Nigerian e-mail scam (1950s version)
A couple years ago my gave dad me the deed to two parcels of land in Kenna, New Mexico (Roosevelt County). This land is fairly worthless in a monetary sense. It’s assessed at a total of 1200 bucks. I pay 7 dollars a year tax on it. I’ve never been there.
But the story behind the land is priceless.
The two lots belonged to my deceased great uncle, John Eddy, of Jamestown, New York (where I went to college.) John died in the 60s. He got the land in some oil scam that ended up taking a lot of money from him.
I knew John’s sister, my Aunt Ida, who was sweet and senile when she stayed with us, when she was very very old and I was very very young. I clearly remember her putting envelopes in the freezer, thinking she was mailing letters to her dead brother.
She influenced me in a way. She was often very “spacey” (her words), and made me feel that it was OK to think and say strange things.
Anyway, a company called The Dalies Oil Company sold land and stock to war vets (among others) like my uncle. Then they milked the “investors” for their money in frequent requests for continuing payments to “develop the land and drill for oil.”
My dad also gave me about ten pounds of wonderful papers connected with this land, stock certificates, newspaper clippings, maps, and much of the correspondence between John Eddy and this Los Angeles-based scam company.
Among the papers are hand-typed postcards that the company sent each month to the “investors”, talking about how well the oil search was going, how many feet down they’d drilled, what new equipment they needed to purchase, the frequent snags they ran into, how much more money they needed to complete the important work, and of course, how they were still absolutely positive they were going to make everyone rich.
The notes are so over the top that I doubt any actual drilling was ever done.
I don’t know what I’m ever going to do with the land, and have had no plans for the huge pile of musty documents. I’ve thought about writing a sort of docu-drama movie and using my great uncle’s misfortune at the beginning of the oil boom as a parallel for what’s happening now as the oil starts to run out. But probably not.
My wife and I did write a cartoon script (called “The Plump Buffet”) that will most likely never be produced, that takes place on the land. It’s about a sex cult run by cats.
When I phoned up the Roosevelt County clerk to find out how to transfer the title from my dad to me, she seemed to think it was hilarious that a father in New York was giving this worthless New Mexico land to a son in Los Angles. I think she figured us both for city slickers. I had several calls with her and she always seemed pretty jolly about the whole situation.
I asked her what I’d have to do to build out there. She said, “Well, first you’ll need to scrape the land with a backhoe to get rid of the rattlesnakes.” I asked her what permits I’d need. She laughed and replied, “You don’t need permits. You can do whatever you want out there. If the neighbors don’t like it, they’ll just shoot you.”
The population of Kenna proper is “estimated at less than 25 people.”
(Google satellite image of Kenna)
John Eddy also owned oil-scam land in Valencia county, New Mexico that actually ended being sold for a lot of money to build a mall. Unfortunately, the lazy bank my dad put in charge of paying the taxes defaulted and my family lost that land.
This oil scheme bilked John Eddy out of a lot of money, a few bucks at a time, over a decade.
No oil was ever found. The whole thing reminds me of a Nigerian e-mail scam, but from the 1950s. And John Eddy ended up in a mental hospital.
My brother James pointed out “These people were able to continue this scam, simply because in those pre-commercial airplane days, no one went there to check on it.”
OK….Here’s the really fun part. I got an e-mail the other day from an old friend named John Murphey. Cool cat, we played music together in the Bay Area right before I formed Bomb. He found me after 20 years, while searching info on the H2 digital audio recorder. He plans to get one to use for recording interviews on his job, which just happens to be as a state historian for New Mexico.
John Murphey wrote:
I startled when you mentioned John Eddy; I thought you were related to THE JOHN EDDY, the big-shot cattle baron who once owned half of SE New Mexico. Your life may have been a little different if your great uncle was cattleman, John Eddy. Land/oil scams were big in the 1930-50s. You are actually the second person of our age to tell me they own worthless land in Kenna. Yeah, I’ve been there and helped the community write a history on the sole surviving commercial building - the grand Midway Service Station. An extract of that narrative appears on the State Historian’s web site:
http://www.newmexicohistory.org/filedetails_docs.php?fileID=21168
Do you have the exact coordinates or lat/longs for the land? Does it have an access easement? Can I camp there? Send me the screenplay.
Attached are some pics I took of Kenna’s Hi-Lonesome landscape.
I wrote him back:
I forgot to tell you the best thing in the collection of John Eddy papers that I have. A big fold-out map of the ground plan for Kenna, with lot numbers, and street names like “Oak” and “Elm”. It looks like a map of an existing town, which may be what they were telling people on both coasts as they sold them the dry swampland.
Also, THE John Eddy (rich cattle dude) was no relation, but my dad says my great-grandfather invented the cattle chute, and some neighbor stole the idea under him and patented it.
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I have wondered what I’m going to do with the two lots. I registered the domain name TimeShareFromHell.com two years ago, but let it expire this year.
Maybe I’ll just content myself with being a proud member of the landed gentry, keep mailing in my seven dollars a year in tax, and know that when California starts falling into the sea, me and the wife will have a place we can go camp.
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So the upshot is that John Murphey asked if the State of New Mexico could have my John Eddy papers. As nifty as the collection is for me to have, I’m probably going to donate it, as it’s a lot more useful in the hands of a state historical society than in a box the back of my closet.
Link to a bunch of photos and scans from the John Eddy file.
