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FIRST MEMORIES………….#1 (the 40’s)

June 30, 2017
Baby Mike and Dad

Baby Mike and Dad

This is the genesis of a chronological journey spanning more than 70  years of remembrances of Gary Michael (Mike) Willson commencing at the age of two in 1943.  Gary Michael Willson achieved this world by the grace of God, his Mother Betty Irene (Potter) and Father Robert Willson on March 18, 1941, his father’s 22nd birthday.   The infants inaugural residency, Yreka California,  population 2465,  the county seat of Siskiyou County,  central California’s most northern province.  The new-born not acknowledge by his given name Gary but in-doweled as Mike, the first two years of his life spent in transit with his parents, abiding in many northern California communities as dictated by  his father’s employment.  Between the age of two and three with sparse uncertainties the remembrances of life events and surroundings was embedded.

7 months and ready for the world

7 months and ready for the world

Tree house home in Atascadero

Tree house home in Atascadero

Mike and his Dad

Mike – 1942

Residing at 1368 Brookside Drive,  San Leandro, 1943 – 44 was an eventful time,  one could see that two-year old Mike was excited,  his Dad having brought home a stray dog but it wasn’t well and soon died.  What was surreal about the event that he retrained was his Dad burying the dog in the backyard near the fence, it was dark and it was done by flashlight.  The toddler discovering an expanded world, not just limited to his home,  his yard,  but one that knew no bounds discovering he could venture off and one day to the dismay of his Mother did so,  only to be returned by a Good Samaritan in a pickup truck.   The young adventurer experienced the meaning of being confined to the premises,  his mother tying a rope around his waist to prevent his wandering off, just long  enough to allow freedom to roam about the yard.   It was later in the summer having been told his mother was going to have a baby and on July 15th Mike’s sister Katy complemented the family with her arrival.

1368 Brookside Drive

The Apartment House, 215 Butte St. Yreka

Pearle and 3-year-old Mike

 

Mike and Sister Katy

Mike and sister Katy

The country was still at war when the local draft board in Yreka summoned Mikes dad to report in August 1944.  His home from now on consisted of  Mom and his Sister Katy and he was able to spend time with his Aunts and cousins, but his interest was elsewhere.  Pearl Westbrook family lived upstairs, but Pearl would visit him and Katy, she would read to him and take him places that were exciting and fun, even taking  him to a Frankenstein  movie one afternoon, covering his eyes during the scary parts.   They went on picnics and rides together on her horse.  One afternoon they ventured on a walk to cross Yreka Creek to go up on the mountain, able to look down on the town below, what was fun was not crossing on the bridge, but under it,  stepping on the rocks in the flowing water.

Mike's mother Betty 1944

Mike’s mother Betty 1944

Mike discovering going to the store with his Mom was fun.    She would buy him candy, animal crackers and sometimes even Cracker Jacks.   One day noticing his moms purse with dollar bills overtly in sight, thinking this would be good time to go the store.   Taking only one bill,  the three-year old proceeding out of the apartment  to the store  alone.   The clerk however thought better that to give a young person at his age any benefit of doubt,  notified his mother of what was transpiring.   Mike learning a lesson,  it’s better to go shopping with Mom.  He like staying with Aunt Ann and cousin Billie who lived on the other side of the Laundry on Main St, but for some reason the Laundry whistle,  which was extremely loud signifying the noon hour and the end of the workday, frightened him. He would find himself hurrying pass the laundry going to and coming from Aunt Ann’s house,  not wanting to be caught if the whistle would sound.

A favorite event at the apartment house was when the fuel truck would deliver the oil for the stove.  It would back up to the house and Mike could see it through the window watching the delivery man hook up the hose and fill the tank,  thinking that someday he might be able to do this.  He got into serious trouble one day and learned a never forgotten lesson.   He found the matches, the wooden ones used for lighting the stove and discovered by striking them on the side of the box they would burn.  Mike got caught and his mother gave him a good talking to, but he did it again only this time he got a spanking.   He knew better but it was still great fun deciding he would do it in secret next to the house but out of sight.  He got caught the third time and his Mother proved to him that fire would burn.  She lit a match and burned the ends of his fingers and all the while telling him over and over again fire burns and to never playing with matches.    It was lesson that was implanted permanently and never again would there be a desire to play with matches.

Mikes Dad with cousins Pat and Louis O'Toole

Mike’s Dad with cousins Pat and Louis O’Toole

Getting attention was never a problem, Mike having an abundance of relatives, he and his sister were the youngest members adorning his mother’s family.  There was always visits from his many cousins,  Jerry and  Bobby Potter, Billy Potter,  Bud and  Johnny Eastlick, Pat and Lewis O’Toole.   He was told that a new family member was coming, and that  he would have a new brother or sister, his mother asking him if it was a girl what name would he choose.  Mike had no hesitation, he liked the name Nancy, because his mother had a friend whom he really liked with that name.  On November 2, 1944, Nancy Louise Willson made her announcement to the world.

Six week old sister Nancy

Six week old sister Nancy

 

Aunt Alice, Cousins,  Jenny,Bud, Pat, Johnny, Katy, Mike & Nancy

The summertime thunderstorms were exciting, four-year old Mike would stay out and watch the lightning strike the surrounding mountains.  He was not alone, the adults took an interest in it also, but their interest was a concerned one,  they worried about forest fires as many family members  were in the logging business.

Mike was watching his Mom take down clothes off the clothesline one August afternoon, when the Laundry whistle started blowing and blowing, continuing  on for a long time.  Mike was curious to why the whistle was blowing for so long,  a person happening bye talked  to his Mom, he could tell by her expression that it was important.  She came over and with a smile said the war was over and his Daddy would be coming home.   She finished taking in the  clothes and his Dad did come that Christmas Eve.

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The Oakland Projects………….#2 (the 40’s)

June 28, 2017
The High Street Bridge

The High Street Bridge

Young Mike never liked Nursery School,  it wasn’t taking a nap that was so bad but that daily dose of Cod Liver Oil  they made you take before laying down.  Thankful his enrollment in the Nursery School didn’t last very long,  a change  was in progress, the family bidding a farewell to Richmond, moving to Oakland,  an area  called The Hull Street Projects.   The units were low-income housing built and used for the worker during the war effort.  There were six apartments in each building, three two bedroom units on each of the two floors.  The housing units were located northwest of  San Leandro Blvd between 50th and High Street.  The unit his family moved into was between 44th and 45th Ave just off a street called Hull Road.  The dwelling built for the most part with sidewalks across the  front and the units situated so they form three sides of an open square.  Mikes family lived in a building just west of the railroad tracks at far east end and  from his bedroom at night could hear the trains shuffling boxcars.  During the day he would watch the activity, the switch engine locomotives at work,  often wondering what it would be like to sneak aboard and travel to distant places.   There was a  time he got into trouble for placing a board on the railroad tracks, and another time for throwing rocks at the passing train, but this too would pass.

