Category Archives: Memoirs
Cousin Nestor (A Memoir)
Cousin Nestor told me that you should always be aware of your face, and how it looks to other people. I was 21, just out of the Navy, and green as a 12-year-old about how to get along in life, … Continue reading
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Tagged Brooklyn, Salesman, San Francisco, Smiling, The Great Depression, U.S. Navy
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Frederic Buchanan Pape, 1937 – 2015: A Memoir and a Eulogy
The Memoir Fred was born in Seattle, Washington. He grew up as an only child in Berkeley with his father Fred Sr., and his mother Mercedes, née Buchanan. He died in his parked car at Tracy City Library, a favorite … Continue reading
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Tagged Alaska, Berkeley, Berkeley High School, Dallas, Federal Social Security payments, Fort Sill Oklahoma, Franz Joseph Hayden, Frederick Buchanan Pape, Hayward California, Laney College Oakland, Los Gatos California, Mercedes Buchanan, Modesto California, Monument Car Parts, Naval Supply Center Oakland, Ojai, Paradise California, Phi Sigma Kappa, Reserve Officers Training Corps (ROTC), San Francisco Bay Area, San Francisco City College, San Jose, Seattle, Southern California, St. Clement's Episcopal Church Berkeley, Stockholm Sweden, Texas, Tracy Public Library, U. C. Berkeley, US Navy, VW Beetles, West Coast jazz
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Loquacity
I was the kid who certain adults needed to tell things to. The result was endless hours of tedium with little reward, except for the questionable attention I received. Somewhere I got the notion I should treat my elders with respect, … Continue reading
Thinking about Memories
26 April 2009 I thought of my father as Eva and I walked along the wooded path beside the lake. He’s dead nine years now, but he and his stories, his life story, are still with me. He seemed to … Continue reading
Upon Returning to a Former Scene
I was born in San Francisco, 1937. During my many and lengthy travels away from the city by the bay, I fondly remembered the murmurs, moans and whistles of foghorns in the morning, and the sight of the gently rounded … Continue reading
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