Monthly Archives: December 2018

New Year’s Eve 2018 Orphan Photo Re-View

New Year’s Eve is a holiday all about waiting.

To soothe you with distractions during the anxious hours before Midnight, the Valley Village View offers a look at photos that never made the editor’s cut. Good pictures, interesting subjects, and maybe I intended to blog about them, but never found the right angle, or didn’t have the time to research. Or conversely, I felt I had so MUCH to say about a subject that I set the whole thing on the back burner, and forgot. So fill the fireplace with enough wood to last until 12:00, curl up with your bottle of Korbel Brut, and enjoy the re-View!

LA’s City Hall shines in dark times; an incorruptible beacon aloof from the tawdry commerce of the streets.

In February, 2018, I went to Rome. I wanted to write about how Roman history affected the civic development of modern cities like Los Angeles. I still do.

Mother’s Day brunch at the Scientology Celebrity Center. It’s a thing.

The blog doesn’t need more photos of cacti. But note that they are frequently the victims of graffiti.

Alan Chapman and Gail Eichenthal, stalwart hosts of America’s number ONE classical music station, and America’s number ONE most popular NPR station, in any format. Go KUSC!
So I went to Lodi….here it is.
Lovely mid-century memorial mosaic in Valley Village Preesbyterian.
The atrium at the Central Library.

LA has fascinating cemeteries, but it seems morbid to highlight them more than once a year at Days of the Dead. One day I’ll get to Hollywood Forever, which has more famous stars than any other. Till then, taste eternity. The reflecting pool is the double grave of Douglas Fairbanks, Senior and Junior.

The campus at Los Angeles Valley College has been re-designed. You get the idea: “Old and New at Valley College.”

Saved from destruction, happily installed on the patio of the Idle Hour in NoHo.

Some curiosities of California vernacular architecture. A) Replacing a 100-year old redwood roof by scraping the old shingles off with pitchforks. B) The porch of a gorgeous Craftsman in Placerita Canyon, minus the Craftsman. C) The fascinating double-roofed cold storage house at Los Encinos, which turns out to be storing… D) A load of adobe bricks! Jackpot!

Corredore at NoHo High, forlorn during a school break.
L.A.’s replica of the Mexican bell that rang out the “Grito de Dolores”. This holiday, November 19, is celebrated as the beginning of Mexican independence from Spain.

I have no idea what this bell is — but it’s outside the Central Library.

Caution: Robot at Work. NoHo Station.

Every Labor Day, a little traveling fun fair still enlivens NoHo Park.
Local celebrity Angelyne, spotted in Valley Village.

Walk streets near the Southwest Museum, one of LA’s most historic neighborhoods. I came upon a memorial shrine in the staircase; and another to the Black Virgin of Guadalupe, whose apparition to Juan Diego is celebrated on December 12.

Happy New Year! Prospero ano! Viva California!

1924, San Fernando Valley

Thanks to the Security Trust National Bank for publishing this mind-blowing map of Home Sweet Home. It is a snapshot of a transitional period, at a moment when these communities were grappling with identity.

Would the Valley be rural? That was its 1924 present: the Valley was at its apex as an agricultural exporter to the world. Lankershim billed itself as the “Land of the Peach”. Most of the lots on this map are farm plots. The map is proud of the infrastructure of rail lines, the Southern Pacific and the Pacific Electric, hauling fruits and nuts out of the Valley.

But thousands of fruits and nuts were also streaming into the Valley: Mid-West sun-birds, Snow Belt retirees, religious seekers, studio gate-crashers, bootleggers, get-rich-quick wheeler-dealers, aviation pioneers, and middle-class starter-families, almost all white, and all susceptible to the “Land of Sunshine” mythos so heavily promoted in all the East Coast newspapers. They were buying the suburban Valley: these were the Security Trust’s customers. They saw this map as a string of separate, competing, up-to-date affluent suburban townships, each with its downtown shopping area with quick connections to LA, but thoroughly graded and paved for autos. Just like New Jersey or Connecticut, only sunny. Each suburb would have a few blocks of shady streets for the professional class, and beyond, miles of farming hinterlands to go peach-picking on the weekends. If each little township had its own water supply, this pattern might have prevailed to this day, as it did on the East Coast.

But they didn’t have their own water supply. By the mid-twenties, the little cities of the valley had just voted — sometimes with just a few votes — to merge with Los Angeles, in order to get its DWP water. See the ominous letters stamped over the Valley: “City of Los Angeles.” This fact determined the modern urban Valley, built wall-to-wall with block after placeless block of cul-de-sac tract homes, choking on smog, and congested with commuters and sprawl. Just three years after this, in 1927, the old farm town of Lankershim gave in to the future, ditched the peaches, and re-branded itself as “North Hollywood”. ‘Nuff said.

Note how many of the other street and town names have changed. In 1924 the center of Valley Village, today’s corner of Laurel Canyon and Magnolia, was the corner of 4th Street and Pacoima. All four corners had orchards.

https://waterandpower.org/museum/museum.html

Thanks to the DWP’s amazing history website, which hosts the map. Their site is full of old LA photos, and it is the best online source grappling with The Problem of Water and Civilization, Exhibit A: Los Angeles.

Damon Does Damon’s

Luncheon today at Damon’s Steakhouse, Glendale’s landmark 1937 Polynesian wonderland of mai tais, murals, and mahi mahi. Inch-thick steaks and crisp wedges of iceberg lettuce are the specialty, and the calamari and coconut shrimp are enough to make anybody glad they were born. We’re certainly glad Damon was, and also, Damon’s.

Mele Kalikimaka! Don’t get tanked this New Year’s Eve!