Katy, Mike & Nancy at the Hull St. Projects.

not a good idea to throw rocks at the switch engine

not a good idea to throw rocks at the switch engine

Excitement - The Jewel Tea Mans arrival

Excitement – The Jewel Tea Mans arrival

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the summer the Jewel Tea Man would stop, sometimes in panel type truck, other times an old bus filled with groceries and sundry items.   His Mother on occasion would buy something for him and his two sisters.  His favorite was either a banana Popsicle, or a flavored push-up.   One day he took notice of  the older boys going door to door with newspapers and people actually would give money for them.   It was then that he decided to become an entrepreneur,  it wasn’t a hard decision to make, proceeding to collect several old newspaper and assemble them neatly.   The rest was easy,  he would knock on doors and sometimes the person answering would look at this little fellow and pay him for his delivery and other times they would say “not today”.   He lost interest in this endeavor that second day, as for some reason unknown to him, his previous customers didn’t want to buy his newspapers again.

An unforgettable event

An unforgettable event

Ships from another era

Ships from another era

Crossing the High Street bridge into Alameda

Crossing the High Street bridge into Alameda

The  sky was buzzing with activity,  the youngster having seen shooting stars before, but not like this, it was something to behold, it was reported that their were hundred of sighting that night.   It was the first time that he noticed his parents paying attention to the night sky.   Never had he seen such a display and apparently neither had they as they all gathered  outside and sat on the fenders of the car to watch the sky raining shooting stars.   Sometimes during the day his Mom would take him and his sisters across the High Street Bridge to grocery store in Alameda, the High Street Bridge was a Draw Bridge that forged the bay estuary.   He had one main concern when crossing the bridge and that was getting to the other side before the horn sounded, as he didn’t want to get caught halfway and plunge into the water as the bridge raised up.    He thought himself fortunate because this never happened.    The best part of crossing the bridge was watching it open for the passing boats and noticing all the old wooden sailing and fishing boats moored in the estuary,  most of them looking sad and forlorn,  their wooden hulls beginning to rot away.  To him it was like seeing the past come alive on one hand and then die on the other.  He could only imagine all the places and sites these sailing vessels had seen in days gone by.

Starting Melrose Elementary School was a big change for him.   His mother would take  him, along with his two younger sister the eight blocks every school morning to 53rd and San Leandro Blvd.  Once across the four lane Blvd. he would walk the last three block to school alone,  stopping at a little grocery store  buying  a Hostess Cup Cake for a nickel to go with his sack lunch.  The school wasn’t much fun, it was dark and dingy and cold in the mornings.    The outside playground was dirty looking and the backboards that you could throw a  ball against had several  boards missing,  life at this project school was not a happy one.

Didn't want to reach the end of the tunnel

Didn’t want to reach the end of the tunnel

He enjoyed the playground not far from his home, there were swings, teeter totters and slides and along with others he enjoyed spending his time there,  the big slide was 12 feet high and his favorite.    One fateful day he attempted to go up the down side of the slide, hand over hand pulling himself up, when reaching the top he lost his balance falling to the ground,  striking his head on the cement anchoring  the slide.  One of the Nelson kids told his mom that he had fallen and wouldn’t wake up, his mom rushing to the park taking him home.  He regained some consciousness and when his dad got home they took him to Highland Hospital, Dr. Parson’s   informing his Mom and Dad that he had a nine-inch fracture from his forehead to below his ear.  His recovery was very slow with his bandaged head and during that time there something he never mention to his Mom and Dad, a recurring dream.  He would dream of finding himself in a dark tunnel then falling inwards towards a light at its end, but knowing that if he didn’t wake up before reaching the light he would never awaken and with a start he would open his eyes.

Mountain Blvd…..A New Home……..#3 the (40’s)

June 26, 2017

7964 Greenly Drive

The family car 29 Chevy

The 1929 Chevrolet pulled up to 7964 Greenly Drive, the five members of the Willson family seated on the Coupe’s only seat,  Mike straddling the floor mounted gearshift and hand brake, making for a tight fit even though three of the five occupants were children.   The six-year-old boy gazed with amazement at the surroundings, their new hillside home on the corner of Greenly Drive and Shone Ave was almost  located in the mountains, oops, not quite,  but compared to The Hull Street Projects, the rising hills of east Oakland was a wilderness.   Shone Ave initiated off Mountain Blvd, intersecting Greenly Drive four blocks up the hill, culminating  when merging with Sterling Drive.  Sterling continuing its upward journey terminating at an elevation of  486 feet with Crest Ave above the city.   From Crest one could look across the bounds of Oakland,  San Francisco Bay,  the Bay Bridge and even see the lights from Golden Gate.  A narrow switchback allow thru traffic to traverse down to Sunkist Dr and the six block descent on 82nd Ave to MacArthur Blvd.

View of 82nd Ave from Crest and Sterling Drive.

The view from Mike’s yard down Shone Ave to Mountain Blvd and the East Oakland Hills rising 1200 ft.

 Four blocks down from Greenly Drive on Shone Ave was Mountain Blvd,  the two lane Blacktop which snaked along the valley formed by the sentinel east Oakland hills, rising to an elevation of 1200 feet.  The concierge east Oakland hills watching over the city,  a two lane drive appropriately named Skyline Blvd  atop the summit remained a haven of peace and solitude, the landscape still virgin to residential construction. The mountainous distance between Mountain Blvd and Skyline beheld a series of rising hill and valleys, the terrain once home to horses and cattle with an abundance of spring fed creeks with an undergrowth of  flora and the oak trees native to Oakland. Further north a visual marker, the active Gallagher and Burk Quarry, its prevalence  devouring a large chunk out of the  hillside.  To the south the pinnacle remains of the old San Leandro Mental Hospital and disseminating  towards Mountain Blvd was the expansive Oak Knoll Naval Hospital,  the largest Naval medical facility on the west coast caring for 2500 patients.

Oak Knoll Naval Hospital

Greenly Drive and the other two neighboring north/south parallel streets, Winthrop and Earl abruptly ending a block and a half  after crossing Shone Ave and Holmes Street bordering the vast fenced acreage of a hay and alfalfa farm.  The farm was apparently operated by immigrant farmers,  unlike the farmers who baled their harvest, they gathered and stacked it,  Mike having seen this means being done in a National Geographic magazine.    The opposite direction to the north on Greenly was what the locals called the Water Works, formally known as East Bay Municipal Utilities District Water Filtration Plant.  It stretched from Keller to Field St and From Greenly Drive  to Mountain Blvd, an area of about twelve city blocks.  It was fenced and wooded with mostly pines and maintained like a park.  For a bristling youngster, this little known part of Oakland was an exciting place to live.

Willson home as seen from Shone Ave.

His Mom always thought the house was small, but to a six-year-old it was huge in comparison to the apartment in The Projects, at least it seemed that way, most likely because of the corner lot,  large yard with an old leaning wooden garage.  The house having a small living room, dining room with side porch and French Door exit from the dining room.  The kitchen having a small 6 x 10 adjourning space and two bedrooms, the total upstairs area amounting to only 700 sq, feet.   Because of steepness of the hill, although not deemed two-story, it had a downstairs with an outside entrance which was also accessible from the upstairs dining room thru an unfinished basement laundry room with a cast iron double sink.  Mike was told the downstairs was destined to be a rented as a downstairs apartment having a 9 X 14 bedroom/living room,  a 9 x 5 kitchen with sink, gas stove, folding wall table and the household water heated.  A door from the kitchen opened to bathroom with a stool and shower which also exited to the laundry room.

