By Ernie Maxwell
Town Crier founder

Editor’s note: This originally ran Jan. 29, 1981.

Since Donnajean’s interview several weeks ago, there have been requests for me to write a rather complete history of this place. Her interview touched on some of my recollections and opinions covering the last 35 years in the community.

Whatever history I generate has been material for Town Crier. Through the years I was in a good position as editor-reporter-photographer to record many events. In the news business, we have an opportunity to collect a mass of information. Unceasing curiosity and a thirst for knowledge compel us to look under rocks along the paths.

Doing a thorough job on local history isn’t my bag. There are a couple of reasons. First, I’m addicted to the comments of one of the greatest pitchers who ever played pro baseball, Satchel Paige. A favorite statement was: “Don’t look back, something might be gaining on you.”

The other reason is that in looking back there are memories. This community is what it is today because of many stalwart individuals who are no longer among us. They played an important role following World War II in shaping our development. These persons expressed imagination, foresight, rugged individualism and a high degree of non-conformity.

Because services were limited, we had to develop greater individual responsibility. There was a strong kinship for the environment, just as the farmer becomes attached to his land. Folks felt protective of “The Hill.”

The remoteness of the area gave us a rural feeling and the recognition that when the chips were down Mother Nature was in charge. Anyone who came to town to change the nature of things usually left defeated. There were constant reminders that weather conditions, droughts, fires, hard winters and all the blessings of the Earth were important.

In November 1943, a major fire swept down to the Cranston Ranger Station from near Mountain Center. Touched off by hot ashes dumped outside during a gusty Santa Ana wind, the fire raced back uphill and was stopped from destroying the community by backfires on West Ridge.

From almost the beginning, the Idyllwild Inn was the center of community affairs. The old one burned to the ground in May 1945 and was replaced by one that served as the civic center until Town Hall was built. It, and Fern Valley Lodge, were settings for many parties.

No report on events or people can be concluded without reference to certain real “old-timers.” The Jerry Johnson and Poates families are a story in themselves. Jerry donated land for Town Hall and Eleanor developed Eleanor Park. Lemmie Poates was “contractor” for Town Hall, helped by brothers Bill and Vic. Then there was their mother, Ma Poates, maker of fantastic pies.

There’s lots of local history, but for the 1980s I have my eyes set in the direction of new frontiers to explore.