Transcriber's Note:
Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.Inconsistent spelling and hyphenation in the originaldocument have been preserved.
The book uses both Phillippi and Phillipi.
SIXTY YEARS
IN
SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA
1853-1913
CONTAINING THE REMINISCENCES OF
HARRIS NEWMARK
EDITED BY
MAURICE H. NEWMARK
MARCO R. NEWMARK
Every generation enjoys the use of a vast hoard bequeathedto it by antiquity, and transmits that hoard, augmented byfresh acquisitions, to future ages. In these pursuits, therefore,the first speculators lie under great disadvantages, and, evenwhen they fail, are entitled to praise.—Macaulay.
WITH 150 ILLUSTRATIONS
NEW YORK
The Knickerbocker Press
1916
Copyright, 1916
by
M. H. and M. R. NEWMARK
To
THE MEMORY OF
MY WIFE
In Memoriam
At the hour of high twelve on April the fourth, 1916, thesun shone into a room where lay the temporal abode, for eighty-oneyears and more, of the spirit of Harris Newmark. On hisface still lingered that look of peace which betokens a lifeworthily used and gently relinquished.
Many were the duties allotted him in his pilgrimage;splendidly did he accomplish them! Providence permitted himthe completion of his final task—a labor of love—but deniedhim the privilege of seeing it given to the community of hisadoption.
To him and to her, by whose side he sleeps, may it be bothmonument and epitaph.
Thy will be done!
M. H. N.
M. R. N.
INTRODUCTION
Several times during his latter years my friend, CharlesDwight Willard, urged me to write out my recollectionsof the five or six decades I had already passed in LosAngeles, expressing his regret that many pioneers had carriedfrom this world so much that might have been of interest toboth the Angeleño of the present and the future historian ofSouthern California; but as I had always led an active life ofbusiness or travel, and had neither fitted myself for any sortof literary undertaking nor attempted one, I gave scant attentionto the proposal. Mr. Willard's persistency, however,together with the prospect of coöperation offered me by mysons, finally overcame my reluctance and I determined tocommence the work.
Accordingly in June, 1913, at my Santa Monica home, Ibegan to devote a few hours each day to a more or less fragmentaryenumeration of the incidents of my boyhood; of my voyageover the great wastes of sea and land between my ancestral andadopted homes; of the pueblo and its surroundings that Ifound on t