Katy & Mike

6-year-old Mike

The family settling in, the three children occupying the back bedroom, Mike successfully  lobbying for a bunk-bed to at least give himself some dissimilarity from bunking in the same room with his sisters.  The only complaint jointly shared was that the only heat in the house was from a floor furnace in the living room.  On those cold damp morning it wasn’t unusual to find his sisters in the living room getting dressed by the floor furnace.  After living in the projects, six apartment units to a two-story building,  having a spacious yard was unbelievable. It was overgrown with many varieties of plants, not necessarily all weeds, his littler sister Nancy who had yet to turn three years of age could totally disappear in the flora and there was even a relic of an old neglected fish pond.  These new surroundings gave new life to an impressionable young Mike and cast the foundation for an unlimited realm of future boyhood adventures.

School Days…………..#4 (the 40’s)

June 24, 2017
Burchalter Elementary School

Burckhalter Elementary School

 

 He started school once again, this time at Burckhalter Elementary, walking the equivalent of ten city blocks, his home being the 7900 block and the school was at the 6900  block.   Because of his earlier head injury he started school in May,  being part of the mid-term class of January. Mike discovered his 1947 class was somewhat smaller than most, thirty-one students in all,  sixteen boys and fifteen girls,   a possible reason for the size could possibly be attributed to being a January mid-term class.  Because of his late enrollment, being a transfer student from Melrose Elementary,  the semester had already begun.   His arrival with his mother that first day found the class in session, being introduced to Mrs. Drury and the first grade.  So Gary (Mike) Willson began his educational journey, destined to spend the next six years with his newly acquainted classmates at Burckhalter Elementary.

The Burckhalter school building was new and had opened the previous fall semester and they had yet to remove the old original building which stood parallel to Burchalter Ave.  It was barren and stood forlorn, boarded up and even haunted looking.  One morning being late for school, Mike found the normally locked and fastened door chain hanging loose and did the unthinkable.  Entering the empty building, briefly pausing, then the realization, running down to the other end, but door was locked from the outside.   Making a hasty retreat, he left the way he had entered.  The shortness of breath subsiding a feeling of accomplishment pulsated through him, for he did something that not many had not done.   After the  removal of the old building that summer,  he felt like he had lost an old friend,  he reasoned it was because of the secret they shared.

Fun With Dick and Jane

The first grade at Burchalter was a reflection of American heritage, each morning the class standing, the right hand over their heart, facing the flag for the Pledge of Allegiance.  At the beginning of class after a weekend was designated as ‘sharing or show and tell time’. Those who desired to could stand up in front of the class and share a weekend outing  or something they had brought from home.   The classes first book, Fun With Dick and Jane, a reader that was introduced to the classroom in the 1930’s.   A normal progression for a class would be one teacher for each semester, the semesters designated as  L (low) for first semester and H (high)  for second,  normally not having the same teacher for two semesters.  There were exceptions, the class having Mrs Barbara Lawson in both the L & H 2nd and Robert Hayden in the H-4th,  L-5th & L-6th, Hayden being their only male teacher, and with the advent of the 4th, 5th and 6th grade there was additional instructors for band, music and other non curricular activities.   With the curriculum  came the introduction of numerical addition and subtraction, the elucidations and penciling of the written word.  Later with the class advancing in grade level they experienced the convention of penmanship, the ritual of filling the desktop ink wells, the passing out of the pens, instructions on the proper holding position and the practice of cursive and slant.  Mike soon making a discovery, by volunteering to pass out the pens to the class,  he could retain one with a perfect point, thus ensuring better penmanship.  Along with the grade advancement there was the inevitable homework assignments, the all important spelling list handed out to be studied at home and the notorious spelling and arithmetic pop quiz.    School was like a giant puzzle, the enlightenment of discovery and fitting the pieces into perfect precision and sometimes spurning a captivating  interest like listing to a never-ending favorite radio program.

The Lone Ranger

The Lone Ranger

The boy found that fervency was everywhere, all you had to do was seek it, listing to the radio was his door to the world of adventure.  The Lone Ranger, Cisco Kid, Superman, Straight Arrow, Sky King,  Gangbusters, I love a Mystery, the list was never  ending.  He emulated his hero”s in games as most kid would do and explored their world and behold it opened his eyes to all that surrounded him.

No sidewalks - fun walking

No sidewalks – fun walking

There was a sense of aspiration in the little things that surrounded one, the clouds, the stars, the wind and even walking to school in the rain, his slicker and rain boots protecting him.   The ending four blocks of Greenly Drive having no sidewalks and the rain puddles were like little lakes to sail ice cream sticks on, skim rocks across or splash with his wadding boots.  The water would gush down the open culvert on the steep hill of Shone Ave. with a roar and bellow over the covered openings  under the cross streets, sending it into the air like a raging river.

Greenly Drive and the Water Works fence.

Greenly Drive and the Water Works fence.

On the way to school journeying by The Water Works, adjacent to a bus stop was a large three-tiered decorative fountain that had been  placed within the fenced area among the pines.   On many occasions the Plant employees would leave the water circulating through the fountain.  One winter day there was an unusual event in the city, a hard freeze occurred and huge ice cycles formed and hung from the different fountain tiers like sword blades.  Mike having never experienced this aspect of nature  and was mesmerized with the event.  It was something that needed to be shared with others.  He located an area along the fence line where he could crawl under and proceeded  to do just that.  The ice cycle was cold, but  he could sacrifice discomfort for what he had to do.    A proud bearer  carried it to school to show all his trophy.

The school library was on the second floor and available, but soon discovering the real treasure source was one block from the school, the Gibson Branch of the Oakland Public Library System.  On a scheduled bases the class would form a line outside and march down the sidewalk to the Gibson Library.  Once inside the librarian, Mrs. Salo, would assemble the class, arousing their interest by reading an excerpt from an exciting story.  Once the reading session was completed the class was on their own to browse.  The atmosphere of the library was mystifying,  an echo of solitude resonating to a point where you could hear your thoughts or so it seemed.  The varied fragrance of the bound multitude, an aire of leather, the musty smell of damp parchment serving notice of a presence, a wealth of  stored knowledge,  its exploration  a young person’s adventure.

The corner store across from Burckhalter

On the corner of Greenly Drive and Edwards Ave., directly across from Burckhalter was a family owned  small  convenience store.  It was the place where you purchased the authentic necessities such as gum or candy before or after school.   It also was where the younger students got their real education from those older student who presented the facts as the Gospel having acquiring their knowledge from the previous older students.    Important issue were relayed, such as the anatomy of the body and reproduction of the species,  the ‘Facts of Life’ being detailed in the vernacular never heard by a third or fourth grader.  The pride and prejudice concerning the importance of the world to those under twelve were discussed,  opinions and ideals formulated, some even shocking, but  most  to be lost or forgotten on the walk home from school.

Through the grades he trekked acquiring  skills needed for goals and task before him.  School sports for the most part were all intramural, but discovering that participating in after school sports activities sponsored by the Oakland Recreation Department could be rewarding.     It was symbolized by granting those attaining a certain level of participation could earn a block “B” and a trip to a University of California football game at Berkeley.  Mikes after school pursuit achieving this goal, attending his first football game with several others in 1951.  Other participating activities included the school traffic patrol, which provided uniformed insignia hats for participants and instructions on how to sling their signs and halt traffic at the two school intersections as guardians of safety.

