Stepdaddy Dearest: Putting the Crime in Crime Family


At 6-foot-4 and 270 pounds, Rod Harrison was not a person you’d ever want to fuck with. People literally crossed the street when they saw his hulking figure walking up the sidewalk. He stepped into my life when I was 7, looming larger than life. My mom often recounted the first time she saw him back in high school, delivering a lightning-fast round kick to the temple of a classmate who dared challenge him.

He was a highly gifted martial artist and an accomplished street thug, mostly defending his turf from rival drug dealers. He took on all comers, from a pack of Hells Angels to swarms of angry cops trying to cuff him. Being a father to two young children was the last thing you’d imagine Rod doing, and yet, there he was, sitting on the kitchen floor with my little sis and me, showing us how to color inside the lines.

He had a movie-star smile, a quick wit and a contagious laugh that drew people to him effortlessly. He was frighteningly charismatic, with a brilliant, sharp mind, a dangerous combination for a criminal. Rod organized a small crew of outlaws and began home-invasion robberies of drug dealers. He and his crew didn’t hesitate to resort to violence, pistol-whipping their victims to shake the drugs and money loose. Soon, they graduated to hitting banks, jewelry stores and pharmacies, with my mom often driving the getaway car. Later, she’d collect newspaper clippings of their exploits for our family scrapbook.

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There’s a Great Deal of Murdering Going On…

This letter was sent to my 3rd great-grandfather Samuel Foster and his wife Mary from their cousin Dorothy Rowley in 1837.


[note: I didn’t fix any misspellings]

Sept. the 27

Dear Samuel and family.

Through the mercy of a kind God we are all alive. Mother has been very sick but is now better. She begins to set up a little. She has been threatened with two or three different fevers~ nerves and lung fevers but I think with the most prudent care she will live to get well. Brother William is feeble. I hope you and your family are well. I think something has been the matter with our connection to the East. Now I will ask you what you think my feelings were when we arrived at Monroe and found to our great disappointment that you were not coming. I will tell you~

I’ve concluded to go to Kalamazoo and examine the land office and see if there was any government land to enter when we arived we found the land was all taken. That was your prediction. Edwards the land agent told Mother that her lot and Brother W was worth five hundred dollars a piece but the area seems to have the scarcity of money. I think money is plentier in Mishigan than it is in York state. Then we concluded to go to Indianna and try to get government land. We went into the north part of the state but we found no goverment land. Land is verry high in Mishigan. New villages building all a bout. I think we have found two places where there are good locations for stores. One is eleven miles from White Pigeon in st. Josephs County on the St. Josephs river portage river, rock river all come to gether. The other is new Palmyra only thirty miles from Toledo. The prospect there is verry great only it is snowy there now. There is a rail road directly from Toledo to this place and then it is to continue to lake mishigan. Here is the junction of the rail. One goes to Jacksonburgh on to Kalamazoo. I think this will be a great place. I think that if I decide to settle in new Palmyra next spring I will certainly establish grocery stores. –

I would not venture my life on the lake in the spring now. Maybe in the fall there ~ there is a great deal of murdering a going on for money on the lake and on the shore at Cleveland and all about. I saw a train of cars eight in number a going to new Palmyra with great speed. Mother says she thinks this will be a safe place soon. There is an excellent flouring mill here at new Palmyra on the river basin. I have given up the idea of your leaving Massachusetts perhaps you had better buy there. I have given up the idea of going into a verry new country to live. I think the Three Rivers will be as great a place in short time as Rochester was a few years ago. I think the water privileges are verry great. I think next spring if I live I shall buy at new Palmyra and build there next summer as soon as I get all that I think I shall buy – – – quite sickly this season all around but I have had my health remain remarkably well. I have been through five trials this season but the Lord has provided for me.

We are in Ohio now. As soon as Mother gets able I shall leave for York state. Brother William says he is a going to the south to winter — how far I cannot tell. I dont expect to stay in York state any time. I calculate to return as soon as possible but on the account of being disapointed I shall not move things from York state this season. I shall calculate to move the things on the lake next summer. They try to take every advantage on the lake they possibly can. I have done advising you to come to the western country. You must do as you think best but I calculate to settle in new Palmyra.

I wish you peace and prosperity through life and at last may you and yours be so happy as to receive a crown of glory in Heaven. If Mother and I live I calculate to go to Bethlohem with her two years from next summer. As soon as you get this letter please do write and direct your letter to Dorothy Rowley Rochester York state. NB

You must do in your business as you think best. Our best wishes attend you all, Samuel and Mary Foster.

~ D. Rowley

Update: I was contacted by a Rowley family member and she confirmed that Thomas and Dorothy Rowley did in fact get into the grocery business and had great success.

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Ancestry Research Uncovers Horrifying Family Secret

Researching your family history can be a fun pastime, but there can be a dark side to digging in the past.


San Quentin State Prison – early 1900s

by Jon Kinyon

Most of us have seen those cute TV commercials where a bald guy discovers that he descends from a long line of barbers or an airline pilot learns that his great-great-grandfather’s cousin lived down the block from the Wright Brothers. Researching your family history can be a fun pastime, a relaxing hobby that can reveal interesting and even amazing stories at times, but there is also a dark side to digging into the past. Imagine discovering that you’re directly descended from a family that traded in slaves, or to some other fiendish pariah in history. Revelations of this kind can be an unsettling experience, especially if you’re not prepared for it.

Among all of the remarkable family connections I’ve traced in my own genealogical research, from Mayflower passengers to a signer of the Declaration of Independence, I stumbled upon a horrifying family secret and dark moment in the early history of my hometown which had been buried deep and long forgotten. To this day, a large part of me wishes it had stayed that way.

