Category: 1950s

Cutaways from the 1950s (1950 to 1959).

  • Cheap and Easy Dreams: Spadrom Estates and Herbert Heftler

    Located in Anaheim, California, Spradrom Estates was a $7.5 million development of 486 homes that broke ground in 1956.

    It’s still there.

    Hundreds of housing developments were built across the Southern California landscape in the post-World War II housing boom of the 1950s and 1960s.

    Fairview Ranchos Billboard, No Down Payment, 1957
    Enchanted Homes Billboard, No Down Payment, 1957
    Dutch Haven Billboard, No Down Payment, 1957
    Spadrom Estates Billboard, No Down Payment, 1957
    Spadrom Estates Billboard, No Down Payment, 1957

    Like most housing developments of that period, Spadrom’s original name disappeared at some point. Residents of Dutch Haven or Fairview Rancho might have used the name of their development for years, but “Spadrom” doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue.

    Spadrom Estates no longer has a collective name. It is just an area comprised of Ravenna, Rivera, N. Raleigh, Citron, and N. Ralston Streets. Its namesake, Spadra Road, has since been renamed Harbor Boulevard.

    Spadrom Estates, Anaheim, CA 1950s

    Already by the early 1960s, the Riverside Freeway was being rammed east-to-west across the top of Spadrom Estates, just below Orangethorpe Ave. Manzanita Park was built. All of that accounted for the loss of about half of the 486 homes.

    Spadrom Estates, Anaheim, CA, 1963

    Spadrom Estates also gives us an insight into the actual meat-and-potatoes life of the architectural photographer, Julius Shulman. Shulman is famous today for his stunning images of high-profile mid-century modern buildings.

    Julius Shulman, Hollywood Hills, 1960
    Julius Shulman, Eames House, Pacific Palisades, 1968

    But these are only the photos we remember today. Shulman made his living, too, by photographing very low-profile homes and developments, like Spadrom Estates.

    Spadrom Estates House, Anaheim, CA 1956
    Spadrom Estates House, Anaheim, CA 1956
    Spadrom Estates House, Anaheim, CA 1956
    Spadrom Estates House, Anaheim, CA 1956
    Spadrom Estates House, Anaheim, CA 1956
    Spadrom Estates House, Anaheim, CA 1956
    Spadrom Estates House, Anaheim, CA 1956
    Spadrom Estates House, Anaheim, CA 1956
    Spadrom Estates House, Anaheim, CA 1956

    Finally, we have the ambitions of entrepreneurs of that age with enough capital to buy yet another unbuilt area of the Los Angeles metro landscape and slap down a housing development to reap the rewards.

    Herbert Heftler, 1959

    Born in 1913, Herbert Heftler had a father who was a builder in New Jersey. Heftler did a stint in the Army, then into law school, but he really wanted to build homes. Described as a “dapper man who works like a dynamo,” Heftler was neat and non-flamboyant, his one nod to flair being his off-beat cuff links.

    Heftler married into Hollywood in 1961 by marrying Louisiana-born B-movie actress Cleo Moore. At least they had one thing in common: houses. Says a 1953 newspaper account:

    Housebuilding is one of Cleo’s passions. She and her father and built and sold 11 homes in the San Fernando Valley.

    With Spadrom Estates, it’s tempting to get intellectual and intone solemn indictments about the failure of the American dream and about our fondness for illusory environments over real ones like, you know, cities.

    But residents of the old Spadrom Estates may have a different opinion. Most of the original houses are still there and in pretty good condition. None are for sale. The original four model homes located at Citron St. and Romney Drive remain and have plenty of foliage and trees.

  • No Down Payment (1957)

    No Down Payment begins peppy and optimistic as the two central characters, a couple, move to Sunrise Hills, a Southern California suburb. Things turn dark quickly. This is pure John Cheever and Raymond Carver and Mad Men all tossed together. No Down Payment is not a perfect movie, and the ending has a bit of a deus ex machina moment. The acting is spot-on. I’d never heard of Sheree North. In this movie, she is perfect in the part of the long-suffering, quiet wife of alcoholic dreamer Tony Randall. Pat Hingle is the closest to a moral compass that we get in this movie. Cameron Mitchell is the menacing or gentlemanly (which is it?) neighbor who threatens to turn their placid life upside-down. Good stuff.

  • Random Ephemera: Doctor’s Estate Mysteriously Willed to Secretary

    In 1951, Dr. Roy Campbell committed suicide in his office at 814 1/2 S. Alvarado, Los Angeles.

