A year ago I wrote about how I’d finally found peace in my dead mother’s house (“Forgiveness: a mother’s love even after death,” January 12, 2018).
I talked about forgiveness, moving on, and how happiness, after a long vacation, had returned to my home.
I’m here to report that in some ways I spoke too soon, but in others, things are even better. For one, mom (who died in her home—now mine—on January 8, 2017) has apparently returned.
This column begins the fourth installment of the Building Claremont series that focuses on the architects that have shaped the development and built environment of the City.
After World War II, Claremont, like many cities across Southern California, saw tremendous growth. The migration from farms and small towns that began to change the nation after the first world war was even more marked after the second. The population of Claremont more than doubled between 1940 and 1950 and then again from 1950 to 1960.
In 1918, World War I raged into its fourth year. The Allied Powers were reeling before the power of the Hun. Young Americans were being told it was up to them to stop the Germans. It was up to them to win the war that would end all wars.
One of those young Americans, a lad named Charles Keith Powell, answered his country’s call.
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