Our family goes back five generations in Palo Alto, CA., back to the very founding of the town which was built in conjunction with Stanford University. It turns out that one of our pioneering family members had not only committed one of the town’s earliest murders, he had – horrifically – poisoned an infant child to death in its crib. The appalling news had so upset and disgusted me that I kept it to myself for several years. I wondered if I would ever tell anyone what I had learned.

San Quentin State Prison mugshots of Joseph Brister – 1912

The culprit, Joseph Brister, 25, was the second youngest of five Brister brothers who came to Palo Alto from Holmes County, Mississippi. My grandmother and her siblings were told next to nothing about their uncle Joseph while growing up, only that he had died when they were very young after contracting Tuberculosis at age 34. It is not surprising that the family kept this horror story a secret from them, or that the town people would want to distance themselves from such a nightmarish incident.

To the chagrin of citizens of the up and coming town, stories of Palo Alto’s “Baby Killer” would appear and reappear in newspaper headlines across California for more than a year as Joseph Brister’s lawyer fought to have him deemed insane and incompetent to stand trial. After much legal wrangling, a plea deal was finally hammered out and Joseph Brister was sent to San Quentin on April 19, 1912 with an 8 year sentence for manslaughter. The news stories quickly died out, as did any mention of it in polite conversation around town.

Octavia and R.J. Brister with R.J.’s mother, Margaret Jane Brister

My maternal great-grandfather Robert Jack (R.J.) Brister moved to Palo Alto from Mississippi in 1900, following close on the heels of his oldest brother William who arrived in 1897 (three years after the town was incorporated). After marrying Octavia Brown, a young lady he met at a dance hall in Redwood City, R.J. sent for his widowed and ailing mother Margaret Jane, moving her into their new home on Webster St., near Lytton Ave. The three remaining Brister brothers would make their way out the next year, and being industrious, hardworking and jack-of-all-trade types, they would quickly weave themselves into the fabric of the booming small town.

Edward and Thomas Brister opened a successful concrete business which contracted with the city and would lay many of the sidewalks in Palo Alto and surrounding townships. R.J. 10993407_10205138222108872_7470031286265957625_nworked for Palo Alto Transfer & Storage for a number of years, hauling shipments from the train depot to Stanford University and the farthest reaches of the Peninsula by horse drawn carriage. When automobiles began filling the streets of town, R.J. opened Brister Brothers Garage on Bryant St. where he, William and Joseph maintained vehicles and did blacksmith work. R.J.’s mechanical prowess also kept him busy maintaining the printing presses at The Stanford Daily and the Palo Alto Times newspapers.

In 1910, R.J. ran for Police Constable and Officer of the Court of Palo Alto, an elected office in Santa Clara County. His charisma, neighborly charm and can-do attitude led to his winning by a landslide in the election that year. In the meantime, his younger brother Joseph, who was still living at R.J.’s, fell for a young Palo Alto woman named Ida Madeline Davis and proposed marriage – despite the fact that she had just given birth to the illegitimate child of Albert Partington, a local grocer with whom she had been carrying on a very public extramarital affair.

The two were soon married and moved into a boarding house at 446 Hamilton Ave., but marital bliss lasted less than a year. Lying in bed one night, after a bitter bout of quarreling with his wife, Joseph calmly arose to attend to the crying child who stayed in a separate bedroom. A little surprised at how suddenly the baby stopped crying, the wife got up to find that Joseph had locked himself in the bathroom and wouldn’t come out. She rushed to check on the baby only to discover that he was not breathing and foam was seeping from his mouth. Joseph had poured carbolic acid down the throat of his infant stepson, George Partington, killing him in one of the most gruesome ways imaginable.

Newly elected Constable R.J. Brister was the one who answered the police call, coaxing his brother out of the bathroom and arresting him for murder without further incident.

Joseph Brister served 5 years of his sentence and was released April 20, 1917. Returning to Palo Alto, he found himself an outcast, as you can well imagine. He took work back at the family’s auto garage downtown and rented a room at the nearby Cardinal Hotel.

10 months later, Joseph Brister shoved the muzzle of a revolver into the stomach of a guard at Camp Fremont in Menlo Park and demanded a match to furnish a light for his cigarette. As Joseph let down his guard to light the cigarette, the soldier overpowered him and took him to the ground. He was arrested and held at the Palo Alto jail, then transferred to San Quentin 10 days later to serve a sentence of 1 year.

Joseph Brister back in custody at San Quentin – 1918

On Feb. 19, 1919, Joseph was released again from Quentin. This time he didn’t return to Palo Alto because he had come down with Tuberculosis behind bars. The state helped to place him at an old farm in Oakley, CA. where a Japanese family took care of victims of TB; offering treatment, bed rest and square meals.

Joseph died there Sept. 4, 1920, a month after his 34th birthday.

Tuberculosis Sanatorium in California

It was pointed out, by an early reader of this story, how proud I should be of my great-grandfather R.J. Brister, who in a time when women did not have many rights and were readily dismissed, acted honorably in the law instead of attempting to protect his younger brother. He could have easily shifted the blame to the “crazy woman” or worse. Surely, a cover-up in this case would have been a more common outcome in that era than what actually happened.

So, in bringing myself to confront this uncomfortable reality head on and publicly acknowledging an incredibly evil act perpetrated by a not-so-distant relative, I’ve actually come to better understand an even closer relative of mine – to greatly admire the solid character and integrity of my mom’s Grandpa Brister.

Good job, sir.



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