Marion Wheeler

Marion Wheeler

Janet Roemer

Janet Roemer

Before exiting his tenure at Burckhalter Mike was subject to  a monumental task thrust upon him by an unexpected person, Mr. Hayden his sixth grade teacher.   The students of Mr. Robert Hayden’s Low sixth grade class were asked to suggest classmates names for the position of  Student Council President for their upcoming final fall semester before graduating in January.  Several classmate names were submitted, but to Mr. Hayden dismay, for some reason  all the boys declined.  Having not raised his hand, Mike suddenly hearing his name spoken, put in nomination but not by a student, but by none other than Mr. Hayden his teacher.  Upon hearing his name given, he followed suit and immediately declined, but his declension was rebuked by the teacher, and a list of acolytes were presented why he should accept.  Finally giving in, realizing his opponents would the two most popular girls in the class, Marion Wheeler and Janet Roemer.  From his view-point his election attempt for president would be futile, but because of only three candidates he was assured  the either the Vice Presidency or Council Secretary.

The students eligible to vote in the election were members of the  fourth, fifth and sixth grade classes, each class having two representatives in the Student Council.  Most of  the fourth and fifth grade classrooms occupied the old portable buildings moved in during the war, these buildings having oil burning stoves and wooden floors.  Mike having written prefatory presentation on an index card and when entering the portable’s to introduce yourself as a candidate finding it a was a very audible experience, especially for someone wearing horseshoe taps on his shoes,  in fact some teachers bringing it to Mike’s attention,  asking him  to re-enter the room in a quieter mode.  This in turn brought a humorous reaction from the kids in the class, drawing more attention to his campaign.  Mike suspecting after the ballots were counted, that this event was what won him the election, Marion serving as Vice President and Janet as Secretary.

Johnny Youngblood and Mike – duet practice

1952 6th & 1947 1st. grade Burchalter report cards

1952 6th & 1947 1st. Grade Burchalter report cards

Members of the 6th grade class

Part of his duties as President of the Student Council was to conduct the scheduled school assemblies, each program starting with the pledge of allegiance and the playing of  the national anthem by the school orchestra.  It was these  stage appearances that instilled in him a confidence of stature and public speaking.  His elementary school grand-finally was a surprise to his classmates and those in attendance, he and Johnny Youngblood performing a piano duet and each a solo composition at  the  graduation festivities.

Enter Music…………………#5 (the 50’s)

June 22, 2017
If you listen - it will speak

When conversing – it has an unimaginable number of stories to tell

The  first remembrance of music was the melodic sonnet voice of his Mother, for she was one who bequeath lullaby’s.  As a toddler  the sound of  her voice  provided a sense of comfort and security in his new-found existence.    As he proceeded thru adolescents he found an almost surreptitious aspect to the harmonious meaning of music, an artistic paint to score the canvas of the melodic world and at the same time to underscore events and project stargazing visions.  There was unspoken adventure in music, he was able to find it in movies,  the radio broadcast,  the concert hall, a vitality of inspiration to those who understood its prevalence and meaning.

Tonette

Burckhalter music curriculum was made up of several affiliations, the lower age classes being shepherd into a session called Rhythms, where they perform various exercises to recorded music.  Upon reaching the fourth grade those students with music interest are given the opportunity to satisfy their curiosity and discover hands-on the mechanics of the instrument of their choice and make a decision to continue on participating in the 5th and 6th grade orchestra.  The final music contribution was Dance.  Mikes mother along with volunteered help  instructed the H-6 grade class in the classic Waltz, Virginia Reel and Ballroom Dance.  Mike’s 4th grade-school musical ambition was to play the french horn, but was told by the instructor he might first see if he could blow a cornet.  After failing in his first attempt he was handed a tonette, a plastic toy appearing elongated instrument with finger holes and told if he wanted to proceed with the band music class he would have to practice with it.  After the second class, he gave his notice that he had no desire to play a tonette in an orchestra and dropped out of the class.

Class in position for the Standard Oil Broadcast

Class in position for the Standard Oil Broadcast

Appearance was deceiving, there was no such thing as nap time in Mr. Hayden’s fourth grade classroom,  the class students having been asked to lay their heads down on folded arms at their desks.   It was ten o’clock and the weekly Standard Oil Company School Radio Broadcast was about to begin.  The Broadcast was an instructional music program introducing students to an organized group of musicians commonly known as members of a symphony orchestra and their world of classical music.  Apparently Mr. Hayden in his wisdom thought that by laying one’s head down would make the person more conducive and attentive to the broadcast.   It was during this class time that a young Mike realized that his elicitation  what he believed to be the true meaning and scope of music was shared by others.  Mr. Hayden confirming his music appreciation by sharing the Standard School Broadcast and during the program’s absence, sharing his forte as an accomplished pianist performing  request from his students in the school’s music room.

Pictured on a musical canvas

It wasn’t a piano,  it was an entity and it was now resting in his living room.    There was  some doubt if the piano would remain,  something to do with ownership and family, but this didn’t concern him, it was here.    He had touch the piano once before when it sat at its original residence and it beckoned to him, at last he could  give it voice and  discover what it had to say.    The Upright had a name, Monarch,  but those gazing upon it couldn’t see the plaque hidden away inside that read, “Made by the House of Baldwin”.    He was truly impressed because Baldwin,  Steinway & Sons,  Bosendorfer,  were all renown names of concertmaster quality.  If only it could talk,  it could relate an unimaginable number of stories  it had experienced thru the years.  The young man having found a friend, soon discovering that it could discourse and he wouldn’t be the only one sensing what it had to say.  His friend could emit every emotion from light-hearted happiness,  to  largo despondency, it could paint a pictured aria on its musical canvas,  the  oceans bellowing the song of the high seas or  a forlorn  Wagon Train crossing the plains and the tapestry sound of a babbling brook on hillside.  This magical instrument knew no bounds,   providing a means to transport one to unlimited horizons.

Miklos Rozsa 1942 musical portrait of Rudyard Kiplings Jungle Book.

Miklos Rozsa 1942 musical portrait of Rudyard Kipling’s Jungle Book.

The young mans discovering his fingers would effortlessly transfer  his melodious thoughts and emotion to the keyboard reaching a crescendo point his accompanying euphonious friend could read his every thought and give them revelation.There were times he could sit and play at his discretion and other times that were deemed not appropriate.  He respected the restrictions when applied and some weeks his total playing time was less than ninety minutes,  but only because other adventures called.  There was an unlimited amount of musical resources at his command, his family having accumulated a large collection of 78 rpm recording which were at his disposal for listening.  His older cousin Bud O’Toole was a collector of extended play  78 rpm  classical recordings which were left  in Mike’s  possession while Bud was on active military duty during the Korean War.  His father’s taste in music was a limited one,  but occasionally while traveling with in him by car his Dad  would tune in a local country-western radio station.   Mother enjoyed the light classics, big band and pop music from the thirties and war years.    The young man kept current by radio with the Hit Parade and later with The Burgie Music Box and Lucky Larger Dance Time.  His younger sisters Kay and Nancy  never encountered the affection that was apparent, their predilection of music was something to listen to, not experience.

