Coal
mining was not the only activity thriving in the Crowsnest Pass of the Canadian
Rocky Mountains in the early 1900s. The enforcement of prohibition in Alberta
from 1916 to 1923 escalated another industry: bootlegging. The whiskey and rum-running
trade along the Canada/U.S. border had kept the North West Mounted Police (NWMP)
busy in the previous century. Prohibition,
WWI, and the departure of the Royal Northwest Mounted Police (NWMP) from the
prairie provinces left a gap in police enforcement to handle the heightened
criminal bootlegging activity thriving in southwestern Alberta. Thus, the
Alberta Provincial Police (APP) was hastily created on March 1, 1917, to fill
that need. The APP operated until 1932 when it was disbanded due to tight
financial times created by the Great Depression.
In
1916 Alberta was mandated dry but not British Columbia, thus
making the Crowsnest Pass and its dense forests and mountainous terrain a
tempting hot bed of illegal liquor smuggling for entrepreneurs. And one man knew all the tricks to protect
his lucrative new sideline.
Emilio Picariello was born in Capriglia Irpina, Italy in 1879 (or 1877) and at age 20, immigrated to the United States in 1899. The next year he met and married Maria Marucci, a housekeeper at a boarding house where he lived. Two years later they moved to Toronto, Canada where he worked at being a laborer and an electrician, saved his money and purchased an Italian grocery. It is unclear from my research what prompted Emilio in 1911 to move his family across Canada to Fernie, British Columbia (B.C.), where he found work at a macaroni factory. When the owner relocated to Alberta, Emelio rented the building and hired women to roll cigars.
Always the entrepreneur, the
larger-than-life Emelio began manufacturing ice cream. In the summer of 1916 he
sold ice cream from his wagon. His frozen treat became so popular that he expanded
his operation by establishing ice cream parlors in Trail and in Blairmore,
Alberta. At one time he manufactured ice cream at an incredible rate of 400
imperial gallons per day. When people couldn’t afford to pay, he accepted empty
bottles, which he resold to bottlers in British Columbia. He became known as “The
Bottle King” and even advertised in newspapers that he’d pay top prices to buy
bottles. Photo courtesy of Wikipedia.
About this same time, prohibition was mandated in Alberta in 1916, although alcohol could still be legally imported. Never one to miss an opportunity, Emelio used two Ford Model T’s to begin transporting alcohol from B.C. to the small Alberta mining communities in the Crowsnest Pass, and even as far as Lethbridge. Then when British Columbia also entered prohibition in 1917, Emelio moved his operation to Blairmore, Alberta, because of its proximity to Montana, a state that did not ban the sale of alcohol. This location was also close to the distilleries in B.C. Photo courtesy of Wikipedia.
Emelio
bought the Alberta Hotel in Blairmore and made it the base of his rum-running operation.
As luck would have it, Alberta banned the importation of alcohol in 1918. So, much
like Al Capone’s secretive tunnel operations through the train station in Moose
Jaw, Saskatchewan, Picariello went underground, literally, by excavating a hidden
room under his hotel. A tunnel was dug out to a road where the smugglers could park,
unobserved, and tote the alcohol through the tunnel. In case any noise should
filter up into the hotel, Emelio hired a pianist to play in the hotel’s lounge.
By 1918, Picariello’s operations
had grown to such an extent that he needed more vehicles and replaced his Ford
Model T’s with three larger McLaughlins (numbering six by 1922). More than just
a Bottle King now, he acquired the nickname Emperor Pic due to not only his
wealth, but his generosity with his friends and giving to the poor. When the
coal miners went on strike in 1918, he cashed in war bonds and distributed
money amongst the poor. This generosity endeared him to his recipients, which
may also have contributed to him being elected to a seat on Blairmore’s town council—despite
it being widely known he was involved in bootlegging.
