“A Home From the Sea”: Robert Louis Stevenson and The House John Steinbeck’s Friend Bruce Ariss Built with Salvage from Monterey Bay

Image of Monterey Bay south of Pacific Grove

Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me;
‘Here he lies where he longed to be,
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.’

—Robert Louis Stevenson

A Home From the Sea

It was easy to see Monterey Bay from just about anywhere on Huckleberry Hill, and if you could see the blue of the water over the mottled roofs of Pacific Grove and Monterey then you could easily see the slow-moving tugs as they struggled through the waves towing barges of rough-cut lumber from the mills up north. The loads were destined for the lumberyards of Santa Barbara, Ventura, or maybe Los Angeles, but the only time that mattered to anyone on the Hill was when one of the tugs floundered in a storm and the restraining cables holding the lumber snapped, dumping the rich cargo into the choppy seas.

The only time that mattered to anyone on the Hill was when one of the tugs floundered in a storm and the restraining cables holding the lumber snapped, dumping the rich cargo into the choppy seas.

There was no system to alert anyone of that, just the understanding that high winds invariably led to fresh carrion being spread upon the waters of the bay and, like hungry gulls, when the storm was over they descended in their numbers onto the beaches to claim it. In crank-up Fords and Chevys, in Model-A and Studebaker pickups, they came, and in groups or alone, they came, a new kind of California coastal hunter and gatherer, scouring the beaches and hauling from the shore the salvage that the waves and the tides would deliver to their feet. Much of it was clear redwood timber cut from the massive trees that grew in profusion in the coastal forests above San Francisco: clear, sweet-smelling redwood boards perfect to build a house, a painter’s studio, or to add another room to a house already lived in.

There was no system to alert anyone, just the understanding that high winds invariably led to fresh carrion being spread upon the waters of the bay and, like hungry gulls, when the storm was over they descended in their numbers onto the beaches to claim it.

The Ariss house at the end of Lobos Street was like that, added to and built upon by Bruce and Jean over the years, constructed up and out with redwood boards gathered from the rocks near the canneries or from the wide beaches that embrace Pacific Grove. Bruce and Jean painted, but they also wrote, and when someone commented on the vast amount of building material that seemed to have gone into building so many homes on Huckleberry Hill, it was, as Bruce was wont to say, due to a perfect combination of ill wind and good fortune that had provided so many of them with shelter.

It was, as Bruce was wont to say, due to a perfect combination of ill wind and good fortune that had provided so many of them with shelter.

Apart from painting, writing and editing a monthly news magazine containing photographs, gossip, and items of interest to Monterey Bay’s fast-growing community of artists, Bruce had developed a zeal for sawing wood and pounding nails. And as the size of his family increased, one new room after another was added to his house. It had become the passion of his lifetime, friend and neighbor John Steinbeck was to say.

It had become the passion of his lifetime, friend and neighbor John Steinbeck was to say.

When Jean went into the hospital to have their fifth child, so many unwashed dishes had accumulated in the kitchen sink that Bruce, who didn’t like wasting time washing them, built a second kitchen next to the first one. And in it he added a second sink. The dishes in both were waiting for Jean when she returned home with Baby Holly. By then, Bruce had moved to the top of the house and was hammering together a box-like observation room from which he could look out over the whole of Monterey and Monterey Bay. When its construction was done, he installed a large round window and attached a salvaged ship’s wheel to the exterior. On a foggy day the house appeared to be a three-story ship negotiating its way through the towering pines.

On a foggy day Bruce and Jean’s house appeared to be a three-story ship negotiating its way through the towering pines.

From time to time John Steinbeck was there to lend a hand with a hammer, and later in the day with a jug of red wine nearby he would sit at the kitchen table to read aloud the pages he’d written that day or the day before. The house that Carol and John Steinbeck lived in was an older and much more conventional one down the hill in Pacific Grove, and it was there every morning that John, clutching a ledger book and a handful of sharpened pencils, would be led to a shed in the back garden and locked in. It had a window so he could make good an escape if necessary but, feeling that he lacked the discipline required to write, he’d made an arrangement with Carol to lock him up in the morning and let him out in the middle of the afternoon. Under those conditions he wrote The Red Pony, Tortilla Flat, In Dubious Battle, The Long Valley, and began Of Mice and Men.

The house that Carol and John Steinbeck lived in was an older and much more conventional one down the hill in Pacific Grove, and it was there every morning that John, clutching a ledger book and a handful of sharpened pencils, would be led to a shed in the back garden and locked in.

One day soon after Bruce’s cabin on the roof was finished, John and Bruce stood in the yard looking up at Bruce’s creation.

“It looks impressive to me, what do you think?” Bruce asked.

John’s eyes traveled from side to side and then up to the roof where a colorful flag of some sort flapped on a pole in a breeze coming off the bay.

“I can tell you this much,” he finally answered. “This house is an achievement over modern architecture.”

