The Story of
Reprinted with modifications, from
Mountain/Hi-Desert
Guide, 1988
At
first glance, Wrightwood's Acorn Lodge might be seen as nothing more than a
parcel of real estate that has recently changed hands. Yet, look into Acorn
Lodge's rustic structure and its intriguing rock work, and you'll begin to
discover something of the man who created Acorn Lodge and who earned a place
in Southern California's history.
The man was William Marion Bristol, born in
Belvidere, Illinois on January 20, 1859. Bristol was an inventive,
imaginative, energetic, whimsical man who was something of a practical
joker. When he came to California he spent some five years in Los Angeles
attempting to make his fortune in real estate, yet lost it in 1887. He then
left with his two burros to seek his fortune in the California country side.
Around 1890 he staked a homestead claim in
East Highland. He later purchased additional acreage and his spread was
dubbed Way-Up Ranch. Due to its elevation, some of the surrounding farmers
said it would be impossible to work the land since water had to be hauled up
to the ranch. Yet, its location proved to be an asset, for it was high up
enough to be above the frost line, and when a well was drilled there was
plenty of water.
Way-Up Ranch
Since Way-Up Ranch was above the frost
line, its ideal crop was oranges. Bristol created and patented the Sunkist
label, which he sold and is still in existence today. He also invented the
household manual orange juicer, which was patterned after the lemon juicer,
and was used as a promotional gimmick for Sunkist.
In February of 1893, at the age of 34,
Bristol married Fannie Howe Dearborn, who was 27 years old. Together they
had four children, which included one who died in infancy and one who died
as a teenager.
Bristol was not the type of man to settle
down and live a predictable life, his adventures seemed to continually lead
him down varying paths. For instance, when he decided to christen the peak
above his ranch Mount Harrison, in honor of the President, he led some 27
men and women up to the mountain, and planted a 40 foot pole atop it, with
an 18 foot flag firmly attached. He was also active in various civic
activities, including being the leader in the campaign which moved the site
of the county courthouse.
Bristol Helps Build Camp Cajon
In 1919, on a two month vacation, Bristol
pitched a tent by a willow grove in Cajon Pass. He then set out to beautify
the area and transform the site into an assessable public park, thus Camp
Cajon, the first outdoor camp in the southland, was built. Bristol added
rock work to the buildings and built dozens of concrete tables. The two
month project lengthened by several years. Nineteen years after Bristol
first began working on Camp Cajon, the site was destroyed in the devastating
flood of 1938. Yet, many of the massive tables, some of which bore
dedication plaques in their centers, have found their way to other Southern
California parks.
Another pet project of Bristol's was Acorn Lodge,
which he began building around 1926 and completed approximately three years
later. The rustic Wrightwood lodge was filled with intriguing accessories,
each the handiwork of the imaginative Bristol. He began with the stone
frontispiece, which proclaimed "Acorn Lodge A.D. 1926", then added
interesting pieces from nature, such as the curved log which formed an
archway, the turnstile created from twisted logs, or the bells cut from
stone, to name just a few.
Visitors came to the Lodge, and for a time
Bristol even charged 25 cents for a tour of what he called his Acorn Lodge
museum. Bristol, who was fond of chronicling his life via scrap books,
decided to create a souvenir book of his beloved Acorn Lodge. And so The
House that B - Built was published.
The 147 page book, printed in 1929 by
Bristol's son in law, William P. Doherty, contained over 50 photographs and
captions, and over a dozen short stories and poems of local interest. Today
the book is out of print, and while a few books are owned by some
Wrightwoodians, individuals who would like to view a copy of the book can do
so by visiting the California Room at the San Bernardino Library.
Bristol's grandson, Mal Doherty, a six year
part time resident of Wrightwood, has recently given Mountain/Hi-Desert
Guide his permission to reprint The House that B - Built
within the monthly publication. For the next six or seven months, readers
will be able to collect a tabloid size four page insert. After collecting
the six or seven inserts, the reader will then be able to fit the inserts
together and then have their own copy of The House That B - Built...
complete with interesting articles and photographs of local history.
