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The End of an Era: Trona High School’s Historic Gym Faces the Wrecking Ball

TRONA, CA — Trona High School’s first basketball games were played on courts that were across the street from Austin Hall in downtown Trona. In the mid 1950s the gymnasium, that was located on the north side of the campus was completed.

 For decades, the Trona High School gymnasium stood as more than just a sports venue; it was the reinforced heart of a community forged in the harsh, salt-crusted landscape of the Searles Valley. However, following years of structural instability exacerbated by the violent 2019 Ridgecrest earthquake sequence, the iconic gymasium has finally met its end.

The demolition marks a somber milestone for the town of Trona, where high school athletics—particularly the legendary sand-football games and high-intensity basketball matchups—have long served as the primary social glue for the remote desert outpost.

A Legacy of Resilience

Built to serve a booming mining community, the gym was famous throughout the high desert for its unique atmosphere. Visiting teams often found the environment intimidating, not just because of the fierce local pride, but because of the gym’s architecture and the intense heat that mirrored the valley outside.

“In Trona, the gym was our living room,” said one local alumnus. “It was where we celebrated graduations, held community meetings, and cheered on the Tornadoes. Seeing it come down feels like losing a piece of our own history.”

The Turning Point: July 2019

The fate of the structure was effectively sealed in July 2019, when a magnitude 6.4 earthquake followed by a massive 7.1 temblor rocked the region. The quakes caused significant damage throughout the town, rupturing water lines and rendering many older buildings unsafe.

While the high school itself suffered across-the-board damage, the gymnasium was hit particularly hard. Subsequent engineering assessments revealed deep structural compromises that made renovation cost-prohibitive for the Trona Joint Unified School District. For several years, students were forced to utilize a section of the elementary school or outdoor facilities, waiting for a permanent solution.

Demolition and the Path Forward

The demolition process is part of a broader effort to modernize the campus and ensure student safety. While the removal of the old gym is a visual reminder of the town’s recent hardships, school officials see it as a necessary step toward renewal.

The San Bernardino County Board of Supervisors and various state grants have been instrumental in funding the removal of unsafe structures across Trona. For the school district, the goal is to replace the old facility with a modern, seismically sound multipurpose building that can serve the next generation of Tornadoes.

Preserving Memories

As the dust settles over the demolition site, residents have been seen stopping by to take photos or salvage small pieces of debris as keepsakes. There are talks of incorporating materials from the old gym—perhaps pieces of the hardwood floor or championship banners—into the new facility to maintain a bridge to the past.

Trona has always been a town defined by its ability to endure. From the boom-and-bust cycles of the potash and borax mines to the literal shifting of the earth beneath its feet, the community remains. The gym may be gone, but the spirit of the Tornadoes, much like the salt flats surrounding the town, remains unshakable.

By the Numbers:

  • Built: Mid-20th Century
  • Damaged: July 2019 (Magnitude 7.1 earthquake)
  • Impact: Served over 70 years of Trona students and residents.

A Perfect Childhood — by Bill Robinson

 Jeoffrey Lycurgus Robinson on the left

I feel abandoned! I was born and raised in Trona. But we left when my father died. I was 11 yrs old and had finished the fifth grade. My family lived there for 25 years. Two older brothers and a sister graduated from Trona High School. I lived and breathed Trona High where both of my brothers played varsity football.

Now I am an orphan! I didn’t graduate from Trona High, so I have no class to belong to. It is where I walked barefoot in the sand, where the asphalt curled under our toes and the windstorms blinded us but never sent us back indoors. Where I walked to school every day with my dog Lassie who stayed outside the school yard and waited for me to return. Where I passed the homes of my teachers who invited us in for Kool-Aid and cookies.

We had big yards, alleys between the houses and we knew everyone on our street and down the alley.

There was scary Bobby Jones who always beat up the younger boys on the street, there was “Big Mary” that we all fantasized about and “Little Bill” and his brother Skipper who lived across the street (I was “Big Bill”).

We lived on Lupine street where, in the company owned town, the big shots lived. You were assigned your house, you didn’t pick it. We went to the open air movie theater at the town center, got banana splits at the counter in the drug store and paid for things at the grocery store with company script (not dollars).

If you didn’t have a car, you left town on the Trona Stages, our bus company. If you weren’t married, you lived in the bungalows across from the town center.

I roamed the desert fearlessly, escaping rattlesnakes, capturing desert turtles that became pets, discovering old mine shafts hidden in the tumbleweeds. I’m not sure if I owned any long pants or even shoes! The priest at our church, then located near the center of town, just rolled his eyes when we altar boys showed up barefoot and in short pants to serve at Mass.

My favorite time was the summer when we would go to the huge pool at Valley Wells. Most of the town was there almost every day. It was where we escaped the crippling heat and became human beings again (there was NO such thing as air conditioning then. Just useless water coolers that were only effective if you stood directly in front of it).

Mexicans had to live out of town until my father had an entire development built for them across from the street from the Trona Railroad which he ran.

My Dad had a massive heart attack earlier in the year of 1952.. He retired as the President of Trona Railroad in June of 1952. He died the night we moved from Trona. I was 11 yrs old.

My two brothers, Michael (1950), Bruce (1952) and sister Elizabeth (1945) who graduated from Trona High are deceased now, but my sister Eileen, 88 yrs old is still around. Probably the last living member of her class of 1951. I don’t think she will be attending any reunions!

So that leaves me. A Tronan without a home! A lost soul whose identity is like a ghost living in a world that exists only in another universe.

Oh, except we moved to Santa Monica, the jewel of all beach communities in California, if not the world. I spent my teen years in a place that I could not afford to live in today! But it also has its memories.

I live today in San Clemente, CA and have done so for the past 46 years. My recollections of Trona have faded somewhat over the years (I’m 80 yrs old) and I suspect it does not match my childhood memories that are so idyllic.

But I am still a Tronan in my bones. It is the wellspring from which I come and defines me by a childhood that could not have been more perfect.

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