My grandparents lived in The City how i loved to visit them. The smell of the warf....eating squid before they changed it's name.... the fog....riding the street cars....Grandma would never think of going to the store with out hat and gloves. This was a real change for a country girl. For years saying i was born in San Francisco held a heap of pride. Mom and Dad lived in the Castro dristric. The Bible school Dad attended was in the filmore... The Gate... the orange towers holding the fog. The wonderful Victorian homes the sun and fog playing off the detail of their beauty...
How beautiful, Reba! I can taste your memories! Like the forgotten flavors of childhood summers!
How far we seem to have strayed from such innocence, although I'm sure there are those who say it was never
really all that lovely.
Children often remember beauty where darkness lived.
My hometown had an Association of "vampire slayers". Wierd. Never knew it til we moved out.