Responsibilities and time limits prevailed when seated before the piano,  not everyone in the household shared his enthusiasm, his dad when returning from work at 5:00 p.m. preferred the solitude of a quiet house, thus the piano forte ceased before 5:00 .  With no formal training, despising the term “play by ear” he took it upon himself to learn the treble and bass cleft scales, the time and key signatures, able to discern sheet music but not a sight-reader.  Returning home from school one day the 5th grader was totally surprised when his mother asked if he wanted to take piano lessons.  Visions of grandeur coming to mind, to journey down the same well-traveled road of Chopin, Rachmaninoff and Tchaikovsky.  The first lesson was spent with hand position, finger crossover, rudimentary scales, a enlightenment of the basics which the youth had already acquired.  The second lesson was one of sight-reading right and left hand elementary melodies.  The middle-aged instructor somewhat at awe with her new student before leaving placing a very simplistic arrangement of Home On The Range in the key of G on the piano instructing him to practice sight-reading and not to memorize it.  On her return the following week, Mike played Home On The Range, trying his best to stop a natural instinct to add progressions and flourishes that were not in the musical score, but to no avail.  The piano teacher immediately arose, walked to where his mother was seated in the dinning room, giving noticed that she would no longer be available, emphasizing that the young man lacked the discipline to play the music as written.

Korla Pandit & Liberace

  With his favorite radio programs enriched with classical music background but a signpost of the past and advent of a television new personalities such as Korla Pandit and Liberace attempting to placate the classical heritage and the music standards of the thirties were soon overshadowed by American Bandstand.   As a youth he soon discovered discernment comes with age,  surprisingly he never acquired a desire to memorize a lyric, finding he was not prejudicial but holding fast to a belief that lyrics were works of poetry and the audio rainbow performed by instrumentation was resolute music,  an audio illustrated  canvas of interpretation and symbiosis painted by the composer,  finding  at a youthful age that within the spectrum of music like life, there was adventure.

 

The Tag Along Gang…………..#6 (the 50’s)

June 20, 2017

Greenly Drive, the Water Works on the right – (East Bay Municipal Utilities District Water Filtration Plant)

Mike had no  close friends at Burckhalter those first years,  almost all the boys in his class lived past the Water Works some distance from his home, his closest friend was Mark Tweeten,  a year older than Mike having an older sister Carol, the Tweeten’s living  just across the street.   The two boys spending hours together emulating their favorite matinée movie, or radio program hero’s in activities.  The Cisco Kid, Lone Ranger, Gene Autry and Gunsmoke,  episodes enacted with many a roll of caps being spent in shoot-outs after school and on a weekend.   Mark’s most envious and greatest personal possession was his bike,  Mike learning to ride on Marks and with this accomplishment he began his effort to secure a similar mode of transportation.  To his dismay, the Tweeten family announced they were moving to Concord  and he could no longer use “well Mark has a bike” as his number one reason for his parents to buy him one, the quest for a bike had just become  more unattainable.   After Marks move  he received an invitation to spend the night at Marks house in Concord,  his Dad providing transportation for this last visit.    It was a double blow to the youth, losing his best friend and being a victim of the family imposed bicycle rule.  NO BIKE UNTIL YOUR TEN YEARS OLD.

Richard & Gordon

The building of a new house catty-corner across Shone Ave was finally completed and a family named Telford moved in.  The Telford’s had a son a year older than Mike and soon discovering Larry wasn’t very sociable, maybe because he was an only child and   besides the boys dad was an undertaker and for some reason it bothered everyone.  Mike was somewhat envious of the Telford boy because their house was new and Larry had his own big bedroom located downstairs next to the garage.   It wasn’t the fact of having his own room as much as what Larry had in it. Lining the walls on two sides was a continuous expansion of a shelves and displayed on it was dozens upon dozens store-bought miniature metal cars.  Having just a couple of his own, having in the past made roads in the dirt, constructing parking area’s, entertaining projects, but wondering what it would be like having that many cars.  Deciding the difference between him and Larry, Larry never took them off the shelf,  they were always on display.  The only boys in Mike’s class that lived on his side of the school was Gordon Meyers and Richard Brehmer.  Gordon’s house was a block from the school and Richard lived somewhere on the other side of Mountain Blvd,  a pretty good distance from his house.  The youth didn’t share any interest with Gordon but if he had a bike he could visit Richard, as well as Roger Monroe, Karl Kreplin and others that lived on the other side of the school. He briefly thought about using “No Bike,  No Friends” as a valid approach to his parents to get a bike, but decided against it because right next door lived a house full of kids, younger, but still company.


diamond Pepitone

The children of Bob and Diamond Pepitone next door to the Willson’s ended up numbering five.   Mike could never figure out the association of the kids nicknames with their real names.  The nicknames, Babe,  Sis,  Turnbay,  Turtle and Bugs translated into Milton,  Esther,  Faye, Christine and Diane.  The eldest  was  Babe, the only boy in the brood,  2 1/2 years younger than Mike and it wasn’t Mike but his sisters Kay and Nancy that spent  much more of their time playing with them.    He would join them in a game of hide-go-seek or kick the can and it was becoming more often now that his best friend or lack of one, had changed.
Four blocks down Shone Ave. and across mountain Blvd. rose the East Oakland Hills ,  its forestation,  fresh water springs, valleys, and relics from an earlier era were beckoning.  The hills cresting at the 1100 ft. elevation on Skyline Blvd. high above Oakland,  providing a panoramic view of San Francisco Bay,  Mike having ventured into this vast uninhibited expansion.  The youth knowing it was hiding untold secrets just waiting to be discovered by an inquisitive person  aspiring for excitement and adventure.  His Mom wasn’t to keen on Mike trooping off alone into the hills and the young man knew this, but a plan prevailed,  a hillside picnic outing with his sister Nancy, the two eldest Peptone’s, Babe and Sis joining them.  This first organized outing for the group was a start and the beginning of many,  Mike was now able to explore but finding himself being accompanied by what he referred to as the Tag Along Gang.

The East Oakland Hill

The hidden valleys

Cresting the first hill and walking down to what is best described as a small valley  wandered a deserted unkempt dirt road which in years past had probably been subject to the ferrying of horses and cattle.   Standing before the youthful explorers  was an old stable, dilapidated by the  years neglect and rain-soaked wear.    The old timbers attempting to maintain the crumbling stalls,  the air still retaining the smell that only old barns and stables have,  even through time this remnant odor, its pungency still permeating the air of primordial history.  Mike realizing in all probability, the young people making up this  group probably didn’t realize or understand the significant of what they were experiencing, but there was one inquisitive among them that recognized and felt the indelible imprint of the past and the quest that remained.

Cardboard sliding on 82nd Ave.

Cardboard sliding on 82nd Ave.

During the summer, the grass and sedges grew tall,  sedges resembling what most people thought was wild wheat,  turning golden in the late spring and abundant thru out the state for three seasons , thus giving California its name,  The Golden State.  This was a great fun time  for the itinerant group of youngsters, gathering cardboard to use as sleds, the tall grass and sedges on the hills providing a natural slope to sail down.    The prime area was the unpaved top section of  82nd Ave. the city deciding not attempt to connect 82nd with Crest Ave,  the hill being too steep,  a switch-back being built around it for motorized traffic to reach the top.   Another area  was across Mountain Blvd. above the dirt fire break road that led to the Oak Know Naval Hospital,  mother nature providing these recreational downhill slides.  To everyone’s disappointment,  by the second or third day the grass lost its slickness, and the sliding season was over for another year.

