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Perry Mason’s Mysteries Rooted in Ventura

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perrymason1A triangular buttress supports the Mission San Buenaventura

facade that was fractured by an 1812 earthquake.

— Cecil Scaglione photo

 

By Beverly Rahn, Mature Life Features

VENTURA, Calif. —- One of the biggest mysteries to locals is why the ghost of Erle Stanley Gardner hasn’t lured more visitors to his home town.

Hundreds of thousands of tourists and travelers, most of them from the sprawling Los Angeles metropolis an hour away on the portion of Highway 101 that’s called the Ventura Freeway, visit Santa Barbara next door each year.

They drive right by the Pierpont Inn, where the creator of Perry Mason went for victory dinners after his successes in the nearby Ventura County courthouse. It was straightforward country-lawyer cuisine — steak, baked potato and green salad —  but it’s no longer on the inn’s regular menu. Nowadays, you should try the bouillabaisse.

Gardner began his 150-novel career, which he launched with a short story using the pseudonym Charles M. Green, in his second-floor law office at California and Main streets overlooking downtown’s commercial core.

He didn’t have to turn to writing to achieve success, said Richard Senate, who has written about Ventura’s most famous resident and bills himself as a tour guide and ghost hunter.

“Erle Stanley Gardner was a good lawyer and probably would have become at least a California Supreme Court judge,” Senate said.

“He was a founder of the Downtown Lions Club and the Elks Club here. But he was — he would have liked to have been — Perry Mason. He actually did pull off some of the stunts that appeared in the Perry Mason books, movies, radio shows, comic books and television shows.

“To keep from getting mixed up with his settings, Gardner used this courtroom, his office and the views from each of them as models for his settings.”

Visitors to the real courtroom enter the City of Buenaventura — that’s the official name of the municipality popularly known as Ventura — city hall through its bronze sliding grilled entrance adorned with depictions of lima beans. (“Ventura was once the lima-bean capital of the world,” Senate explained.)

Railway officials shortened the city’s name because it was too long for their schedules.

The civic center, perched on a hill overlooking Gardner’s office and the Pacific, served as a courthouse until it was scheduled for demolition after a 1962 earthquake. The city bought it for $140,000 and spent $4 million making it quake-proof. The prototype of Perry Mason’s courtroom is on the second floor.

“After World War II, a young Navy officer named George Bush came here with his family in 1949 to learn the oil business,” Senate said.

Keeping an eye on the comings and goings in front of City Hall is a bronze statue of Fr. Junipero Serra, the Franciscan friar who founded Mission San Buenaventura in 1782.

The mission, a half-dozen blocks below the civic center, features a triangular buttress across its face — a support installed after an 1812 earthquake fractured its face. Also visible are two metal crosses imbedded on each side of the front door. These are assurances that the building will remain operating as a Roman Catholic church into perpetuity.

Visitors can circle these two complexes on a variety of walking and motor tours of such attractions as blocks of Victorian houses, oil-boom mansions from the 1920s, flower gardens, some three-dozen antique boutiques downtown alone, and a meandering string of art studios, galleries and workshops.

Senate offers an array of spirited attractions. On the list are ghost-and-ghoul hunts in and around City Hall, Pierpont Inn and various downtown restaurants, a trip back to 3,000-year-old artifacts left by ancestors of the present-day Chumash Indians, and an opportunity at attempting to unravel the location of Mission San Buenaventura’s legendary treasure chest crammed with gold and silver.

But there are more than mansions, missions and mysteries to experience in this coastal community a $30 shuttle ride from Los Angeles International Airport.

Ventura’s oceanfront harbor, which offers marine diversions to please visitors of all ages, is embraced by a 125-year-old pier and 33 acres of galleries, cafes and restaurants to suit all tastes. Boats shuttle several times a day to and from the Channel Islands for hiking, picnicking, snorkeling and camping.

Prices and times vary for the crossing but whatever vessel you choose is worth it just to watch the dozens of porpoise pods slip, slide, slap, soar, swoop and swish all around your boat as pelicans patrol overhead. You might also encounter orcas or gray, minke, humpback or blue whales.

