Sunday, May 24, 2020

My Visit to Lomaland

In early August 2002, I attended Comic-Con in San Diego, which gave me the opportunity to take an afternoon to visit the Point Loma area where Kenneth Morris had lived for twenty-two years between 1908 and 1930. It was a gorgeously sunny day, with bright blue skies with some clouds, yet as hot as temperature was, the steady breeze coming in off the Pacific mitigated the heat and gave the whole place a magical quality.

The area where the Theosophical community lived and worked is now a part of the Point Loma Nazarene University (known as PLNU). Not many of the Theosophical buildings survive, but the few that do are distinctive.

Here is Cabrillo Hall, which has been moved from its original location. Initially it held the offices of the Theosophical Society, but it became the home of Katherine Tingley, leader of the Theosophical Society, from 1909 until her death in 1929.
Rumors and stories that the building is haunted have inspired a book, Holy Ghosts: True Tales from a Haunted Christian College (2015) by David J. Schmidt, a 2002 graduate of PLNU. A local television news-story about the book and the hauntings (typical in its over-the-top treatment) is available here. The videos are quite interesting because they show various parts of the building and area, past and present.

This is Mieras Hall, an administration building on the PLNU campus.  Formerly it had been the residence of Arthur Spalding, who founded the Spalding sporting goods firm which continues to this day. The amethyst dome at the top is not the original--it was restored in 1983.

 The Greek amphitheater is probably the most distinctive landmark remaining from the Theosophical Society days.The audience faces the theater with the Pacific ocean as its backdrop.
Finally, here are some photos of the western slope of the campus, and down towards the ocean.




Wednesday, April 22, 2020

Articles on Lomaland, from 1907, 1913, and 1978

Kenneth Morris lived at the Theosophical community at Point Loma, California from January 1908 to January 1930.  The community, which became known as Lomaland, had been founded in 1897 by Katherine Tingley; it lasted until 1942 when the property was sold and the Theosophical Society moved to near Los Angeles.

Over the years there have been a number of articles, and more recently of books, that cover the history of Lomaland.  Here I'd like to recommend three of the articles. These give good insight into what Kenneth Morris's daily life was like during his Lomaland years.

The first one dates from January 1907, one year before Kenneth Morris's arrival.  Called "An Extraordinary Experiment in Brotherhood" it was written by Ray Stanard Baker and appeared in The American Magazine.  The illustrated pdf is downloadable here.

The second dates from October 1913, after Morris had been resident for over five years.  It is "With the Theosophists at Point Loma" by Felix J. Koch, and it appeared in The Overland Monthly. This pdf is also downloadable, at this link.

The third is a more historical perspective, dating from April 1978, "Katherine Tingley's Utopian Vision in Pt. Loma," by Merton Gaudette.  It appeared in The San Diego Reader and is currently available online at this link.

Finally, here is a select list (alphabetically) of books, or books with chapters, on  Point Loma:

Ashcraft, W, Michael. The Dawn of the New Cycle: Point Loma Theosophists and American Culture (2002). Quite interesting, though it is written from a more sociological perspective than an insider's one.

Greenwalt, Emmett A. The Point Loma Community in California, 1897-1942, A Theosophical Experiment (1955). Revised edition under the title California Utopia: Point Loma: 1897-1942 (1978). This is the best and most extensive history of the Point Loma theosophical community.

Hine, Robert V. California's Utopian Colonies (1953; with new material 1983). Includes a chapter “Theosophical Colonies: Point Loma and Temple House” which cover Point Loma (pp. 33-54).

Kagan, Paul. New World Utopias: A Photographic History of the Search for Community (1975). Contains a chapter on “Theosophist Communes in California” which includes a section, illustrated with photographs, on Point Loma (pp. 50-64).

La Playa Trail Association. Images of America: Point Loma (2016). A book of historical photographs with extensive captions covering the peninsula of Point Loma. The theosophical community is covered in one chapter, “Lomaland” (pp. 47-64).



Friday, April 10, 2020

Making (Geographical) Sense of Lomaland

A typical cover of the Raja-Yoga Messenger.*

Ever since I first started studying Kenneth Morris, and seeing photos of Lomaland, I've wanted to make better sense of what the place was like for Morris, who lived there for twenty -two years. Sadly, I never encountered a map of the Theosophical community and its environs on Point Loma, so the references to many of its parts have always been a bit confusing. But the pictorial record is abundant. The community produced a number of magazines which were well-illustrated with black-and-white photographs of the area, as produced by the "Lomaland Photo and Engraving Dept." Attractive picture postcards were also produced and sold. I've collected many of these such illustrations from disparate sources over the years, and will here give an outline of some of the major features which would have been part of Kenneth Morris's daily life. Future posts will elaborate upon those features described here.