26 inch mobile transport

The Day of reckoning finally arriving, Mike’s transportation problem  reconciled,  a new Monarch, 26 inch bike with center tank and luggage rack over the rear fender, he was ready, the world would know no bounds anymore.   Like all new owners he had designs for changes, the fenders could stay for now because he was a rain or shine riding person and fenders were definitely a necessity.  A color change for the existing red and white stock paint bu this could wait for another day.  His answer for deliverance having finally been conceived with the arrival of  this new acquired conveyance, it would be the young mans  best friend for the next five years, not his only friend,  but truly his best friend.

Laundry Farm Canyon – Revealed…..#7 (the 50’s)

June 18, 2017

 

Laundry Farm Canyon Map

Steve Graham stood before his Monday morning school class sharing about exploring the neighboring hills not far from his house. Telling his Burckhalter classmates about following Leona Creek up to the abandoned sulphur mines and old quarry called Devil’s Punch Bowl.  Mike visiting with  Karl Kreplin who also lived near Steve confirming what Steve had said as well as Roger Monroe,  the three classmates living in Leona Heights,  in the foothills across Mountain Blvd just before the Seminary Ave turnoff  adjacent to Mills College.  The hills Steve’s talked about covered an area from Leona Height to Redwood Road, upwards from Mountain  Blvd, cresting on Skyline Blvd that overlooked the east bay.  What sparked a curiosity was it’s name, Laundry Farm Canyon,  an area Mike was to discovered steeped in folklore and California history.

Steve Graham and Karl Kreplin

Nestled in the foothills of central east Oakland was Laundry Farm Canyon projecting one of the richest histories of any locale in the east bay area.  The native Huchiun Ohlone Indians having established a village deep in the redwoods above the bay inlet with its full-flowing spring-water creeks cascading down from the hillsides in the fog-draped forest of the redwood evergreen giants.  Spanish Mission explorers passing within a half-mile of Laundry Farm Canyon, later Spanish Californios would settle in the area for next two centuries.

On August 3, 1820 the last Spanish governor of California,  Pablo Vicente de Solá presented Don Luís María Peralta, a sergeant in the Spanish Army and later commissioner of the Pueblo of San José, in recognition of his forty years of service a land grant of 44,800-acre embracing the sites of the cities of San Leandro, Oakland, Alameda, Emeryville, Piedmont, Berkeley, and Albany.  With the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo signed at the end of the Mexican-American War in 1848, the U.S. Federal Land Act required the Spanish Californios to prove their land titles in court. The resulting litigation lasted years. In the interim, squatters continued to overrun the Peralta’s bay area Rancho San Antonio, stealing and killing cattle and even subdividing and selling the land.   At the time of his death in 1851 Luís María Peralta’s estate had been valued at $1,383,500.  By 1860 the combined property left to the sons had been substantially reduced, partly to pay for the previous decade’s litigation by lawyers and to cover newly imposed property taxes.  In 1872, the combined property  left to the sons was assessed at approximately $200,000.  By the time of Don Luís son Antonio Peralta’s death in 1879, the son only had 23 acres left of the original 16,067 acres inherited from his dad.

In 1840’s, logging started in the redwood-covered hills in and just beyond Laundry Farm Canyon and within 20 years,  men numbering 400 at their peak had logged out the entire redwood forest.   In 1851, three men—Horace Carpentier, Edson Adams, and Andrew Moon began developing what is now downtown Oakland and on May 4, 1852,  the Town of Oakland was incorporated, two years later in 1954 it was re-incorporated as The City of Oakland.

Mills Seminary 1889

In the 1850’s Pliny Bartlett, a recent San Francisco businessman decided to go into the laundry business, associating himself with George H. Hallett and P. E. Dalton. Their idea was to establish a white labor laundry, the line of work at that time being almost exclusively operated by the  Chinese.  Bartlett and his associates ferried the laundry from San Francisco hotels across the Bay to San Leandro Bay at the southeastern end of Alameda Peninsula. The laundry was then hauled up the hill to the spring water Horseshoe branch of Leona Creek, where it was washed, bleached and dried on the grass, the area becoming referenced to as Laundry Farm Canyon.  The 1860’s, found the Laundry business having moved to West Oakland, the redwood forest logged out, the hillsides of Laundry Farm Canyon and Leona Creek sparsely populated.  A change was in store as Cyrus and Susan Mills buying a 55-acre of pasture land,  part of the Thompkin Ranch with a cottage alongside Leona Creek.  Mrs. Mills who had operated The Young Ladies Seminary of Benicia, moved it to Oakland.  In 1871, building Mills Seminary on the Ranch site at the south end of Laundry Farm Canyon bordering Leona Creek, the creek being dammed to form tiny Lake Aliso as flood control for the school.

The Laundry Farm Canyon Hotel

In 1876, an enterprising man named Lane ran 4-horse-drawn canopy sightseeing tour buses up the hill to the flat hilltop site above the canyon, referred to as Observatory Hill becoming a popular picnic spot, a foot trail led high up above the creek to the meadow on top of the hill with a 360 degree view all around.  Later in 1887 the Laundry Farm Railroad was built, a tunnel was begun through a hill north of the 1885 incorporated Mills Seminary, now renamed Mills College,  but the tunnel construction coming to a standstill with cave-in’s.   The railway re-routed around the hill, across the Mills property, then north into the Laundry Farm Canyon across the creek from where the original laundry shack had stood, also building a Car Barn where the trains were switched and stored.  With the scenic area becoming an attraction the 3-story Laundry Farm Hotel was built in 1892 a quarter-mile east of the Car Barn on a 200-acre site on the south bank of Leona Creek on the opposite side of the Observatory Hill.  The railway track from the Car Barn was extended to provide service to the hotel.  The hotel suffering a fire in 1897, being rebuilt, the train service and tracks to the hotel removed in 1902, the track beds becoming roadways, but the hotel experiencing second fire in 1907 was not rebuilt.

Francis Marion ‘Borax’ Smith

Miles of tunnels

 The Leona Heights sulphur mines began operation east of the Laundry Farm Canyon 1906, the project of  Francis Marion ‘Borax’ Smith  a Oakland businessman and civic leader born in Richmond, Wisconsin in 1846. He went to the public schools and graduated from Milton College and at the age of 21, he leaving Wisconsin to prospect for mineral wealth in the American West having made his fortune in borax mining, but also invested locally in real estate.  A bunker was built at the railway car barn at the Laundry Farm Canyon site connecting aerial cable tramways to the sulphur mines to transport over 200,000 ton of Iron Sulfide, known as Pyrite from the Leona Heights Mine,  later known as McDowell Mine. The mineral was trammed by aerial tramway down the hill to a sizing mill, crushed and shipped by railroad to Stauffer Chemical Company in Richmond for the manufacturing of sulfuric acid.

