@patiodog,
If you are pulling my leg again, I'll brain you.
In the meantime, they all did, in that neighborhood. And if they did, the incinerators were all about, though LA wasn't as built up back then. I don't have a photo, I don't think, though maybe. Anyway, you burn stuff, it goes away. My aunt also sprayed often with DDT. This was in west los angeles, two blocks from Bundy and Wilshire, half block from Wilshire on Wellesley, near the miniature golf course, near the city line with Santa Monica. Houses built in early twenties, gone now, long story.
I'd have to look up what year the incinerators were removed. This may or may not have been about smog, at its most visible mostly yuck yellow, in LA, I think, in the 40's and 50's, if not the most noxious, somewhat differing compounds than more recently. We lived with my aunt a few times - when my father was working in the studios post Bikini and before NY, with me in beginning elementary school; a couple of visits in between; when we moved to CA again when I was thirteen, strange years; getting our own place when I was sixteen. My aunt willed me that house but the neighbor nabbed it and her. Not that I'm bitter at this point, I now look back bemused.
Not a place in my heart exactly, but part of my life, including the damned incinerator.