The Theosophical community at Point Loma had its origins in 1897, and some of its major features (including the Homestead, the Temple of Peace, and the open air Greek theater) were built between 1897 and 1901. The grounds were then quite barren, but later pictures show fields, orchards and a wealth of gardens all over the community. Kenneth Morris arrived at Point Loma in January 1908, and remained there until January 1930. The Theosophical Society sold off its remaining properties in 1942 and moved up near Los Angeles. Not many of the original landmarks survive today. My final post in this series will included photos taken during my one visit to Lomaland in 2002. 

 Here are some of the main features I will discuss.  1) The Homestead, also called the Raja-Yoga Academy. 2) The Temple of Peace. 3) The Greek Theater. 4) The Gates. 5) The grounds around the Raja-Yoga Academy. 6) Homes and Bungalows. 7) Beaches and Canyons.

I will give each of these areas a separate blog-post, with (perhaps) some additional posts highlighting other features.  In this post I will use some aerial shots, with some annotations, to show the lie of the land.

First, here is an undated post card showing the lower part of the Point Loma peninsula, taken from the Pacific Ocean side. The grounds of the Theosophical community are not visible--they would be to the left of the photograph. But one sees the northern part of San Diego Bay, and the beginnings of the city of San Diego proper at the right. (Click on any image to view it larger.)
Next is a USGS topographical map from 1943. The Theosophical community is marked on the western side of Point Loma, corresponding to where La Playa is marked on the east side.
Here's a current screenshot of a map of the area. Most of the Theosophical community and its building were between the areas labelled "La Playa" and the "Natural Park" icon just below "Sunset Cliffs."
To turn now to Lomaland itself, here is a view of the southern part of the community taken from the south-east. The Pacific is in the west, and the Greek theater is prominently visible.
Next is a view from the south, looking north. The Greek theater is marked D. The blue dot near the letter E marks the south end of Pepper Street (marked on the view above), which runs north to mark B. (The road running from the right of E goes to east to the secondary Egyptian Gate.) The blue dot near the B marks the main entrance (facing east) of the Raja-Yoga Academy. The blue dot marked C notes the main entrance (facing west) of the Temple of Peace. The Blue dot marked A denotes the residence of the Spalding family (it is one of the few buildings which survives to this day). F marks Lomaland Drive. Somewhere to the right of the blue dot would be where the Main Gate (also known as the Roman Gate) to the Theosophical grounds would be found.
Here is a view of the main buildings taken from the south and looking north. The Athletic Fields are visible at the top left, and some of the orchards at the top right.  At the lower right are some of the Group-Homes and Bungalows where the students and staff lived. (In noting the Spalding House, I misspelled the name as "Spaulding.")
Finally, a view from the east, looking west, which shows the Main Entrance or Roman Gate on Lomaland Drive where it meets up with what is now called Catalina Boulevard (formerly it was Point Loma Boulevard). Other features are marked (including another misspelling of Spalding).

*This cover of the Raja-Yoga Messenger shows, at the left, the Greek Theater from the canyon behind it, and, similarly, at the right, the Temple of Peace.

Wednesday, April 1, 2020

Some Impressions of Lomaland (1908) by Kenneth Morris

Kenneth Morris arrived at the Theosophical Headquarters near San Diego in January 1908. He remained there twenty-two years, until January 1930 when he headed to Wales.  

The Theosophical Headquarters was situated on Point Loma, a peninsular headland running north and south, with San Diego Bay to the east, and the Pacific Ocean to the west. (The southern part of Point Loma was—and still is—a military base.) In 1897, Katherine Tingley, Leader of The Theosophical Society, purchased a large number of acres on the western side of peninsula, and quickly began building some remarkable buildings like the Temple of Peace and the Homestead (later known as the Raja-Yoga Academy), both surmounted by glass domes which reflected the sunlight during the day and which were illuminated from within by night. The fruitful land, mostly barren at that time, was filled with palm and other trees, and myriads of flowers. The theosophical community became known as Lomaland. Its heyday ran until Tingley's death in 1929, and the fortunes of the Theosophical Society were greatly diminished that same year after the stock market crash. In 1942, the Theosophical Society sold off its remaining Lomaland properties and moved north to Covina, some twenty miles to the east of Los Angeles. closing the Lomaland chapter of its history. 

