(
Edit: Make references to "Budlong" read "Juliet." Thanks,
Lomara!)
Scott Charles' great photo reminded me that my mother, aunt, and uncle visited L.A. some time in--if I'm not mistaken--the 1930s. Oddly, it seems that they only took a few (very modest) photos, and those were . . . of themselves around the place where they were staying, at the corner of Budlong and 24th.
The residence where they stayed seems to have survived; but the other corners of the intersection have changed. Here is the place today:
Here are (left to right) my mother, uncle, and aunt in front of it (observe the pilaster, a survivor; and we see the address, 2401):
Now you can see the opposite corner, behind my mother and uncle:
And parked along the street--around the corner on the side of the place, I think--is one of my mother's suitors, the pipe-smoking Max Good (now
there's a name!), which I include because you can see a bit down the street, and I'm sure our auto aficionados can help date the pic by the car(s). I hope Max isn't smoking
Nicotiana glauca.
If they took other pix, right now they're probably in a box somewhere in Nebraska.