Owning a thriving hotel
and several ice cream parlors in the Crowsnest area certainly gave Picariello
some advantage—it would not appear unusual or suspicious to see his vehicles traveling
about the area, making or receiving various deliveries. Despite his
precautions, Picariello’s growing success did not go unnoticed and drew the
attention of the newly-formed Alberta Provincial Police (APP). In an attempt to
halt the smuggling trade, the APP set up road checks along the main route
through the mountains. Picariello thwarted many of those efforts by lining the
sides of his vehicles with sacks of flour and burying the alcohol underneath a
couple of layers of flour sacks. He counted on the APP to do only a cursory
check for booze, if any. After this successful ploy, he gave away the sacks to
the poor. Another crafty manoeuver was to have vehicles travel several car
lengths apart, with the first empty of illegal cargo and the second car loaded
with hidden booze. If the police stopped to check the decoy car, the second car
would either drive by while the police were occupied searching the first or
they would keep enough of a distance that they could retreat undetected.
No doubt this is where Filumena Lossandro (nee Costanza) featured in the scenario. Born in Cosenza, Italy in 1900, Filumena immigrated with her family to Canada in 1909. In Fernie, B.C. she met and married her husband who was a chauffeur for Picariello and later became involved in the bootlegging operations. As an employee of Picariello, she’d perhaps be in the lead car, either driving or as a passenger, and using all her feminine wiles, would keep the police distracted. She was also rumored to be Emilio’s mistress, even though he was married and had six (or seven) children. She was definitely with Emilio on that fateful September day in 1922 when their world fell apart. Photo courtesy of Wikipedia.
Earlier that day of September
21st during a sting operation, Constable Lawson of the APP had been
in a car chase with Stefan Picariello, Emelio’s oldest son. The policeman shot Stefan
in the hand. Upon hearing the news and thinking his son was dead, Emelio,
accompanied by Filumena confronted the policemen. During the argument, Lawson
was shot and later died. Emilio and Filumena were arrested the next day and
charged with murder. They pled not guilty and managed to be tried together (to
supposedly save the Crown court costs) but in actuality, they thought they
stood a better chance of being acquitted because of Filumena being a woman.
After all, female murderers were rare. The police could not establish which of
the suspects had pulled the trigger because they weren’t confessing and the
only witness was the constable’s very young daughter. The trial was held in
Calgary in late December 1922. The jury found them guilty and sentenced to
hang.
Emelio and Filumena were
executed on May 2, 1923 just a few months before prohibition ended. Filumena is
the only woman to ever have been hung in Alberta.
Several books have been
published about Emperor Pic’s life. When this writer visited the Crowsnest Pass,
particularly the Frank Slide Interpretive Centre in the late 1990s, a play was
performed there about Emelio and Filumena. Regrettably, I can’t recall for certain
if I saw it, but the crime piqued my interest. I do recall watching the stunning
short film made of Turtle Mountain’s massive rock slide. Even all these years
later I recall the dark screen, the sound of a single rock tumbling through the
darkness, then a second, a third and then a rush of rocks hurtling down the
mountain and spilling thousands of tons through the valley. I wrote a blog about
it last year.
The life-size cardboard cut-outs of miners and their wives displayed in the Interpretive Center haunt me to this day. It compelled me to write a book about it. That story I condensed a couple years ago into a novella and set it in a fictitious town in Colorado. It’s part of an anthology called Hot Western Nights published by Prairie Rose Publications. Below is an excerpt from Diamond Jack's Angel. Photo courtesy of Nicholas Clements Photography.
Excerpt: Diamond Jack's Angel
Jack Williams rode up the mountain trail to pick up his shirts. He could have had them done at the laundry in town, but he liked to give Angela a little help. He snorted. Who am I kidding? I just like seeing her. Too bad she doesn't feel the same.
Angela
had made it quite clear she disapproved of him when more than once she had come
into town to look for her grandfather in the saloons. For some reason the old
miner preferred his saloon and often stayed too long. A few times when old
Leopold got too deep into his cups, Jack had taken him home to the camp, afraid
he’d fall off the mountain if he didn’t.
