On hot summer days in the late 1800s, the well-to-do could flee their sweltering Bunker Hill mansions to take a long, dusty ride on the Los Angeles and Independence Railroad to bask in the cool ocean breezes of Santa Monica.
It was a 16-mile journey by steam train through lima bean fields and cow pastures, with a layover at a tidy little Victorian train station at the halfway point between the two cities, in a whistle-stop known as the Palms.
The tiny settlement, which consisted of a few sparsely developed blocks to the south of the train depot, was a beacon of relative urbanity in the wilderness of the west L.A. Basin, boasting a post office, a hotel and a store called the Half Way House, where farmers could pick up feed for their livestock and travelers could wet their whistles.
When the Pacific Electric Co. bought the railroad and electrified it, making the journey to downtown by Red Car more convenient and affordable, the little town began to grow. Businesses popped up from one end of 4th Street (now Motor Avenue) to the other.
Real estate developers successfully marketed the town — now part of the city of L.A. — as a suburb, with the memorable come-on of "No Cold Winters. No Hot Summers. No Saloons at the Palms."
Soon, modest Craftsman bungalows lined the residential streets, and aside from some apartment developments near Venice Boulevard, Palms retained that small-town feel for the next 40 years.
In the late 1930s, the previously untouched northwest corner of Palms was developed as an
South of Westside Village, most of the single-family homes in the area are long gone, having been bulldozed decades ago to make way for multi-family units. The wave of redevelopment left Palms the possessor of one of the city's biggest collection of 1950s and 60s-era dingbat apartments.
The commuters who lived in these apartments didn't ride the train anymore: The Red Car was gone. A new generation of car-centric Angelenos got up each morning and clogged the new 405 and 10 freeways with their daily east-west migration. The Westside traffic nightmare had begun.
Now the city is fighting back. The recently extended Expo Line traces the same path as the old Los Angeles and Independence Railroad, with the new Palms station just a few hundred feet from the location of the original. Now the halfway point between downtown and the beach has become more popular and convenient than ever.