Paulina the Lacemaker

After a visit to the village the Temecula people formed at the place call Pechanga, the original home of Matias Quasecac, Helen Hunt Jacson wrote the following words and this story can be found in her book, Glimpses of California. The people had been forcibly removed from their homes in Temecula by the new occupants, American ranchers, and made a sad procession back and forth from Temecula to Pechanga over a three-day period moving their belongings to their new home. The conditions of the village were meager and the demeaner of the women was sad. Paulina Walla Hunter was one of the women she visited with and purchased handmade lace.

Glimpses of California by Helen Hunt Jackson:

"A group of women was at work washing wool in great stone bowls, probably hundreds of years old. The interiors of some of the houses were exquisitely neat and orderly, with touching attempts at adornment, —pretty baskets and shelves hanging on the walls, and over the bed's canopies of bright calico. On some of the beds the sheets and pillowcases were trimmed with wide hand-wrought lace, made by the Indian women themselves. This is one of their arts which date back to the mission days.

Some of the lace is beautiful and fine, and of patterns like the old church laces. It was pitiful to see the poor creatures in almost every one of the hovels bringing out a yard or two of their lace to sell; and there was hardly a house which had not the lace-maker's frame hanging on the wall, with an unfinished piece of lace stretched in it.

The making of this lace requires much time and patience. It is done by first drawing

out all the lengthwise threads of a piece of fine linen or cotton; then the threads which are left are sewed over and over into an endless variety of intricate patterns. Sometimes the whole design is done in solid 122 button-hole stitch, or solid figures are filled in on an open network made of the threads.

The baskets were finely woven, of good shapes, and excellent decorative patterns in brown

and black on yellow or white.

Every face, except those of the very young, was sad beyond description. They were stamped indelibly by generations of suffering, immovable distrust also underlying the sorrow. It was hard to make them smile. To all our expressions of good-will and interest they seemed indifferent and received in silence the money we paid them for baskets and lace.

“The word “Temecula” is an Indian word, signifying “grief” or “mourning.” It seems to have had a strangely prophetic fitness for the valley to which it was given.

While I am writing these lines, the news comes that, by an executive order of the President, the little valley in which these Indians took refuge has been set apart for them as a reservation."