Anamosa - A Reminiscence 1838 - 1988
The definitive history of the community of Anamosa, Iowa, USA
The definitive history of the community of Anamosa, Iowa, USA
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has been on the bench.<br />
When a judge takes office, he not only takes on a new<br />
job, but a different way of life. Not a better or worse way<br />
of life. just different.<br />
It immediately becomes manifest when you are<br />
hovered over by persons trying to anticipate and satisfy<br />
your every whim. Clerks come immediately to the<br />
counter at county offices. Some lawyers, whose<br />
fondness for you was previously carefully concealed.<br />
start laughing at supposed witticisms of yours that<br />
even you didn't think were THAT funny. Your parking<br />
place is zealously guarded by the attendants. Your have<br />
a rent-free ofiice — no, not an office, a CHAMBERS. You<br />
are given a new security blanket, called a robe.<br />
When you enter a courtroom. people rise. You don't<br />
sit behind a platform, you are on the bench. You are not<br />
addressed as Bob Ford or even Judge Ford, but as Your<br />
Honor. People don't just come up to the bench. They<br />
ask to approach your august presence, presumably to<br />
bask in it, while they advocate their point of law.<br />
Attomeys' criticisms are muted and veiled in words<br />
as delicate as a lilac bud. They don't say — to your face,<br />
anyway — that you are wrong, or worse, but that<br />
“perhaps. in view of the court's heavy workload, your<br />
honor didn't have this latest decision called to his<br />
attention or perhaps we were not clear in our<br />
presentation ' '.<br />
People come to see you, and always at your<br />
convenience. All of this is a little heady, and you begin<br />
to feel that perhaps you don't need the bridges to get off<br />
the courthouse island (in Linn County) when you go to<br />
lunch. You begin to believe that your most banal and<br />
trite comments about the government or the weather<br />
are profound observations.<br />
And you refer to yourself in the imperial “we. "<br />
And you have the power to send people to prison, to<br />
separate children from parents, and make or break<br />
business. All in all, an important job that you would<br />
iind completely satisfying and, except for the<br />
unpleasant aspects to which I have just alluded, a most<br />
satisfying life.<br />
But there is a price to be paid and the bill soon<br />
becomes due. You are never more popular than when<br />
you first enter the bench. This popularity erodes, like<br />
the soil of an Iowa farm, when you make your first<br />
decision. At best you can only make half the lawyers<br />
and litigants happy at any one time. You begin to notice<br />
that, in the vernacular, you are ceasing to be ‘one of the<br />
boys.’<br />
I ask you sometime to try this experiment when you<br />
are with people on a vacation with whom you are not<br />
acquainted: When they ask your occupation, tell them<br />
you are a judge. You will iind it is a real conversation<br />
killer. They look at you as if you were an undertaker.<br />
To avoid this, I once told some people in another state<br />
that I was an insurance agent, but it didn't help.<br />
Conversations with some laymen who were friends<br />
become stilted. They do not call you by your first name.<br />
They think you want to talk only about court cases.<br />
They start to tell of a will contest in Wisconsin in which<br />
their cousin was involved. They think you care whether<br />
Klaus Von Bulow was convicted or acquitted.<br />
Conversely, they believe you care nothing about the<br />
Hawks. or are indifferent about the fate of the Cubbies.<br />
(A lawyer told me once of a friend of his who had seen<br />
me at a basketball game and was suprised that judges<br />
went to games.)<br />
Then there are those who are not so admiring. They<br />
tell old jokes like God borrowing a judge's robe to help<br />
him feel divine. etc. Judges are blamed for the high<br />
crime rate, and when one does something about it. he is<br />
known, not affectionately, as ‘Maximum Bob.‘ When<br />
we are easier, we are branded as soft bleeding hearts. A<br />
person once critically told me that criminals hated to<br />
see us go to our semi-annually judges‘ conference in<br />
Des Moines because there was no one left in town to<br />
give them suspended sentences.<br />
Some believe that pomposity is our strong suit. They<br />
do not terribly mind if we stop for a beer as long as we<br />
do not appear to enjoy it. But, as a result, not only are<br />
we political eunuchs, we are almost classified as<br />
inanimate objects. Granted, we do not take vows of<br />
celibacy. but the verbal nomenclature lends itself to<br />
this concept of being inanimate. We are referred to in<br />
the third person as “The Court." Although we make the<br />
decision. it is not personified. The Court did it, not Bob<br />
Ford. You listen to jokes in your coffee group about “we<br />
can't have a football pool; the judge is here and he<br />
doesn't like gambling." In schools, our kinds were<br />
asked if they were narcs.<br />
As a district judge once told a Supreme Court justice,<br />
“It's also lonely in the middle."<br />
The Jones County Calf Case<br />
Forward<br />
by Bertha Finn<br />
The Jones County Calf case has been cussed and<br />
discussed, cited in legal cases and published in many<br />
newspapers across the United States. The suit, which<br />
began in the old courthouse in <strong>Anamosa</strong> when Robert<br />
Johnson was 37 years old, would last for 20 years.<br />
Attorney Charley Wheeler, who defended him<br />
throughout the many court proceedings, described<br />
Johnson, the first time he met him, as:“tall and<br />
straight as a lance." He had long tawny hair. He had a<br />
full tawny beard. He had smiling grey eyes. His hair<br />
and his beard made Bob look like a lion, and that is<br />
what he was. He was one of thoserare men whose<br />
courage mounts and grows. Trial judges were setting<br />
aside our verdicts, and the supreme court was setting<br />
aside our judgments, during all of those years old Bob<br />
was just the same. He never weakened. never gave up<br />
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and one day he walked to his modest home, greeted his<br />
faithful wife Mary Ann (who had stood by his side<br />
through all the trials), and sat down in the kitchen with<br />
her, and he dropped his head, the first time he dropped<br />
gis proud head in his life. She went to him and he was<br />
ea<br />
In a correspondence received by this writer from<br />
former <strong>Anamosa</strong>n, H. Leslie Wildey, an attorney.<br />
practicing law in California at the age of 92, and<br />
alluding to one of the Millers involved in the calf case<br />
wrote, “The Jones County Calf case has quite a place in<br />
legal lore. I recall sitting on our porch facing First Street<br />
and ‘old man‘ Miller drove past. He was driving a horse<br />
about 15 years old, in a high wheeled iron rim sulky.<br />
and my father commented, ‘there goes everything that<br />
is left of three fine farms" . The rest had been consumed