The City Of The Dead……….. .#65 (50’s)

.  A telephone call from Gary’s  Aunt Loretta to the family,  Uncle Dino was in the hospital.  Gary having questions,  but realized that reciprocation wouldn’t be forthcoming from his family as the circumstances were still unknown.   Accompanying his Father and Mother to join his aunt at the San Francisco hospital,  his two sister’s opting to remain home, the three arriving,  his uncle alert and cantankerous,  the teen having never visited an individual in a hospital before.  Gary standing somewhat aloof  behind his parents in the  hospital ward,  noticing the various I V’s and tubes connected to Dino, the physicians listing his condition as critical,  cirrhosis of the liver, with major internal hemorrhaging.

.  Gary understood the seriousness, but his Uncle Dino’s burly physical exterior and personality brought to mind a toughness,  and a movie script conclusion, that all would end well.   The visit was drawing to a conclusion in the multi bed hospital ward as the commotion began.  Apparently Dino was upset with something his Aunt Loretta had said, because he began shouting in Italian,  attempting to get out of bed,  pulling his tubing loose,  and with the arrival of the staff,  the  family retreated,  the weekend visit coming to a conclusion.

.  The following Tuesday, October 7th, 1958, Gary coming home from school, being informed that his Uncle Dino  had died.  Dino’s 35 year old son Silvio, from a previous marriage,  whom Gary had meant only once,  stepping in,  administering the final arrangements.   Gary reflecting on the inference of Dino’s passing,  there was no funeral notice for Dino that Gary was aware of,  except for a brief notification in the San Francisco Examiner,  but later discovering Dino was interned at an Italian Cemetery in the small town of Colma,  south of San Francisco in San Mateo  County.  A small two square mile town, noted as the City of Souls, but referred to as the city of the dead,  because of the large number of cemeteries fulfilling the townships area.

.  On March 26,  1900 the State of California passed a law prohibiting the burial of person on residential and farm property,  no more family members buried on the Home Place.  In 1912 the City of San Francisco made known its intent to prohibit all burials in the city.  In 1914 the City  took the ordinance a step further issuing an order that every  interned body would have to be removed and interned outside the San Francisco city limits.  The removal and transfer of the thousands wasn’t completed until 1937, the small town of Colma bordering San Francisco accepting over 125,000 departed.

       

.  With Dino’s passing, Aunt Loretta continued her residency on Steiner St.,  Gary’s Dad providing assistance in maintaining some semblance to a disorganized situation.   The closing of the 813 Van Ness Ave.  Dino’s  # 13 Club was on the agenda,  His Aunt Loretta remaining somewhat above a grievous condition as expected, the truth being discerned, her relationship with Dino was more of a convenience than a marriage

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.  Parked in the basement garage of his aunts  Steiner Street residence was the Tognozzi’s 1949 Cadillac Fleetwood,  picture perfect,  odometer stating less than  52,000 miles.  The teen surmising the Cadillac’s low mileage was because it was said his uncle never traveled much out of the bay area,  but when he did,  he always had someone drive him.  Gary was aware, like his mother, his aunt was a non driver,  and in all probability wouldn’t keep the car.  The youth, after some forethought knowing that he had a good relationship with his aunt, in years past, stopping to visit her at the bar on his way to Golden  Gate Park and the planetarium, deciding that he would just ask her  outright about borrowing the Fleetwood to drive to school. 

.   Somewhat hesitant he approached his aunt prepared for a negative response,  but to his surprise she said she didn’t have a problem with him using the car,  but with the stipulation of dads approval.   Gary relating his aunts decision to his dad who paused before answering,  then saying okay,  but with the same two stipulations that prevailed with the use of the family car, the first being, offer to provide a ride to and from school for his sister Kay,  and then the  most difficult one to comply with, drive directly home after school and park it.

.   Gary was excited, his dad driving him to Aunts Loretta’s Steiner Street residence across from the Almo Square Park so he could drive the Cadillac back, surprisingly his sister Kay asked if she could go.   Gary could feel the titillation as they opened the garage door.  Inside, resting like an animate gargoyle decked in chrome,  displaying its distinctive tail fins,  the longest Cadillac in production, the four door exuberant mobile Fleetwood, but this was a Cadillac, the apotheosis of the automobile industry.   Before leaving Gary’s dad giving a word of caution about ferrying the car across the Bay Bridge as Gary had never driven across the bridge before.  The  brother and sister seated in opulence,  implementing the Cadillac transport onto the lit-up iridescent glowing  Bay  Bridge in  the early twilight of evening,  not endured a trip, but a voyage home.  Gary could hardly wait, the morrow would augment the inauguration of a new status in school transportation for him.

.  The Teen was solitary in his first morning fleetwood venture to Castlemont seated alone,  beginning to sense some reluctance about displaying such a capacious conveyance, choosing to park the car in the same place as the family car,  on Alvingroom Ct., located just before you get to Castlemont on MacArthur Blvd.  It was common knowledge, after school it was a given,  the automotive pretentious students would cruise MacArthur Blvd, their motorized display passing several time in front of the school.   Gary delivering the Fleetwood from its parked area taking residence with the cruising after-school traffic on MacArthur,  voyaging past the high school citadel with an expression of certainty.  Making a U-turn at 90th Ave,  circling back towards the school,  once more to entice the bastion with his presence. 

 .  Approaching the school, engaging  a control he had never used before,  automatic windshield washers with a dash mounted delay controls,  the blades of the wipers dispersing  the cleansing spraying water.   The traffic halted in front of the school, Gary reaching down to turn the washer off, not sure of the controls,  a panic, he’s unable to stop the flow,  a  spray of aqueous water continuing with the wipers still activated.  It was apparent, the onlookers having noticed his dilemma, and it was also  apparent they thought the moment humorous.   The slight teenager in the large Fleetwood continued in his attempt to challenge the apparatus, but to no avail.  After exhausting the supply of washer fluid,  the disconcerted embarrassment  came to a halt.   Eyes focused straight ahead,  the reticent youth retired  to the journey home up over 82nd Ave.

.  Gary wasn’t troubled with the news,  the explanation was plausible.  His Aunt having called propagating the  advice from the estate attorney,  the prestigious San Francisco Italian Alioto Law firm,  the Cadillac Fleetwood was deemed property of the estate and would have to remain in storage until settlement.  The use of the Fleetwood was apropos to its name as it was fleeting, Gary drawing a conclusion from his experience,   opulence is earned,  not bestowed.

.  It was totally unexpected, Gary’s dad trading in the 48 Chevrolet Stylemaster, a 1956 Plymouth Belvedere V8 taking up residence at the Willson household.  Gary was somewhat elated, but the rules about cruising after school were still in effect, but on occasion he would surreptitiously make an exception.  On one occasion inviting his younger neighbor Milton (Babe) Pepitone, who was his sister Kay’s age to accompany him on a short jaunt after school.  The two heading northeast on Mountain Blvd to the recently completed Warren Freeway section to the Caldecott tunnel turnoff. 

.  Returning back, Gary noticing the traffic was flowing at 70 mph, turning to Babe asking if he had every been over 100 mph in a car.  Babe answered in the negative, Gary having never driven that fast,  put the pedal to the metal, watching the speedometer surpass the 100 mph mark, immediately backing down to the speed limit.  Once home he cautioned Babe not to say anything to anybody about what they just did.  It was several weeks later, Gary’s Dad when mentioning his using the family car to go to Dale Spady’s house in Castro Valley without asking, slipped in a directive,  he also didn’t want to hear about any 100 mph speeding tickets.  The Teenager was amazed how Parents intuitively perceived information about supposed unspoken about events

 

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