Last time, I wrote about and shared photos of the Amargosa Hotel, the secret miner's area (complete with eerie infirmary), and a bit of the exterior. If you missed it, you can click here to view more photos of the hotel. Ms. Marta Becket was the original owner of the Amargosa Opera House & Hotel but she came upon it quite by accident. Marta was on her way to Los Angeles for a play and got a flat tire in the middle of the desert. It appeared that she was alone with nothing nearby as far as she could see. After walking for a bit, she spotted the u-shaped, white adobe building in the distance. She made her way to the building and there, she received assistance from one of the Borax miners that was staying in the hotel. The man helped get her spare tire on but Marta was enamored with the oasis in the desert and wasn't ready to leave. There was a small theater on one side that was used on occasion to show movies to the miners at night to provide some entertainment. Ms. Becket asked to see the theater and her request was granted. She fell in love with the theater. As an actress, she could envision the potential for a beautiful stage and space to produce many plays and productions. She spoke to the head of the Borax mine about the possibility of using the theater. He agreed to let her use the theater as long as she would make the improvements to the theater herself, at her own expense. She was thrilled and began to work on the theater right away. Years went by, many shows occurred on the theater stage, and after some time the Borax was either no longer in demand or was completely mined from the area. The Pacific Borax Company no longer needed the building that housed an entire small town for the miners. For a very small sum of money, Marta Becket was the proud new owner of the entire building and property, including the theater. She renamed it the Amargosa Opera House & Hotel and began running her own little town. She kept the cafe and the post office – believe it or not there were about two dozen people that lived out in the desert after the Borax mine closed. She also created an art gallery and a train museum as novelty attractions. And she kept her theater going of course, making it into an opera house through her paintings and design of the interior.
Sadly, I just found out that Marta Becket has passed away this year on January 30th, 2017. She was 92 years old at her passing. She was loved and revered by many theater patrons but she was sadly very reclusive in her later years. She never missed a show and would perform whether there were two people in the audience or twenty. Her last performance was in 2012, although she kept the shows going on the stage for the majority of the rest of her days. I feel a great loss knowing that she has passed and this world has lost another incredible artist, actress, and business woman that so few ever got to know. She will be gravely missed in this world.
Here are some photos of her beautiful Opera House and some of the eerie exterior of Death Valley Junction.
The Opera House is adorned in oil paintings around the entire exterior of the theater. All painted by Marta Becket herself.
Of course, she didn't forget royalty in the Opera House audience.
I love how animated the characters in the audience are. She was sure to add action and excitement – possibly for those times when there were few to no real-life
Performers waiting on deck to go on stage. I love that she was careful to have them watching the show!
This canned light inside the Opera House is literally a soup can with crystal fringe glued onto the bottom. Marta was super creative working with what she had on hand.
The ceiling of the Amargosa Opera House.
Beautiful painted backdrops.
The creepy dolls/actors of the theater. I'm not sure whether these were used as audience, actors in the shows, or possibly just to creep out people on a tour – either way, they were incredibly disturbing.
Masks worn by the actors for the show – possibly all worn by Ms. Becket all at one time or another to alternate between characters.
The confined stairway backstage to the dressing room. I can't imagine taking these stairs with heels on!
The theater is filled with so much beauty, right down to the hardwood floors.
Blood stains or a drink spilled? We may never know...