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Old Convict's Gravesite
I have often wondered why
someone has to come along and change the names of old landmarks that have
stood for years. The new name prevails with the new comers and the
old ones are lost in the dust of time, along with the old timers who named
For many years the only
road from the Safford/Solomonville area of
Clifton was called the "Convict Highway.” It wound its way up out
of the Gila Valley and went over the mountains, dropping down to the Gila
River and on into Clifton. What an improvement over the old pack
trail that went in much the same area. This great engineering feat
was done by convict labor with pick and shovel. It was started in
1914 and finished sometime in 1920. First used by wagons, the road
was soon home to Model T’s. I can remember, as a small child,
traveling over this road in our Buick Sedan, going to see Grandpa Gamble
in Clifton. As my brother and I rode in the back seat, I can still
hear the whining, grinding of the various gears and Papa honking the horn
as we we began to make sharp curves in the road. My brother
and I always watched the temperature gauge, away out on the front of the
car, and wondered what would happen if it got to the very top. But,
in those days, everyone carried a canvas water bag for this very purpose. To this day, I can still feel the "queasy feeling” of my stomach as I
turned pea-green from carsickness, while my brother was barfing out the
window on the other side.
On these journeys to
Grandpa Gamble’s, it was a tradition to stop and visit the "old convict”
who was buried just off the road. I can remember, we’d walk around
the area, gather up a few more rocks to place on his grave, and Papa would
tell us about the old convict. This is the story my folks told us
about the gravesite.
It seems that the prison
guards had a crew of prisoners out there working with pick and shovel on a
hot summer day in 1916. All of a sudden, for some reason, one of the
convicts bolted and ran. He was shot dead on the spot. The
other convicts were made to dig a hole for their comrade, roll him off in
the new grave and cover him up. This probably dispelled any notion of the
other prisoners to bolt and run.
The gravesite of the "old
convict” is in a rock strewn, cactus infested little flat. I have stood
at his burial place, looking in every direction, and you seeing many
miles. I cannot fathom where that convict thought he was going. Maybe it was just a way to get out of this cruel world. We never
knew what he was in prison for. As the Mexicans say, "Quien Sabe.”
The first time I took my
husband and children to see the gravesite; we saw a very strange thing – a
cholla cactus had grown at the head of the grave. It was a tall,
spindly thing about two and a half feet tall, with two arms that formed a
perfect cross. I guess no one but the Good Lord remembers who he
was, but the Lord had provided him a marker.
Some fifty to one hundred
feet from the convict’s grave is yet another burial plot. History
has it, that the man got sick and died there. However, they were not
buried side by side. Both graves are in sad repair, cactus covered
and rocks strewn about. We have plans for a picnic lunch and a
little work down on that lonely flat.
And now, for the change of the name of the Old
Convict Highway, ah yes; now it is the "Black Hills Byway.” I guess
it is more politically correct and so romantic sounding. Well, to
me, it is still the Old Convict Highway. When I am gone, then you
can change it!
The Old Gravesite In 1948
UPDATE ON THE CONVICTS GRAVESITE
For seventy-five years I
have wondered about this person who is buried here. After I was
grown, I have asked questions of many people, written letters to the
prison and nothing could I find. This year, my 80th year,
with still dogged persistence and determination, I finally hit pay dirt.
One day as I was "messing
around” with my computer, I ran onto a website for the
Prison System. I found records of many prisoners who were housed
there, those who were executed, and even what they had for their last
meal. In reading the information, I found that one might be able to
find information on some of the prisoners who had been incarcerated, from
the Department of Library, Archives and Public Records in Phoenix,
Arizona. Immediately I thought of my "old convict” lying out there in that cactus
infested flat. I wrote a letter to the library, explaining the
situation, the area, and the year. I really didn’t have any idea or
hopes that I would find out anything, but it was worth a try.
In about two weeks when my husband brought in
the mail, I was surprised to see I had a letter from the State Capitol
Library. I figured it would be a "sorry, we couldn’t find any
information” type of letter. To my amazement and joy, here was the
From the State Prison at
Description of convict:
Name of convict: Jesus Rodriguez
Age: 21 yrs.
Single, from Guadalajara, Mexico
Property found on convict: $1.25
Expiration of sentence: 1-20-1919 Received
Crime: Burglary 2nd Degree,
Sentence, no more than 3 yrs
From: Cochise County.
Height: 5’1 3/4”
Jesus Rodriguez, of the Convict's Grave,
Arizona Department of Library, Archives and Public Records.
Weight: 129 ¾ lbs.
Color of Hair: Black,
Color of Eyes: Brown
Size of foot: 5 ½
Can read and write: Educated, catholic
Has both parents.
Occupation: Miner and machinist
Had no former imprisonment.
Pobre Pendejo, why did you run?
Nancy E. Brown, December,
About the Author: Nancy
E. Brown is 82 years young, and loves southwestern history. Her and
her husband, Clyde, along with their family, love to tramp around old
mines, ghost towns,
abandoned houses, and cemeteries. Both she, and Clyde, at age 84, stay
young by riding their 4 wheelers and spending their vacations at such
places as Doubtful Canyon, Steins Peak and the Butterfield Stage Road. Approaching their 64th anniversary, Nancy and Clyde used to live in
now reside near Reserve,
New Mexico. Over the years they have enjoyed numerous excursions in the southwest.
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