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Incorporating a program theme, character, personality, romance and "sense of space". The TBNC Collaborative, celebrates Architectural Festivation™  in the envisioning, designing, engineering, and construction of new or "refreshed" realty associated facilities -- thus, generating a sense of excitement, marketability and special purpose.

 

 

 

TBNC Edgemon Milda Town at Pala Creek Milda's Beautiful Victorian Manse in Black & White Image, Pala Creek, Southern California USA Edgemon

Why is it Known as
Milda Town at Pala Creek & The New Milda Town on the Hill ?

 

 

Visualizing the Property

Situated on the lower terrain and at the southerly property entrance, an RV Resort Reception, Registration and Welcome Center is in theme architecture not un-like that of a scheduled "stagecoach stop" on the Butterfield Stage Coach Line [circa 1857]. Adjacent to Pala Creek, the canopy of aged oaks and sycamores create a restful, paradise-like environment. This setting with its relaxed commerce and its sense of time and "place" we have named:

Milda Town at Pala Creek

Looking northerly, approximately three quarters of a mile, to the knoll overlooking the course of the Pala Creek watershed, with the vista of miles, imagine a multi-storied, colorful and "Time captured" Queen Anne Victorian Manse [circa 1900]....

A Queen Anne manse "fit for the wife of a grubstake miner, who after a lifetime in the mountains, finally hit the mother lode". The "community house" is now a center of resort and recreational activities, not limited to weddings, receptions, dinners, private parties and meetings.

Picture the atmosphere alive with staging lines of wayfaring travelers entering at the project's northerly entrance, anxious for rest after herding their modern day "Conestoga's" (motorcoaches, motor homes, and fifth-wheeler trailers) across the prairies and trailways of America. This welcoming community (an upscale RV Resort) we have named:

The New Milda Town on The Hill

 

 

 

 

THE LOVE STORY

[This story is fictional at best.]
However, it is meant as a pleasurable visitation to the character and the romance of this proposed resort and recreational community.

 

Chapter One
The Dreamer

Ol' Pete was a dreamer....a six-foot three and one-half inch beef and cornfed dreamer.

After years of sun-baked dry crop farming in the less than blessed lands of Missouri, Pete packed-up his belongings, his best mule Jesse, his dog Lucky, and his dreams and went prospecting in the gem-rich mountains of Southern California sometime around '62 [1862].

They all laughed at Pete, believing full well he would shrivel up and die in those rugged Palomar mountains -- that's if the Injuns didn't get him first.

Year after year Pete would toil from sunrise to sunset, digging with his weathered and worn pick ax and his quickly exhausted shovels in those unforgiving, granite-laden mountains, always driven by the dream that one day he would strike the mother lode. Someday he could sit back and count the gems of his labor.

Always his companion, "Lucky" the three-legged hound dog (he was named "Lucky" even before his ill-conceived attempt at "catching" the Butterfield Stagecoach), would grieve at the struggle his master endured. "These was hard times".

Every couple of summers Pete would return to Missouri and attempt to bring life to his bare-knuckle barren homestead, growing nothing but calluses and misery. Always the dreamer, he would pack up and head out again after awhile.

About '80 or '81, word was getting around about the gems believed to be richly embedded in the mountains near the Pala Indian Nation. This drove Pete onward, digging with greater resolve. He knew "IT" was there.

Although miners up north gained quick riches and flashy new lives in the gold country, Pete was seeking more. He just knew it was in the cards. He could feel it in his blood.

The Butterfield Stage Coach Line had begun its railroad induced decline by '80. The following spring, Pete felt more isolated than ever. Stage coach travelers and Butterfield drovers, Pete's only human contacts, no longer passed through or stopped at the Pala Creek Station.

Loneliness was setting in.

Then Lucky died.

By the first winter rains of '82, the days growing cold and dank, Pete decided to prospect just one more week, just one more boring, just "one more".... one more.... one more and then abandon the dream, go home to Missouri....and die.


 

 

Chapter Two
Eureka !!! Eureka !!!

It was late on a Wednesday, the day before packing up and quitting....

