Okay, so where have I gleaned all of my (limited) knowledge- and curiosity- about LA? I would say the answer lies in the phrase- “the zeal of a convert”. I did not grow up in
. When I moved
here right after college, I wanted to learn about my new home, and the
(relatively) short history that it had.
I got books out of the library about “Old Hollywood”, and drove to
unfamiliar areas on the weekends. The contrast in neighborhoods, architectural
styles, and lifestyles was very different from the Los Angeles Midwest.
In my home state of
you can feel its past- the elementary school that I attended (built in the
1960’s) was named Ohio , because it
literally was a site of an island where there had been a fort- in 1673! Our
neighbors across the street went looking for Indian arrowheads in the woods
behind our house. A girl in my graduating class was a Mennonite, an offshoot of
the Amish community. Fort
has been here just as long, but it was populated by non- natives much later
than the East and the California Midwest. And, as has
been attested by many other people, LA loves to get rid of its past by tearing
things down. What remains, and what is newly made, is the essence of LA.