If you've ever visited Los Angeles, you've likely heard of Griffith Park.
Located at the eastern end of the Santa Monica Mountains, the park covers over 4000 acres which makes it one of the largest urban parks in North America. It's likely a lot more famous than you even realize considering how many movies and television shows feature scenes that were shot right in the park.
But there was one scene that took place in the park in late June, 1959 that wasn't part of any film script (though perhaps it should have been). That was when police were called to a house near the park due to reports about a prowler. On investigating, they discovered a bearded and barefoot man who insisted that he had been living in the park for years before police came to arrest him. Later identified as 32-year-old Dennis Farrell, the man who would gain fame as the "Hermit of Griffith Park" likely didn't appreciate all the media attention that resulted from his violent scuffle with police that led to him being placed in handcuffs and forcefully removed from his beloved park. He certainly didn't appreciate being placed in the psychiatric ward of Los Angeles' General Hospital where he was held for observation.
Described in newspaper accounts as being tattered and filthy when he was detained, Farrell would later say of his violent reaction to being arrested that he thought "some people are after me." Even after being taken to a hotel where he spent his first night in years sleeping in a bed, he had trouble adjusting to eating regular food. Instead, he scooped up the eggs from the breakfast tray with his hands and threw the rest of the food on the floor. It took over ninety minutes of pleading to get him to leave the hotel and go to the hospital.
So, who was Dennis Farrell and how did he come to be living in Griffith Park? It didn't take long for journalists to put together some semblance of a life story to share with readers. Based on what they learned, Farrell was born in 1926 in North Platte, Nebraska though his life certainly seemed normal enough prior to World War II. A high school classmate would later describe him as a "bashful type" who "wouldn't hurt anyone." This changed after he joined the infantry and was shot through the lung while serving in Okinawa. His injury earned him a Purple Heart and got him sent home and, despite his local fame as a war hero, apparently had major difficulties readjusting to civilian life.
By 1954, he had reached rock bottom and simply decided that he wanted to die. When asked about this afterward, he would state, "that's the way it's supposed to be, you wouldn't understand." After borrowing money from his sister, he disappeared from North Platte and his family would not see him again for years. For whatever reason, he ended up in Griffith Park where he tried to starve himself to death. The first time, he managed to last three days before his hunger forced him to find food from scraps left behind by picnickers. His second fast, which lasted for eleven days ended the same way. "Each time, I gave up fasting. I couldn't stand it any more." Whenever he couldn't find enough food by foraging in the park, he would break into garbage cans, either at the park or the surrounding suburbs.
Though spotted occasionally, he managed to elude capture for years. When not scrounging for food, he often spent his time in caves or in makeshift shelters he built from lumber scraps in remote areas of the vast park. Even when police managed to catch up with him, he was often released since he wasn't breaking any laws. Police offered him money for food and clothing but he always declined saying that he could manage on his own.
After his 1959 arrest however, the "Hermit of Griffith Park" was committed to Sepulveda Veterans Administration Hospital following a brief Superior Court hearing during which he was ruled to be mentally ill. During the hearing, he was generally calm though often sat with his face in his hands while doctors described him as being a potential danger to himself and others. Presumably, he didn't take this too well since he began fighting the attendants who tried to lead him from the courtroom to the waiting ambulance. Screaming, "Get their guns, they're trying to kill me," he had to be forcibly restrained before going to hospital. What followed was a long odyssey of psychiatric stays and an eventual return to North Platte where he rejoined his family and supported himself with odd jobs. Even following his death in 1988, all that his obituary stated about him was that he had gained fleeting fame in the 1950s as a "hermit."
Another hermit who was perhaps a bit more successful than Farrell was Willard Kitchener Macdonald, aka, the "Hermit of Gully Lake." Rather than living in an urban park, Macdonald chose to live in a remote area of Nova Scotia's Cobequid Mountains in a tumbledown shack he had built himself. Much like Farrell, Macdonald's story was linked to World War II though, in Macdonald's case, he ended up in the Nova Scotia wilderness after jumping from a troop train carrying him to join the regiment in which he was meant to serve. Fearing that he would be charged as a deserter, Macdonald hid for decades even though the Canadian government granted amnesty for deserters in 1950.
After spending years by himself, Macdonald simply chose not to rejoin society even after being granted a government pension. Though the local community tried to look out for him (despite veterans in the town regarding him as a traitor), Macdonald was only forced back into society when his home burned down in a fire. Even then, he insisted on returning to his place of isolation in the woods as soon as possible. He died of hypothermia in 2003, defiant to the end.
While people may choose a solitary life for a wide variety of reasons, actual cases of hermit living in the wild the way that Dennis Farrell and Willard Kitchener Macdonald did remain rare (though homelessness certainly isn't). As it is, there are relatively few places left that would allow hermits to live alone without running afoul of vagrancy laws, at least in Western countries, though there are no shortage of people willing to try.
For good or ill, not all of us are suited for running with the crowd.