Oh Darn Stuck Again - Repost

Josephine Sarah Marcus

Since today is Wyatt Earp's birthday, I thought I would repost this blog article about his third wife.

This happens sometimes. I get off on a research project and then get stuck in a time period and end up spending months somewhere some time reading little esoteric lines of enquiry. There is a joke about the restaurant that advertised they sold breakfast anytime and a patron requested french toast during the renaissance. Well that's me. Somewhere around age 10 I got stuck in the mid 1800s in Massachusetts. I've been locked into Caesar's Rome, Catherine's Russia, and Elizabeth's England with Shakespeare for company.

Yesterday the Doolin-Dalton gang got my attention and I vaguely mentioned that the "wild, wild west" didn't last very long. In checking out some of the info, I started to think about the women. We've heard about Calamity Jane and Annie Oakley, but what about the Marshalls and desperados? Did they have wives? Who were they? What happened to them?

Most of these women were in their own way as rough and tough as the men. They were actresses, dancers, and "companionable comfort" for the even rougher men. Most, whatever their youthful indiscretions and presuming they survived their law and outlaw men, usually ended up respectable and generous elders living well into the 20th century. They had really exciting lives and you hear nothing because we are almost always taught "his" story not "her" story and because records for the time period can be somewhat limited when it comes to women who rarely had careers or activities considered important.

One of the best documented is Wyatt Earp's third wife, Josephine Sarah Marcus (Josie) (1861 - 1944). His first wife Urilla Sutherland had died of typhus only a few months after their marriage in 1870. He took up with his second companion Anne "Mattie" Blaylock in 1973 , but left her behind with a house in Tombstone, AZ in 1882 after meeting Josie in San Francisco. Read the full Wikipedia biographies for the scandal involving Mattie and Josie as they are better than anything you are likely to see splashed all over the tabloids today, and why should I have all the fun.

There is a mystery associated with Josie that extends all the way into the psychadelic rock era, and that is the image sometimes referred to as Kaloma that was used on one of the most popular posters of the time.


















You can find the whole story, background and discussion as to whether or not the image on the left that was used on the cover of a biography of Wyatt Earp and then used again in the poster is Josie Earp on this web site as it is rather long and involved but very interesting. The image at the top of the page is definitely the elderly Josie taken in Los Angeles. Wyatt passed away in 1928 while Josie lived until the first years of World War II with many friends in the film industry.

Now you all just stay busy for a while. I have to go find out what happened to the wives of Emmett Dalton, Bat Masterson, and Jesse James. (Now you can see what getting stuck can do to you.)

Kissing History

Hugh O'Brian as Wyatt Earp 1955




Wyatt Earp

What we consider as the "Old West" was for the most part the 30 years following the Civil War. Then civilization caught up with them and a lot of gunslingers were out of business and working at regular jobs. Wyatt Earp lived long enough to appear in a silent movie. He was a little more creative than most and had many romantic and personal adventures in his long life, some of which were probably true. Courtesy of a friendly biographer, his fame has become a bit more reel than real, but who wants to ruin a good story? On January 13, in 1929, Wyatt Earp died in Los Angeles was buried in a Jewish Cemetery in Colma which is another good story. Only a little over 25 years later, in 1955, Wyatt got to television for a seven year run in the form of actor Hugh O'Brian playing the marshall of Dodge City. O'Brian was born on April 19, 1925, overlapping the last four years of Earp's life. So much for major coincidences, and the idea that everything is connected to everything.

In 1957, I was a 13 year old who looked 16 enduring one my interminable summers in Fresno. One of the major Polio epidemics had happened in 1952. My stepsister was paralyzed from the neck down and confined to a wheel chair. As a result, I was very active in raising money for the Red Cross. The Salk vaccine had just been approved for massive distribution, but the money that had supported the research, now was helping to fund the injections for all school children. As part of a charitable campaign, Wyatt Earp came to Fresno. If you were female and had a pulse, you were in love with Hugh O'Brian.

On a dare from girlfriends, I took the money I had raised to where the local TV station was showing the telethon, but wouldn't turn it over until he kissed me. It was a rather decorous kiss, but the poor man ended up kissing virtually every woman in Fresno, including my grandmother who collected one on the cheek for each of her 12 grandchildren. He was a good sport about all of this smooching, but when I turned up in the late afternoon, O'Brian pointed at me and said, "You started this!" At which point, I got KISSED. Bent over backwards, strong hug, the works. When I came up for air and the knees were again working, I staggered off stage to an embarrassing round of applause from the audience. He would have probably been scandalized if he knew my real age at the time, if for no other reason than that this is a man who has dedicated his life to the development and encouragement of young people.

In 1957 the fans of "Wyatt Earp" stole the headstone of Wyatt Earp, so that now he has only a flat marker instead of the large monument.


Another 20 years plus later, "The Shootist", John Wayne's last film about a former gunman coming to terms with the changes in the "Old West" and his own mortality is being filmed in Malibu and Burbank. Hugh O'Brian played one of the older gunmen who take him on in his last great gunfight, and Hugh still looked like a greyer version of the TV Wyatt. My son liked to go to the studios and the crews got used to him being there to run errands, so he met Hugh O'Brian and we own a reel of film for the opening of that movie as John Wayne shoots his way through history.

Mr. O'Brian was married for the first time recently at the age of 82 to his long time ladyfriend, Virginia Barber, so he is passing the older Wyatt in age if not quite in legend, all while continuing his charitable ways with his long standing HOBY Foundation. As a symbol of his humor, the wedding "to die for" while formal and celebrated by hundreds of guests was held at Forest Lawn Cemetery. In lieu of gifts the couple requested donations to HOBY.

So there you have it. Four generations covering 128 years connected by the same character and a little story: Wyatt Earp, Hugh O'Brian, me and my son from cemetery to cemetery. Write down your memories. History not recorded is history lost. I'll close with a bit of a speech given by Hugh O'Brian.

"I do NOT believe we are all born equal. Created equal in the eyes of God, yes, but physical and emotional differences, parental guidelines, varying environments, being in the right place at the right time, all play a role in enhancing or limiting an individual's development. But I DO believe every man and woman, if given the opportunity and encouragement to recognize their potential, regardless of background, has the freedom to choose in our world. Will an individual be a taker or a giver in life? Will that person be satisfied merely to exist or seek a meaningful purpose? Will he or she dare to dream the impossible dream?"