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January 9, 2014 by tomdalzell

Gone #4 – Old Weird Telegraph Part Three: Hotels/Flophouses

Three grand old buildings that were at different times and for different reasons strong presences on old weird Telegraph are gone, one to the wrecking ball, two to fire and then the wrecking ball.

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They were all elegant presences on Telegraph, frayed as they may have been.  But they are gone.

The Alta Vista

First to go was the Alta Vista, on the northeast corner of Telegraph and Bancroft, part of the Lost Block.

Alta Vista sketch SF call 7:8:07

Sketch from the San Francisco Call
July 8, 1907

As Built

As Built

The wrecking ball took the Alta Vista in 1946, the first casualty of the University’s long-term program of extending campus limits south to Bancroft. The 30 apartment tenants were given about two weeks’ notice to vacate at Christmas-time 1945.

The Marshall Apartments

Marshall apts BAHA

Photo: Berkeley Architectural Heritage Association

Marshall Apartments

The Marshall Apartments stood on the southwest corner of Bancroft and Telegraph.

The Berkeley Inn

The Berkeley Inn at Telegraph and Haste was, it could be said, our Chelsea Hotel. We wish!  Sadly, it is known to Cal students for the last 20+ years as the abandoned pit with an iron fence around it.

Berkeley Inn restaurant

SF Blue Book 1914

San Francisco Blue Book 1915

The building, designed by Joseph Cather Newsome and built in 1911, was an SRO hotel, also known as a flophouse, in the 60s and 70s before being taken by fire in the 80s.  It was a shabby crossroads of chaos and art and desperation.  It housed a never-to-be-seen-again mix of drifters and grifters, hustlers and grafters, painters and writers and poets, fools and innocents, gadflies and agitators and provacateurs, rabble-rousers and rebels with causes, plotters and fast-talkers, crazies and loonies, idlers and loungers and loafers and slackers, wanderers and seekers, travelers and ramblers and gamblers, cockroaches and mice, pervs and perps, pool sharks and card sharks and sharpies, stoners and addicts and acid heroes and speed freaks, junkies and pushers, rats and informers, dreamers and musicians and beautiful losers, scammers and shammers, deceivers and believers, alkies and juicers and winos and barflies, outlaws and outcasts and runaways, hermetic autodidacts and recluses and The Colonel, cheats and liars and graduate students, swindelrs and bilkers and chiselers, pranksters and rascal and rogues, vagrants and derelicts and just drop-outs, heroes and villains and street superstars, finaglers and miscreants and bail-skippers, wheeler dealers and savants and philosophers, bums and tramps and saints, petty criminals and felons, parolees, pensioners, fugitives and refugees, geniuses, vagabonds and n’er-do-wells and simply the down and out.

Photo: Nestor Wolansky

Photo: Nestor Wolansky

Berkeley Gazette, September 27, 1978

Berkeley Gazette, September 27, 1978

The single elevator ran on direct current, when it ran.  The original telephone system with a switchboard behind the desk clerk’s chair was still operational, more or less, in the 1980s.  Desk clerks were paid with free rooms.  There was a maid or two.  And lots of cockroaches.

I stood at the corner of Haste and Telegraph for a few days in the fall of 1980 with Fred Ross registering voters in the hopes of stopping Governor Reagan from becoming President Reagan.  We used ironing boards as our working surface.  They folded up and were easy to carry and were a catchy gimmick.

1980 Berkeley

This is what I looked like then – on the left.  This photo is in a Parker Street backyard.  We did very well registering voters.  I made notes watching people coming and going from the Berkeley Inn.  It was really something.  And, of course, Governor Reagan became President Reagan.

Berkeley Inn

Summer 1980 (waiting for Fred Ross and me)

Photo: Independent Gazette, 18 February, 1981

Photo: Independent Gazette, 18 February, 1981

And here a street shot, with the gone-not-forgotten Forum espresso shop and Xanadu restaurant also shown:

Berkeley - Telegraph Ave - August 1969

This photo is from the north, looking south:

Photo by Richard Friedman

Photo by Richard Friedman (1969)

Dig the Berkeley Inn sign painted on the top floor facing north!  On the right you see signs for Nicole’s (a boutique) and Virginia Cleaners (obviously before it moved to Shattuck).  Oh yes – and the National Guard occupying Berkeley and guns and bayonets and the occupation-obligatory concertina wire.

