I first thought Mission Santa Cruz commemorated the patron saint of lowriders, who once cruised the boulevards of downtown America on Saturday nights. But no, the official name, translated from Spanish, is the Mission of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross. It was founded near the banks of the San Lorenzo River, in 1791. This is in the present-day city of Santa Cruz, which is located at the northernmost reach of Monterey Bay, about 60 miles south of San Francisco.
The mission quickly prospered at its location along the San Lorenzo River. But six years after its founding, the pueblo of Branciforte (future Santa Cruz) was established on the other side of the river. This was a wicked town, straight out of Sodom and Gomorrah. The padres at the mission often chafed about its close proximity to their holy site of forced Catholic conversion, and they accused the inhabitants of various vices, such as gambling, drinking, and smuggling.
This was no idle accusation, because the settlers of this pueblo truly were evil. In fact they were so evil, they went to the length of bribing the mission Indians, with actual money, to come work for them. The Indians were offered pay to build various structures and to grow crops. And some of the Indians took these bribes, abandoning the virtues of slavery and crossing the river for the vice of a monetary salary.

Sometimes they’d be captured by the padres, hauled back to the mission, and mercifully beaten with a metal-tipped whip. This taught them the Christian virtue of submission to authorities, who knew what was best for them. And in such manner, they were kindly looked after by their Christian overseers, who possessed warm, caring hearts, while warming their backs with the lash of education.
But some were slow learners, and engaged in the peculiar practice of sneaking off in the middle of the night to engage in their old religious rituals. They would present offerings to their gods, bedaub their bodies with paint, and dance until daybreak. But when they were caught in the act by the padres, they were forced to endure endless hours of preaching, punctuated with sharp blows from the metal-tipped whip. Or learning device, if you will.

And in this manner they came to appreciate the love, mercy, and redemption offered by Jesus Christ, their Lord and Savior. But on October 12, 1812, these ungrateful Indians had quite enough of their severe, but well-intentioned beatings. They captured Father Andrés Quintana and strangled him to death.
Perhaps this stopped the beatings, but it didn’t stop the diseases. Many Indians at this mission perished from European-introduced viruses such as measles and scarlet fever. The natives often ran away, escaping both the severe, educational punishments, as well as the diseases. As a result, the mission fell into decline. Then it was completely abandoned after it was secularized by the Mexican government, in 1834.

In 1857, the 7.9 magnitude, Fort Tejon earthquake wreaked havoc upon Santa Cruz. The mission church was heavily damaged, and replaced in 1889 with the Gothic-style, revivalist, Holy Cross Church. This church still stands today. But all of the original buildings of the mission have been lost to earthquakes, depredation, and Mother Nature, except one long, multiroom dormitory. This building once housed Yokut and Ohlone tribal members, when they lived at the mission.
The Indian dormitory is now a part of the Santa Cruz Mission State Historic Park. In fact, Mission Santa Cruz is one of the only three California missions that belong to the State of California, rather than the Catholic Church (the other two being Mission Sonoma and Mission Concepción). However, the Holy Cross Church at Santa Cruz does belong to the Catholics, and stands where the original mission church once stood.

The Armas parlor. Around 1850, Felipe Armas, who became rich working as a cowboy for King Kamehameha in Hawaii, purchased the western half of the Indian dormitory from his father-in-law, Roman Rodriguez, who lived in the eastern half. He remodeled it to reflect his prosperous tastes, and started a family with his new wife. In 1865, the dormitory was sold to Irish immigrants, who turned around and sold it to the Neary family. The Nearys valued the history of the building, and played an important role in preserving it for posterity.
Some of the original adobe foundations of the mission have been discovered, but they are on private property and are not open to tourists. The Indian dormitory is also called the Neary-Rodriguez Adobe, after several families who lived in it during the late-19th and early-20th centuries, and who kept it preserved. My wife and I toured this Adobe last month, on our quest to visit all 21 missions. We found it interesting, although there wasn’t a whole lot to see. But at least the admission was free.
This was our 20th mission to visit. We only had one remaining, which required a 47-mile drive south, to the southernmost reach of Monterey Bay. There, in the picturesque town of Carmel-by-the-Sea lies Mission Carmel, which I will triumphantly feature in a future post.

