Tag Archives: San Francisco

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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Gin & Tonic

My first taste was at age twenty-one when I was a driver for an old salesman of agriculture-industrial belts in the inland valleys of California between the coast and the Great Central Valley. Mr. Brett couldn’t see or hear too … Continue reading

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California Accent

When our family of four moved to Brooklyn from San Francisco on New Year’s day, 1946, we had been living in public housing built during WWII. My dad had worked in the shipyards helping to build Liberty Ships. The neighborhood … Continue reading

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Remembrances and Impressions of an Ancestor I Never Met

Asbury Harpending, Jr. Born: 14 September 1839, Hopkinsville, Christian County, Kentucky Died: 1923, Manhattan, New York Asbury’s Father: Asbury Harpending, Sr. Born: 10 October 1790, New York State Died: 7 October 1873, Princeton, Caldwell County, Kentucky Asbury’s Mother: born 1808 … Continue reading

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Memoir: Date with Girl, 1955

I was 18, in the Navy, stationed at Alameda Naval Air Station across the bay from my hometown, San Francisco. I had recently bought my first car: a 1934 Ford, 5-window coupe with a rumble seat. It had already been … Continue reading

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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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