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Marty Liboff

All Aboard the Tram

By Marty Liboff When Abbot Kinney opened his Venice of America in 1905, he had a small steam train running around the canals. On the Venice Ocean Front there were wicker basket trams that were pushed from behind by people power. (A good idea for today?). By 1920 the trams were electric battery powered. They...

RIP: Carol Pomerantz (12/07/1933 – 6/10/2014

HANDS (To Carol Pomerantz, A Child of Flowers) When My husband and I visited Carol in the hospital before she passed, she took our hands between her own and caressing them, shared with us the secrets of her hands. Hands see Faces in flowers, dreams in sunshine Every day Hands shape Strangers into friends One...

ONE LOVE

  The world is in a mess Our survival is a guess. Madmen & fanatics Causing worldwide panics. Christians, Muslims, Jews, Buddhists, Hindus All kinds of coo coos. Each say we are right Believe us or we’ll fight. Capitalism, socialism, communism All sorts of schism. Hard lined Republicans & Democrats Closed minded little brats. Beware...

Wild and Wonderful Windward

By Marty Liboff When I tell people I grew up on the Ocean Front they always say, “You must have seen a lot changes?!” Well, I sure have … I will write some personal memories for you of old Ocean Park and Venice in coming months. I thought I’d start with old Windward Ave. As...

A Song to Abbot Kinney's Venice

Me and Polly Are gonna ride the trolly To the Venice pier. Abbot Kinney will be there At his magical fair With Charlie Chaplin & Laurel & Hardy There’s always a party At the Venice pier. On the canals of old Venice We’ll ride a gondola And eat a piece a pizza With extra mozzarella...

Topless Ladies Wearing Roses…

By Marty Liboff (Love to John & Anna Haag) For countless millennia the Chumash, Tongva, Kizh, Gabrielino – the People danced, prayed and sang on our beaches. The rivers ran to the sea watering the lands around Venice and Santa Monica. The men smoked pipes and sang songs of peace and plenty to the great...

Ruthie in the Bakery

By Marty Liboff My mother, Ruthie began managing a Jewish bakery on the oceanfront in 1951. It was two blocks north of Venice in old Ocean Park. Ocean Park in the 1950s was predominately a poor, older Jewish community with beautiful turn of the last century buildings. In 1959 the city decided to redevelop old...
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