When you begin to collect the book, there
are a few things to look for...first, the book is reportedly written by
William B. Marion (a pen name for Bristol), the author intentionally avoids
mentioning the name Bristol within the book, instead refers to himself as
"B-".
Although Bristol had no formal higher
education, he wrote frequently and had many articles published in local
newspapers and in Westways magazine, some of which are included in the back
of his book. But reader beware...the articles dated April 1 are pure
fiction. Occasionally Bristol would have articles printed in unsuspecting
newspapers on April's Fool's Day, then the articles would later be
retracted.
As a good friend of the newspaper tycoon
Harry Chandler, Bristol once had an ongoing corresponding relationship with
newspaper columnist Alma Witaker. Yet, unsuspecting Alma thought the letters
were coming from three separate individuals, none of whom were named
Bristol.
In 1939 Chandler and a group of friends
brought Alma to Acorn Lodge for an elaborate hoax. Alma met Bristol for the
first time, then the old prankster excused himself, saying he needed to go
to the village to take a phone call. Bristol then returned, dressed as a
woman, and assumed the name of one of the imaginary individuals who had been
writing Alma. Although the columnist immediately recognized Bristol, she
played along with the game, watching her host dress into the other two
characters he'd created. After they had a good laugh, they became fast
friends, and the two continued to write one and other.
In the course of his lifetime he visited
and photographed a variety of individuals and locations which played early
roles in Wrightwood's history. On film he captured Wright's Ranch, and the
now vanished Wright's Lake. He even knew and wrote about the legendary
Mountain Man Vincent. Knowing the recluse Vincent never posed for
photographs (the reason of course was that he once killed a man), Bristol
and his son visited Vincent, telling him that they wanted to photograph
Vincent's rifle. As Vincent watched Bristol fumble with a tripod, Bristol's
son nervously captured the unsuspecting mountain man on film.
In 1941, after a full and rich life,
William Bristol died at the age of 82 by his own hand. His somewhat
sensationalized death was reported in local newspapers which bore headlines
such as: W.M. Bristol Lies in Home Made Casket, Shoots Himself, or Bristol
Noted Pioneer Kills himself at 82, or Bristol writes eloquent plea for
euthanasia, Kills himself. Yet, the letter he left behind, and requested the
newspapers to print helped to explain why a man who'd led his creative life
with such playful zeal would even consider to take his life. The letter
read:
To my family and friends:
I was standing on a street corner in San Bernardino
one day debating what I should do next, when a passing acquaintance hailed
me with, "Well, what are you scheming now?"
"I am planning to charter a vessel and load
it with old people who want to sail for the Port of Oblivion."
"It won't work," said my friend. "You can't
get a big enough boat."
Webster's Dictionary printed in 1912
defines euthanasia as; "The act of practice of painlessly putting to death
persons suffering from incurable and distressing diseases as an act of
mercy," and adds that legalizing of this has been advocated.
During my rather long life I have had
occasion to put several domestic animals out of their misery; and I can see
no reason why the human animal should be denied the same release. I had
hoped that the practice of euthanasia might become general before I myself
should reach the end of the trail; but I have come to the point where I can
no longer endure the painful and incurable ailments that have overtaken me.
If I were to enumerate them I am sure that no one would censure me for
bringing them to an end, much as I dislike doing it myself.
I have left all necessary instructions for
my burial in an unmarked grave in the forest above Acorn Lodge and in the
rustic casket I made for myself several years ago.
In conclusion I plead for the speedy and
nation-wide legalizing of euthanasia. It would be vastly preferable to
giving the old folks old age pensions, thereby virtually compelling them to
drag out a long and miserable existence. Youth cannot intelligently
sympathize with age. - William M. Bristol
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