I remember visiting Disneyland in Anaheim in the early 1960s when we came back from overseas. My dad had just bought a new car and picked it up in CA and he took us to Disneyland and then we drove across country.
I’ve also been to CA multiple times since then. Each time worse and worse. The last time in LA I had to stay in a hotel near the airport (one that was very nice). No one that I could determine while I was there spoke English with any degree of what I’d say was necessary to be able to pass the once-required English abilities....
We lived a couple years in the early 50s in Westchester by the LAX airport. My parents could not stand it even then and we moved back to upstate New York.