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Classic Stories

Sep 14, 2009

South Pasadena’s historic old mansions exude a kind of early 20th Century literary quality. Can you sense it? There is a narrative to these homes. They read like pages out of America’s personal memoir.

Or maybe I just tend to romanticize things.

Still, it’s hard not to think of The Great Gatsby when I look at a place like this.

There was music from my neighbor’s house through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and he champagne and the stars.

Can’t you just imagine it in this house, too?

On week-ends his Rolls-Royce became an omnibus, bearing parties to and from the city between nine in the morning and long past midnight, while his station wagon scampered like a brisk yellow bug to meet all trains. And on Mondays eight servants, including an extra gardener, toiled all day with mops and scrubbing-brushes and hammers and garden-shears, repairing the ravages of the night before…

Go to Glimpses of South Pasadena




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