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Every day archives help researchers and writers like myself access all kinds of materials that tell a story about the past:  personal correspondence, diaries, business ledgers, company reports, unpublished memoirs, wonderful old photographs, newspaper articles, family artifacts, newsletters, oral histories, and maps, just to name a few.
I have conducted research in many prestigious university archives across the country, and let me tell you, their requirements and protocols are intimidating, to say the least. Unfortunately, the effort due to a myriad of constraints is not always successful. Archives are like a gift box of Sees chocolates—you'll never know what you're going to get until you dig in!
Smaller historical societies and archives like the Coronado Historical Association are my personal "cup of tea". The results from a local collection like this are more personal and much faster. I have spent many happy hours in CHA's Research Center on Orange Avenue looking through boxes of materials on a variety of subjects related to my research interest:  the Spreckels family.
Unlike large university archives, CHA, being a smaller entity, has a severely limited budget. So, in 2017, when I was asked by CHA's director Christine Stokes to volunteer my time to curate a museum exhibit entitled, "John D. Spreckels: The Man, the Legacy", I could hardly refuse (but, only after I googled the word "curator"). I had already presented lectures around Coronado on how the Spreckels family fortune from Hawaii's sugar cane had built our city, so my knowledge about the man was well known.
With February 2018 as the deadline, CHA's Curator of Collections Vickie Stone and I began sorting through the collection to identify the various parts of John D. Spreckels' life. As a writer, who had at the time, no interest in writing a biography on the life of Spreckels, I couldn't help but to naturally think of his life chronologically as "chapters in a book." Vickie and I began to piece together his life through the archival record before us.
Although archivists strive for objectivity for the purposes of cataloging, in this case, we had to be subjective and look at what the archival items told us about the man and the time in which he lived. Vickie, acting in the role of CHA's archivist among her many others, helped me find salient materials, including the items that opened the door to a time very different from today. And, that is what made it fun!
Almost every town in America, in every era, had at least one newspaper, if not several, and they are full of not just factual, hard news but also great local gossip. Coronado's newspapers in the Spreckels era (1898-1926) were as gossipy as they get. I have fond memories of reading through old undigitized newspaper clippings held by CHA. To find a juicy story and not be able to share it with a living person immediately would have been more than unsatisfying. Vickie and I roared with laughter over old stories about local parties and peculiar visitors. To find a particular photo after hours of searching was elating! We jumped up and down when we found the elusive image of Mrs. Spreckels and the even more elusive original signature of Mr. Spreckels.
After narrowing down the content, identifying artifacts, photographs, etc., I began to write the wall text to accompany each "station" in the life of Mr. Spreckels. Wall texts, called panels by curators, are the way to directly communicate with the museum viewer. I was not a professional curator, but instead, a volunteer who happened to be a writer and a teacher, so limiting my words was a hard job.
How could I describe a decade of Spreckels' life in single paragraphs around the room? I wanted to teach people but that meant more words. I learned that the central message of his life and legacy was getting lost in so many words. I had to imagine I was a visitor walking around the displays, reading the panels and labels for each section and this helped me refine and refocus. Including the stories directly from the archives by displaying the actual photos and historical articles brought his story to life.
Choosing the most impactful stories to convey an entire time in Mr. Spreckels' life was hard work! My second goal for the exhibit was to draw people into his life, to help them understand his considerable impacts and gifts to Coronado, while at the same time being careful not to deprive the museum visitor of the chance to make their own observations. Again, hard work. The exhibit achieved these goals, but I felt there were so many of the details and nuances of the story left to tell. We had hardly scratched the surface with the exhibit.
After it was all said and done, I stared at my extensive discarded copy from the drafts of the exhibit, and I realized that my last book was not my "last" book. I was going to write one more book:  John D. Spreckels' first real biography. If I had not volunteered for CHA, when asked by Christine, I would never have written the Empire story. Thank you, CHA. Your inspiration and archives gave me a treasure trove of dramatic stories and truths untold about Mr. Spreckels.

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The man who built San Diego behind the scenes with his grandchildren.