Twenty minutes southeast of town, the Ronald Reagan presidential library is enshrined atop a Simi Valley hill. One visitor declared, after seeing the reproduced Oval Office, “I could sense the power of the presidency.”

 

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Written by Cecil Scaglione

January 8, 2017 at 8:37 pm

Havin’ Fun on California’s 101

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Baroque twin towers of Hearst's caslte
By Tom Morrow

Mature Life Features

It’s more widely known as Pacific Coast Highway but the old U.S. 101 is as storied as it’s more renowned neighbor, Route 66.

It’s where we took Marvin the Magnificent, our 1981 Chevy motor home — some of the remaining sections are obliterated by the Los Angeles metroplex — to re-collect fond memories and gather new ones along this 1,500-mile scenic coastal route that links Canada with Mexico.

It begins in San Diego, where the first California mission was established in 1769. Over the next half century, Franciscan friars opened a string of 21 missions that formed El Camine Real (The Kind’s Highway), which outlined the original route of 101.

As we rambled north alongside the Pacific Ocean, we trundled through such towns as Dana Point and Malibu until we reached Oxnard, about 60 miles north of Hollywood, and voila,  there it was: U.S. 101. Our first stop was in nearby Simi Valley, which houses the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library. My mom served him breakfast every morning when he was the play-by-play voice of the Chicago Cubs on WHO radio in Des Moines and passed on her reactions, all favorable, to me through the years.

Our next stop was at Solvang, home of Mission Santa Ynez, the 19th of the Spanish missions that form California’s backbone.  The Santa Ynez Valley is California’s wine country, locals will tell you. Other areas that claim otherwise are just pretenders, they say. The Hans Christian Anderson-looking Scandinavian village neighboring the mission has many attractions but we just took time for the Museum of Gasoline Pumps, since we were on automotive odyssey.

Pismo Beach was our next stop. The first motel in the world was opened to highway travelers in 1925 at nearby San Luis Obispo. It began as the milestone Mo-Tel and is currently called the Motel Inn.

A dozen miles north of San Luis Obispo is Morro Bay, called the Gibraltar of the Pacific because of Morro Rock punching out of the ocean just off the coast. It’s one of nine extinct volcanic peaks that punctuate the coastline down to ‘Obispo.

Another couple of dozen miles north, we detoured into San Simeon with its fabled twin-towered castle (see photo) built over three decades by newspaper baron, William Randolph Hearst. He couldn’t stop amassing “stuff” and his collection of artworks that he donated to the state  of California now draws more than a million visitors a year. The late Irish playwright, George Bernard Shaw, after being a guest at what Hearst called “the ranch,” said, “This is the way God probably would have done it if he had had the money.”

Up the road a piece is Monterey. There aren’t many cities that have played such an important role of California history. It was the capital of both Spanish and Mexican California and, for a time, the headquarters of territorial Gov. John C. Fremont during its transition to the United States. Besides being the site of the word-renowned Monterey Bay Aquarium and Maritime Museum, it’s also the home of John Steinbeck’s “Cannery Row,” which once was touted as the sardine capital of the world.

About 30 minutes inland is Salinas, the Pulitzer-Prize winner’s home town in “The Salad Bowl of the World.” Housed in the National Steinbeck Center there are scenes re-created from such books as “East of Eden” and “Grapes of Wrath,” clips of movie versions of his works, and his notes and references.

Next door to Monterey is Carmel, home of Mission San Carlos Borromeo del Rio Carmel, the second mission to be established in California. Buried under its altar is the body of Junipera Serra, the founder of the first missions to open up the California coast to European settlers. Carmel garnered national attention some years ago when Clint Eastwood, the Oscar-winning movie-maker and star, was elected the town’s mayor.

From here, it was time to turn back south, saving the remaining sections of this road up through Redwood forests to the forthy Oregon coast for another time.

Copyright 2002 Mature Life Features

Written by Cecil Scaglione

August 11, 2011 at 9:23 am