I consider myself quite lucky to be born and raised in
Claremont. Now, as a parent, I still think it’s a great place to raise a
family. But over the past 50-plus years much has changed and, somewhere along
the way, the town of Claremont turned into a city.
During the 1960s and 1970s, Claremont went through a
decades-long growth spurt that continued beyond my graduation from Claremont
High School in 1974. Because we moved from south to north Claremont while I was
in elementary school, I ended up attending Mountain View, Condit, Oakmont and
Chaparral during my formative years. This included being part of the opening of
Chaparral and La Puerta Intermediate School.
I can easily remember the first day at these brand-new
schools, where large numbers of students had no clue where anything was
located. Chaparral was considered far north in 1965, where a quick jaunt up to
Base Line Road put you square in the middle of citrus groves in all directions.
Since we lived off of Padua Avenue north of Base Line, the
citrus groves were a huge part of the landscape.
Fred Bentley, the owner of Bentley’s Market (now Rhino
Records), was our neighbor to the south. The 10-acre parcel included citrus
trees and a huge windmill, right next to our property. We always knew it was
really cold at night when the loud motorized windmill fanned those trees.
Padua Avenue looked similar to how it looks today, except
without the steady stream of cars speeding around from the large homes built
north of Alamosa. Growing up, there were only a couple of streets with homes
between us and Padua Hills, which is located two miles to our north. And the
Wilderness Park was just wilderness—no parking problems there.
All the open space made it seem like we lived in the
boonies, even though we really didn’t. But the acres and acres of citrus groves
and untouched land in the foothills made Claremont a small town. It was rural.
Watching the citrus groves literally disappear in front of my eyes over the next
two decades changed all that, and is a major reason why I now consider
Claremont a city.
In those days, the COURIER was on Harvard Avenue, right in
the middle of town. Back then, the newspaper was considered one of the only
sources of city information. There was no city website and no Facebook. People
would often walk into the office with all sorts of questions. I can still hear
my father Martin bellowing out advice or giving directions to customers (and
staff) from his second-floor desk perched above the office in the back. We
would also get a steady number of people who walked to our office to pay their
bills. This was definitely “town” type stuff, and clearly doesn’t happen as
often now.
The businesses in the Village were mostly family-owned
establishments that included only a few restaurants. So when I went to the
Village Grille, Walter’s or Yiannis, there were always people you knew. The
good news is, that dynamic still exists today. There are just a few more
restaurants to choose from.
The current version of the city just has more of everything.
And that’s not a bad thing. There’s never been more to do and to see in
Claremont. There are more events and definitely more to eat! Claremont has more
to offer than ever.
Luckily, Claremont has no shortage of people who care about
the city. Many of these residents I knew growing up are still here. It’s common
to meet people on a regular basis who say, “I remember when you were little,”
or “I knew your mom and dad when…”
It’s clear the city of Claremont continues to adapt with the
times. So whether its a town or city, village or downtown, one thing is
certain…change will always be a part of our lives.
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