“Then maybe it’s done,” Bruce said thoughtfully.

“So, I guess it’s ‘home is the sailor, home from the sea,’” he chuckled, lifting his cup of wine in a salute, not just to his house but to Robert Louis Stevenson, who had at one time spent several months living just down the hill in Monterey working on the first draft of Treasure Island.

“No, it’s the other way around,” John said, turning to look at the sea over the rooftops. “Considering the source of your materials, in your case you should be saying, ‘Home is the sailor, his home is from the sea.’”

John Bell Smithback About John Bell Smithback

John Bell Smithback is a former teacher and newspaper columnist living in Bellingham, Washington. He has published more than 50 books defining English idioms and proverbs for an international audience, as well as The Lonely Dark, a novel about America in the age of the atomic bomb, and Silent in the Dawn, a collection of poems. In his early years he lived in the Monterey, California house where John Steinbeck once wrote and where he met friends from Steinbeck’s time.

Comments

  1. Carol Robles says:

    Nice little story, however, I certainly hope your readers realize it is more fiction than fact.

    • Thank you for your observation, Carol. The author of the sketch lived in Monterey in the period when members of John Steinbeck and Ed Ricketts’s circle were still alive and accessible, an advantage most of us don’t have, including Steinbeck scholars, fans, and critics today.

  2. Herb Behrens says:

    I have heard that the large double door, bay-window that you can see in the bedroom of Mrs. Muir [“the Ghost and Mrs. Muir”] was designed by and, when the set was dismantled, taken back by Bruce Ariss. Do your sources confirm this?

    Herb Behrens

    • Thank you, Herb. Let’s see who responds with an answer to your intriguing question.

    • Another Ariss neighbor, Nancy Williams, has written a truly beautiful piece about those early years on Huckleberry Hill. Titled “Jean Ariss Remembered,” it’s a celebration of the life of Bruce and Jean, and my thanks to Carol Robles and Will Ray for bringing the story to my attention. Inasmuch as Bruce and Jean Ariss were John Steinbeck’s friends, perhaps it will soon be posted here. On a personal level, knowing Bruce and Jean as I did, and having watched their children grow up, I confess to shedding a tear or two as I read the final lines. On occasion, Bruce would refer to someone as the salt of the earth, and that’s precisely they way most people would, I think, describe Bruce and Jean Ariss: the very salt of the earth.

      I don’t know that many people know it, but before leaving Berkeley for Monterey, Bruce was one of the original subjects tested to set the standards for the revised Stanford-Binet Intelligence Test. One of the provisos was that every few years the examinee was to submit to an interview to update his/her progress. I have no doubt that Bruce was forever looked upon as an interesting anomaly by the controllers who saw so many of their subjects rising and prospering. Not Bruce. While others worked their way up the social and economic ladder, Bruce hammered and built, painted and sculpted, wrote and edited, directed and acted, happily plowing his own furrow.

      But about that double-door bay window, this is what his friend and neighbor Nancy Williams has to say: “Bruce worked – painting, designing, building – often traveling around the state as jobs presented. Bruce was involved in building several Hollywood film sets, and he often brought parts of the set home afterward and built them onto or into his house. A large window, which was set into an outside wall between the first and second floor, was the window that Gene Tierney stood and looked out to sea from in the film, ‘The Ghost and Mrs. Muir.’ He added rooms as needed to accommodate his growing family, painting supplies, building supplies, things that could be used sometime, and books and more books.”

      • Thanks to each of you for adding to the memorable profile of this remarkable couple. Coincidentally, Steve Hauk writes about ‘the house that Bruce built’ next week at SteinbeckNow.com.

      • Herb Behrens says:

        In his book “Inside Cannery Row,” Bruce Ariss writes about other Terman “termites” and mentions several who were friends of Ed Ricketts. Ariss writes: “Ed felt it was statistically extraordinary that so many of the Terman Test Group should show up under his battered roof on Cannery Row . . . .”

        • Herb, does Bruce tell how he got kicked out of UC? It had to do with photographs of the university staff and his professors.

          • Herb Behrens says:

            John, I did not know that. I could not find anything in his book about this. You might check is taped interview which is at the National Steinbeck Center archives.

          • My understanding — and this comes from Bruce — is that in his final term at UC he, editor of the school literary/humor magazine — The Pelican, I guess it was — posted photographs of the UC teachers and professors framed in toilet seats. That didn’t sit well with them, of course, and he was told he would be allowed to graduate BUT he would not be allowed to participate in the cap-and-gown diploma ceremony. So he didn’t. He obviously had more important things in mind…

  3. Herb Behrens says:

    Thanks for the information. Bruce stated in his book that he did not give interviews – thus he wrote the book – so I was mistaken to imply that there was an interview with the Arisses at the National Steinbeck Center. He and Jean did make recorded comments when they were on the “Friends of Steinbeck” panel during the early Steinbeck Festivals.

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