(Since there’s so much to go on [and on] about Mt. Kalmia, check out the comments section for all the fine print.)
When I read that there was a twenty-room Norman castle fronting Sunset Boulevard, of course, I knew it was gone.
And 2006, same view...wait...could something be lurking behind that fifty-foot-high frontage of foliage?
A-HA! Mt. Kalmia lives!
But back to 1947--here are the Sherriff's knights storming Mt. Kalmia Castle, armed with their 12-hour notice, herding evictees to outside the walls:
Two of the Queen's abject subjects, Ann Phill and Bernard Epstein, getting the royal boot:
As I approached Mt. Kalmia's stately gates--
--one of those round portions opened up. A face appeared. It was a a very well-spoken, and very large, African-American gentleman who asked if there was anything he could help me with. I explained, you know, architectural, with the old houses, you see, in what must have sounded like befuddled mid-70s Woody Allen meets Jerry Lewis doing the nebbish. He considered this for a while before closing the little door.
He gave away nothing, but I knew, behind those gates...