That news would eventually bring 300,000 people to California from the rest of the United States and abroad—driving out the original ‘Native Californians’ and completely altering the landscape.
Gold fever struck hard.
1850.
The California gold rush was in full swing.
So to speak.
My Great, Great Grandfather, George Coleman made a decision. He, too would join the trains of eager gold seekers and make his own way to California.
A determined young man, he did exactly that.
On arrival, he witnessed first-hand the ‘fever’ that affects people seeking after the elusive gold metal. The sacrifice of families and even lives in its pursuit.
So, George, whose motto could easily have been: ‘A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush’, decided to take a different course.
Instead of joining the men—and women—sifting frantically through the waters and soils of California, he decided on a more practical avocation.
He would, instead join the ranks of those who supplied necessities to the gold-diggers.
He took a job washing dishes.
Which paid a healthy $15.00 per day.
Many flocked to California during the seven years of the California Gold Rush seeking a fortune.
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