Categories: California Missions
The pictures show such a rich blend of decor and lifestyles. Thanks for sharing!
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You’re welcome.
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They should have renamed it Santa Claus. It would have been far more popular.
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Or just, Mission Santa. It seems they really missed an opportunity.
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They did indeed. Santa Cruise would have got some attention eh!
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Instead of a sleigh, Santa Cruise would have used a lowrider to deliver presents.
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What a way to slay the deer farming business!
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The deer shall reign another day.
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Yeh we have another day of rain forecast here……….. dear?
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Better wear your rain shoes, so you can get around without sinking.
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I attended the wedding of a high school friend who was married in the church. I recall it having a beautiful interior. But I must have slept through 4th-grade social studies; I thought a building across the street was the site of the old mission. Nowadays, the Indians wouldn’t even need to cross the river to have a good time. The neighborhood to the north has been corrupted by partying students getting edumacated at UC Santa Cruz.
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It’s a beautiful church from the outside, though we never checked out the interior.
I guess debauchery has won in Santa Cruz, triumphing over the severest of Catholic whippings. But you can’t stop college students from doing what they will.
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I have sconces but not a mirrored one. I think I need one now.
Looks like a lovely church.
A mission by the sea? That sounds like it might be my favorite mission!
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I love sconces as well. We have a local family bakery does wonderful sconces!
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🙂
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No house is complete without a mirrored sconce. Looks like you now have a mission of your own.
Most of the missions were close to the sea, being inland a few miles from the ocean. I think Mission Carmel is one of the closest to a nice beach.
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I guess I do.
Well missions are supposed to be relaxing, serene places so makes perfect sense to be close to a beach!
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They’re also handy for funerals, when people drown.
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Pftttt!!
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i followed you for the humour … this history lesson is an added bonus!
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Thanks. What a nice compliment. I love history, and like to write posts about the past, now and then.
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I have heard that there is a Mission Ted Cruz in Cancun, not sure what religion.
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I think it’s the Holy Mission to Escape Angry, Freezing Utility Customers.
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Oh, I thought it might be some sort of fun worshipping cult
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Or gun worship. Thanks spell correct
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Can a man of Ted Cruz’s caliber lead a gun worshipping cult?
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Nah, I’m sure he’ll cock it up.
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He doesn’t need it. With all his money, he’s already loaded.
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I bet if you rifled through his stuff you would get an answer.
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I could give it a shot.
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So, one more mission and your mission mission is complete?
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Perhaps if he can find a Mission of a different order, he can call it a Transmission?
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I’m sure I could shift gears and handle that challenge.
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It would become automatic after a while.
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Which would help in a clutch.
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Maybe ……….. but I think the chickens might object to sharing a clutch with one.
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True. They are allowed to peck and choose.
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Eggsactly.
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Yep. As long as I can pay the admission to the next mission.
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Another great piece of history through your penmanship! I always enjoy these informative pieces enriched by your witcism and style!
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Thanks. I sometimes find it hard to suppress the smartass in me.
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“Sometimes??”
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Pffft!
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😂
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I’m so impressed that you don’t! 😆 🤣
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I think this is really neat!
I love how you explained the …reticence of the native population to be so pious.
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Thanks. I love the history of our missions. The missionaries were among the first Europeans to live in California, and they have quite a story to tell.
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With the beatings, the disease, the genocide and cultural destruction, maybe it’s fitting that just enough is left of these missions to warn the future about the evils of the past.
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Sounds like a good reason to keep the missions intact. Though I will point out that not all the missions were this brutal. Every mission had different leadership, and some of the leaders were well-liked by the natives.
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