Sierra Madre Villa Hotel ca. 1886
By Carleton E. Watkins
Courtesy of the California History Room
California State Library, Sacramento, California
There is nothing like Christmas through a child's eyes.
William Lauren Rhoades grew up in the 1870's and 80's at the Sierra Madre Villa Hotel.
His dad, William Porter Rhoades, was the proprietor of the Villa and
co-owned the Villa along with his father in law, artist William Cogswell. At the time, the Sierra Madre Villa Hotel was a famous West Coast resort located in the
foothills of what is now East Pasadena. The hotel is the namesake of
Pasadena's Villa Street and present-day Sierra Madre Villa Avenue, which served as
the access to the old hotel.
William Lauren Rhoads retained an interest in local history and, as a retiree, was active in local historical societies. In about 1930, William recounted the history of the Sierra Madre
Villa in a short book titled History of the Famous Sierra Madre Villa Hotel. In the book, he describes what Christmas was like at the Villa. The story
includes a donkey named after his mom, a giant Christmas tree and more.
I enjoy Rhoades' account and it is worth revisiting. So, without further adieu, let's travel with Mr. Rhoades back to
East Pasadena in the late 1870's.......
From The History of the Famous Sierra Madre Villa Hotel by William Lauren Rhoades:
When Christmas time rolled around the real fun began. I will describe a typical Christmas day in the late seventies. The day before Christmas was one of excitement for all were preparing the gifts, some driving into Los Angeles,
a thirty mile drive, to get the last few gifts needed and to shop for
all the rest and only about two dry goods stores, two book stores and a
few other places to purchase but that made it all the more exciting.
There was a tree to sit up fully nineteen feet high, that was the height
of the ceiling, and a spread of branches in proportion. Then the
trimmings, popping the corn and putting on the cornucopias, hanging the
glass balls and the angel on the top. That day the Chinese boy, Sam,
made mysterious trips to Mother's room with packages coming from the
servants and Chinese on the ranch.
Christmas morning was always the opening of an eventful day. I well recall Christmas
of 1878. After breakfast I was taken out to the front of the house and
there stood my donkey, which was given me two years before to ride and
I named her after my Mother, Jennie, and there she was hitched up to a
two wheeled cart made to order with a swell leather seat, the running
gear was painted red and the body black, the harness was black with
shining brass buckles. The guests all stood round enjoying my delight. I
took Mother in at once and we drove off in style and many were the
happy days I had with the children at the Villa in that turnout.
Christmas morning the coach that ran to the San Gabriel Southern Pacific
Railroad Station daily for the mail and passengers, was ready to take
any who might wish to go to the Episcopal Church in San Gabriel,
as was the custom on Sundays. Then the day passed and all were in
readiness for the big event in the evening with the Christmas tree.
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Rhoades goes on to describe the evening festivities that took place
in the hotel parlor with the Rhoades family and hotel guests attending.
Christmas carols were sung and the tree was "stripped." There was a
gift exchange with Villa's many Chinese workers. Rhoades reports that,
to the delight of hotel guests, the workers would enter the parlor with
a flourish. Dressed in fine silks, the workers had "their heads freshly shaved with their cues hanging down their backs with red ribbons braided into their hair."
They came bearing gifts of sweet lichi nuts, ginger and dainty cakes.
In turn, the workers were given a fattened pig for roasting.
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If you're interested to know more about the Sierra Madre Villa Hotel, I've a
dozen or so posts on the Villa that are categorized under the Labels
heading on the right side of this blog.
Saturday, December 23, 2017
Wednesday, July 19, 2017
Alligator in the Avocado
We see many alligator lizards around here and I've posted about these reptiles before. This is the first time I have seen one in a tree. It is a little hard to spot, but this alligator lizard has kind of wrapped itself on the limb of an avocado tree.
Tuesday, July 4, 2017
July 4th -- America the Beautiful
In 1893, poet and Wellesley College professor, Katharine Bates, came west to teach summer school at Colorado College. The young professor was inspired by her train trip from New England, a trek to the top of Pikes Peak and by the fertile expanse of this country. She penned a poem that first appeared in the Congregationalist magazine to commemorate July 4, 1895. Bates continued to revise the work and, in 1911, arrived at the final version of the lyrics to America the Beautiful.
