Friday, March 09, 2012

Tour the Hollyhock House. We dare you.

Wright's
Hollyhock
This is a Hollyhock. Use your imagination. It's very stylized. 
It's what you get when you're a rich oil heiress and you mention to your architect that you like hollyhocks. You get a house covered with them. And on the garage and outbuildings too.
The house is just down the street from us, set in lovely Barnsdall Park on top of Olive Hill. Birdie and Stan took a nice morning walk there, strolling along Edgemont Avenue. The park is very pet-friendly, the house is not pet-friendly. Come to think of it, the house isn't exactly people-friendly either. Stan and the rich oil heiress both found that out for themselves. More on that later.

Hollyhock House is Frank Lloyd Wright’s first Los Angeles project. Built between 1919 and 1923, it represents his earliest effort to develop a regionally appropriate style of architecture for Southern California. Wright himself referred to it as California Romanza, using the musical term meaning “freedom to make one’s own form”. In addition to the central garden court, each major interior space adjoins an equivalent exterior space, connected either by glass doors, a porch, pergola or colonnade. A series of rooftop terraces further extend the living space and provide magnificent views of the Los Angeles basin and the Hollywood Hills.
The site plan included a home for Aline Barnsdall (she never married, wanted to be an actress) and her privileged young daughter; two secondary residences, a theater, a director’s house, a dormitory for actors, studios for artists, shops and a motion picture cinema. Because of financial and artistic differences, only the two secondary residences and the Barnsdall home, Hollyhock House, were ever built.
In 1927, Aline Barnsdall gave up Hollyhock House and eleven surrounding acres to the city of Los Angeles for use as a public art park in memory of her father, Theodore Barnsdall. For the next fifteen years the house was home to the California Art Club, which made full use of its dramatic design to stage plays and display artwork. The house was leased again in the 1940s and 1950s by the Olive Hill Foundation. The house was altered repeatedly to accommodate the needs and tastes of these organizations.
Hollyhock House was built long before the
Griffith Observatory appeared on the horizon.
Hollyhock House has been named one of the most significant structures of the 20th century by The American Institute of Architects and achieved National Historic Landmark recognition in 1997. The house attracts thousands of visitors annually, acknowledging its place in the cultural and architectural history of Los Angeles.
Tours are conducted ($3 for a senior citizen and his camera bag) by a gang of Napoleonic docents, some paid by the city, some volunteer. Their internecine rivalries are apparent upon arrival. Our guide, an ex-Minnesotan, wore a single white glove as well as an unmistakeable air of superiority.
He did his best to prevent photography inside (understandable) and of the exterior as well (what?), insisting that photographs be taken later from beyond the chain link fence surrounding the building after his tour. Really.
Battles at the Hollyhock House began long ago when the egomanical Wright broke ground and have been raging since. The client herself never rested easy there, abandoning the home after seven years.
We stood in her bedroom with its magnificent balcony overlook of LA on one side, a fireplace and descending staircase on another, a built-in bookshelf under an oddly-positioned skylight on another, and exquisite floor-to-ceiling stained-glass windows on a fourth.
The perplexed heiress contacted her architect, who was in Japan, working on the famous earthquake proof Imperial Hotel, with a question: "Where do I put the bed?" she asked.
The response from the renown architect? "Put a futon on the floor."
Lord Almighty.
Then ninety-years later, a tourist from Minnesota is told to take his photos through a chain link fence.
This Hollyhock House is one interesting, feisty place.
Unauthorized photo taken from in front of the chain link fence.

The list, continued

  • Gas up to $4.499 at the neighborhood Valero.
  • Can't find French salad dressing anywhere.
  • Sixty degrees in Shakopee on Saturday and Sunday.
  • A can of peaches costs $2.50 at Albertson's.
  • Stan broke a filling on an M&M, needs Dr. Mayerle.
  • Kathleen finally dared a solo in LA traffic, escaped without incident.
  • Birdie getting wooly, needs her groomer.
  • No earthquakes, so far.
All good reasons to start packing soon.

Thursday, March 08, 2012

Really? This changes everything . . .

