An Interview with Moorten Botanical Garden Owner Clark Moorten
Keystone Cop
Garnishing his words with a warm laugh, Clark is a born entertainer. It’s not surprising, given his esteemed lineage. “My father (Chester Moorten), he came to California in the early 20s. Got into the movies as one of the Keystone Cops, which was pretty cool.”
A master of understatement, Moorten, narrates, “He was working on a Howard Hughes film in the late 30s when he discovered he had tuberculosis. In the 1930s, tuberculosis was pretty much a deadly disease. They told him he’d probably die because he was 6’3” and only weighed about 135 pounds. He was rail thin. So, he decided to go to the desert against his doctor’s wishes.”
Bravery shone brightly on them; he came to be called Cactus Slim Moorten by the locals. Three-quarters of a century later, his son Clark chronicles Slim’s migration east by recounting, “He settled in an area that is now in Joshua Tree National Park. I just camped under a tree and eventually built a house. There was a gold ore mill that he got running again and he took over some mining claims, starting mining for gold. He started collecting desert plants off his mining claims and made a nursery.”
Supplanting passion for pay, Slim insisted on following his dreams. “Two or three years later, he decided that cactus paid better than gold.”
That’s when the Moortens settled in Palm Springs, and young Clark quickly dug into the family business. “We used to go out and collect tumbleweeds, package them up, put them on a railcar. They’d ship them to the east coast and use them as window displays for Saks Fifth Avenue and Neiman Marcus, those upscale stores.”
History of Moorten Botanical Garden
Their plants were in vogue, but the Moorten Botanical Garden's newfound success was built on a foundation that dated back decades. “When we acquired the current property that we’re in, which was in the mid-50s, there was a house that was built in 1929 on the property, and it’s still here. There were eight palm trees around the house and a couple of native trees. That’s all that was on the property. So we started moving plants, rocks, and big trees, and we created the whole garden. By the late 50s, my dad was doing a lot of landscaping, so people would come by and see what you could do with desert plants.”
Enter Frank Sinatra
One of those curious passersby was none other than Frank Sinatra.
Frank Sinatra and Sammy Davis Jr.
“My father,” Moorten recalls, “had initially landscaped a house for Jimmy Van Heusen, who was Sinatra’s premiere songwriter, an Academy Award-winning songwriter. Of course, we met Sinatra, and Sinatra bought the house at Tamarisk Country Club on Frank Sinatra Drive. He engaged my father to landscape it, and that’s how we got to know Sinatra.”
Young Clark’s wide eyes studied Ol’ Blue Eyes intently, and he liked what he saw. “I met him and talked to him several times. He was really, really an amazing gentleman [pause for effect] except when he was p***ed off. But usually, he had good reason. If someone made some derogatory comment about his family heritage, well he’d bust ‘em. Y’know, he was a proud Italian. You don’t talk about mom or dad. That’s the way he was.”
Not only did Frank Sinatra respect his elders, he housed them at his palatial Palm Springs estate. “His mother lived there, and my father used to stop by there. Dolly was her name, Dolly Sinatra. She really liked my dad. He’s a pretty down-to-earth, desert rat person. He’d stop by, and she’d say, ‘Oh Slim, you look like you need something to eat.’ She’d fix him a sandwich and give him a glass of tequila. They were really just a cool Italian family.”