Today in My History
2001: Death is Alive and Well
2002: Hello, Knees
2003: Yes Sirrr!
2004: The Next Chapter
2005: Five by Five
2006: Who You Taking to the Witch Burning?
2008: Theatre of the Absurd
2009: Rude Awakening
All Shook Up
Books Read in 2010
"The Last Jihad"
Recipes for Cousins Day Drinks
(updated 3/17/10) And Then I Ate
VIDEO OF THE DAY/WEEK
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Spirit of '43
Ned's Video for Bri's 2nd birthday
No You Can't (John Boehner)
Jim Brochu closes NASDAQ
Stupid, Callous, Homophobic, Hateful Legislation
New on My Easter 2010
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SEVERAL BLASTS FROM THE PAST
29 April 2010
What year is it? I'm not sure today.
This all started on Saturday, when I went to help make calls for our 50th high school reunion. It reunited me with two women that I was never particularly close to, but 50 years later it was really fun to see again.
That set off some searching to contact people we had not been able to reach by phone. Also, the news of the death of a good friend 3 years ago made me write to the friends I am in contact with. One of those sent me the e-mail address for a woman I'm been trying to find for years. I wrote to her at 4:30 this morning when I couldn't sleep. I also found her on Facebook and have requested to be her friend.
Trying to find a woman I went to both grammar school and high school with, I wrote to a grammar school friend, who doesn't know how to find her,but did have an e-mail address for another friend, who supposedly has the first woman's contact information. I wrote to that woman and also found her on Facebook.
But all this was just the tip of of the iceburg. I discovered there is a "We Grew Up in San Francisco" group on Facebook which I decided to check out. I felt like I'd struck the mother lode. We native San Franciscans are very proud of our upbringing and there are >15,000 members of the group. So far two of them have already requested being on my friends list.
The discussions were such fun and brought such a deluge of memories. It was nearly noon before I realized that the morning was gone. There were 100 posts alone about "native sanfrenciscans." The person who started the group explained the title: "The first lesson - learned at birth - is never to call it "Frisco" or "San FRANcisco." Most resident tourists have settled on something that sounds like an Anglicized version of the Spanish San Francisco, but natives run the two words together, and it comes out "Sanfrencisco." It may also be called "thecity," which is one word. It is never called "the city," which is two words and tacky."
The discussion goes on from there and I identified with most things that people added to it.
I understood that completely.
There were other discussion topics like which theatres, now long gone, do you remember? (I remembered The Alhambra, walking distance from our house where admission was 25 cents, popcorn was 10 cents, candy bars were 5 cents and you got a cartoon, a news reel, a serial, and a double feature, and could sit through them all twice, if you wanted to).
There was another one about which was the first concert you ever saw. Most remember rock concerts, but mine was Judy Garland at the Civic Center Auditorium in 1961.
A discussion on "the best hamburger in San Francisco" had several of us missing The Hippo, which served lots and lots of kinds of hamburgers. Jeri was smart and always ordered the "hamburger sundae," which came with ice cream and chocolate sauce. That way she got dessert as well as a main course. (The Hippo was also the place where Ann Pool and Orva Hoskinson decided to create a theatre group they ultimately called "The Lamplighters.")
A couple of guys and I reminisced about Don Sherwood, "the world's greatest disc jockey." Until I read one guy's assessment of Sherwood, I never realized how much Ned would have appreciated him.
When I had finally mined the best of the discussions, I turned to the photos. There were >1600 of them. Some of them were very personal of the "me and my cousin" type, but some brought back even greater floods of memories, such as the Fun House at Playland at the Beach...
where Laughing Sal in the street level window terrified me as a little kid, and Bernstein's Fish Grotto...
a restaurant that for years "poked its proud prow out onto Powell Street." There were lots of pictures of hills, like this one which is somewhat near the house where I grew up (but not nearly as steep!)
I looked at nearly all of the 1600 photos and what fun it was. I couldn't tear myself away.
And then the mail arrived and brought a letter from my high school freshman home room teacher, Sister Louise, from whom I have not heard in well over 40 years.
So I'm not really sure what year this is....heck, I'm not even sure what decade it is. It could be the 50s, or the 60s or even the 70s. My brain is certainly stuck in one of those decades this evening.
PHOTO OF THE DAY
Yep. That's my home town!