October 20th, 2007 at 5:23 pm
You had an Aunt Ida too - another one of those odd synchronicities we share. My Aunt Ida was a marvelous woman who lived with us from the time I was 9 months old until we moved to Texas when I was 13. She refused to come along, saying she had lived in The South and would never do so again.
She taught me about racial tolerance, how to bake bread without using measuring devices (a pinch of salt, two handfuls of flour…), and was perhaps the greatest woman I ever knew.
–Debra Jean Dean
October 20th, 2007 at 5:25 pm
And as you read this to me before you posted it, my wonderful wife, you were crying tears of joy at the memories.
I adore you, you’re so damn sweet.
Your loving husband,
Michael W. Dean
October 20th, 2007 at 8:35 pm
I’m from New Mexico. Like only moved away from there six years ago.
I hate to let my inner hick shine through, but the area around Portales (give or take 200 miles) is awesome.
Never let it go.
New Mexico is a wonderful place to be alone. The solace of the desert makes me yearn for a plot of land anywhere in that state.
Not to say that I want some city slicker from California moving there… but I would never ever ever ever ever let it go. In a world where a cell phone makes you totally accessible and the interweb makes its presence known in ever aspect of daily living… to own a completely worthless plot or two of land in a world that will never know it, is fucking priceless…
The desert is one of the only pristine places left on the earth where you have no choice but to deal with whatever is infringing on the ever-present invasion of technological “marvels” that seek to suck your soul dry of anything worth feeling.
Let it go, and I’ll fly to ellay just to flay the skin from your bones.
- Kaczynski
October 20th, 2007 at 8:45 pm
Cool. Wanna buy it?
Just kiddin’.
Yeah, I want to keep it, and I really want to go there some time.
MWD
October 21st, 2007 at 5:07 pm
Build a recording studio out there. Power it with solar panels. That would rule.
October 22nd, 2007 at 2:54 am
I thought this was about Duane Eddy, the awsome guitar player from the 1950’s and 1960’s .
bummer.
October 22nd, 2007 at 4:19 am
Or it could have been about Eddy Dean. Ever hear from him?
Hi Dave!
MWD
October 22nd, 2007 at 7:00 am
You could always throw one of them there Rave Gatherings the kids seem to be all ga ga about.
August 31st, 2008 at 10:00 pm
My family has been in Kenna, New Mexico since the turn of the century. My counsin is still one of the largest land owners in Kenna. I found the article that you show a link for extremely confusing. It states that someone named Maureen was postmistress in 1982. But when I was 15 years old in the year 1981, my aunt Jean was the postmistress run out of a trailer on the side of the interstate in Kenna, New Mexico. Maybe I don’t remember the family history correctly, but I see a ton of errors in the article. I am related to half the people buried in the cemetary.
As for being a land owner there…darlin…you definitely need to keep paying your $7 a year there if you like the desert. I have many many indian arrowheads from the mounds off the main highway. And sunsets that will make your heart ache. Hawaii and Arizona are the only other sunset that I have ever seen that can compare. But it is a lonesome land.
March 16th, 2009 at 10:52 pm
Your story brings back some memories.
Years ago, after seeing the small classified ads that appeared in the back of several magizines of the time period I decided to respond to the one that stated you could purchase land in Colorado for $7 a acre.
I bought ten of them sight unseen…but I figured since Aspen was getting more popular…..why not?
I got legal possession of the property, and the taxes were real cheap.
I then went into my ’stoner’ years and forgot about the property I had bought for $70 cause my parents paid the land taxes for me….with all of us sitting and waiting for a developer to buy this excellent investment!
By 1980….and me out of the thz haze, I decided on a whim to go see for myself where this fiscal goldmine actually was.
Long story short.
My 7 acres was on top of a mountain that a damn billy goat would of thought twice about before trying to reach!!
March 16th, 2009 at 10:55 pm
That’s hi-larious!
I’ve seen my land on google earth. it’s on flat land, on both sides of the highway. Technically you *could* pitch a tent there, but you’d need a shotgun to keep back the rattlesnakes, from what I understand from talking that lady at the county clerk’s office.
March 16th, 2009 at 10:56 pm
>I had bought for $70 cause my parents paid the land taxes for me
What would that be, about 50 cents per year in taxes? more than the price of the check and the stamp, probably, regardless!
April 3rd, 2009 at 1:44 pm
Hi,
I have land not to far from Kenna and they are not leasing for gas and oil exploration (that might be on hold for right now) but they are also leasing land for those big solar windmills. For a city guy I’m sure you would be hard pressed to see the beauty of the area..but it is definetly there. Come in the winter..the snakes are hibernating.
April 3rd, 2009 at 2:18 pm
I’m a city guy who has plans to move to rural Wyoming as soon as possible, so I think I probably can see the beauty. I sure see a lot of it in the photos of Kenna my friend sent me!
MWD
November 5th, 2009 at 12:11 am
Hi there!
I used to live on cattle ranch not far from kenna. In the late- 70’s to the mid-80’s my dad worked for the VanEaton ranch. We would get our mail in kenna and go to school in elida. I loved that good country living! I truly miss where I grew up!
February 1st, 2010 at 2:17 pm
what great memories! my step grandfather was mays jenkins and yes during the early 80 ’s mrs jean southard was the postmistress. mrs jean was the daughter of mays jenkins. my father was in the army stationed @ fort bragg n.c. everyone there knew him as pauncho and we used to spend some summers there with mays and my grandmother dee