Macdam rock quarry – Oakland

Devouring the hillside

The rock quarries opened in 1909 a mile NE up the hill.  Three aerial and cable tramways hauled rock from the quarries, across hill, and down into Laundry Farm Canyon to the Car Barn site. From there, the railroad then hauled the rock down from the hills.  It was used as macadam for local roadways and gets its name from John Loudon MacAdams, a process he invented 1816 using aggregate stone for road construction.  The quarry had the perfect quality rock needed to make up the three, two and smaller 3/4 inch stones for a macadam road.  It was later that they poured tar on the cracks between the laid stones so it would better support a load.    They gave the road mixture a new now familiar name…tarmac.

At school Mike expressed his interest in seeing and exploring what Steve Graham had said was in the hills to Roger Monroe who listened but didn’t make a commitment to show him.  Mike recognized that he was somewhat different from the other boys in the class, rather quiet and reserved, never exhibiting a lot of enthusiasm.  Mike ascribed his demeanor to his health, he was exempt from P.E. activities because of a heart problem attributed to rheumatic fever.  He understood Roger situation having been thru a medical episode earlier in his life and when Roger offered to show him the places that Steve had mention a red flag went up,  hiking thru the hills with someone with a bad heart.  The more Mike  thought about it, the more it made sense,  if he knows where these places are, he must  have made there and back, let’s go for it.

The Sulphur Mines – Devils Punch Bowl..#8 (the 50’s)

June 17, 2017

Mike and Roger

It was  Saturday morning Mike leaving his Greenly Drive home riding  his bike to Rogers Monroe’s on Kuhnle St,  Roger having agreed to show Mike the sulphur mines and Devils Punch Bowl.  The two walking a block over on Leona St to  Mountainview Ave which was a horseshoe road off Mountain Blvd that circled the equivalent of two blocks up the hillside before returning, the boy leaving Mountain View Ave where it circled back west, heading NE up the hillside to find Leona Creek, Roger assuring Mike he knew where they were going and before long coming upon the creek.  The boys following a  scrub-lined trail that varied  ten to twenty feet above the forage shrouded creek bed.  It was narrow at times and one had to careful not to slip and apparently Roger wasn’t vigilant, he stumbled and slid down coming to rest almost in the creek.  Mikes dreaded fears coming to fruition with the rumors about Rogers medical condition, then immediately a humorous thoughts  prevailed “Roger’s the one with the bad heart and I about had a heart attack watching fall.   Asking if he needed any help, Roger assuring Mike that he was fine and that they were almost there.

Trail above Leona Creek

The bright sun enhancing the yellow glow of sulphur

Shafts and Tunnels underground

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The creek veering away from the trail, a clearing the size of a football field appearing before the two and immediately they were struck with the pungent smell of sulphur.   Mike was struck with the yellow mounds of tailings, the center of the excavation site still had the remains of a building, iron and wooden beams protruded skyward, and remnants of what looked like an old elevator shaft still standing. Old  rusted mining machinery was spewed about as if still waiting to be transported for another long past due assignment.  Located further northeast were the tunnel entryways to mines that once were boarded up,  their  warning sign worn and tattered, no longer sending a clear message of the danger.  Mike wanting to spend time experiencing,  touching the walls from within,  taste the  fluent sulphur, close his eyes in the darkness of the mine and inhale the zephyr of  history from days gone by, but his classmate and guide had other plans, apparently having seen all this before, wanting to move on.   Mike made himself a promise, he would return and it would be soon.  The journey began again,  the boys continuing their up hill trek heading back to the NE.

Devils Punch Bowl

   There was no path or trail to follow unlike the canyon of Leona Creek,  just the incline in a treeless but shrub filled grass expansion.  Traveling what seemed a 1/2 mile the terrain plateaued, the remnants of  an immense horseshoe excavation of what appeared to be solid rock,  their was a large opening and at the bottom of this abyss were  broken rocks and boulders,  spewed like they had been thrust from their walled cloistered sanctuary and the remains of twisted rusting metal.  From the  downhill-side , walking to the edge,  the two boys were able to transverse  to the floor of the old quarry, the rocky path once an entrance.  Mike reasoned that this was the side that workers used to remove the  magnitude of rocks for the crusher below.  The quarry floor was over 50 yards across and the unshakable rock walls towered to heighten apex reaching skyward.  Cave like fissures dotted the rock walls, could it be that this was where workers positioned the charges of dynamite, thus bringing down the promontory.

Giant concrete chutes used in Leona Heights quarry

Giant concrete chutes used in Leona Heights quarry

The boys didn’t spend an abundance of time in the realm of this rock abyss,  this was a searching expedition, Steve  wasn’t exaggerating when telling of what lay hidden within the confines of Leona Heights section of Laundry Farm Canyon.   Mike realizing that today’s adventure exposed a visual page of history and for him it was leaving bookmark to explore.   The return back finding the two walking  northwest from the quarry  reaching a fire trail in what was called Horseshoe Creek Canyon located south of Redwood Road, the serpentine road to Skyline Blvd.  On the way down the trail they came upon one of the old concrete chutes used by the quarry workers and miners before both operations ceased.  Continuing on they found themselves adjacent to Horseshoe Creek which merged with Leona before traversing Mountain Blvd into Lake Aliso on the campus of Mills College. On the return to Rogers house, where it all began, Mike questioned why he hadn’t heard about the sulphur mines, devils punch bowl and this part of Oakland, making a mental note to ask his Dad about what he saw since his Dad grew up in Oakland during the time when they may have been operational.

Earthquake…………………#9 (the 50’s)

June 16, 2017

The Hayward and the San Andreas Faults

The Willson’s neighborhood experiencing a change with several new houses under construction up the hill on Shone and a more formidable commercial building down the hill, replacing the diminutive wooden structured grocery store on Mountain Blvd.  The store operated by two little elderly ladies whose appearance and personalities seemed  homogeneous with their surroundings, their modest enterprise not only a small grocery store, but endeavored as rural post office annex.  On several occasions Mike’s Mother would dispatch him the four blocks down Shone Ave to this oasis of a small store for a forgotten grocery or postal money orders to pay various household expenses.   Mike hated to see it go as he would always remember it as the store he bought his first Pepsi after hearing the jingle on the radio, “Pepsi Cola hits the spot / twelve full ounces, that’s a lot / twice as much for a nickel, too / Pepsi cola is the drink for you!”  whereas Coke came in 7 and  several others in 10.   With the advent of the Koplos Brothers Market, a new large all-inclusive grocery store, with a butcher and meat counter, fresh vegetables, fruit and  full service liquor department a premonition of the change had come to this sequestered area of Oakland.

Pepsi Cola 12 full Oz. for a nickel

The new store was a blessing to the neighborhood, the Koplos brothers, Jim and John soon becoming like family to the community, it wasn’t unusual for their elderly father to make deliveries.  Mike having got know John who managed the liquor store aspect of the enterprise,  one Saturday afternoon  happened to wander in the rear delivery area of the store discovering John sorting the empty returned beverage bottles into their designated cartons.  The Cola and Beer companies requiring a 2 cent deposit on the 12 ounce or less bottles and a 5 cent deposit on the quart size for their product,  it was up to the store to sort the bottles by distributorship for pickup.  Mike seizing the minute, asking John if he might need someone to sort bottle on the for weekends,  as weekends was the time most people redeemed their accumulated bottles.  John hesitating, giving him the once over, Mike could tell John was mulling over what he had said and may have been somewhat concerned about Mike’s age, but finally agreeing to give him a try.  Mike starting his first paying job at a dollar per hour.

