Holland Hotel, Los Angeles

Around 1953 when I was about 13 years old, my father lived at the holland which was a retirement hotel. Old men wearing hats and smoking cigars would sit in the lobby and put quarters in the pay tv set to watch boxing.It was nothing fancy but it was clean, with maid service. some of the rooms had private bathrooms and there were large tiled bathrooms on each floor for those who didn't. There were no kitchens. Just a room with a bed and a table with a chair. There was only one woman living there at that time. She had her own private bathroom, and she had a hotplate on which she made coffere and maybe an egg. The neighborhood was decent and there were restaurants and hotels within walking distance. Just recently I read that a couple of years after we left there there wa a fire and the man killed by the fire was a suspect in the black dahlia and one other notorious murder. Last year I drove over to look at the hotel but it appearred to be closed. I wish someone would buy it and reopen it as a retirement home. it would fill up quickly in this economy.i plan to visit again to take pictures for my family album.