    Dr. Campbell’s will, which was never found, apparently left $100,000 not to his wife, Mrs. Iva or Eva Campbell, 55, but to Ondine Kifer, 35, his secretary.

    Ondine Kifer

    Dr. Campbell supposedly had written it by hand on a sheet of yellow legal paper. A tenant of the Alvarado building, Mrs. Mintia Schiller, claimed that she had witnessed Dr. Campbell sign it.

    Mrs. Iva/Eva Campbell
    520 S. Serrano Ave., Los Angeles – Residence of Mrs. Campbell

    Ondine Kifer later became Ondine Moore. She was a real estate agent for Don Roberts Realtor in Whittier. She died in Hemet, California in 2006.

  • Men in War (1957): Surprisingly Good “Lost Platoon” Movie

    One more step and I’ll fill your guts with lead.

    That’s the tagline on one of “Men in War’s” posters, with Aldo Ray’s character Montana leveling his gun at Robert Ryan.

    If you’re a battle-hardened veteran of World War II movies made in the 1950s, you’ll like this one. For one, it’s Korea, not WWII.

    For another, there’s not a lot of jingoistic flag-waving, if any. Robert Ryan was a pacifist–his wife a Quaker–who later came to regret some of his characters as being against his beliefs.

    The “lost platoon” story premise has been used for as long as stories have been told. Here, Ryan and his men are behind enemy lines and need to get back to the rest of the 24th Infantry Division.

    “Men in War” is a tough little drama that confounds many of the war cinema stereotypes of the Fifties. We have cowards, one played by Vic Morrow. We have those who kill, seemingly without logic. Many of the deaths are gritty; no Wilhelm screams here.

    Interestingly, “Men in War” was filmed largely at Malibu Creek State Park, the future site of the Korean War M*A*S*H (also filmed at Bronson Canyon).

    Michael Phillips quotes J.R. Jones’ biography of Ryan, saying that the movie is

    downright existential, focused like a telescope on the wild terrain and the men’s desperate, improvised tactics against an encroaching but unseen enemy.

    One of the actors is still with us today: the seemingly immortal Nehemiah Persoff (born 1919), living in Cambria, California. Persoff lost his wife, Thia, in 2021, but he’s reportedly still alive and painting near Moonstone Beach.

    “Men in War” hits a sweet spot, at least with me, in that it’s unique enough to snag my attention but old-school enough that it’s comfortable Saturday morning fare.

  • Mickey Cohen Brings Max Tannenbaum Out to L.A.

    Sure, there’s a copy of Case of the Half-Wakened Wife by that Perry Mason writer underneath your glass of iced Seagram’s, its paper cover soaking up the glass’ condensation like a three-dollar coaster.

    You’ve tried the novel once or twice poolside. But the crack between pages one and two is a testament to your education career. PS 15, Red Hook, Brooklyn, sixth grade marked the end of your schooling. Reading the book is like pulling nose hairs.

    You try again.

    “…the man was smiling now and his voice was almost patronizing…”

    Patronizing, you learn from Webster’s, is: “displays a feeling of superiority.”

    Max Tannenbaum

    Yeah. Mickey’s kinda superior himself, has to be, he’s the boss. You and Mickey come from the neighborhood, so there’s respect.

    Who really gets you are the educated Jews in Mickey’s clan like Elliot Mintz, Mickey’s lawyer.

    If Mickey knows how to talk to the boys, Mintz doesn’t. Elliot Mintz treats you worse than the kitchen help.

    Onto the book: “…as he recited glibly…”

    Glibly: fancy but shallow talk. Just like Elliot Mintz.

    What gets you about these novels, though, is how they depict the so-called underworld of hoodlums.

    Er redt narishkeytn, as his mother would say. Foolishness. If this is how some fancy writer thinks people talk and behave, that’s not for you.

    You put the book down and the drink on top. Mostly you watch.

    Mickey called you long distance

    Mickey called from Los Angeles before bringing you out from New York. You still remember the crackle of the call.

    “Maxie, reason I’m bringing you is you’re professional. I need someone to stick to the straight and narrow. Not these bums I’ve had go out on their own, do stupid things. You hear me?”

    “I got you.”

    “I bring a guy out, it’s the cost of doing business. Set him up. Apartment. Car. Give him cash to start out with. That is a business expenditure. Follow?”

    “You want it to pay off.”

    “What you are is clean. I need an associate clean as a whistle.”

    “That’s what I am. Clean.”

    “I know you had your problems. But L.A. is different. Get a new start here.”

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