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Happy Birthday, LA!

The City of the Queen of the Angels was founded on September 4, 1781 (as a “Pueblo”). Gov. Felipe de Neve selected the site himself. It was directly adjacent to the Tongva rancheria of Yangna, along the Rio de la Porciuncula (which thereby became the Rio de Los Angeles). A major landmark in that sandy stretch of bottomland was El Aliso, the huge and ancient sycamore tree on the bank. The tree was the center of Yangna, and its shade and shelter. (Roughly, where Union Station’s Restaurant stands today.)

Tongva neophytes like these may have left, or been forced out of, Yangna, to live at Mission San Gabriel — in the process becoming “Gabrielenos.” But they and their family members may also have worked to build LA.

The Pobladores were skilled farmers, recruited from Sonora and Sinaloa in Mexico, and they walked here with their families and animals — first to San Gabriel Mission, which was the staging area, and administrative and supply base, for the settlement of the farm town. When all the emigrant parties had assembled on the morning of the 4th, the full party marched to the Yangna site, received their lots and farming tools, and a small civil ceremony was observed. Any family who stayed and farmed for four years would, and did, receive the deeds to their town lot and their arable fields. (Thus September, 1785, would mark the unofficial start of the game of “LA Wheel Estate.”)

The original site plan; this first version of the settlement was flooded out, but the same general configuration prevailed each time LA was re-sited.

The plan had a central Plaza, and a guard house, a spot for the eventual Placita church, and about a dozen house lots, each of which was assigned an irrigated strip of field along the river, and a non-irrigated strip for pasture or dry farming. By the Spanish code, municipal lands surrounded the town for one square league, and the streets were to be set on a diagonal to the cardinal compass points — for reasons that we would call today “passive solar” and “windscaping.” (Would that the modern city had kept the Downtown plan; it diminishes the “heat island” effect. Set on the Spanish Axis, LA’s carbon footprint would have been greatly reduced, forever, for free. Ah well. We also shouldn’t have axed the Red Cars.)

The city and citizenry had to be moved (twice) to higher plateaus as the River proved unruly; the Queen of the Angels finally settled in place only in 1818, and by 1824 the new adobe Plaza Church, Nuestra Senora La Reina De Los Angeles was dedicated. Of course, it was the Tongva of Yangna who performed most of the labor of building the adobe pueblo, and its last siting pretty much did in the old village of Yangna. El Aliso was all that was left along the River; Aliso Street took its shade to ford the River. The old sycamore tree became the brand name and logo of the El Aliso Winery, California’s very first international trademark (1842).

Most of the Tongva had been received at the Mission as Gabrielenos, but a few stayed around the new village and participated in the “secular economy”, which was the whole reason for the town’s founding. These Indian Angelenos dug the vegetable beds and tended the vines and piled the adobe bricks, learning these trades and taking some kind of goods in exchange, certainly clothing. It wasn’t forced labor, exactly, though it surely was exploitation. Anyway by the time the third Plaza was laid out and the zanjas were graded, Yangna had ceased to exist. The non-Mission Indians did continue to live right down by the River where they always had — but now those huts were “slums”, and the Indians were assimilated into the Spanish-speaking, floating urban proletariat of the Angelenos.

To honor the great and beautiful city that has grown out of the dusty pueblo, the View presents photos of the metropolis, garbed in but a few of her diverse raiments.

Ye Olde Taco House, on Hill St. since 1962.
And, of course, Beautiful Valley Village. It’s only a tiny district of a great historic Megalopolis, but it is as unique, vital and important to the whole, as any of LA’s neighborhoods.
The Canary Island date palm — ancient symbol of victory and resurrection. Happy Birthday, Los Angeles!

Bennett at the Bowl — All the Old Favorites

The oldest things in Hollywood are usually the best — so with Tony Bennett, the Hollywood Bowl, and Larry Freedman.

Excited for a night of Old Favorites

There was no “Stella By Starlight,” but then there was no starlight either, only the glamourous Bowl searchlights crossed in the middle of a wooly marine layer.

Mr. Bennett beamed his warm charisma to every single one of the Bowl’s 30,000 seats. And when he forgot all the words to “They All Laughed” except the title, which begins each phrase, that’s exactly what the crowd did: they all laughed. The man is 93, and Ira Gershwin was prolix.

One Minute of Tranquility: the incomparable Mr. Bennett makes life worthwhile with his Les Ford-style rendition of a Gershwin Old Favorite. Again, Tony drops the letter of Ira’s lyrics, but he delivers the ebullient spirit, in”Who Cares?”

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“They’re Holding A Directors’ Ball…”

Pouring rain, so they set up a marquee in the Dolby roof garden.

…”Diversity” was the watchword at the 71st DGA Awards Banquet, but it was sincere and no slogan. Speaker after speaker celebrated the recent strides Hollywood has made towards inclusion, though most also spoke soberly of how much work remains to be done to get more women, more people of color, more people with eccentric viewpoints, behind the camera in features. As much as anything like this can be, it was a thoughtful industry pow-wow, not just the usual celebratory Hoo-ha.

The DGA is the movie directors’ labor guild, founded in 1936, to the consternation of the studio moghuls. Charismatic, creative and independent artists of the most demanding and ego-centered sort, Hollywood’s powerful guild of directors has nevertheless been staunch for workers’ rights, not only their own. They have stood bravely against fascism, survived union-busting goons, suffered and resisted witch-hunting, Red-baiting, Pink Purges, and Lavender Scares. And, as some mentioned, it offers members staggeringly good insurance, probably the best medical benefits plan in the country.

After the speeches start and the red carpet is rolled up, the blue wall’s glamour belongs to whoever finds it.

Millard Sheets on Van Nuys Blvd.

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One of the best, but also one of the most hidden and forlorn, of the Sheets masterpieces is on Van Nuys Blvd between Victory and Van Owen. (Bank of America, shudder, now owns the former HSBC building and the mural.)

But although (because?) this is the historic heart of Van Nuys, and a boulevard of some architectural charm and historic interest, the neighborhood is one of the most blighted in Los Angeles. Why? God knows. Why ever.

It is astonishing to see this piece, done “only yesterday” in the 1950s, proudly proclaiming the Valley’s wealth and growth to power. When it was installed, Van Nuys was one of the wealthiest places in the country. Today the mosaic is locked behind security gates because the street entrance is too dangerous and blighted and trashy even to open to the public. There is one door into the bank, and that is from the parking lot — so the bank’s customers never get to glimpse the mural at all.

But what a beauty it is. The glorious Valley sun; the San Fernando Mission; the Los Angeles River; the 101/405 interchange; the labial Hollywood Hills; the huge dry-wheat farms of the 1870’s; the film strip for the movie studios; the aerospace rockets flying to the moon. Sheets’ genius captured the spirit of the Valley to a T.

Note Van Nuys Blvd. itself, horizontal at center of the mosaic. It still looks like that, as you can see from the header of my blog.