And from the same time:

Berkeley Inn from People's Park

Berkeley Inn Sign Bloody Friday

The Berkeley Inn sign is at the far left of the photo.  Notice all the people standing on roofs as you look south on Telegraph.  They are watching the police attack.  Watching.  At the south end you see silouettes of spectators on roofs.  This is about where James Rector was watching when he was shot and killed.  He may very well be one of the silhouettes.

Oakland Tribune (July 1, 1968)

Oakland Tribune (July 1, 1968)

The summer of 1968 saw a number of spontaneous street-closings.  Large crowds of young people took Telegraph over and partied in the streets.

I picked up a few screen shots from home movies of Berkeley from 1969 that show the Berkeley Inn as background (AS IF!):

Berkeley Inn from South - Crowd

Berkeley Inn from South of Dwight

Berkeley Inn Sign Man shouting

We had no Dylan or Arthur Miller or Kerouac as did the Chelsea, but we had our stars.  Comic artist, writer, street genius Bruce Duncan lived in room 414.  Berkeley street poet Julia Winograd, aka the Bubble Lady, aka Julia Stalingrad – lived at the Inn and was inspired by it.

Berkeley Inn Julia 3AM

BluesMore than 20 years have passed since the Berkeley Inn was demolished.  Here is a series of photos from the death watch of the Berkeley Inn:

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Oakland Post, December 7, 1988

Oakland Post, December 7, 1988

Berkeley Voice, December 8, 1988

Berkeley Voice, December 8, 1988

Berkeley Inn Daily Californian 12:5:89

Daily Californian, December 5, 1989

East Bay Express, June 15, 1990

East Bay Express, June 15, 1990

Daily Californian, August 24, 1990

Daily Californian, August 24, 1990

San Francisco Examiner, November 11, 1990

San Francisco Examiner, November 11, 1990

Finally there is construction on the lot.  After many years.

We also have this painting by Ed Munro with which to remember the Berkeley Inn:

Ed Munroe Painting

The Sequoia Building

Fire also took the Sequoia Building in late 2011, a block to the south:

Sequoia

(Photograph by Ted Friedman)

(Photograph by Ted Friedman)

Sequoia Building 2

Sequoia photo by Berkeleyside

Photo by Berkeleyside

Early storefront tenants included the A-1 Meat Market, Hagstrom’s Food Store, and the Garden Spot Market.

Garden Spot

When Hagstrom’s closed in 1953, the Berkeley Cinema Guild took the space and gave Berkeley foreign movies.  I will talk much more about the Guild in a later post.

La Fiesta 2444 TelegraphLa Fiesta Sign

Protestors have opened the fire hydrant to deter advancing police (1969)

Protestors have opened the fire hydrant to deter advancing police (1969)

cafe-intermezzo

Raleigh's

Mario’s La Fiesta Restaurant became a fixture on the corner.  In 1980 the Café Intermezzo and Raleigh’s Bar & Grill took over the Telegraph Avenue Frontage.

And_Then_There_Were_None_(1945)

Not exactly.  Four big hotels/apartments are still there, the Granada (Bancroft and Telegraph), the Cambridge (Durant and Telegraph), the Palazo (between Haste and Channing), and the Chandler Apartments (Dwight and Telegraph).  Three of the original seven, gone.  And with them, gone is a certain grandeur to Telegraph.  With the Berkeley Inn gone, so too is a unique and vibrant cocktail of personalities, never to be mixed again.

Earlier in the day I had seen my friend slowly absorbing an old illustrated version of Poe’s The Raven.

Raven 1Raven 2

When I came in with the photos from this posting he came out of Poe.  “I need a break from this.  This is deep serious stuff.   E. Allen was one twisted dude.”

