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Folk Gardens in Griffith Park and Remembrances of the Captain

On May 6, 2015

First published in Griffith Park Reporter/Winter 2014-15

Folk gardens in Griffith Park were established by three separate men in the 1940s. Captain’s Roost is the oldest, followed by Dante’s View and then Amir’s Garden. Building these tranquil gardens became their passion.

I first met the “Captain,” who ruled his “Roost” on the west-facing slope of Mt. Hollywood, in 1946. He seemed ancient, but perhaps this is because I was a mere child. Captain’s Roost became a lush garden, but the fierce fire in May 2007 turned it into a barren, semi-inhospitable place, much as I remember it when I first hiked the area over sixty years ago.

The Captain was a shirtless, grumpy man in shorts, who wore a captain-type cap. He had leathery skin which had tanned to a golden brown. He did not talk much. He wanted to be left alone to work this sparse plot of land. Perhaps he once was an official captain. As a child, I didn’t care. I just wanted to walk up the gigantic hill th at led to his outpost and sit on the tiny, wooden bench he had handcrafted or the dirt seat he had carved into the hillside.

My family, (Mom, Dad, my sister Joan and I) would approach his garden from the Bird Sanctuary. He never greeted us. Mom always said hello; his response was an indifferent grunt. We were often the only ones at his Roost, but occasionally a few other hikers stopped by on their way to the summit of Mt. Hollywood.

The Captain noticed I was extremely skinny, which was of grave concern to my mom. He witnessed me turn down the sandwiches she packed, and he begged me to eat. One day he suggested to Mom I might be tubular. The following morning I was rushed to get a chest X-ray which proved negative. The next time we visited the Roost, Mom made a special effort to let the Captain know I was in perfect health.

I returned to the spot several years later while I attended college. The Captain was gone, but the area had blossomed with plants. A real bench was in place. It had become a gathering place for middle-aged and elderly Europeans. Some were German-Jewish refugees. They were friendly and I enjoyed being among them.

One woman, Rae Pivnik, later became semi-famous as the next caretaker of Captain’s Roost. Mrs. Pivnik was once featured on a TV newscast. The gist was to document how this woman, over 80 years old, came to the Roost every day to take care of it. I never saw her do any gardening, instead she supervised others. She sat on a bench, bundled in a coat, and wore a small hat as she gave her orders. The true caretaker of Captain’s Roost was Dante Orgolini, a man decades younger than Mrs. Pivnik. He did most of the planting and weeding.

The older Mrs. Pivnik got, the crankier she became. She was very territorial and often snapped at hikers. Mrs. Pivnik did not faze my mother, who often visited Captain’s Roost during the week. One day Mom and Mrs. Pivnik sat on the bench while Dante feverishly worked. Mrs. Pivnik was in a particularly nasty mood. She constantly berated and criticized Dante. He finally stood up, threw his trowel down on the ground and said, “Okay, you can have this place for yourself. You will not see me again.” Then he left.

That is how Dante’s View was started. Dante went to the other side of the hilly slope and created a spot which was his labor of love. He raised the American flag at the entrance, as a signal he was in his garden. He made it very clear everyone was welcome, possibly as an antidote to the unpleasantness that had developed at Captain’s Roost.

Dedicated caretakers have carried on tending these folk gardens. Friends of Griffith Park boardmember Felix Martinez took care of Captain’s Roost several years prior to the 2007 fire. After the near total denuding from the fire, Department of Recreation and Parks made a failed attempt three years ago to reestablish Captain’s Roost. The area remains sadly barren and unattractive, with virtually no shade, and no water fountain. Exposed PVC water lines litter the area leading to the downhill ridge in glaring incongruity with the natural surroundings. Non-native areas such as these folk gardens are hard pressed to recover from fire, compared to native habitat. FoGP hopes to work with Rec and Parks at Captain’s Roost in the near future with a goal to plant the area with climate-tolerant native flora.

~ Author Carol Brusha is a long time park user and strong environmental advocate. She is also a Friends of Griffith Park board member.



