Skip to main content

The Motherload Part 3

Frank and Jesse James were notorious outlaws who ravaged Missouri and Kansas in the name of the Confederate Army and various guerrilla leaders. Missouri was a divided state with the territories near the southern border being pro-slavery, and the James family were slave owners. After the Civil War was over, the guerrilla fighters turned to robbing banks, stage coaches, and trains, allegedly focusing on enterprises owned by former Union interests. Some legends show Jesse James to be a bandit, and others equate him with Robin Hood for standing up for small farmers against infringing corporations. Regardless of the truth behind Frank and Jesse James, their mother was certainly no Maid Marian.

Zerelda Elizabeth Cole was born in Kentucky in 1825. After marrying Robert James, she moved to Missouri where her husband was a slave-owning hemp farmer and a Baptist minister. Robert died while preaching to gold miners in California, and Zerelda soon married a neighbor to help her get back on her feet. He died as well, and a year later Zerelda married a third time. Her new husband, Dr. Samuel, was a quiet and passive man, perfect for the six-foot-tall Zerelda because she was outspoken and used to having her commands followed. A relative described her by saying, "Zerelda had always given orders, but she had never taken any."

The doctor was a staunch Union supporter, and Zerelda was an outspoken supporter of the Confederacy. From day one, there was trouble in the Samuel-James house. Before the family was forced out of Missouri, their farm was often raided by the Union army looking for information about the James brothers and their gang, and Zerelda was anything but demure. She was proud of her sons and vocal about what she saw as their bravery and righteous action. Finally, the Union provost of Missouri recommended the whole family be removed, saying of the matriarch that she was "one of the worst women in the state."

After the war, the family was allowed back on their farm in Missouri. One night in 1875, it was raided by the Pinkerton detective agency, and an incendiary device was thrown into the house. It exploded and injured Zerelda so that she had to have her arm amputated the next day.

Throughout her sons' escapades, she would give interviews to the press and insist on their innocence while occasionally providing alibis and making threats to anyone who might provide witness against them. The James brothers became famous through exaggerated and even fabricated exploits told in dime novels. When Jesse died and was buried on the family farm, tourists would stop by to see the grave. Zerelda, never one to miss an opportunity for profit, would charge them a dollar for a tour of the farm and the grave and an extra 25¢ to take an "authentic" stone from the pile that covered it. As the stone pile decreased, she would haul up more from a nearby stream and sell them as well.

Zerelda Elizabeth Cole may not have fought and robbed and terrorized alongside her bandit sons as some legends suggest. She may not have specifically instructed them in the art of massacring towns people and unarmed soldiers. But she applauded them all the way, saying "No mother had better sons." It's always encouraging to have a supportive mother.

Comments

dive said…
Cool! What a splendid old battleaxe, Robyn.
It is true that behind every great (or at least infamous in this case) man stands a really scary woman.
I love these stories. they're real eye-openers.
More, please.
Mrs. G. said…
I have always been fascinated by the James Brothers. Interesting post. Have you seen the new flick The Assassination of Jesse James?

I should have known there was a powerful woman involved somewhere.
Wow there's a formidable woman if ever i saw one. God help the poor young woman who helped her into those busting corsets.

When we were little, i recall my brother used to 'be' Jesse James when playing with his friends. Being a girl, i'd just watch, fascinated, while brushing my doll's hair or knitting. He seemed to be some sort of hero for sure.
Utsav said…
These Motherload posts are really great, Robyn. Informative as well as touching. More please!

Popular posts from this blog

Happy Birthday To...

Pope Leo IX (the Pope) JCF Bach (German composer) Jane Russell (of Gentlemen Prefer Blonds fame) Daniel Carter Beard (founder of the Boy Scouts of America) Jean-Paul Sartre (French philosopher) Maureen Stapleton (Academy Award winning actress) Mariette Hartley (who?) Prince William of Wales (the prince) but most importantly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 45 years ago today, I was born in Alabama in a small town on the banks of the Tennessee River. Yesterday, someone asked me if my family has any birthday traditions. The answer is no. My family never cared very much, but I do remember a few birthday highlights. I was given a birthday party in the back yard when I was ten years old. Two years later, my sister got married on my birthday, so I was just a bit overlooked, although I did get a stuffed animal--it was a white Yorkshire terrier with an AM radio in its stomach. When I turned 20, a different sister took me to an outdoor performance of Dvorak's New World Sympho...

Right Brain Dominant

I am reading A Whole New Mind: Why Right-Brainers Will Rule the Future , by Daniel H. Pink. I wouldn't have chosen this book had I been book hunting because I lean toward fiction—it was a gift from someone who, like me, is right-brain dominate. I haven't gotten very far, just far enough to learn that in Hippocrates' day, the left side of the brain was considered the true source of thought, the thing that separated us from the animals and made us human. It was the source of reason and logic. The right side was considered a useless left over, a parasite. Now we know that both sides of our brains are equally important and equally involved in our daily thoughts and functions. But some of us do seem to be governed by one side more strongly than the other. Me, sometimes I think the left side of my brain has completely atrophied, that the right side governs everything. But I am learning that I don't give that other side enough credit, that logical mathy side. As I read on ab...

Everybody Needs A Little Crème Brûlée

I went out to dinner with some friends the other evening and ordered crème brûlée for dessert. It was lovely—crispy sugar crust and creamy custard underneath. I'm a bit of crème brûlée fan and order it more often than I order any other restaurant dessert, which is not to say I always order dessert—only now and then. On my way home, I remembered I had a crème brûlée kit at home with ramekins, a torch, and a basic recipe. I love the torch. So, now I have made my favorite dessert at home, and I recommend that everyone have crème brûlée. It makes the world better. I used the recipe on the box, which was simple and basic. My only suggestion for improvement is to use less sugar for the caramelized crust. It was so thick, it was like chipping away at glass. An ice pick would have come in handy, or a diamond. Other recipes suggest 1/4 cup to be divided among six ramekins, making just over 1 tablespoon per serving. Crème Brûlée serves 4 1 cup heavy cream 2 extra large egg yolks (I used 3 re...