It began with the sound of the piano in the living room but only no one was playing,  it wasn’t exactly musical notes but an eerie sound that reverberated.  Glancing up Mike noticing the ceiling light fixture,  a chandelier fasten with a chain  beginning to swing slowly at first, increasing its motion, performing an unheeded dance.   Then  came an unforgettable sound, at first a murmur then an echoing rumble, the sound of the house’s wooden studs and joist moaning in protest.  Mike raising off the divan, opening the front door looking outside, hoping,  just maybe,  he would see some movement of the ground,  but just as suddenly as it  begun,  the quake ended with a deafening silence.  Mother earth having presented another earthquake performance.

Mike’s house (circled) less than 6 blocks from the Hayward Fault.

Living in the Bay Area, with three parallel faults line, the Calaveras, Hayward and the mighty  San Andreas, Mike’s family having experienced quakes before,  but not the sharpened jolt presented by this one.    Observing the reaction of his family, his sister Kay went into in her usual panic mode trying to hide, searching for  a safe haven, which she was prone to  after an earthquake.    His Younger sister, Nancy, showing no outward reaction and his Mom  already in a discussion with his Dad about the patched cracks in the living room wall plaster  once again returning.  The young man’s thoughts immediately registering a possible monetary opportunity called Koplos Market.  Briefly mentioning to his parents what he was up to, hurrying outside, mounting his bike, sailing down Shone Ave to Mountain Blvd.   Disembarking he approached the store,  finding the owners,  Jim and John Koplos  surveying the situation.  Groceries and sundry items having tumbled from the shelves into the aisles, but the biggest damage was the array of broken bottles, especially the wine and hard liquor bottles in the liquor department.  Looking about, it was evident from appearances the store had not  receive any structural damage, just a good shaking and displacement of its contents.

Discharging their content as well as a very identifiable aroma.

Mike couldn’t help but notice that John and Jim were disquieted with what they saw, having a major cleanup project ahead of them.  Young Mike was determined to proceed with his strategy, approaching the two owners,  volunteering to assist in the clean up.    At first,  the two brothers seemed reluctant, especially considering broken glass spewed about and possibly the boy’s age.   That seemed to change  when  they apparently realized the aspect and perplexity of the situation,  giving Mike the go ahead to get started.  He was soon joined by two other store employee, apparently called by the brothers.  The project initiated, the crew spending the better part of the evening expediting the cleanup and replacing merchandise to its rightful place.

The most memorable aspect of the garnering operation was the smell that permeated the store.  Countless bottles of various  alcoholic beverage having been dislodge from their abode and sent crashing to the floor discharging their content as well as a very identifiable aroma.  Returning home he felt rewarded for his endeavor ,  not only richer monetarily but richer for the experience.

Take the “A” Train……………#10 (the 50’s)

June 14, 2017

Retired Bay Bridge “A” Train

His Mother saw to it that he would safely board the train on East 14th St.  It wasn’t a steam or diesel locomotive train,  it was a Oakland Transportation Key Systems electric train that transported passengers from Oakland to San Francisco via the Bay Bridge.  The boy having been aboard the train before,  always referring to this four car conveyance as the   “A”   train because of the  large letter   “A”   displayed on the front of the first car.  The beginning of another journey to visit Aunt Alice in San Francisco,  but this trip was to be different from the others, his Aunt would not be waiting for him at the Transbay Terminal in San Francisco  when he disembarked  from the train.  This would be the first time young Mike would venture across the expanse of San Francisco alone  to visit his Aunt. There was a slight aura of ambiguity as he boarded the front car of the train, but immediately giving way to a wave of euphoria.    He couldn’t believe his eyes, an answer to prayers,  a dream come true,   a miracle,   the unbelievable having happened.  The very front seat of the train,  the one on the left side across from the driver  was empty and he would be able to gaze at an unobstructed view of the tracks.    Halleluiah!    Mike had been hoping for this to happen since his first trip on the train, hurrying to the seat,  setting down,  gazing at the remarkable view in front of him.

The beginnig of a journey to San Francisco

The start of a journey to San Francisco

A Drivers view from the front seat

A Drivers view from the front seat

San Francisco's Transbay Terminal

San Francisco’s Transbay Terminal

The journey beginning,  the train smoothly moving forward, he was in the driver’s seat, keeping notice of the traffic signals and watchful eye on the traffic negotiating around him as he mentally navigated his transport down the tracks.   Approaching a loading area,  stopping so the waiting passengers could board, then continuing  on.  As he journeyed thru Oakland  towards the bay,  a recognizable structure appeared,  raising up as a testament to an engineering marvel,  the Oakland, San Francisco Bay Bridge,  the train gliding onto left side of the lower deck.  The boy was  hoping  for an encounter,  to  pass an oncoming train would be impressive, but to no avail.  The next stop would be TI,   Treasure Island Naval Station, the train coming to a halt at the lighted station tunneled beneath Yerba Buena Island.  The excursion vehicle motionless  waiting for the Navy  personnel to disembark or board, its mission fulfilled,  the train pushed onward leaving the station to emerge  from the tunnel into the daylight on the San Francisco side of the Island.   Continuing  towards the city,  listening to the clicky-click sound of the wheels on the tracks,  the breath-taking unobstructed driver’s view  was an experience that Mike would never forget.  The “A” train began crossing the Embarcadero on the elevated tracks heading southwest, soon making a sweeping  “S”  turn between Folsom and Mission Streets,  arriving  at  the upper level of the Transbay Terminal.   Mike looked over to his right at the uniformed man sitting at the levers in the driver’s compartment,  the operator turned looking at him smiling,  extending a thumbs up.

Street view of the Transbay Terminal

Street view of the Transbay Terminal

The Terminal a haven for pigeons.

The Terminal a haven for pigeons.

The only way to travel - san Francisco Muni Streetcar

The only way to travel – san Francisco Muni Streetcar

Mike knew his way,  he had traversed this many times with his Aunt.  He descended from the upper level and continued his way down to the outside turnaround.  It was here where the Muni electric street cars from various divergence would renew their destination and once  again  set out on their route to deliver their occupants.   The most impressionable attribute besides stepping   into the cool San Francisco air was the congregation of  well fed pigeons assembled.  They fluttered among the steady stream of electric street cars  and passengers coming and going.  The young traveler waited for the   “K”   car which would send him on his way to his destination.    Boarding and leaving the terminal area ,  the street car crossed Mission St. and turned with the tracks going up Market Street  towards the Twins Peaks Tunnel.   Crossing Castro St the   “K”   car entering the tunnel,   the  2 1/4 mile trip thru the tunnel having two station stops,   Eureka and  Forest Hill.    Mike enjoyed traveling into the unknown,  and as a young lad on a street car entering a darken tunnel,  there was always a possibility that something exciting would happen, but as usual  it didn’t.

The El Rey Theatre on Ocean Ave.

The El Rey Theatre on Ocean Ave.

The trip was over at the El Rey movie theater on Ocean Ave, getting off, walking  four blocks up Victoria Ave.  then to a house at 538 Garfield St.,  a smiling Aunt Alice greeting him, asking how his trip was?   The ten-year old  replying  “Fun”