lot of my family is involved with agriculture? Not just cows, plows and sows, like me, but specialty agriculture like roses and flowers. I got to work for my cousin Michelle at her nursery when I was in college. It was great because I earned my floral design certificate while at Butte College, so learning how to grow roses gave me more background knowledge in the rose industry.
Michelle is offering followers of The Beef Jar and locals a great gift idea for the holidays. Roses! Three different kinds! The roses are dormant right now, so shipping is possible. She will deliver locally for free, but shipping rates will apply to plants that are mailed.
She is offering:
(1) The weeping tree roses available in white, hot pink, and light pink on sale right now for $39.95. These are extremely hard to find these days. (If you want to buy me a Christmas gift, I would like two hot pink ones, thanks!)
(2) The 36″ Standard Tree Roses which are on sale for $25.99
(3) The 24″ Patio Tree Roses are on sale for $15.99.
Unfortunately since it is so close to Christmas, she can’t guarantee US mail delivery in time for Christmas, but she will try!
Remember a few months back when the Ranch caught on fire? They did catch the guy and he did have some insurance, but not enough to fix all the fence he destroyed. Over my Thanksgiving break I was able to help my Dad fix that fence so we can put our cattle back in their fields. I took this opportunity to take a few pictures of our fence fixing. Since I was trying to keep up with Dad (I know sometimes I drive my family insane with all my picture taking but, hey, that is what happens when you have a blog!), I didn’t get to document the whole process. As any cattleperson will tell you though, there is no end to fence building, so at some point expect a blog about fence building.
The accident took out many wooden posts. The posts are redwood hearts and have been there longer than my Dad has been alive. We replaced the wooden posts with metal t-posts.
I am the official ranch fence clipper. I can clip like it’s my job (oh hey it is!). My little hands are perfect for getting into the small places in-between the wires. I also use a big nail instead of pliers – it’s just easier for my little hands.
Unlike my job in town, production agriculture does not give days off. I spent my Thanksgiving fixing fence, cutting wood and picking pecans with my family, while my friends watched parades and football games. I am incredibly thankful that I have a lifestyle that enables me to work with animals, nature and my family. I hope this blog is able to convey that to you out there in consumerland. Happy Holidays Friends!
Ms. Lucas is my third great grandmother. I’ve been researching my family’s history, and have become utterly fascinated by it. It’s been a joy learning about the women in my family and how they were the ones that again and again, ran the Ranch until the next generation could take over. I hope that I am able to continue the tradition!
MRS. ELLEN LUCAS.–A pioneer of Butte County, Mrs. Ellen Lucas has resided on her present ranch in Big Chico Canyon since 1865. Grandma Lucas, as she is familiarly known by everyone, is much esteemed and respected by all who know her, for her amiability and strong personality make her a favorite with all. She was born in County Cork, Ireland, December 25, 1839, the daughter of John and Margaret (Sullivan) O’Callahan, farmer folk near the city of Cork. The mother died when Ellen was only seven years of age. The father migrated to New York City, where he married a second time; and there he spent his last days.
Ellen O’Callahan was the oldest of four children born of the first union and the only one that grew to maturity. She was reared in her native land until fourteen years of age, when she came to New York City. She resided with her father until his death, when with her stepmother she removed to Boston. After a residence of four years there, however, she returned to New York. In 1865 she made the journey to San Francisco via the Isthmus. From San Francisco she then came on to Chico, where she met Paul Lucas, a meeting which resulted in their marriage on June 13, 1865. Paul Lucas was born in Hesse-Darmstadt, Germany, December 25, 1829. Coming when a lad with his parents to St. Louis, Mo., he was there reared and educated in the public schools. He crossed the plains in the pioneer days of the gold rush, coming overland with ox teams. After mining for a time in Butte County, he began to raise cattle, locating a ranch in Big Chico Canyon, to which he brought his bride; and there, by perseverance, energy, and hard work, they accumulated a competency. As they prospered they added to their holdings until they had acquired a ranch of about a thousand acres, where they pastured their cattle, using the brand 24 on the left hip. However, Mr. Lucas was not permitted long to enjoy the fruits of his labors, for he passed to the great beyond on April 3, 1880. Mrs. Lucas was left with six children, whom she reared and educated and who became creditable and honorable citizens. John L. is a prominent cattle man, and is a member of the board of trustees of Chico. Charles is a mining man, with the Guggesheims in Mexico. George is a stockman, and resides with and assists his mother in her ranching and stock business. Caty Florence, the wife of Robert Cameron, lives in Chico. Mary Elizabeth, who was the wife of Robert Nicholson, and Manie both passed away in Chico. After her husband died, Mrs. Lucas kept the family together and, with the assistance of the older children, continued raising cattle, still using the 24 brand. Besides the ranch in Big Chico Canyon, she owns a ranch at Butte Meadows where she ranges the cattle during the summer time. There she has built a comfortable home, and each summer she enjoys about six months there, in the delightful mountain climate. One of her chief pleasures is trout-fishing in Big Butte Creek, which flows right by her residence. She greatly enjoys the sport, in which she is an adept and excels. Mrs. Lucas is very appreciative of California and its great possibilities, and is very optimistic for the state’s future greatness. A Catholic in religion, Mrs. Lucas is a noble Christian woman, of high principles and strict integrity of purpose.
Transcribed by Joyce Rugeroni.Source: “History of Butte County, Cal.,” by George C. Mansfield, Pages 1074-1075, Historic Record Co, Los Angeles, CA, 1918.