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Surfridge Ghosttown

Located just west of the LAX runways

1969 versus 2011

A movie showing the transition from 1969 to 2011 along Vista Del Mar (at Ney St), by Mike D, which shows all the homes still facing the beach before they were removed. Movie made by Mike D (thanks!), based on Los Angeles library historical photo from 1969 and personal photo from 2011.


Broken streets and a butterfly preserve are about all that remains of a neighborhood that once stood under the flight paths of LAX take-offs.

By David Ferrell, Times Staff Writer

The old neighborhood isn't what it used to be. Every home is gone, nearly 800 razed to nothing but a few low retaining walls.

Streets are still here-Rindge, Jacqueline, Kilgore-but not a car has passed over them in a quarter-century. Knee-high weeds breach the asphalt, running in lines like lane strips. A few old, globeless lampposts are the last standing pieces of a beachfront community wiped from the map.

Machine gun nests protected this coastal strip of Playa del Rey from threat of enemy invasion during World War II, but the homes were defenseless against American planes: an onslaught of noisy commercial from LAX next door. As the airport grew, the thunder of first-generation jetliners rattled the windows and shook the ceilings. The city solved the problem in the 1960's and early 70's with four rounds of condemnations-forced purchases at a fraction of what the land alone would be worth today.

More than 470 acres of gently rolling hill sides-prime ocean-view land above Dockweiler State Beach- were bought up, cleared and cordoned off by chain link fencing and barbed wire. Then it was all left to sit, year after year after year.

The scene is nearly the same today as when Apollo XI landed on the moon, as when the boys came home from Vietnam. It is a ghost town that may last another century, as far as anyone can guess.

"The plan is no plan at all," says Harold Johnson, an airport spokesman, when asked about the future of the desolate property. The broken streets are visible to anyone driving along along Vista del Mar north of Imperial Hwy.. The track extends inland to Pershing Drive and is bounded North by Napoleon and Waterview streets, near Playa del Rey village.

"You talk about prime real estate, that's it," says Steve Matilla of Matilla Realty, whose childhood home was gobbled up by the Condemnations. He talks of the emotional sufferings of having to move but has great memories of playing football in the now dead streets and chasing jack rabbits across the sand dunes.

"It was ideal-two blocks from the beach, ocean views from about every spot on the block," he says. "The only bugaboo was, the jets did fly right over our heads. Some of those jets got so close you could almost pick up a stone and hit them. Literally, you had to stop talking and put your hands over your ears and let them go by."

It is one of the classic and inevitable urban battles-airports verses the neighborhoods that feed into them. Playa del Rey became the worst-case scenario, a scarred place, a place of heavy losses, tears, lawsuits and hard negotiations over fair-market value.

New runways, federal restrictions on jet landings and takeoffs, and potential liability for hearing loss were all part of the equation. As a result, wonderful old buildings were knocked or, in other cases, moved in sections to other neighborhoods.

One of the first demolished, in 1967, was a 6,400-square-foot Spanish-Moroccan mansion that locals called "The Castle." The airport bought for $86,000 and set upon it with bulldozers rather than let it draw vandals and transients.

"It was a fantastic neighborhood," remembers Wendy Saner, who rented a home here and watched the grim exodus, one parcel at a time. "They kept saying, 'This is the end of it... this is the end of it.' and they kept moving the line."

Saner, a retired interior designer who now lives only a few blocks away, talks lovingly about the old beach colony, developed in the 1920's. Cecil B. DeMille had a cottage here, as did other Hollywood luminaries and writers. It was comparable to Pacific Palisades in it's topography and charm.

The airport was not a worry then. It opened in 1928, a tiny place that would grow and grow, like a fleshy mass that squeezes everything around it. By the mid-1960's, when the condemnations began, the annual passenger volume had grown to 7 million, Today, the number is 67 million, making LAX the third busiest airport in the world. Even with quieter modern jets, the noise is horrendous and the fear of further home condemnations dogs homeowners in other parts of Playa del Rey and Westchester.

After the targeted beach-side homes were bought and removed, airport officials set about the in the early 1980's to bring other uses to the property. They drew up a scheme that included an 18-hole golf course, a viewing area to watch the planes take-off, a 12-acre sand dune preserve and an 80-acre habitat for the endangered El Segundo blue butterfly.

Ultimately, concerns about the butterfly superseded all other options. Project plans were approved by the airport and the city but voted down by the California Coastal Commission.

A park of only two acres was developed-a few picnic tables across the street from the beach. The remaining land, lampposts and all, became the domain of the butterfly. From the insect's point of view, it's a happy story; Fewer than 500 butterflies were counted way back when; now there are believed to be 50,000 or more.

The empty acreage, with it's dry grass and eerie, weed-filled streets, remains puzzling to many of the people who lie in the little park to watch the ocean.

"I do wonder what happened," says Bythell Franklin of Manhattan Beach, peering through the chain-link. "To me, it's an eye-sore."

Sandpiper is the only street still open to traffic through the property. It is lined with fences and "no parking" signs; for a while, it was a notorious lovers' lane. Some people ignore the signs to catch the sunsets or watch the planes. Private pilot Jerry Guzman is one of them, and he knows about the butterfly preserves.

"What I don't know," he says, "is what used to be here."

In the surrounding neighborhoods, emotions are so raw that nothing besides butterfly conservation may ever be done with that land. Not long ago the airport planted palm trees around the perimeter to spruce things up. Activists became enraged about the nonnative species, and the trees may have to go.

"It's a mess," says Lon Cadis, whose home borders the empty parcel. He loves it here despite the jet noise. He just wishes they had built the golf course: The third green would have been right out-side his front door.

"That would have been so nice here-so nice," he says, his gaze fixing in the distance. "It would have been comparable to Pebble Beach."

A major cause of conflict arose from events attendant to the expansion of the Mines Field into the Los Angeles International Airport (LAX). The major radar installation (VOR) was located on a 60 acre site purchased in 1950. Home construction on the remainder of the dunes continued unchecked until into the 1960s. With increasing air traffic necessitating construction of the north runway, safety considerations and the onset of jet age noise, residential living conditions became increasingly difficult. In a 1965 referendum, over 66% of homeowners elected to be bought out with the remaining property condemned. Between l965 and l975, 822 homes were vacated and over 2000 people relocated. The $60 million cost was 75% reimbursed by the federal government.