Pete, his hands weathered like leather, fingers riddled with arthritis (minus the four fingers he lost in the blasting cap incident), eyesight failing, couldn't believe his eye (he'd lost his left eye in a whiskey-induced confrontation the first and only time he journeyed to Pueblo San Diego)....

Eureka !!!!! Eureka !!!!!

"Eureka" rang from the canyon walls of the Palomar mountains, a cacophony of excitement and wonderment. Pete, in his excitement, shouting "Oh, if only Lucky was here".

Pete knew he had found the gem miner's "grail"     Na(Li,Al)3Al6(BO3)3Si6O12(OH)24.

This was just the tip of the tourmaline iceberg. Just below the surface was 90% more, and then more, layer after layer, layer upon layer of tourmaline!

Pete knew "seekers of fine gems" and others, would blaze new trails to his mountainous doorstep. Even the Empress of China would covet his discovery. Word traveled fast and in short order (about '82), the emissaries of the Empress journeyed to Pala Creek to procure for her priceless pink tourmaline and to parent her jeweled wealth.

Now he could laugh in the face of his doubters and those moonshine-glazed layabouts in Missouri, Oklahoma, and some in Kentucky too.....

As all grubstake miners are wont to do when they hit the mother lode, Pete was ready to celebrate. Ol' grubstake Pete was ready to "tie one on".

Unfortunately, the Butterfield Stage Coach had ceased stopping at Pala Creek, forcing Pete to travel again to Pueblo San Diego. This time he was well equipped with two Colt® six-shooters, a Winchester®, and his father's Springfield® 1903,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, and a huntin' knife.

Pete was prepared.

    

 

Chapter Three
The Grubstake Miner's Celebration

Upon arriving at the Pueblo San Diego, and after seeking recommendations at the visitors and convention bureau, Pete was directed to "his kind" of watering hole.

An adventurous and creative restaurateur, Pepe Francois Michele leFrontieer, recently of San Francisco, had opened his establishment at the wharf -- and Pete just knew this was a gem-miners' haven.

Pete took an Irish-linen draped and crystal-laden table with a commanding ocean view. He promptly began teasing his palette from a resplendent cheese selection, not limited to Wenslydale, Leicester and a delightful brie. This grubstake miner, in melody, enjoyed a varied selection of olives, all the while delicately ingesting a Beaune ler Cru "Vignes-Franches," Domaine Germain [a medium-bodied Pinot Noir with smoky black cherry fruit, medium tannins and a fair amount of new toasty oak evident. A first-rate red Burgundy with 7-10 years of cellar maturity], and toasty, pit roasted garlic.

Wishing to extend the evening, he next enjoyed a tableside presentation of fresh salmon salad with asparagus tips, vine-ripe tomatoes, a hint a basil, a hint of dill, and profusely glazed with morbier and chevres goat cheese (a favorite of Milda's).

The memories of Milda were especially moving as Pete nibbled on the pate maison, one of her most favorite pates.

The aroma of the Gheimeh and Amerdeen Ramekin, festive with a garlic and red onion curry creme, brought tears to Pete's eye, as this glorious menu was one he so desired to share with Milda, far away in Missouri.

As Pete was at entre and enjoying a Coteaux de L'Aubance "Vin Noble" Domaine de Bablut [A deep golden, pre-dessert-style Chenin Blanc from the Loire Valley in France. Warm, rich and inviting. Cellar-worthy for 10-15 years. An American favorite], like a lightning bolt....he was awakened from his gem-seeking blindness....like a Kentucky coal-miner seeing daylight .... what? .... what if Milda "was" here???

Immediately, with his repast incomplete, forsaking a Cioppino "to-die-for", Pete set forth making "plans".... and ordered two fingers of Maker's Mark® to seal his resolve.

He could now support Milda in the style she rightly deserved.


 

 

Chapter Four
The New Dream Begins

Pete would build Milda a sixteen room, seven bedroom "Queen Anne", with indoor plumbing and an "inside" laundry, overlooking their mountain cache of tourmaline bounty. The following day he began a letter writing campaign to seek portfolios, credentials, and curricula vitae of experienced, veteran, and accomplished architects with a strong and romantic Victorian understanding.

