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December 31, 2017

Photo Essay: The Faces of Knott's Berry Farm

When people think of Knott's Berry Farm today, maybe they still can smell the chicken dinners or the boysenberry pie.



Maybe they feel the jolt of the roller coasters or the racket of an Old West gunfight reenactment.



As for me, I think of the faces.



Its ghost town wouldn't seem nearly as ghostly without those haunting, creepy figures.



It started with the "Calico Belles," Marilyn (inspired by the real Marilyn Hargrove Schuler) and Cecelia (inspired by the real Cecilia Peterson)—concrete figures sculpted and painted in 1954 by Claude Bell, Knott's resident sculptor.



They were modeled after two "Calico Saloon" dancing girls named Marilyn Schuler and Cecelia Peterson and sat on a bench at Calico Square.



Back then, getting your photos taken with their facsimiles was nearly as popular as seeing the real live girls doing the can-can in a show.



Since then, they've been replaced by Ruby and Flo, and more figural sculptures "of the period" have popped up around the park—even outside of the ghost town, as far over as Camp Snoopy.



Those saloon girls were just the beginning of Claude Bell's notoriety—having created Dinny the Dinosaur (a Brontosaurus) in 1975 and Mr. Rex (a tyrannosaurus) in 1986 out of steel and concrete (well, shotcrete) to help advertise his restaurant, the Wheel Inn (now demolished), in the town of Cabazon.



Moreover, credit can't be given entirely to Claude Bell for creating some of the most memorable faces at Knott's Berry Farm, as the animals in the menagerie merry-go-round were carved by craftsmen at the Dentzel Carousel Company nearly decades before Walter Knott opened his berry farm.



In fact, this antique Dentzel—one of only three found in Southern California (the others at Disneyland and Castle Park)—is among the oldest operating ones you can find anywhere.



Built in 1902, it resided at Hershey Park in Pennsylvania until 1936, when it moved to Brady Park in Canton, Ohio. It arrived in Buena Park in 1955.



In addition to its horses, it's got a giraffe, a deer...



...two pigs...



...a goat...



...and four ostriches.



Of the three rows on two separate platforms—for a total of 48 animals—only six of them have had to be replaced with fiberglass replicas.



This 1902 model is not to be confused with the carousel that was part of the Knott's Lagoon attraction, which had its own Dentzel carousel. The Lagoon was bulldozed and paved over for parking, and that carousel was auctioned off as part of Bud Hurlbut's collection in 1990.



Now, I go to a lot of amusement parks and county fairs and such. I'm up on all the latest trends and thrills. But no matter how much G-force the modern-day roller coasters can make me experience, and no matter how "real" virtual reality becomes, nothing will ever compare to the artistry and craftsmanship of these old, antiquated, mechanical machines with their galloping horses and snickering faces.

And nothing can haunt me quite like creations of Claude Bell and the other faces of Knott's Berry Farm.

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October 05, 2015

This 40 Year-Old Princess Has Found Her Kingdom

I grew up watching football players declaring "I'm going to Disneyland!" after winning the Super Bowl. It didn't occur to me at the time that it was an advertisement. It just seemed like Disneyland must be that good.

So when I was looking down the barrel of my 40th birthday, wondering how I would outdo the skydiving adventure of my 30th, the one thing I couldn't get out of my head was The Happiest Place on Earth. I didn't really want to do anything other than go to Disneyland—finally.

I may have had opportunities to go in the last four and a half years since moving to LA, but it's pricey, and I haven't wanted to go alone. I thought flying solo there would be really sad...and maybe just a little bit creepy. But when Edith and Michelle were up for doing whatever during their visit for my birthday, it just seemed like the perfect time to go.



Besides, I've always enjoyed my birthday at the end of September as the official kick-off of the Halloween season. And we managed to get tickets to "Mickey's Halloween Party," when Disneyland is all decked out, and taken over by the villains of their movies.



I don't know what better way to celebrate getting old(er) than visiting The Happiest Place on Earth during The Most Wonderful Time of the Year.



I didn't have lofty goals for my visit. I just wanted to be there. It's a slice of history and American culture that I had not yet experienced, and it's probably the closest thing I'll ever get to the '64/'65 World's Fair without time travel.



First stop: Space Mountain. We both came into this world in 1975, although the first one is actually at Walt Disney World in Orlando. This one in California opened two years later. Others have popped up around the world since.



I actually had no idea what I was in for, but because we were at an event that required a special ticket, we didn't have to wait in line for very long in order to find out.



Oh my God. Everywhere I turned, oh my God.



It was like I walked into a video game of my youth. Or a sci-fi movie I couldn't quite remember.



