The following article was
written by Katherine Yamada and was published in the
The Verdugo Adobe
For many years, the old Verdugo adobe at
In 1920, a writer who identified himself
only as "Old Timer" wrote a glowing account in the
"At a bend in the road almost directly east of the old house, the highway was abandoned and a dash down the hill over the little rustic ridge across the brook brought me to the ranch house."
By the time the "Old Timer"
wrote the account, the rustic bridge was a substantial concrete affair, the
shady road was known as
A woodpile at the rear of the house provided the logs for the fire he enjoyed each evening and for the wood stove in the kitchen. In the corner of the main room was a double bed. The "Old Timer" says he conjured up an image of old Teodoro lying there watching the firelight, then remembered the tale that the old don refused to sleep in the house after an unusually severe earthquake. Instead, Teodoro put his bed out on the veranda and slept there.
A second room in the original adobe was used as the guest chamber. The veranda was furnished with rustic chairs and settees made from gnarled and twisted limbs of trees from the woodlands below the ranch house. With a rug and numerous cushions, the veranda was a comfortable place.
"Setting on the rose-embowered east veranda in the moonlight, listening to the mockingbirds, with the fragrance of the roses filling the air, a day comes to mind when the old don left all this and was borne on the shoulder of sons and friends over the hills to San Gabriel and laid with his forefathers in the old churchyard at San Gabriel Mission. And the dreamer-in-the-moonlight thinks regretfully of bygone days".