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Town Needs a Castle, the book.
Rubelia, the
Castle of Junk newscaster Harry Reasoner stacked up against Europe's
best, started when a couple young pharmhands turned a rusty valve that
began emptying the muddied waters from the pictured reservoir into a new
housing development a mile or so downhill... Once the reservoir emptied, Michael
shoveled the mud, and built his castled template bottle house in the reservoir.
Many of us who were slow builders and consequently had to live in the 5'x7'
bottle house to
incentivize the completion of our own habitation projects. At least
that was master logician Michael's belief. The bottle house
helped me finish my encased in old railroad ties house shown to
the left. At least that was master tactician Michael's belief.
Until you live in one of these you ca... ca...caan.. can't believe
how cold tin-roofed Californian nights can be and how early in the morn
those tin roofs heat like ovens. Of course the pot belly stove
helps -- but only for about two hours.
From those muddy bottom beginnings some of us lucky pharmhands helped
the portly, giggly mean ruler build a Castle of Junk that looks
something like this today.
Today the ruler of Rubelia sits in his rocking chair, and
sometimes even lets us pharmhands come up from the damp, dank tunnels to
sit with him, among these bird chirping, bell clanging views. He
sometimes even offers us tea bubbled to boiling on one of the wood
burning stoves with some pharm picked avocados juiced with lemons and cheesy
sour dough toast. In between his many attempt to keep
lighting his pipe which must be part of his arm exercise routine,
he'll tell one of us to get some buckets of wood. As always we
bound down to bring up another bucket of wood, in hopes he may let us up
early from the evening's tunnel work to perhaps drink from his Gallo
jug wine in recycled fruit cocktail or peanut butter jarred glasses....
Fortunately or unfortunately -- depending on your stomach and perspective, the
pharmhands of Rubelia taught me how to build, to drink wine, eat
avocados, cook in a big pot and a lot of other stuff some of which is
still too classified to talk about.
One of
the 13 royal Rubelian bathrooms... Just what you'd expect for
confused Californian royalty, yes? At least that's what the Queen
of England's hubby thought after his several uses. "Ah, Sir
Michael, where might the toilet paper dispenser be located?"
Sometimes
that mean, dictatorial Ruler of Rubelia demanded that we immediately
return to Rubelia's damp, dank and dangerous tunnel work Seldom
were soft landings part of our quick returns to hard labor.
It
was always easier for King Michael to have us keep the court yard clean
by pointing one of the cannons at us whenever we walked by.
The
canons and pointed steel bars, however, kept the alleys ways clear and
crime free.... Who wants to spend time in a dark, dank dungeon
anyway....
Who
ever thought some a bunch of goofy guys following a guy in a creosoted
hat could pile rocks 7 and a halff stories high?
And who'd of thunk the pharmhands en-rocked clock would work better than
Stanford's ground hugging clock?
And
none of the hundreds of us who sat on the floor of this refrigerator and
sometimes flowed our boides out into the Tin Palace ... will forget the
talks, political debates, and gallon jugs of Gallo wine in shrimp
glasses that flowed in and out of our mouths.
And
in that same room where Michael's favorite Stanley would often and
honorably rest in Michael's other chair, some will always wonder, while
others will know, HOW DID THAT MOUSE GET INTO THE LOCKED INNER
WELLS FARGO SAFE?
Oh, skip it. We won't
answer, lest it bush wacked and plamed in Scooter Rovian twisted words.
And
to think that windmill and water tanks all started going up when little
nephew Scottford helped Michael pull a telephone pole hooked to a
come-along skyward in order to distract a Live Oak parked city planner
concerned about un-permitted roofing being done in the north corner.
Today,
the Glendora Historical Society (GHS) husbands their crown jewel in
Glendora, California. For more information Contact the GHS at
(626) 963-0419.
More Pictures
http://film.rubelcastle.com/
http://www.usa-locations.com/SouthernCalifornia/LosAngelesCounty/Glendora/3494/
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