Coming
up through the trees, Jack saw a woman and a dog standing at the edge of the
clearing. No other women lived here, but he’d recognize Angela’s shape anywhere.
She was the only female in Brookstown who wore her golden hair in a braided
crown on her head, just like a princess would wear a tiara. Just once, he’d
love to see her hair flowing around her shoulders.
“It’s
me—Jack,” he called so she would know it was a friend approaching. At least he
hoped she saw him as a friend.
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I did not know Canada had dry areas too. A fascinating piece of history here, and such a tragic waste of life for no good reason.
ReplyDeleteNational prohibition occurred from 1918-1920 as a war measure, but whenever something's banned, there are always people who will find a way to profit from it illegally. I agree, a tragic waste of life. I'm guessing that Filumena was also hanged because it was a policeman who was killed. The death penalty was abolished in 1976 for murder, treason and piracy. Thanks for stopping by, Christine.
DeleteInteresting story, Elizabeth. I couldn't help feeling sorry for Emilio and Filumena. His crafty business sense and her chutzpah should have been seen in a positive light. If only they hadn't shot Lawson! What bad luck that all this happened just before prohibition came to an end.
ReplyDeleteNot all criminals are dumb. Emilio was definitely a smart man who chose greed over morality. I've often said if criminals could direct their clever minds to legal activities, the world would be a much better and safer place. I feel sad for his wife and children who would have suffered from this scandal. Thanks for stopping by, Arlene.
DeleteWhat a sad story.
ReplyDeleteYour excerpt is very intriguing- tmepts me to read on.
Yes, definitely a sad ending. It's so ironic that he was well respected by the public despite his bootlegging activities because of his kindness to the poor. He no doubt remembered his humble beginnings and could empathize with people in need. I cannot forget the suffering I saw in the photographs of the miners and their wives, so I have a soft side for Emilio's generosity to the poor, especially when he gave money to them during the miner's strike in 1918. Thanks for stopping by, Lindsay. I hope you get a chance to read my novella in Hot Western Nights. That story is very close to my heart.
DeleteA great read!
ReplyDeleteAwww, thank you, Chia. You are so kind. Thank you for taking the time to read my blog. I appreciate you stopping by.
DeleteI always love when you post some history about Canada. I did not know that Canada had Prohibition like the United States. My maternal grandfather worked in the coal mine in Shamokin, PA in his early youth. There is a picture of him in the family album at the mouth of the mine covered in coal dust holding my mom when she was just a baby. It was a hard, dangerous way to make a living with very little pay.
ReplyDeleteI thought I had HOT WESTERN NIGHTS, but, hanging my head in shame, I don't. I must go get it off Amazon ASAP.
As always, I wish you the very best, Elizabeth.
Thank you for saying you love to hear about Canadian history. When I started writing my first book back in 1982, I felt strongly that Canada had interesting history and amazing scenery, and why can't romances be set here, too, not just in the U.S. or England (I read a lot of Harlequins when I was expecting my twins and had to lie down a lot. My first book included some history of the Yukon gold rush history tied into a contemporary action/adventure romance. All my books are set in Canadian locations because I felt readers would be interested in reading a story in a different setting. None of the romances I'd read were set in Canada except one and the British writer made no effort to research Calgary for her setting, and I knew Calgary very well . Yes, coal mining was a hard, dirty job, working in the dark, let alone the danger of a shaft collapsing. We've had our share of mining disasters over the years. Hot Western Nights is a delightful anthology and I'm so proud to be part of it. The anthology has received 5-star ratings. Thank you for stopping by, Sarah. You're always so kind and supportive.
ReplyDeleteI appreciate you caring about my grandfather and helping to preserve his memory. I want to express my gratitude to the person who responded with their worry for his children and wife and their well-being. Everyone moved and made progress. His grandson (myself), who currently resides in the United States and has seven children of his own wishes he had the chance to get to know him ( Phoenix, Arizona). I like hearing and reading each different account of what happened. Many thanks
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