After Kenneth Morris arrived in January 1908, he he wrote an article "Some Impression of Lomaland," published in the June 1908 issue of the International Theosophical Chronicle, a London journal. Below are extracts of this article by Kenneth Morris.
It is hard to conceive, when one first sees Lomaland, what the photographers were about when they gave us pictures so far falling short of the jewel reality. The sun has made this land his own, and the whole promontory has drunk and drunk in sunshine until it seems to be quivering and alive and intense with music, gladness, hope, reality. Years are taken from one’s age when one sets foot here, and one cannot say whether soil or air or some other factor had most hand in working the magic. . . .
The whole headland is redolent with colour, a glory of scent, and Prospero’s island was not so magical with music. The sea will permit no silence, yet the sound is richer than silence itself—perhaps one might say, more full of the soul of silence than any mere absence of sound.. . . 
What the great hill was like before it was crowned with those beautiful domes one cannot say. Nature must have done her best for it even then, and left no stone unturned to make it lovely. Now it is as if she were thankful to a greater artist than herself for painting into her picture fairer things than even she could have dreamed. She is here still, and when there are thousands or millions of human people on the Point, she will not have gone: she will be still here, and constantly jubilant and grateful. It is not merely that the sky is bluer now in January than the June sky at its bluest in other lands; nor that the Pacific is a jewel—many jewels—sapphires, turquoise, topaz, amethysts (while the Mediterranean’s self is only pigment or blue porcelain); not that the ruddy gold of the soil is teeming and blooming with myriads of myriad-scented flowers and shrubs; nor that the sun is empurpling every shadow, and waking gold and diamonds wherever there is earth to be gilded or water to gleam. It is that all these things are true, and that further, and above all, one senses nature herself, alert, friendly, triumphant; not displeased with human effort, but backing it so lovingly that the sewn seed produces a thousandfold, and the white tents and domed temples are as if they had grown from magical roots, and had been conceived by no less an artist than the builder of the mountains and designer of the seas. One cannot imagine Point Loma without them. They must have been there, one dreams, for a million ages; and fairycraft was concealing them until a few years ago. The place is vibrant with the glory of which legends are made. . . .
A great rock-bound promontory, rising high out of the sea; first the rocks, then the cliffs, then the hillside rising and rising. It is a long way down from the homestead to the sea, and the hillside that divides them has one grand object in life, and that is to produce sweet-scented growths; so that one can hardly tell where gardens end and wild life begins, both being so perfect and closely in harmony. Over all is the crowning miracle of those two gleaming domes. Take the rim of the sea, between the blue and the white of the foam; of that green they made the dome on the home­stead; the other one is of the colour of pomegranate juice, and the sun will not let either of them be anything but shining. . .
Here are men and women of all lands, speaking all languages—efficients of every trade, art, craft or profession amongst them—sharing a common strenuous life; and the whole scheme is so perfectly laid out and controlled that no waste nor turmoil nor ill-feeling can creep in; there is no jar or confusion, no cliques nor any interfering with the duties of another. The more the world sees and hears of this place the nearer will it be to solving the problems that encumber it now. The conviction is forced on one that this is a model for the whole earth to fashion its life after.

Monday, February 24, 2020

The Strange Little Girl (1911)

When I was paging through issues of The Lotus-Circle Messenger, a children's theosophical magazine which began in 1930 and was renamed in 1936 as The Junior Theosophist and Lotus-Circle Messenger, I was intrigued to see this advertisement in the December 1932 issue:


The first book listed, The Coming of the King (1901), was written and illustrated by Reginald Machell (1854-1927), a friend and collaborator with Morris. Machell was an early resident at the Point Loma community, and had lived there for several years before Morris arrived in January 1908.

The fourth title especially interested me, as it claims to be a short book by Kenneth Morris entitled The Strange Little Girl. But researching this later, I learned that it was not published with Morris's name on it, but merely with the byline "V.M." Is the story by Morris, or did someone who made the advertisement confuse Morris's initials (K.V.M.) with those of someone else? That appears to be the case, for The Strange Little Girl, published in 1911, seemed to have been written by Vredenburgh Minot.

Minot (1887-1928) was from a notable Boston family. His maternal aunt was Dr. Gertrude van Pelt (1856-1947), a physician and a high-level theosophist in the Point Loma Community. Both Vredenburgh's parents were dead by 1900, and in 1905 he spent several weeks visiting his aunt before going to study at Harvard University. Minot was part of the Harvard Class of 1909, but according to the history of that Class, Minot withdrew during or at the end of his junior year.  He settled in Point Loma, and quickly became involved in many activities there. He studied at the Raja-Yoga Academy, where his instructor in literature and history was Kenneth Morris.