Received this press release today, dateline Shakopee, Minnesota:

Stonebrooke will open March 14
The golf course will open for the 2012 golf season on Wednesday, March 14th.  We are very excited for the start of the season and hope to see everyone soon.  The 10 day forecast looks beautiful with temperatures in the 60's (Let's hope they are right this time).
This is a great reason to play hooky from work and
get your first round of the season in at Stonebrooke Golf Club.  

Sleeping with the memories

Mark and his new bride, Julia, with the new quilt.
Throughout his misspent youth and his productive adult life, ex-Minnesotan Mark Rikess has been a concert promoter's dream: He's not only an avid fan of a variety of popular groups and performers, he buys a ticket to the show AND he always buys the tee shirt commemorating the event. This behavior has resulted in a trove of tee shirts accumulated over the years (The Boss, Dylan, Beatles, U2, Suburbs, etc., etc). The newlywed recently came up with an idea: make the collection into a quilt. Mark chose his favorite shirts and had a seamstress make up this spectacular keepsake quilt.
We were guests of Mark and Julia last night and enjoyed a fabulous dinner in their Los Angeles home, which is perched over an abyss beneath the iconic Hollywood sign. We listened to some music, of course, and yes, we watched the rushes of their June wedding video too. Very sweet.
BTW, plenty of material is left for more quilts.
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becky said...


I can dig it. I'm involved in a tee-shirt quilt for Hunter and/or Blake...they've worn out and grown out of a couple dozen ISU shirts...wish I knew the how-to.
Thursday, March 08, 2012 2:10:00 PM


Anonymous Sister Quilter said...


hahahaha, Becky. I have a t-shirt project for Zach (his teen years)in storage. Have the blocks made and am now "aging" it until I find the instructions and time again. Search the internet, I remember there were lots of how-to there, such as dealing with the joining of stretchy and non-stretchy material
Friday, March 09, 2012 11:05:00 A

Wednesday, March 07, 2012

We dine at the oldest restaurant in Hollywood


Est. 1919 -- still a popular restaurant on Hollywood Boulevard.
"It was starting to come down hard. The man and the woman had been driving from the desert since early morning. By the time they turned on to Hollywood Boulevard, the rain was bouncing off the windshield of their sedan. The heater was broken and the man rubbed his knuckles while the woman clutched her coat around her neck. They listened to the radio, waiting for a bulletin. The sun had gone down hours earlier and they watched the rain puddles turn from green to yellow to red from the traffic signals. They were on their way to meet a man with a brief case at the oldest restaurant in Hollywood. The driver looked at his watch as he pulled over to the curb. They were right on time.
WELCOME TO MUSSO AND FRANK
We arrived well before the dinner hour, so Capt.
Mike Andolini had plenty of time to talk.

"He parked the car and opened his door. The woman let herself out and they both rushed through the rain to the front door of the restaurant. It looked warm inside. They stepped in and the maitre ‘d greeted them.

“'Welcome to Musso and Frank,' he said."

~ “The Man with the Brief Case,” 1948 radio drama
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We had just completed the "Dearly Departed Tragical History Tour" of Hollywood, stopping at all the historic locations -- Here's where Marilyn stood on her front lawn to apologize about her separation from Joe; George Burns put his initials in the driveway, see?; that's the Black Dahlia house; John Belushi parked here, then died inside; Janis Joplin stayed in that room the night she overdosed; Sal Mineo got in a deadly fight in this alley; Natalie Wood lived here with Robert Wagner before she drowned; listen to the phone call made from this location by Michael Jackson's attendants -- you can't see the house, it's hidden behind the big hedge; Mae West bought this apartment building, lived in the penthouse; The Doors swung here; River Phoenix over dosed in there, now listen to his brother Joaquin make the desperate 911 call; the Menendez brothers plotted against their parents in that living room; Bugsy Siegel got shot through that window; and on and on.
The corner booth was always
available to Pickford, Chaplin
By now, we were totally sated with Hollywood "tragical history" and could now use a gnosh: we walked across the street to the Musso and Frank Grill, where earlier in the day Capt. Mike Andolini had invited us to return.
STEVE McQUEEN
favored this counter stool
We were too late for their famous funnel cakes, it was after 3 p.m., but we browsed down the menu and found most of the traditional fare they've been serving for decades. Prices from the 20s were posted in the hall by the john and gave us some smiles. Coffee, 10 cents; a pot, 20 cents.
We chose a booth where our waiter said he had served Rock Hudson and Raymond Burr; we passed the corner booth that was always available to Chaplin and Mary Pickford, United Artists was born there. The rat pack frequented the place; Mrs. Sinatra dined here regularly long after Frank died.
Click to enlarge old menu
Steve McQueen always sat over by the cash register, we were told.
Sean Penn dropped by the other day, but this place is more museum than trendy haute spot; the waiters are custodians of much of the history, some have witnessed it for 50 years.
Not only stars, but writers, producers and other show biz movers and shakers patronized the place for years. But times and the business have changed. "It's not like it used to be," the man who served Dean Martin his poached Eggs Benedict said, shaking his bald head. "No, it's not the same."
The food is the same. Today's special? Chicken Pot Pie. Kathleen said it was the best ever.
For more history on this classic venue, go to the official web site.
WE'RE NOT celebrities, but Sergio made us feel special anyway,  answering
our questions about the famous folks preceding us in this booth during 