And then it got very dark, and we embarked on our wild ride through the Ghost Galaxy.



With a crick in my neck and a lurching stomach, we decided to take it easy in the Fantasyland section of the resort park and visit the King Arthur Carousel, built by Dentzel Carousel Company in 1922. Walt Disney bought it and moved it from Toronto to California, removing giraffes, deer, and other animals and replacing them all with horses. It's one of the few original rides from Disneyland's 1955 opening, 60 years ago, and it's very much a centerpiece of the park.



The story goes that Walt was inspired to create Disneyland while watching his daughters ride the Griffith Park Merry-Go-Round. He wanted to give more people a chance to experience that kind of magic. Now, everyone from preschoolers to adults clamor to ride Jingles, the lead horse, though they'll settle for any of the other white horses. Too bad they don't gallop off like they do in Mary Poppins.



There are a few other Fantasyland rides that are original to the park, including "Mr. Toad's Wild Ride," a reference to The Wind in the Willows...



...and "Snow White's Scary Ride," another "dark ride" that uses black light to illuminate various Disney characters and familiar backdrops.



Fantasyland reopened after a renovation in 1983, so most of the current iterations of the rides are from that.



The whole place is kind of spooky and weird at night. At my age, I remember Alice in Wonderland and Pinnochio and Sleeping Beauty, but the Disney movies of today are very different than what I grew up with. I was glad to see the park not totally taken over by Frozen, Tangled, or Brave...yet.



Instead, Disneyland will be closing some rides—some temporarily, some permanently—to make way for the new Star Wars Land. The Big Thunder Ranch area of Frontierland is pretty much being wiped out. Disney considers it the most underutilized and least-visited area in the park, but maybe because if you want an olde tyme Western experience, you'd just go to Knott's Berry Farm.

The only other park attraction I knew I had to hit (since Adventureland and its animatronic bird show at the Enchanted Tiki Room were closed) was The Haunted Mansion. At this point, the batteries on both my camera and phone had died, so instead of spending time trying to document everything, I just absorbed it.

This time of year, The Haunted Mansion features the extra layer of The Nightmare Before Christmas in its "holiday" iteration, which runs through Halloween and Christmas. There is so much going on in this dark ride, between the voices and the ghostly paintings and the dancing apparitions and the room that stretches and the "Doombuggies" that spin you around as you make your way through.

And just when I couldn't imagine any better way to celebrate my birthday, then came the fireworks, and the tiki drinks that followed at Trader Sam's at the Disneyland Hotel.

I'm going to try and let this experience linger with me for a while—the feeling of wonder and disbelief and, above all, belief. I'm going to try and not think about my 41st birthday, or worse yet, my 50th birthday.

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May 10, 2016

Photo Essay: Taking a Spin Into the Last Century in Balboa Park

I've always been overwhelmed by too many choices.

I don't want the world to be my oyster. If someone asks me, "What would you like?" I'll answer their question with another question: "What are my options?"

I do better working within some kind of constraint.

That's probably why I feel so overwhelmed every time I visit Balboa Park in San Diego. It's just too big. There's just too much to do there.

The first time I visited, I treated it like a hike. I just walked the pathways, took in the views, and made it back to my car when I was too tired.

This time, a specific event -- a tour of the world's largest outdoor musical instrument (photos forthcoming) -- brought me back to Balboa Park. But, instead of leaving afterwards and gallivanting around the rest of San Diego, I decided to stay and try to conquer at least a portion of the behemoth.



My first stop was an obvious choice: the carousel. I've stopped being shy about riding carousels by myself and being seen as the weird old lady. Who cares? As long as I don't surpass the weight limit and break a horse (or a seahorse), I'm good.

June 14, 2017

Photo Essay: How to Grow a City, From the Ground Up

As much as Orange County was once known as the "Orange Empire," you don't see many signs of that today.

All the orange groves—and orchards of other citrus fruits—seem to have given way to real estate developments.

And for that, you can blame the very same family (and company) that created such a massive agricultural enterprise in the first place: the Irvines.

Those who started out gangbusters as citrus-growers (shifting the area's land use away from ranching, grazing, and lima bean farming) ended up growing something far more profitable than any fruit: a city.

And while Irvine has already shown tremendous growth—from the ground up—since the late 19th century, it doesn't show any signs of stopping.



As early as 1897, after the death of the first James Irvine (a.k.a. James I), James II began giving away some parcels of the family's expansive Irvine Ranch. Those donations created wilderness areas, open spaces, and—in the case of Irvine Regional Park (then known as Orange County Park)—a gigantic, 160-acre playground for picnics and other recreation that's also Orange County's oldest park and California's first county park.



