Say goodbye to the Monrovia Nursery in Azusa.
On May 4th of this year, the citizens of Azusa voted to approve a development plan for the Monrovia Nursery site.
The 520 acre property is being sold to a developer who will build 1,250 homes, 18 acres of parks (all homes will be within a 5 minute walk to a park), 200 acres of passive open space and trail systems, a new K-8 school and 50,000 sf of commercial space adjacent to what will some day be a Gold Line station.
On May 4th of this year, the citizens of Azusa voted to approve a development plan for the Monrovia Nursery site.
The 520 acre property is being sold to a developer who will build 1,250 homes, 18 acres of parks (all homes will be within a 5 minute walk to a park), 200 acres of passive open space and trail systems, a new K-8 school and 50,000 sf of commercial space adjacent to what will some day be a Gold Line station.
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I suppose most of you were too young to appreciate or even remember the celestial-like peace of sitting on the veranda overlooking acre upon acre of beautiful potted plants, with the San Gabriel mountains as a backdrop. Truly one of the most magnificent "backyards" anyone could ever ask for, even the rich and famous. An amazing memory.
The kids called it the "castle on the hill". I remember it well. Olives and all.
He He...Veranda!... "Lips would be fine"
Peaceful? I remember migrant workers hammering on the doors asking for us to save them from La Migra and mom crying because we couldn't help them. I remember having to scrub the outside walls for 3 days just because John and I spray painted our names in 3 foot block letters. I remember getting busted down for lighting a hill on fire. I remember a week of restriction just for putting on football gear with John and riding our bigwheels down the hill, off a jump, and onto a plot of nursery plants. I remember having to haul one 10 lb stone at a time all the way up a steep hill just because John and I threw them over a fence, crashing down the hill into plot of nursery trees.
Peaceful?
Good times, good times. John
Don't forget splitting your back open on an old Christmas tree burying several dead dogs, pooping my pants on the way home from school every day, crying from the window as I watched my brothers play under the blossoming Olive trees and I couldn't 'cause of allergies, watching Dad shoot rats out of the trees and gophers from the veranda, seeing the fireworks go off at Citrus College every Fourth of July, orange baseball in the living room, picking roses for Mom out of the rose garden, mo-ped rides from the bus stop (helped with poopy pants), and many other wonderful memories too many to mention. John
I remember playing checkers on the kitchen floor. That truly could have been a fantastic place to live but after reading Joe's nightmare I guess it wasn't.
I remember being afraid to go to the car when leaving at night because all you boys said the coyotes were gonna eat us!!!!
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