his forty-years at Musso and Frank. (He's one of the younger waiters)

Tuesday, March 06, 2012

Pre-empted


O-Bomb-Ah'd. .  .
The President just couldn't wait any longer for his first news conference of the year. Never mind that we've been waiting since Jan. 31 to see the tape of our appearance on The Price is Right. Just as we were settling in to enjoy our show and all the craziness, Scott Pelly came on to say there would be a CBS News Special Report.
Oh well. The show did air in its entirety back home in a different time zone. Got a text saying that one of the girls saw Kathleen's head bobbing up and down. Can you see the stardust?

Monday, March 05, 2012

Check your local listings

Reminder: Tune in The Price is Right, Tuesday's Show
Don't miss the Price is Right tomorow, March 6. Stan and Kathleen weren't actually asked to "Come on Down" but they're in the audience none-the-less, hollering and waving. What a treat for funseekers. Set your DVRs. Excitement at its maximum. Look for Stan sitting with his legs in the aisle on the left side, as you look out from the stage. Kathleen is beside him, beside herself.
(Emily and Max -- don't you stay home from school for this).

Reunion

Stan, Linda, Rick. Mark (standing) put us together.
Thirty-five years ago, Rick and Linda left Minnesota after 10 years of working and living in Minneapolis. He was a professor at Augsburg College while she raised their two youngsters. The family eventually returned to their home state of California where their son is now a math teacher in Santa Monica and their daughter is finishing a PhD at Stanford.
A mutual friend, ex-Minnesotan Mark Rikess, staged a surprise reunion this weekend and we had a wonderful time talking about partying through the 70s.
It may be 35 years, but Linda well remembers the magic of a Minnesota Christmas and the excitement of new snow -- morphing into the long slog and bitter cold of the endless dark winter. She doesn't miss that. We agreed that we still look great and feel just as healthy as we were back in the day when Linda would take out her little tobacco pouch and zig-zags, then deftly roll her own cigarette.
She could still do it, she thinks, if pressed.

Saturday, March 03, 2012

Game On at The Church of Good Poker

From left, Hat Daddy, Reckless, Trip Queen and St. Paul Katie
Accountant Fast Eddie
organized the chips,
banked the cash.
The vintage garage doors on the Church of Good Poker were kept wide open this beautiful day on Rowena Avenue in LA.
The faithful gathered in the fellowship hall for a cash game of Texas Hold 'em and to renew friendships after a winter hiatus. Eager parishioners streamed in all afternoon, some early, some late, ready to partake in the action coordinated by host, Hat Daddy.
Fast Eddie, Reckless, Trip Queen (in from Minneapolis for the weekend) and St. Paul Katie got the game started and were soon joined by Doc and EPG.
Church of Good Poker
Honoring H.D.'s Pastor Papa
Laredo showed up too, but he had been under the knife just three days ago for a cardiac situation, so he just socialized casually today, avoiding possible lethal adrenalin jolts --- like when you flop the nuts. Meanwhile, his good wife had the most exciting hand of the day: EPG drew Quad Ducks, which was enough to top the Trip Queen's full house and create the undisputed Bad Beat of the Day.
Good Poker.
From left. Doc, Fast Eddie, EPG