By the next week, under continuing overcast skies in Pueblo San Diego, Pete had arranged for Milda's travel including all her remaining possession [the tornados of '79 not only destroyed much of their remaining farm equipment, but most of their life's memorabilia. And sadly the lives of nine of their neighbors].

Pete began his business formation in earnest, with in-ground assets estimated in the low "eight figures" [1890 U.S.Dlls].

Now established as J. Peter, Gemologist, (his friends would now call him Jon Pierre) he initiated a search for a cadre of bright business minds to serve as upper and middle managers, with a continuing emphasis on customer care and service. A business plan was formulated with tourmaline interests being primary, lending and drayage secondary, and entertainment, lodging and hospitality, and viticulture being tertiary.

Strategic alliances were formed. A stable work force (Protestants and Republicans being favored) was imported from the grain belt of America.

J. Peter grew his business on service, honesty and integrity, courtesy, attention to detail, and a "money back" guarantee.

The tourmaline and companion tourmaline merchandise of J. Peter, Gemologist found it's way onto the shelves of all America and to more than forty foreign countries, not counting Texas and the Indian Nations.

J. Peter was fond of his brief and simple narrative regarding his flagship product;

"Tourmaline" is the common name for a group of complex silicates, of which elbaite (sodium lithium aluminum rich) is the most widely valued by collectors for display and gem cutting. Tourmaline is very hard (7 on the Moh's Scale), heavy, with conchoidal fracture. Most crystals are transparent to translucent, and some varieties are pleochroic while others change color when moved from natural to artificial light. All are strongly piezoelectric and pyroelectric, leading some to believe that tourmaline enhances healing and strengthens both body and mind, while dispelling fear and negativity! The finest elbaites come from Elba (Italy), Brazil, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Maine and California (U.S.A.).


 

 

Chapter Five
The Reuniting & Love Restored

June 16th was a miserable, grey day in Los Angeles. J. Peter was more than two hours early for the arrival of the iron horse. Onboard was to be his bride of many years separated. Anticipation caused J. Peter's good hand to sweat profusely. Oh, what he would do for a shot of sarsparilla.

His thoughts raced toward Milda, his commanding, but hesitant, bride, who was on the train arriving momentarily . Standing five feet, eight inches tall, she would easily be spotted in the off-loading crowd by her powerful presence, her demeanor, and her rich auburn hair.

The UP&SR Thunderhorse #378 pulled into Los Angeles Station three hours overdue. J. Peter's excitement grew as passengers off loaded, all the while this tall lanky grubstake miner was on tippy toes, looking and looking.

All the passengers had cleared the landing and made their way to baggage claim, yet no Milda.

J. Peter's heart sank deeper than one of his god-forsaken empty mine shafts.

Then, he saw her!

Milda had been attending her toilette in the discreet room and powdering her opalescent skin. On that miserable, grey, Los Angeles day, her skin was luminous and her delicate smile radiant.

In a dramatic "Hollywood" moment, Milda's gold tooth shone star-bright creating a sense of theater.

Their eyes met (Milda had also lost an eye, but from a mule kick in her youth). Love was instantaneously restored. Now all was right with the world.

Hurriedly he loaded Milda's trunks on the buckboard so they might flee the congested, noisy, and now becoming polluted Los Angeles metroplex. Those new fangled horseless contraptions were belching their oil-laden venom in the formerly clear skies of Pueblo Los Angeles.

J. Peter was very anxious to get his bride safely home to the crystal clear skies and fresh alpine air of their new home at Pala Creek.


 

 

Chapter Six
At Home at Pala Creek

The nearly perfect mountain air, the continual gentle breeze, and day-after-day sunshine served as a salving balm to Milda. Every morning the reunited couple arose, pleasuring in the expansive mountain views that seemed to go on forever and ever, and possibly even further. This was their paradise.

The pure and pristine surroundings buoyed Milda's strength.

Glowing in the alpine air, Milda soared as a woman, a wife, and a budding businesswoman. With a restored sense of purpose, she was truly a precious gem found.

A brief "bio", but not limited to:

She harvested wool and flax and busily spun them.

She bought imported foods, brought by ships from distant ports.

She rose before the sun to prepare breakfast for her household, and planned the day=s work for her domestic staff.

