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Monday, February 21, 2022

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Paul Revere Williams

Paul Revere Williams was born in Los Angeles on February 18, 1894 to Lila Wright Williams and Chester Stanley Williams who had recently moved from Mem­phis with their young son, Chester, Jr. When Paul was two years old his father died, and two years later his mother died. The children were placed in sepa­rate foster homes. Paul was fortunate to grow up in the home of a foster mother who devoted herself to his edu­ca­tion and to the devel­opment of his artistic talent.

At the turn of the 20th century, Los Angeles was a vibrant multi-ethnic envi­ron­ment with a popu­la­tion of only 102,000 of which 3,100 were African American (U.S. Cen­sus 1900). During Williams’ youth the California dream attracted people from across the United States, and they mixed together with little prejudice. Williams later reported that he was the only African American child in his elementary school, and at Polytechnic High School he was part of an ethnic mélange. However, in high school he experienced the first hint of adversity when a teacher advised him against pursuing a career in archi­tecture, because he would have difficulty attracting clients from the majority white community and the smaller black community could not provide enough work.







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5 comments:

  1. Thank you!! Could spend hours clicking. I wish they had more pictures per house. I love the buildings. I lived in an old apartment building in Denver called Marabu Mannor. The detail. The rose pink. The metal kitchen cabinets. And a little door on the floor in the kitchen pantry where the milkman used to sit your bottles of milk. You just get up, amble into the kitchen, start your coffee, and open the pantry and there was your milk, fresh!! Love the apartment. The place was built solid. No noise and cool. The use of space/design would rival homes built today. Loved the place.

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  2. Thank you for sharing this. I found Mr. Williams' work in Nevada especially interesting.

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  3. How marvelous and what a story! See... art wins through no matter the struggle.

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  4. VRCooper - I love those kinds of buildings.

    Anon@9:49pm - You are very welcome.

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Nice you must be or delete your ass I will.