July 1, 1977: A City Is Born
Cityhood at Last: Thousands cheered as Lemon Grove became California’s 414th city amid fireworks, cannon fire and rock concert revelry at Lemon Grove Junior High. The first mayor, James Dorman, vice mayor, Dr. Robert Burns, and three council members, Dell Lake, Jack Doherty and Dale Bailey were sworn in as U. S. Congressman Lionel Van Deerlin, State Senator James Mills and other notables applauded.
Wrote Lemon Grove Review editor Max Goodwin, “After four attempts… it was a perfect night for romance or giving birth to a city.”
Call the Cops: The California Highway Patrols assigned the new city three patrol shifts and five officers in two one-man shifts (day) and one two-man shift (night) at an annual cost of $200,000 (85 percent for salaries, 38 percent for benefits). There were 750 CHP officers available for riot control should unrest break out in the cozy little town with the Big Lemon, or, as local wags later put it, “The only town in America with a giant fruit next to a mass transit line.”
Kindest Cut of All: The County Board of Supervisors vowed to cut property taxes 44 percent in fiscal 1978, the biggest drop since 1938. This indirect largesse was needed, to wit:
Fido the Barbarian: The new city now had to go it alone against the unruly canines in its midst. In the early summer of 1977, 5,496 county residents were bitten by dogs. “Buy a leash,” advised county Animal Control. This carefree counsel did not assuage the fears of the new city council for which lawsuits were suddenly no longer tabloid fare, but Main Street realities. Upshot: a scramble to allocate funds for the city’s own animal control contractor (a problem that lingers to this day).
It wasn’t easy.
Lemon Grove’s long march to cityhood began in the 1950s, a 20-year marathon comparable to giving birth to a camel—bumpy, awkward, full of grit and the rest of the herd spits on you.
The little, rural town with a distinguished agricultural heritage was seen as easy prey by the tigers at its gates, San Diego and La Mesa. In November, 1956 La Mesa councilman and former mayor Mike Nagel sang the siren song of annexation to the Lemon Grove Men’s Club in a bid to ace San Diego’s plea to the home of the Big Lemon to be absorbed into the county’s largest city.
Nagel said Lemon Grovians would be taxed $8.54 per capita by San Diego, but only $7.80 by La Mesa, and that Broadway would be improved at just $7 per capita under gas tax aid.
“There would be no loss of identity,” wooed Nagel. “Lemon Grove would remain as such, sharing in the election of councilmen and having a proportionate share in government.”
First responders? Nagel promised two squad cars and six patrolmen could “do the job” for both communities and the Lemon Grove Fire Department would be retained at a lower insurance cost of $13 to $15 per thousand in the business section (implying that residential areas should just get a bucket).
Schools? Lemon Grove’s elementary schools served a population of 22,000 meaning $164,000 would accrue at no tax increase to local residents, vowed Nagel.
“This is not annexation, but a co-partnership,” he warbled. “Lemon Grove has nothing to lose.”
But the town was made of sterner stuff and continued its fight for cityhood, winning the brass ring on the fourth turn of the wheel. A small town in a mass society must exert its identity with particular vigor. Spunk is a minimum requirement.
Hurrah at last we have a web site that is absolutely magnificent thanks to you Claire and all your hard work. You are a genius. Helen’s stories are always fabulous and we look forward to so much more great writings with this fun and amazing site. Thank you to both of you for all your long hours and dedication to get this up and running.
With much love and appreciation.
Dearest Audrey, Claire did a fabulous job. She is now hard at work running an official habitat and has a blog, too.
Our Cynthia Hughes Doyle has just updated the website. Do take a look as there is more information.