She was early to inspect the fields, groves and mine shafts.

She bought land and planted a vineyard.

She was energetic, a hard worker, and had an eye for bargains.

She worked far into the night.

She sewed for the poor, and generously helped those in need.

She had no fear of winter, for she had made warm clothes for all.

She upholstered with the finest tapestry; her own clothing was beautifully made.

Milda created belted linen garments to sell to the merchants.

At this station in life's journey, J. Peter was well known, for he sat in council chambers with other civic leaders. In collaboration with her pillar of a husband, Milda was a woman of strength and dignity, and had no fear of old age. Her words were wise and kindness was the rule of the day. When she spoke, her words were received as wisdom.

J. Peter praised this woman daily.

In praise and adoration, and for the many fine things she had done,

and for the commerce that had been enriched by her energies,

the local mining community came to be affectionately called

Milda Town

 

 


Chapter Seven
The Golden Years


[ Perhaps a More Appropriate Title  "The Tourmaline Years" ]

Construction of Milda's Queen Anne manse took four years. Quality lumber and other fine material, trim, hardware and accouterments were procured from far places and brought to the site on the hill by horse drawn wagon.

As construction of the main house was nearing completion, Milda and J. Peter made their home available to the now down-and-out Ostergaard family recently of Minnesota. They had fallen on hard times.

Mr. Ostergaard, the founder and chairman of the Acme Buggy Whip & Curry Comb Company, (home office Mendota Heights), had experienced his national market share of "Class A-1" buggy whips collapse from 64% to practically non-existent as the new fangled horseless carriages began to proliferate the countryside. Mrs. RubyMae Ostergaard was a childhood friend of Milda's.

The Ostergaards and their brood of nine children brought immeasurable life, purpose, and joy to the newly constructed Queen Anne on the hill.

As the children grew, they one-by-one went off to the best secondary schools and then on to lead productive lives as a pharmacist, a middle manager, a freight dispatcher, a farrier, and a school teacher. Sadly, two of the children, those with emotional problems throughout their youth, became attorneys.

The "Tourmaline Years" were greatly blessed for our storied couple. Milda, a life long prayer warrior, witnessed a multitude of answered prayers. The most rewarding was J. Peter's growing interest and participation in the local Assemblies of God Church. It is believed that J. Peter was finally "saved" during a challenging period of his health. Or, it may have been at the Spirit Revival of '03, held in the Grange Building over in Temecula Country.

Although J. Peter's singing was a "joyful noise" unto the LORD, each Sunday found this tall lanky man at center stage, standing head-and-shoulders above all the others in the chancel choir.

Home fellowship was shared in the Queen Anne twice weekly. And, the "Assemblies" regional planning conference and pot-luck picnic was held on the expansive terrace overlooking Pala Creek and in overview of the Palomar Mountain Range several times each year.

J. Peter and his Milda lived productively well into their 90's.

One fall afternoon our hero and heroine, reclining on the terrace next to the solarium, gazing through the roses in bloom, toward the pergola with its cascading wisteria, realized that the falling leaves of the catalpa signified a closing of life's journey. The afternoon was gorgeous, with the typical clear alpine air and the gently wafting breeze-- all was quiet and serene. With a serving of Wenslydale, some goose pate, and a spot of tea, our beloved couple was truly enjoying the "gems of their labor".

Sometime that evening, a cool and quiet night, our LORD called Milda and Pete, the grubstake miner, home.

Pete and Milda were never blessed with children, but someday we might share the story of Milda's nieces,

Esther and Sarah.

The End.........

05.19.99 a.d.

 


 

 

Study Notes & Summation

History, particularly romantic history, brings to a new development, or proposed complex, a special sense of identity. History generates interest, supports caring and allows for emotional attachment by the people who can "fall in love with the proposal".

Allowing people to feel connected by the commonality of history, or relating to a part of the "story" of a property or its environs, stimulates positive and supportive involvement, as well as a special attachment.

The story presented of J. Peter and Milda is fictional (but includes some real facts).

So if a property has an unknown or somewhat "vanilla" history,  like entrepreneurs are known to do......make one up.

 

 

 

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