Vredenbugh Minot married Hazel Oettl (1889-1969) in December 1917. Minot contributed to The Theosophical Path and The Raja-Yoga Messenger, and was on the editorial staff of the latter at the time of his death, from complications of a heavy attack of influenza, in December 1928.  The Theosophical Path for February 1929 devoted five pages to his memory, including testimonials from colleagues and friends. Kenneth Morris contributed a verse valedictory that was read out at the services and printed in the magazine. Oddly, though, there is no mention at all of the publication of The Strange Little Girl, which was apparently his only book. 

And what of the book itself?  It is a fairy tale, at the beginning, of a young princess named Eline,and it quickly moves on with an allegorical progression of her soul as it gains knowledge and influence.  An interesting tale, in some ways like some by Kenneth Morris, but it also shares a lot of traits with other theosophical fiction of the time period. You can read a copy here

Wednesday, February 12, 2020

Kenneth Morris and the Problem of Pseudonyms

Kenneth Morris left no bibliography of his writings, which were published in a large number of theosophical magazines from the mid-1890s on past Morris's death in 1937 and into the 1940s. The making of such a bibliography is greatly complicated by Morris's use of pseudonyms, which he used on his fiction as well as on his poetry and other writings. Some of the pseudonyms are easily decipherable as variations on his name or initials. His earliest writings were signed as by “Ceinydd Morus”—a Welsh form of his name.  Later this became “Cenydd Morus.”  Also he used the initials C.M. [on poetry], and K.V.M.—the V. standing for his middle name, Vennor. Otherwise he used a number of pseudonyms, listed alphabetically below. At least one is decipherable:  C. ApArthur can be decoded as C [for Cenydd]  Ap [Welsh “son of”] Arthur [Kenneth’s father’s name]. The name “Quintus Reynolds” appeared on early work (mostly poetry or essays) and then reappeared nearly two decades later on fiction.

In the 1940s, the first attempt at noting all of Morris's stories was made by George Simpson, who collected some twenty-six stories. Simpson was doubtless aided by the fact of Morris's 1926 collection, The Secret Mountain and Other Tales, which contains ten stories, most of which previously appeared under various pseudonyms. But Simpson's compilation was by no means comprehensive, and it includes four items that may or may not have been by Morris. Three were bylined “Stanley Fitzpatrick”—but Stanley Fitzpatrick was an actual person whom Morris knew at Point Loma, an elderly woman, who rarely published anything, and who died in her eighties at Point Loma in 1928.  Might she have broken her decades of publishing silence in 1914-1918 to publish three rather Morrisian short stories that George Simpson thought were by Morris? Or might Morris have had a hand in encouraging her or in influencing her by his example?  The truth is probably unrecoverable.  But if one accepts the three short stories as by Morris, then one must also accept the serialized sixteen-chapter theosophical novel published under the same name during the same time period. I will discuss the Stanley Fitzpatrick stories in detail in the future, but for the present, their existence exemplifies some of the difficulties in ascribing any pseudonymous writings to Morris. It is also worth noting that there are a large number of mythological and fantasy stories in these theosophical magazines for the decades in which Morris contributed his stories. Some of these stories are anonymous, or signed with initials (that may or may not be identifiable with other members of the Point Loma theosophical community). It is problematic to attribute many of them to Morris.

Kenneth J. Zahorsky and Robert H. Boyer published a much fuller Morris bibliography in 1981, but there were still a good number of theosophical magazines that they hadn't been able to examine. And since then I have built upon their work, and added considerably to the Morris bibliography by examining these rare magazines. A number of early Morris stories were revealed and reprinted in The Dragon Path: Collected Tales of Kenneth Morris (1995), and since then I have found four additional stories that I feel certain were authored by Kenneth Morris, one even being under his own name.