John D. Spreckels at home in Coronado with a few of his beloved grandchildren from daughters Grace and Lillie and son Jack. Left to right: Adolph Bernard II (1906–1974), Grace Alexandria (1907–1977), John Diedrich III (1910–1973), Harriet (1911–1997), and Marie (1903–2001). The swing hooks still remain in the ceiling today at the Glorietta Bay Inn, which is what the Spreckels mansion became. 
(Courtesy photo / Permission granted from the Terrence and Virginia Wilson Private Family Collection)
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San Diego has the World’s Largest Outdoor Pipe Organ! John Spreckels loved the organ and believed the same way Mozart had when he wrote in 1777, “The organ is in my eyes and ears the king of all instruments.”

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What will happen to the Spreckels Theatre???Today, as it did then, the Spreckels Theatre lights up the darkness of Broadway and transforms the night into a glittering space of amusement, thanks to the stalwart guardianship by owner Jacquelyn Mae Littlefield, who cherished it till her death in 2019. Walking into the theater conveys a true feeling of old San Diego's time and place.

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An Archival Trip to Hawaii Posted on November 20, 2013 by Archivist Barbara Austen


The Connecticut-Hawaii connection is still going strong. My post about Cooke's letters home led to correspondence with a descendant of Cooke, which led to correspondence with scholars of Hawaiian history and educators in both Connecticut and Hawaii. The archivist at the Kamehameha Schools, Stacy Naipo, and her assistant Candace W. Lee , have offered to have their library assistants, their partners at the Office of Hawaiian Affairs and college interns transcribe Amos' letters for us (and them). This will be a great help since some of Cooke's letters contain sentences and phrases in Hawaiian, which I would never understand. I have also made contact with a descendant of Henry Obookiah's family, the person who brought Henry back to Hawaii for reburial, and a scholar in California, Sandee Bonura, who is writing about education in Hawaii and is interested in Amos Cooke. The circle widens

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Kawaiahao Seminary for Girls - LOOKING for CONNECTIONS among the descendants of teachers and pupils

I have become somewhat of an expert on Kawaiahao'o Seminary. I have just finished writing the history of the school and it is being published by the Hawaiian Journal of History, 2017.  f If anyone is looking for information on this former girls' boarding school i...I would be happy to share!

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The Chief’s Childrens' School, renamed the Royal School in 1846 was one of the biggest cooperative efforts between American missionaries and the royal Hawaiian leadership. IT WENT HORRIBLY WRONG!


The Cookes had arrived in Honolulu in 1837 with the largest assemblage ever sent by the ABCFM. The company was primarily composed of married teaching teams and was charged by the American Board with Christianizing the nation through trained educators.


Amos Cooke was offered the momentous responsibility of teaching and living with the children of Hawaii's highest chiefs.

He left behind twelve leather-bound volumes of intensely private diaries full of self-admonition, frustration, and confessions that spanned his decade in the school. Amos enjoyed keeping detailed records of living with the royal "scholars," as evidenced by thousands of meticulous pages that are now nearly two centuries old.  


One incident among many occurred where royal children were punished above and beyond what a jailed criminal would have received during this time. Moses, the lineal descendant of Kamehameha I was especially treated harsh by Mr. Cooke throughout the years. One episode involved the opening of a blind to peer out into the yard by young Moses, who had been sent to his room for confinement. He was given "15 stripes on the back with a whip[i]" for that small peek outside the window. The following Saturday morning, eleven-year-old Prince Alexander and his brother, fifteen-year-old Prince Lot, were accused of withholding the "whole truth" on some incidental matter. Amos recorded that he used his "rawhide whip" to administer an astounding fifteen "stripes" on future King Kamehameha IV and twenty stripes on the future King Kamehameha V.

The Cookes ultimately educated sixteen royal children, five of whom became the last rulers of the Hawaiian Kingdom from 1855 to 1903, namely: Alexander Liholiho, Lot Kamehameha, William Lunalilo, David Kalakaua, and Lydia Liliuokalani. King Kalakaua and his sister Liliuokalani would be the last of the ruling monarchs.


I have just finished editing 15 years of his diaries. MY OH MY! I now wonder what I should do with this "hot mess." These royal children were abused. No doubt about it. 

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