As he glanced through the pictures, he paused longest at the shots of the Berkeley Inn, muttering “Nevermore.”  I thought for a minute that he might say “Nevermore” when I asked him about the photos, but he didn’t.  He stayed true to form.

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3 Responses to Gone #4 – Old Weird Telegraph Part Three: Hotels/Flophouses

  1. Chas says:
    December 15, 2017 at 4:37 pm

    I stayed at the Berkeley Inn in Jan/Feb of 1974, a heartbroken acidhead of 18, thinking that I was done with college in Michigan and looking for something to do. A few reminiscences …

    A typical evening might start panhandling across the street in front of the grocery on Telegraph. If we collected $35, we might buy 100 hits of acid, usually orange barrel, microdot, or windowpane, which we could then sell at $1 each. Of course we would eat a few hits ourselves. If we happened to recognize any of our benefactors returning down Telegraph later that evening, we would offer them a hit or 2 as a return on their “investment.” If we got sufficiently bored we night head over to Kip’s for a beer. Someone once pointed out Patty Hearst, saying “That’s Citizen Cain’s granddaughter.” “Who the fuck is Citizen Cain?” I thought.

    If the night went on long enough, we might buy a box of pancake mix and a few essentials. We’d then walk up to the University and set up my collapsible camp stove near the gate and serve free pancakes and jam to passing street people. Pancakes and beer at 4AM, while tripping. That’s living life to the fullest, thought I. For maybe a week.

    Eventually I would stagger on back to the Berkeley Inn, always careful not to reveal where I was staying, or indeed that I had an indoor place to stay at all. A man with the means to pay rent, even $70/month, might have been a mark on the street. The guy at the night desk was flamboyantly gay, and there was always a much older queen standing there talking to him. I’d pass a few minutes with them hearing tales of the 1960s San Francisco I had come west to see, but which had long crumbled. They were sassy and witty, and listening to them was like stepping into a Harold Pinter dialog.

    When I tired of that I’d go up to my room. My window faced Haste Street. The One World Family Commune operated a restaurant on the opposite corner. Giant flying saucers were painted on the side of the building to welcome the Space Brothers who were sure to come to rescue their earthbound kin, any day. Maybe the comet Kohoutec was a sign. Sometimes I would sit in my window and wait for the burnouts to come slouching down Haste on their way to sleep in the park. I’d then use my flashlight to spotlight one of the flying saucers, to the startled amazement of my probably tripping victim, always snapping the light off before he could identify its source.

    Across the hall lived a woman in her early 20s who had arrived from Brooklyn with a boyfriend who ripped her off and abandoned her, leaving her to work in a rub joint in the city. She would matter of factly tell tales of relieving her “clients'” frustration in a heavy accent that fascinated me. My Midwestern heartache was interpreted as a need to get laid, and at 18, I can’t say she was entirely wrong. “If you can’t get it in BOIK-ley,” she’d say, “you can’t get it ANYweah.”

    A few random snippets, both bad and good. The “STP family” of predatory speedfreaks who survived by cheating and robbing people up and down the Avenue. The New Riders at the Keystone, and Jerry Garcia with Billy Cobham at the U.

    Eventually I received notice of a scholarship increase, and decided to give Michigan another try. But I returned frequently to the Bay area, and to Berkeley, throughout the 1970s and since. I’ve watched its metamorphoses in snapshots at intervals averaging about 2 years. But I’ll always have a special fondness for that transitional year between the debris of hippiedom and the rise of disco and yuppies, when the dream still seemed possible, if one was 18 and could score some windowpane.

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    • tomdalzell says:
      December 16, 2017 at 3:23 pm

      Love it. I did a tiny clean-up, making the jerking off a little less explicit but – perfect depiction. Thanks Tom

      Reply
  2. Deej says:
    October 9, 2018 at 4:40 am

    I too had a pad for some time at the Berkeley Inn, in between stints with the One World Family Commune (which operated the Restaurant & New Age Center across the street, now Amoeba Records). I talk about that time a bit on my website (DaleLafayette.com/about/). Love the photos! I had no idea these were online… I was there!! Thank you.

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