Monday, May 23, 2005

May 23, 1947
North Hollywood

L. Bruce Bryan is sharper than a serpent’s tooth--or so suggests the preliminary injunction granted today by Superior Court Judge Frank G. Swain, barring Bryan, a writer, from annoying, molesting or evicting his mother Mrs. Ethel Bryan for a period of six weeks, at which date the Bryans will reconvene in court to seek a legal ruling on their three-generation dispute.

Seems Ethel and her 17-year-old grandson (and adopted son) Bruce ponied up $1650 towards the purchase of a home at 6424 Riverton St., North Hollywood. L. Bruce, a writer, and his new wife Katherine put in $350 towards the total cost of $11,750.

Grandma and grandson moved in with the understanding that this would be their permanent residence, but the minority owners began a campaign of harassment, moving Ethel’s bed into a one-room building in back of the house, physically carrying her out of the house in February (she called the cops) and forcing her to sign a document agreeing to pay room and board in the amount of $60 a month until her $1650 stake in the house was exhausted. The last straw was when they changed the locks (on Mother’s Day!) thus denying her access to kitchen and bathroom and forcing her to withdraw from the property.

Through the case filed by Attorney Maurice M. Grudd, Ethel seeks a formal statement of her rights and a ban on further attempts by her son to dispossess her.


Larry said...

The May 23-24 papers are full of great, crazy stories. It’s hard to choose just one:

Is it Britain about to partition India, which got buried on an inside page?
The Nebraska picnic, or the goat that had quintuplets? You could be serious and talk about the cost of living being at an all-time high. But then again, you’ve got two Irish setters being served with summonses because their late master, Carleton R. Bainbridge, left most of his $30,000 estate for their support.

Maybe it’s film composer Franz Waxman being reviewed (positively) as a symphony conductor. Or J. Robert Oppenheimer giving a talk at Caltech.

Even the ads for crackpot religions are great.

The Rosicrucians, 940 S. Figueroa: “Hear the astonishing but scientific truth about dream states, intuition, telepathy, clairvoyance, psychometry and projections. Are psychic powers capable of development by all men and women? Hear facts—not theories—or speculation!”

Or psychic/seer Criswell, of “Plan Nine From Outer Space” fame, in his establishment at 7021 Hollywood Blvd., now the site of the Knitting Factory?

I especially like the story of William R. Jeffries, 56, marrying his stepmother, Marguerite, 49. And yes, those are the ages as reported in the paper; the house at 486 S. Oakland in Pasadena must have been quite a love nest. But the new bride could apparently handle herself. She told The Times: “All this publicity is distasteful—I haven’t anything to say.”

But my favorite is the brief obituary on Lloyd Osbourne, who passed away May 22 at a sanitarium in Glendale at the age of 79. When he was 12, Osbourne became sick and as he lay in bed, he asked his stepfather to tell him a story. His stepfather began a tale of adventure and pirates on the high seas.

Of course, since Osbourne’s stepfather was author Robert Louis Stevenson, he told quite a story. In fact, we know it today as “Treasure Island.”

Osbourne and Stevenson collaborated on several books, including the very peculiar comic novel “The Wrong Box,” the basis for an equally peculiar 1966 comedy starring Michael Caine.

As for Bruce Bryan, who tried to evict his mother… On May 18, 1957, a man with that name overturned his car on the northbound Hollywood Freeway at Silver Lake. He lingered for weeks at General Hospital before dying July 4 at the age of 27.

Nathan said...

Well, now, let's not confuse our Bruces. Bruce Jr. the grandson was killed in the auto accident in '57. Bruce Sr., accident-boy's dad and son of Ethel, moved the old lady to the back, sure, but the digs were lush and the case was laughed out of court. The late Bruce Sr. (recently deceased, and lived in 6424 til his death) was a bigwig in curatorial at the Southwest, and an authority on archaeology, Native American artifacts, and Egyptology.

Those Rosicrucians! Everywhere else in the world the boys of Rose-Croix keep the Society of Ormus/Ordre de Sion sacred and sacrosanct..but California Rosicrucians are unique to, well, California. Postwar RC's are particularly, uh, esoteric -- the Nephilim were having a field day with these characters.