Anyone else ever noticed how charming this house would be somewhere else? It’s on Glendale and the west 101. Just by looking at it you can tell it was here before anything else was built around It. My grandpa moved out here in the '50s to start drilling wells when there wasn’t much around. I’ve posted a picture before of my Aunt Nancy as a young girl standing in barren desert where 19th avenue Indian School is. My grandpa said one day he talked to the owner of this house and asked him if he was ever going to sell. The guy said when he was a young boy he could jump over the pine trees that now grow tall all around the property. He couldn’t bring his heart to do it. The pines tower around his farmhouse like impotent sentinels trying to remain noble.