Kenneth Morris's known pseudonyms (used on fiction only):

C. ApArthur. [Three instances, 1915-1917]  C [for Cenydd]  Ap [Welsh “son of”] Arthur [Kenneth’s
               father’s name]
Walshingham Arthur [1929]
Aubrey Tyndall Bloggsleigh [1919]
Floyd C. Egbert [Two instances 1917-1918]
F. McHugh Hilman [1916]
Ambrosius Kesteven [1919]
Maurice Langran [1917]
Fortescue Lanyard [1917]
Vernon Lloyd-Griffiths [1917]
K.V.M.  [Three instances 1899-1921]
Hankin Maggs [1916]
Jefferson D. Malvern [1916]
Patton H. Miffkin [1918]
Bingham T. Molyneux [1930]
Sergius Mompesson [1915]
Kenneth Morris [Eight instances, 1922-1933]
Ceinydd Morus [Six instances 1899-1902]
Cenydd Morus [Three instances 1914-1917]
Even Gregson Mortimer [1917]
Ephraim Soulsby Paton [1915]
Quintus Reynolds [Two instances 1915]
Evan Snowdon [1917]
Wentworth Tompkins [1916] 
Thomson J. Wildredge [1915]

Monday, February 3, 2020

Caermarthen by Kenneth Morris

A Glimpse of Caermarthen, Wales

The men are fishermen; the things on their backs are their boats, which they carry about on land like that. But you needn’t feel sorry for them; because boats are not a bit heavy. They are coracles; and if only you understood Welsh I should put in here a poem about them, called Hen Gwrwg fy Ngwlad, to show you how poetic those queer tortoise-looking things are when you know them. They are really baskets, with a hide stretched over the outside to keep out the water; they have been in use in Wales for two thousand years at least, since (I think) Julius Caesar mentions them; and probably they were in use there thousands of years before that. They sit right on the surface of the shallow Welsh rivers, drawing no depth at all, and skim about like water-flies: upstream driven by the fisherman’s paddle, downstream with the swift current; and the chances are that the first time you go in one, in about one minute you are enjoying a beautiful swim; because one small wrong motion, and over the coracle goes.
Now you might think that people who still use a kind of boat their fathers were using thousands of years ago, are ‘primitive savages,’ so to speak; but nothing of the kind! Very likely one of these very men has won a prize for a poem or essay in the Eisteddfod,—which means ‘session’: it is the session of the bards, at which people compete for musical and literary prizes, and the one whose poem is adjudged the best becomes a kind of national hero for the following year. How ‘high-falutin’ the word bard sounds! But in Welsh it is the common word for anyone who goes in for writing things that aren’t sermons or scientific books or journalism; it doesn’t even neces­sarily mean a poet at all. It is one of the very few Welsh words that have come into English; and then it had to come through Latin first.
As for the river, it is the Tywi, or as the English spell it, Towy. It is one of the largest rivers in Wales; and as it is quite near the sea at this point—you may form your own conclusions as to the size of Welsh rivers. In fact the Tywi is only thirty miles long: but you can crowd heaps of poetry and legends and fairies and things like that into thirty miles. And history too, for that matter.
The town behind is Caermarthen. It looks ugly enough, because of that building at the back: once there was a castle there, but now it is a prison. You would never think that a town like that could have been the home of, and named after, the most famous Enchanter of European legend; but it is: for Caermarthen is a corruption of Caerfyrddin, which means the City of Myrddin,—whose name the Normans couldn’t pronounce, so they made it into Merlin. Now Merlin is supposed to have lived in the time of Arthur; and Arthur is supposed to have lived in the sixth century A. D. But the curious thing is that long before that there was a Roman town at Caer­marthen; and it, too, went by the same name: it was called in Latin Maridunum, which was merely the Latin corruption of the native Britonic or Welsh name. So that looks as if Merlin really lived a long time before the Romans conquered Britain.
A few miles from the town is the cave in which he lies dreaming or enchanted; a Faery Lady put spells on him, so that he might not die, but go to sleep for ages, and never be lost to the world. So I suppose he will awake sometime, and begin his grand enchantments again.
Countries are like men: they must go to sleep sometimes, or they would get tired out and die. When that happens, the people stop progressing; they can no longer unite, or undertake new projects; they only want to be left alone and have a quiet time, and make little wars among themselves, and not be governed or anything. So generally they get conquered by some neighboring people that happens to be awake. In such sleeping countries­ you very often hear of ancient heroes and magicians who are said to be dreaming under some mountain or in some cave, waiting for the time when they must wake and lead their people to great things again. In Wales there are at least four such enchanted sleepers: Arthur, and Myrddin, and Owen Glyndwr, and another man called Owen Redhand, who was a son of the last Prince of Wales, and who became, after the conquest, a great captain in the French navy; Froissart tells you about him. Perhaps it means really the Soul of the Nation; which goes into the Hidden World when the nation falls asleep; and then, after centuries, when the time comes, and the people are ready, it comes forth again.

Kenneth Morris
The Raja-Yoga Messenger, July 1920