In 1957, my parents bought a bare, ten-acre hill in Redlands, California, with stunning views of the San Bernardino Mountains, San Bernardino Valley, and Cajon Pass. The hill was terraced for an orange grove in the early 1900s, during the heyday of of citrus-growing in Redlands, but no trees were ever planted. My mother named the hill “Tiger Tail Terrace”.
In 1960, my father built their dream house on the hill with the tawny, summer colors of dry wild oats, yellow wild mustard, and California buckwheat. The house was in the style of a “storybook” ranch.
This is the story of the house, of the flora and fauna of the hill it’s on, and of the vintage treasures my parents left for me to find.
(Photo credit: Robert Steven Eubanks)