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LYON'S  STATION

                            An Historic Celebration Saluting











            A  visitor  to  Newhall  in  1882  probably  would  not   were  oil-stained  roustabouts  from  the  petroleum
          have  been  very  impressed  with  its  appearance  and   fields  in  Pico,  Wiley,  and  Placerita  Canyons.  Hard
          certainly  would  not  have  gambled  a  dime  on  the    rock  miners  from  the  Soledad  passed  caulemen
          village having any kind of a f u Lure.                    and  farmers  from  the Castaic  Hills,  all  in  their di  -
            Between  Market  and  8th  St.,  facing  San  Fer-      tinctive  dress.  Up  and  down  "Main  Street",  tall
          nando  Rd.,  were  a  series  of  wooden  false  front    freight  wagons  rumbled  by  pulled  by  l O  or  20
          buildings  housing a  restaurant,  saloon,  a  couple of   mules,  the gentry dashed  up and down  in  buggies,
          general  stores,  boarding  house,  feed ,  and  some     while  farmers  drove  Lo  town  in  buckboards.  Twice
          scattered  residences.  Across  the  dirt street,  next to   a  week the great red  Concord stagecoaches left the
          the  railroad  tracks,  stood  the  sheds  and  depot  of   Southern  bound  for  Ventura.  Every clay  at  I :20  in
          Southern Pacific's Newhall station.                       the afternoon, \,vith an car splitting hissing of steam
                                                                    and  sparks  flying  from  the  drivers,  a  mighty  dia-
                                                                    mond-stack  locomotive  ground  to  a  halt at the sta-
                                                                    tion,  disgorging  passengers,  mail  and crates full  of
                                                                    merchandise.  All  activity  in  the town  stopped when
                                                                    the train  pulled  in.  This was  really  the highlight of
                                                                    the  day.  Overdressed  women  with  lacy  parasols
                                                                    rai ·ed  high  Lo  protect  them  from  the  sun  were  on
                                                                    hand, as  were children and teens,  to  greet the arri-
                                                                    val  or  the  steam  engines.  The  train  brought  mail
                                                                    from  relatives  and  eag  rly-read  newspapers  from
                                                                    Los  Angeles,  the  only  contacts  with  the  outside
                         Main Street, Newhall                       world.
                                                                      What  we  now  call  Newhall  was  originally  inha-
            Dominating  the  landscape  would  have  been  the      bited  by  a  group of Indians called Tataviams along
          two-story  Victorian  known  as  the  Southern  Hotel,    since  500  A.D.  Their  village  was  called  Numubit
          squatting right across  Market St.  and  with  gardens    and  consisted  of  20  or  so  grass-covered  wikiups.
          and outbuildings stretching down Lo  6th.                 "The  People  of  the  Sunny  I I ills"  were  generally
            Beyond  San  Fernando  Rd.  were  oak-studded           peaceful and dined on acorns and snakes.
          hills  and  valleys,  broken  by  some  farming  activity   In  August of 1769 Spanish  troops arrived under
          and te  ming with cattle.                                 the  command  of  Gov.  Don  Ga  par  de  Portola,
            Although  small,  it  was  a  busy  place  and  full  of   marched  along  Newhall  Ave.  and  camped  at  Cas-
          colorful  characters.  Cowboys  from  the  Newhall        Laic Junction.  Fr. Juan  Crespi  named the river and
          Ranch  clumped down  the wooden  sidewalks,  spurs        valley  the Santa Clara, as  it  was  the feast day of St.
          jingling  and  chaps  swishing  with  each  step.  There   Claire.
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