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Vestige of Idyllic Life Still Bears Fruit


WOODLAND HILLS — The sun is drying away the morning haze, giving itself a clear view of Ann Bothwell's bit of living history. It's burnishing the dark green leaves of the 1,987 trees and settling in the pores of the hard infant fruit.

Thus begins another day in what is believed to be the last commercial orange grove in the San Fernando Valley.

Two-thirds of a century ago, citrus groves covered 15,000 acres of the Valley. Since then, population movements and economics have conspired to make Valley land too dear to be farmed when it might be converted to housing, shopping centers and freeways.

The robust Valley orange industry thus has dwindled to the 80-year-old widow and her 14-acre Bothwell Ranch south of Ventura Boulevard, the final one-thousandth of the once grand totality.

"It brings me up short when I think of it every once in awhile, that it's the last of its kind," Bothwell says. "But somebody has to be first, and somebody has to be last."

Other orange groves exist in the Valley. Cal State Northridge, for instance, maintains an eight-acre grove on Nordhoff Avenue, and the Los Angeles Recreation and Parks Department keeps a grove of about 12 acres at its Orcutt Ranch grove. Similarly, a 1.5-acre orange-and-lemon grove is part of the grounds of Alemany High School, adjacent to San Fernando Mission in Mission Hills.

None of these, however, is commercially farmed. Typically, the fruit is harvested by the public on a pick-your-own basis, or by nonprofit community organizations. Alemany High makes use of its fruit in its own cafeteria.

Private Valley growers who've tried to continue raising oranges for profit have succumbed to rising costs. Water, which must be given in abundance to orange trees, became more expensive in the mid-1980s when the Los Angeles Department of Water and Power discontinued its bargain agricultural rate for Valley farms. Each watering of Ann Bothwell's complete grove now costs about $1,200.

In addition, growers found over the years that increased labor costs made packing houses less and less willing to pick and haul fruit from small groves.

"The last time I had my oranges picked, it cost me money," says Joseph Newman of Chatsworth, whose four-acre grove on Winnetka Avenue in Monteria Estates hasn't been farmed commercially for five years. "Labor costs now are prohibitive for such a small grove."

Despite the unfavorable economics, Ann Bothwell has persevered, in no small part out of love.

Bothwell Ranch is a pristine place of weedless rows of Valencia orange trees, tidily graveled roads and shining, grove-green outbuildings trimmed in white. In aspect and feel, it is completely aberrant to the upscale suburban Woodland Hills neighborhood that has surrounded it.

This is the slow time of year in the grove. Bothwell's two full-time workers can do only some minimal trimming, discourage weeds, and monitor the irrigation system, which is critical in the season of high heat. The tight green fruit, the size of pingpong balls, won't be ready for harvesting till next July, when 25 or 30 pickers from a packing company will descend on the grove.

Bothwell came to live in the grove in 1948, after marrying its owner, agriculturist Lindley Bothwell. Her husband also owned a company that cared for groves from Santa Barbara to San Diego. As groves throughout Southern California disappeared beneath the onslaught of new population, the Bothwells began concentrating on mail-order business. They shipped gift packs of fruit throughout the United States under the "Bothwell Ranch" label. That endeavor lasted till 1985, the year before Lindley Bothwell's death.

Through it all, the orange grove endured, serving as the family's idyllic homestead.

It survived an attack of airborne virus that necessitated the replacement of half of its trees.

It survived frigid winter nights when the Bothwells used to light by hand smudge pots, one for each tree, to maintain a viable temperature in the grove. "We'd listen to the weather report on the radio at night, and whenever we'd hear it was going down to 28 degrees, we knew we were in for a sleepless night," Bothwell recalls.

The groves that used to abut the Bothwell place are long gone; their only remnants are the orange trees that stand in unhappy-looking isolation in the frontyards of nearby suburban houses. Gone is the Canoga Citrus Assn., a group of local growers.

Ventura Boulevard as a two-lane road, and unbroken vistas stretching across the Valley are gone, too, replaced by the privacy walls of housing developments and the staccato sameness of tract-home neighborhoods.

"We're overrun," Bothwell sighs. "But you can't stand in the middle of Ventura Boulevard and say, 'Stop!' "

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