My own neighborhood here in West Whittier has undergone more than a couple of transformations.
Back in the 80's when I was dabbling in freelance stringer news work, I would wind up around here about two or three times a month because of gang shootings. Since around the mid-2000's however, the neighborhood calmed down and families began moving back in again.
Can't say gentrification because not much has changed, the demographics are about what they were back then, about 55-60% hispanic and the rest divvied up amongst white, black and whatever. The houses here range from little postwar crackerboxes from the 1950's to more recent offerings built on the land as the little homes were torn down. But no stately mansions....those are found in Downey, down the road about three miles.
One of the things that make this neighborhood unique is the fact that it sits alongside the San Gabriel River and if you go on the bike path, you'll be surprised to discover that more than a few of these "somewhat" modest homes actually have lots of land behind them AND more than a few residents have STABLES with one or even two, maybe three HORSES.
Yes, a suburban city six miles East of downtown Los Angeles where you will see people riding a HORSE down your neighborhood street, you can't say that you see that every day.
I have to laugh because I'll never forget when we first moved in here in 2014...a couple of mornings later I awoke to the sound of a horse neighing and winnying.
What the HELL?
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I put on my clothes, wandered down my rather lengthy driveway and as I came out the gate, there were two very distinguished Mexican gentlemen astride their noble steeds, getting ready to take a little trip down the river, complete with their cowboy hats and boots.
I rubbed the sleep dirt from my eyes as they tipped their hats to me and clop clopped down the street and over to the river path.