Chronological/Timeline Of Jesse James (Timeline)

Chronological/Timeline: (Jesse James)

(Hold up a gun) Everybody get down! I was born in Clay County, Missouri, on September 5, 1847. I was the son of a native from Kentucky, Zerelda Cole James, and her husband, Robert James. He owned many slaves and was a baptist minister. Also he was a hemp farmer who assisted in founding William Jewell College in Liberty, Missouri.

The first place I robbed was Daviess County Savings Association Bank. While it was my first crime, the crime, while far from my first act of violence, led me to be labeled an outlaw for the first time in newspapers and prompted the state’s governor to offer rewards for the capture of me and my older brother, Frank, who was believed to have taken part in the holdup.

In the 1869

bank robbery in Gallatin, the first incident that brought me to public notice as an outlaw was that I shot and killed the bank’s cashier in an act of revenge, because I thought he was Samuel Cox, commander of the pro-Union militia troops, who had murdered the leader of the Missouri guerillas Bloody Bill Anderson in October 1864.
After Frank and I robbed a train at Gads Hill, Missouri, in January of 1874, the Pinkerton’s National Detective Agency (PNDA) was called in to pursue us. Founded in Chicago in 1850 by Allan Pinkerton, a Scottish immigrant who had served as a full-time detective on the Windy City’s police force, the private agency was experienced in capturing train robbers because they had caught many before.
On the afternoon of September 7, 1876, my brother Frank and I, along with the Missouri guerrillas and three other associates, tried to rob the First National Bank (FNB) of Northfield, Minnesota. Rather than dying in a hail of gunfire while robbing a bank or train, I was killed while dusting a picture on the wall of my rented home in St. Joseph, Missouri, on April 3, 1882. After breakfast, I turned to straighten a picture on a wall of my home, and Bob shot me in the back of the head. I died instantly at age 34. People in Missouri were outraged at the method used to capture me and considered it a cowardly assassination.
Following my passing, there was speculation I faked my own death and someone else was buried in my grave. Over the years, several different men claimed to be me. In 1995, scientists seeking to resolve the question of who was buried in my grave exhumed my supposed remains from Mt. Olivet Cemetery in Kearney, Missouri; the remains had been transferred there in 1902 from the original burial site on the James family farm.