A Writer's 21st Century Memoir.

L is for the Locals

LA visitor drives in from over the Grapevine and into the thin layer of smog covering the lid of the Central Valley that has been collected from cites all over. The non-local knows only of what he has been told. For the strange new face, Bakersfield is this mystic town filled with locals riding horses on city streets in barren desert. However, he eventually changes his tune after his personal tour guide and former local resident takes him on a journey.

The stranger is taken onto the fertile land, where the majority of the nation’s produce is grown. The visitor realizes how close everything is to the city at the base of the valley. The mountains of Tehachapi, Lake Isabella, Los Angeles, the beaches along the coast, and the family owned farms and dairies, surround the growing city creating new and exciting events and ideas for vacations. 

He learns about the rich culture where famed musicians and a unique sound have emerged at Buck Owens Crystal Palace, and gets a glimpse of the local culture and art scene at the Bakersfield Museum of Art, California Living Museum (CALM), the Metro Gallery, and the Buena Vista Museum of Natural History.

The “First Friday Art Walk” event later that night leaves the visitor in awe, while every local artist opens their galleries and shops to show off their beautiful work. Vendors sell food from local eateries, and the young adults grab cocktails from the lively bars. The lights hung above the streets and the live music lead the visitor and the guide to Dagny’s, a local coffee shop, where some of the locals recite poetry in front of other poetic locals.

The guide lets the visitor read all about Bakersfield in the magazine that she used to write for at the local family-owned, popular candy shop and creamery called Dewar’s, after eating dinner at one of the many Basque restaurants in the area. The visitor later leaves the tight-nit community with a different view of Bakersfield.

No longer is the city a barren wasteland that you may or may not see while driving on the 5 from Southern California to Northern California. Bakersfield was no longer a pit stop to Vegas, or some terrible place. Bakersfield had a culture and an attitude all of its own, and the visitor couldn’t wait to visit the city again—although not during the heat of the summer in the time known for easily frying eggs on the sidewalk.

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4 responses

  1. Mandy Wallace

    Ugh, Bakersfield. I try to see its charms. I really do. But…ugh, Bakersfield. I was born and raised here. And so much is improving. I like that. The Art Walk is awesome. We need more like that here. The museum is nice. Downtown is prettifying. Love that too. It doesn’t make up for all the “worst of” lists we top, though. Until then.

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    October 18, 2014 at 8:10 PM

  2. When I came here all I knew is that it was HOT and that I had a job. All the points you raise I had the joy of learning/absorbing over the years. I also learned that this is where I belong and here is where my friends are. TR

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    October 20, 2014 at 9:06 AM

  3. When my then husband phoned me after he deplaned at Meadows Airfield in May 1973, he said, “It’s a HOT Mayberry RFD.” After more than 40 years here, this is home. There is always so much to do I have to go away to relax. Bakersfield may be on a lot of worst of lists, but it IS home and the people make the difference. xoA

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    October 25, 2014 at 7:44 PM

  4. I always say, if we could pick Bakersfield up and plant it somewhere with clean air and cooler summer weather, it would be a GREAT little city. Thanks for pointing out all of the positives! I may have to share this post with some of my friends who have some pretty negative preconceptions about our home.

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    November 3, 2014 at 1:08 PM

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