Bates continued writing and teaching and passed away in 1929. After it was published, her poem was quickly put to music and became enormously popular across the country. Through her life, the professor, gave free permission "hundreds and thousands" of times to use her American the Beautiful lyrics. Later in life, she reflected on her poem's enduring popularity. She wrote that the “hold as it has upon our people, is clearly due to the fact that Americans are at heart idealists, with a fundamental faith in human brotherhood.”
America the Beautiful
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for pilgrim feet,
Whose stern impassion’d stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America! God mend thine ev’ry flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!
O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved,
And mercy more than life!
America! America! May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness,
And ev’ry gain divine!
O Beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam,
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
Bates continued writing and teaching and passed away in 1929. After it was published, her poem was quickly put to music and became enormously popular across the country. Through her life, the professor, gave free permission "hundreds and thousands" of times to use her American the Beautiful lyrics. Later in life, she reflected on her poem's enduring popularity. She wrote that the “hold as it has upon our people, is clearly due to the fact that Americans are at heart idealists, with a fundamental faith in human brotherhood.”
America the Beautiful
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for pilgrim feet,
Whose stern impassion’d stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America! God mend thine ev’ry flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!
O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved,
And mercy more than life!
America! America! May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness,
And ev’ry gain divine!
O Beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam,
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
Tuesday, June 27, 2017
Bear Damage
Our first bear damage of the season -- broken fence stringer. The lower rung of the fence was no match for the weight of the bear. CA Fish and Wildlife says black bears typically weigh 100-200 pounds for adult females and 150-350 pounds for adult males, though California black bears have been weighed at more than 600 pounds. These are big animals.
How do I know it was a bear that broke the fence? Well, ,our trash can (with bear proof latch) was knocked over and there was a pile of bear poop steps from the fence.
How do I know it was a bear that broke the fence? Well, ,our trash can (with bear proof latch) was knocked over and there was a pile of bear poop steps from the fence.
Wednesday, May 24, 2017
Remembering Winter Rains
Saturday, January 14, 2017
Sunrise Over East Pasadena
Sunrise earlier this week, looking east from my office near Lake Ave. and Colorado Blvd. Among the many benefits of last week's clouds and rain.
Tuesday, January 10, 2017
An Afternoon with My City in Your City
View from the Green House at Zorthian Ranch, overlooking Altadena, Pasadena and downtown Los Angeles |
Sunday afternoon I had the pleasure of attending a "My City in Your City" brunch presented by architect David Wolf. As was appropriate for the subject, the event was held in the foothills overlooking Altadena and Pasadena.
Wolf related the story of "My City," a 1916 exhibit in Pasadena designed to secure public input for future plans for the city. The exhibit ran for six weeks and was attended by more than 8,000 people. Quite a turnout considering the entire city population back then was about 40,000.
Mr. Wolf's presentation is entertaining, educational, insightful and inspiring. He has reached back in Pasadena history, found greatness, and brought it forward for our use today. There is a lot to take away from the My City story. More information is at the My City website and Facebook.
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The presentation reminded me of just how highly residents of a century
ago regarded this city and how lofty were their ambitions. Materials included a 1916 Pasadena Star News article describing the
My City effort. The Star News writer, Henry James, refers to Pasadena as "one of
the beauty spots of the continent" and goes on to describe the My City
experience as one that will "obtain the cooperation of the citizens in
choosing the best out of the good; in deciding what shall be done first
and of proving to them that it is within their power to do anything they
please."
I was also reminded of "Imagine a Great City," which was the theme for public meetings in the early 1990's which led to the 1994 Pasadena General Plan. As a relative newcomer to Pasadena, I was taken by the theme -- it invited creativity and communicated a public spirit, enthusiasm and expectation that we could help make Pasadena that great city. Maybe it wouldn't work in other cities. Others might aspire to be good cities or nice cities. But, with it's beautiful natural setting, its neighborhoods, trees, Civic Center, remarkable history, and past example of reaching for lofty goals, it seemed fitting that Pasadena would aspire to be a great city.
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