Between Stability and Chaos: Part Four (of 6)—“California Hear I Come”
Brice once again became his mother’s tag-along.
In 1937, the 16-year-old watched as his mother divorced her third husband, Billy Rose, a rags-to-riches, wildly successful American impresario, before she informed Brice that he and his sister were moving to a Bel Air mansion with her; she had ‘day jobs’—in Hollywood. Brice now had to live in Los Angeles, permanently.
As it happened, a few months later in 1938, the city suffered a historic flood of nearly biblical proportions. Quite a welcome for the 16-year-old.
What a change from New York. And what on earth did the worldly teen, who was engrossed in art, feel about suddenly moving to the cultural desert that was LA?
It was not anywhere close to the sophisticated, hustling, and bustling Manhattan. It did not have a long history, nor dense vertical space, nor world-class museums, or other top-notch cultural venues. It also did not have Botkin.
The young City of the Angeles was a ‘blank canvas’ with swaths of flat, vacant spaces in between mostly single- and two-story homes set on wide, empty streets with little traffic for the most part. In fact, Los Angeles County was the agricultural center of North America until the 1950s.
Nevertheless, Brice’s new hometown did have horses and horseback riders, some of whom rode from the hills of Bel Air, where famous movie stars lived, down Rodeo Drive’s bridle path directly into Beverly Hills proper. Brice was not a rider.
However, between the ages of 16 and 18, his body began to change. He started filling out, athletic coordination was supplanting preadolescent awkwardness. His sense of what life offered expanded in LA, and he came to appreciate what the city presented: nature and a physical life.
Soon Brice was lifting weights. He muscled up and played sports. He embraced and was fascinated by LA’s surrounding nature: Its ocean with expansive sandy beaches, rugged mountains, and vast surrounding wilderness. He got a car and freedom and became a car lover. He drove to his high school every day, where he met his future wife, Shirley Bardeen, and they began dating. She was beautiful, serene, and the opposite of his mother. And she adored him. They went to parties and enjoyed drinking, a lot.
Through dumb luck, Brice had washed up on an island of stability in Los Angeles where his childhood troubles seemed to melt away under the warm California sun. But would it last?
Fully supported by his mother and living in the lap of luxury, would Brice find the inner fortitude and drive needed to seek and sustain a career, maybe in art—or would he continue to lead the comfortable, easy life of an idler and so keep his childhood demons at bay?
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To be Continued – See our Next Blog: Between Stability and Chaos: Part Five (of 6)—Brice Strikes Out