Descendants
In 1858, At the age of 57, Bernardo Yorba died leaving behind a large and prosperous rancho and many children. Some sources list his death on November 28, 1858. Other sources list his death on October 21, 1858.
He married his first wife Maria de Jesus Alvarado in 1819. After her death, he married Felipa Dominguez in 1829, and after her death, Andrea Elizalde (Davila) in 1854.
| The children of Bernardo Yorba and Maria de Jesus Alvarado (1796–1828) | |||
|---|---|---|---|
| Name | Birth/Death | Married | Notes |
| Dolores Yorba | 1824 - | ||
| Raymundo Yorba | 1826–1891 | Francisca Dominguez, Concepcion Serrano | |
| Maria Ynez Yorba | 1827–1911 | Leonardo Cota | |
| Ramona Anselma Yorba | 1828–1849 | Benjamin Davis Wilson | |
| The children of Bernardo Yorba and Felipa Dominguez (1812–1851) | |||
| Name | Birth/Death | Married | Notes |
| Maria de Jesus Yorba | 1831 - | Anastasio Botiller, Thomas J. Scully | |
| Prudencio Yorba | 1832–1885 | Maria de los Dolores Ontiveros | One of their children, Angelina Yorba, would marry Samuel Kraemer in 1886. |
| Jose de Jesus Yorba | 1833–1881 | Soledad Lugo | |
| Marcos Yorba | 1834–1892 | Ramona Yorba | |
| Leonora Yorba | 1838 - | John Rowland | |
| Trinidad Yorba | 1840–1881 | Jesus Lugo, Josefa Palomares | |
| Vicente Yorba | 1844–1903 | Erolinda Cota | |
| Sinobia / Zenobia Yorba | 1845–1892 | Thomas Rowland | |
| The children of Bernardo Yorba and Andrea Elizalde (1830 - ) | |||
| Name | Birth/Death | Married | Notes |
| Bernardo Antonio Yorba II | 1855–1888 | ||
| Francis Xavier Yorba | 1856 - | Victorine Carnaham | |
| Gregorio Yorba | 1857 - | ||
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