Four smartly dressed women sit on a bench waiting for a Wilshire Blvd bus at the corner of Arden Ave, circa late 1930s. Three of them are reading newspapers, which is the 1930s version of checking their cell phones. Seeing them sitting there together makes me wonder if they’d been to The Ebell, one block further west. It’s the building on the right with the line of rectangular windows. The Ebell is still around. It’s a philanthropic organization founded in 1894 by women, for women—because they couldn’t trust that the menfolk always had their best interest at heart, which, let’s face it, was a smart move.
Four smartly dressed women sit on a bench waiting for a Wilshire Blvd bus at the corner of Arden Ave, circa late 1930s. Three of them are reading newspapers, which is the 1930s version of checking their cell phones. Seeing them sitting there together makes me wonder if they’d been to The Ebell, one block further west. It’s the building on the right with the line of rectangular windows. The Ebell is still around. It’s a philanthropic organization founded in 1894 by women, for women—because they couldn’t trust that the menfolk always had their best interest at heart, which, let’s face it, was a smart move.
Remember Arden dairy?
Actually no, I don’t. When were they around?
And those cute tiny little palm trees have grown a lil bit <3