Memories of Pacific Palisades, Circa 1952-1970

Photo by Rich Schmitt, Staff Photographer
By TINA MOLLIS Special to the Palisadian-Post I recently became reacquainted with five of my grammar school girlfriends from Marquez Elementary (yep, Facebook). We had all attended Marquez, Paul Revere Junior High and Palisades High School (winter class of 1970), and for the most part, we hadn’t seen much of each other since graduation.   Our upcoming 40th high school reunion provided the impetus for a ‘pre-reunion,’ so we found a time where we could fly in and meet up for what turned out to be a glorious weekend. For three days we reminisced, laughed, caught up, walked around town (in the ‘village’), had a group professional photo taken, took drives, dined, laughed and yes’even cried a bit. We talked about how we all ended up there vis-‘-vis our parents.   In my case, my East-Coast parents moved from Coronado in 1952 when I was barely a year old. My father opened a dental practice at 859 Via de la Paz (later at 875 Via) and for most of my life we lived on Alcima near El Medio. When we took our reunion photo, the Palisadian-Post photographer asked me: What is different about the Palisades then and the Palisades now? Great question and one that gave me pause, as there are differences.   I had two immediate responses to his question: First, as kids, we felt very safe. From age seven and up, we could (and did) walk, roller skate, skateboard or bike to the village. We could go unsupervised all day long and play outside, go to the park, the Hobby Shop, the library or ice cream parlors. There were no nannies and our parents did not worry about our safety (even my strict Greek parents). On Halloween, we could go trick-or-treating all night (on those balmy Santa Ana evenings) without supervision. Groups of kids would collect grocery-sized bags of candy and walk into different neighborhoods for more loot.   In junior high and high school there were fun things to do during the day and at night. We would walk to the beach through the canyons and spend the entire day. At night we could meet up at the Bay Theater where there were hordes of kids out front. After the movies we could go to the Hot Dog Show, Will Wright’s Ice Cream or other locales. Some other favorite places were John’s Bakery, Leo’s Bicycle Shop, Buddy Ebsen’s Dance Studio, Anita Jeans and Dilly’s Ice Cream. The world was a safer place back then and, in this beach community, we could have lots of unsupervised, outdoor fun.   Second, Pacific Palisades was definitely a more affordable place to live and was home to people of all economic classes. Homes did not start in the millions of dollars. Yes ‘ we lived among celebrities/movie stars/industry elite (we saw and conversed with them in our markets and local stores; we went to school with their kids), but everyone was always friendly and pretty unfazed about it all. (I suspect they felt safer too ‘ I don’t remember any paparazzi.) You could own a home in the Palisades whether you were a mechanic, medical professional, gaffer, insurance salesperson, writer, actor, shop owner, musician, dancer or pilot. It was possible to live here as a homeowner or renter because it was affordable to more economic classes of people.   What I noticed now (and have been told by friends) is that homes get sold, torn down, and in their place stand huge mega-homes. It appears that the Palisades is unaffordable now to most people, but back then, we all lived here and enjoyed the small-town beach community feel within a large city.   During our ‘Marquez ‘reunion this spring, we did a lot of walking around town. One day, we went into a dress shop and while there, I was introduced to a woman whose name I recognized (I believed she had lived a few doors down from my old house). She was much older than me so I wasn’t certain, but when we started talking and I introduced myself as a possible old neighbor of hers she said, ‘Oh yes, I remember you ‘ you’re the dentist’s daughter.’ It’s funny how that comment meant so much to me. I couldn’t get it out of my head and have pondered why it resonated. I have concluded that it’s because I was quickly transported back to a time where people knew who you were and sort of kept track of you ‘ not in a meddling kind of way, but in a community kind of way. I thoroughly enjoyed this brief interlude with this woman who I barely knew then, but yet we knew of each other. There is a funny comfort in that and I wonder, does it even exist much anymore in our busy world?   Time has of course marched on and much has changed ‘ the Palisades along with it. Those in my generation are now middle-aged (how I hate that term). Some of us are parents, some grandparents, and our own parents are either quite old or have passed on. While I know intellectually that change is the one constant we can count on in life and that change is good, I cherish my memories of the ‘Old’ Palisades. When my father died in 1999, I went to the Post so they could put an obituary in the paper. I was met with the loving open arms of Roberta and a staff of professionals who wrote an entire article about my father and his life. That meant so much to me, and in fact I received cards from his old friends whom I had lost touch with. To be honest, when I graduated from PaliHi to start my life, I couldn’t wait to leave the Palisades. I was ready for adventure and returned only periodically to visit my father. I have since lived all over the United States and know I have had a great journey. I am married with a teenage daughter and have enjoyed bringing her back here for visits. I realize now that I took some things for granted back then and that I lived in the Palisades during a great time. As a child I faced much adversity (my mom died from cancer when I was 11). There were many people who helped me, and I don’t think I recognized that’How I lived in a community that was safe, that I could depend on, that knew who I was ‘ I was the dentist’s daughter. I am grateful that I grew up here when I did. Thanks, mom and dad, for moving here and to all the people in the community who made this a really great place to grow up. Tina Mollis lives in Seattle with her husband, Robert, and their daughter, Chloe.