  1. Michael Middleton

    I remember Dante well from my days as a cross country runner in the later 1960’s to early 1970’s. My standard run was from the base of the park at Los Feliz, at the drinking fountain, to the observatory by way of Dante’s view, over the top by back trails to the gates of the structure at the very top – I thought it was a radio station, above Lake Hollywood and above the sign, and then back down, this time via Captain’s Roost. Often Dante was the only person I saw, and he always greeted me warmly. My routine when he was there was to say hello to him first, usually have a short conversation, then jog through all the rows and levels of his garden, appreciating its uniqueness and beauty, and then to say goodbye on the way out, till next time. When he was not there, I missed him, and still ran the garden, amazed each time and appreciating what he had done. I remember it clearly and fondly to this day. I never saw anyone at Captain’s Roost, but dutifully ‘ran’ that as well to achieve a kind of symmetry with Dante’s View. I am glad others appreciated, and remember Dante too.

  2. Laurie Nelson

    My parents and I hiked up to Captain’s Roost many weekends during my childhood probably from 1955 to 1963 when my mother died. We lived in Hancock Park and loved our hikes there. I remember others planting plants, watering plants, and cleaning up the area. I always marveled how they got the plants and water up there. I have pictures of mom sitting on the bench.

    It was interesting to read this story and the comments. My mom was the daughter of Jewish immigrants from Russia around 1900 (really now Poland and Ukraine).

    My current family visited this area this past weekend and also hiked to the top. It brought back many good memories. I am glad that Griffith Park is still with us and is so large and right in the center of the city. I live in Topanga Canyon now and enjoy hiking and biking in the Santa Monica Mountains.

  3. Jose

    I remember going to this place in the 80s, with my uncle Librado Barajas every Wednesday during summer vacation, another Gentleman by the name of Lorenzo would join us there, my uncle and friends would have keys to the tool sheds and would set up sprinklers and plant new plants, I would always invite a bunch of friends to go help, for about the first hour or so we would help clean up the place, rake leaves, pick up trash etc, then we would go explore all the trails and go to the other Garden” Amirs Garden” those were good ol days, It was very beautiful before the Fire, still go back once in awhile, ive taken my kids many times and told them of my adventures on the mountain, we were all about 8-9 years old armed with slingshots, my kids are all grown now 18,20 and 22 years old, im sure they will continue going back and share the stories I told them.

  4. Roger Katz

    Rae Pivnik was my Grandmother. From the time I was a toddler she took me up to the Roost. Contrary to this demeaning profile of her she was very kind and deeply involved in the daily gardening of the Roost. Rae started hiking up Mount Hollywood prior to the building of the Observatory. She did so at the request of her doctor who advised her she would become unable to walk at all if she did not do so. When she began taking me to the Roost about 1950 she did so to free my Mom the chore of watching me. My Grandmother was a very esoteric Woman deeply dedicated to Nature and preserving the environment. She would often bring plants up to the Roost to add to the Garden. Her daily tasks included weeding, watering and cleaning up any trash that had been left. She could become abrasive to those she deemed trying to foul her work up and unsavory hikers who had no concern for Nature . She was so beloved by some that for years after she was forced by old age to discontinue her labors they would come to her at her home later the rest Home just to cheer her up! Ralph Story ( ( CBS) did a documentary on her in 1967. One in judging her must remember she came from the border of Poland and Russia and lived though turbulent times in her childhood in which she was nearly killed ( her two friends were) during an uprising . Unlike most Jewish Women of her time she was highly educated and knowledgeable in the Arts, History and Politics. She may have rubbed some as effete or elitist but she had a Heart if Gold. She lived a very hard life her husband dying at 42 and she running a business bringing up three daughters ( putting two through College during the Depression and WE2) . From her I learned about Nature and how to live a life that was meaningful and giving!

    • Kathryn Louyse

      I don’t believe the author’s description was meant to be demeaning… we all have our remembrances based mostly on our relationship with the individual.
      Carol saw one side of Mrs. Pivnik and you, as her grandchild, saw another. I’m glad you had such wonderful memories of her, and hope you’ve passed them along.

  5. Tony Gleeson

    I was just at the Captain’s Roost once again this morning and it is slowly recovering, though it’s nothing like the wonderful lush oasis before the fire. My adult kids and I still have fond memories of many hikes up to the Captain’s Roost when they were growing up. It was a favorite place, full of wonder and mystery. For many years we had no idea about the stories of the people who had created those places. Thank you for sharing this information about what I consider to be some of the most wonderful places in this city.


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