Over the course of the 120 years that followed, the quiet canyon park grew to a total of 477 acres—preserving many historic coast live oak and sycamore trees, some more than 500 years old, throughout the "little hollows and gullies" of the diverse ecosystems that range from native oak and riparian to coastal sage scrub.



The county park remained pretty wild for the first 10 years of its existence; but in 1913, its officials dredged the spring-fed marsh and banked it to form a lake. A year later, they added a boathouse and, in 1928, rechristened Orange County Park as Irvine Park.



It wasn't until the 1930s, though, that the Works Progress Administration contributed the picnic tables, BBQ pits, and Craftsman-style structures—like the hexagonal "Exhibit Hall" and the restaurant, both designed by Santa Ana architect Frederick Eley.



Those buildings are now used today as a ranger station and a nature center.



And, fortunately, there's still a lot of nature to be had at Irvine Regional Park—including a cacophony of birds—even though it spent years during World War II as a military training facility called Camp Rathkey (and a while even as a tuberculosis camp).



The most efficient way to get to know this historic park—and brush up on your Irvine history—is to take a ride on the Irvine Park Railroad.



Over the course of 12 minutes, you'll learn more about the park's centuries-old trees and poison oak grove than you ever would on your own.



The current 1/3 scale railroad didn't open until 1996 (as a venture to save the bankrupt county and inject some cash into the then-failing park)...



...but it recalls the bygone days when park visitors used to ride the rails upon a tiny train, back in the 1920s to the 1950s



The propane-powered train itself is a miniature replica of an 1863 C.P. Huntington mini at locomotive, manufactured by Chance Rides in Kansas.



It chugs along at a leisurely 7 mph...



...with a horsepower clocking in at 60.



The meandering, three-quarter mile ride transports you as much back in time as through the park.



While some of the Irvine-donated lands went to other good, non-commercial causes (like the UC Irvine campus), the Irvine Company eventually evolved from large-scale citrus growers to real estate developers.



And so once that train ride is over, and you eventually have to leave the park, you're catapulted back into modern-day Irvine—a corporatized city of massive shopping centers, master-planned residential communities, and other real estate holdings of The Irvine Company that seem to be in a never-ending phase of new development.



The Irvine Spectrum outdoor mall, for example, opened in 1995 and added a modern (but vintage-inspired) carousel in 2001. Manufactured by Barrango from South San Francisco—which has only part of carousel culture since the 1980s—the carousel at Irvine Spectrum certainly isn't the first one to have been plopped down into a shopping center.



But its placement there is interesting nevertheless, with a Spanish-themed design that matches the aesthetic of the plaza it's in—itself inspired by the Alhambra in Granada, Spain.



Among its 32 figures are fiberglass horses...



...as well as other menagerie animals that represent the designs of many of the renowned carousel carvers of the late 19th and early 20th centuries.



There's the flying mane horse...



...which was originally sculpted by M. C. Illions and Sons Carousel Works (1908-1927)...



...steed horses (sculpted by D C Muller Brothers, 1890-1928)...



...and armored horses...



...which were sculpted by Brooklyn's own Charles Carmel...



...a former carver for Charles Looff.



Carmel was also responsible for the design of the jeweled horses found here.



Among the menagerie, there's the not-very-Spanish camel design by Allan Herschell, as well as a white tiger, a cat with a fish in its mouth, a wild boar, an ostrich, a bear, a jackrabbit, and a deer by Gustav Dentzel.



And as though Irvine Spectrum hadn't gotten big enough already, The Irvine Company added a ferris wheel just one year after it had installed the carousel.



Not just any ferris wheel, either—but a "Giant Wheel" that rises 108 feet high off the ground.



Although made in Italy by Westech Limited, its dangling gondolas have been named after cities in Spain—like Madrid, Ronda, and Pamplona.



From up there, more than 100 feet off the ground, you can catch just a glimpse of what's become of the Irvine family's land empire: now totaling 93,000 acres, more than 1/5 of present-day Orange County. That includes nine miles of coastline and 22 miles inland.



And you can also see how the Irvine Spectrum continues to add new stores, restaurants, and parking structures—with active construction sites clattering away as that big wheel keeps on turning.

Of course, it's not all retail, residential "villages," and workspaces. Irvine Regional Park isn't even the exception when it comes to open spaces.

The Irvine Company has permanently preserved more than 60 percent of Irvine Ranch, carving out 57,000 acres for wilderness and wildlife so they won't fall prey to paved roads or any traffic other than that of the foot.

Look at it as The Irvine Company saving themselves... from themselves.

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