Hi, Thanks for having me. My name is Anne Schroeder and I’ve
spent most of my life living around the California Missions that sit beside El Camino Real, The King’s Highway, a former
wagon track that brought Padre Junipero Serra and his motley crew of soldiers
and brave families from Spain.
Life in early California
was clearly a guy’s thing. Back in the day, a true caballero, a highborn Spaniard man, didn’t do anything he couldn’t manage from the back of a horse.
Women rode side saddle, with huge skirts that frightened their mares. There
were two kinds of Spanish horsewomen: Experts and dead.
Spanish papas trotted out their daughters at 14 to bat their
eyelashes over the tops of their fans at eligible bachelors. But no kissing
allowed! Once Papa arranged a marriage, the bride’s job was to start producing a
family. Sisters competed against sister to see who was the most fertile and each
couple often produced 24 or more children. Starting early was the key. Sixteen
was considered a spinster. Too much education was thought to weaken the body,
so girls weren’t taught to read or even to sign their names.
El Camino Real crawled with wild and licentious men looking
for opportunity. Soldiers carried disease from the brothels and prisons of Mexico City. Later, starving
Yanqui gold miners ransacked the land. Indian girls were the only available
females.
As was done to protect the señoritas in their homeland, the
Padres built a rectangular room called a monjerio. Indian girls were taken from
their families at age 8 and taught to conduct themselves like “little
Spaniards,” and to prepare themselves for marriage. When a girl received a
proposal of marriage, she left and took up married life in a small apartment or
a tule hut with her husband. If she never married, she remained in the monjerio
and taught the younger girls.
The girls were locked inside each night. The Padre kept the
key, usually under his pillow so that no one had access until the maestra led the girls to morning prayers.
The maestra was a Spanish woman of
good virtue, a wife of one of the soldiers, who never let the girls out of her
sight. She spent her days overseeing these girls and teaching them to cook,
sew, spin, clean, hoe, wash clothes and keep their bodies immaculate.
The adobe rooms of the monjerio had high adobe walls and
usually only a single window for young Indian men to stand outside until the
girl made up her mind about him. This could take several visits while she
tested his sincerity. The room was crowded and often smelled like a stable, but
the suite usually had a patio with shade trees and a fountain. Mission Santa
Barbara’s was 47 feet by 19 feet and held from 100-150 girls.
Maria Ines, my newly released historical fiction, tells the
story of a Salinan Indian girl from Mission San Miguel Arcángel. She witnesses
the political intrigue and greed of Spanish, Mexican and Yanqui invaders who
plunder California,
destroying everything she loves. She struggles to survive while she reclaims
her family, her faith and her ancestral identity. You can request that your
local library order a copy. My publisher, Gale/Cengage sells to the library
market as well as in bookstores and online.
http://anneschroederauthor.com/ or
http://anneschroederauthor.blogspot.com/
