A horse and carriage at the Pier 39 (a very touristy spot) and, of course, the famous streetcars. I believe that my father, when he came to San Francisco back in 1966 1961 [thanks, Mom] on his choir tour (they even cut a record then), rode on the streetcar, of course.
- Log in to post comments
More like this
Many of you have been moved by my Mom's five-part guest-blogging on Holocaust Children (part I, part II, part III, part IV and part V), so I asked her to let me reproduce here her wartime story, as it appeared in the first volume in the series We Survived published by the Jewish Historical Museum…
The year in review meme is too random to really capture the highlights of a year on a blog. So, here is a collection of links that I think mark the most important moments of this blog in the last year:
January (297 posts) was dominated by the science blogging anthology and the science blogging…
tags: The Snoring Bird, Bernd Heinrich, book review, birds, ornithology, biography, science
I remember that I felt very cold when I read Bernd Heinrich's book, Ravens in Winter, even though it was a hot summer day. That was the first of Heinrich's books that I read, but it definitely wasn't the…
Yesterday, Chris Clarke wrote a post that I read three times so far, then finally submitted it myself for Reed's consideration for the anthology. Most science bloggers are excellent writers, but rare is the gift that Chris displays in many a post, of weaving many threads into a coherent story that…
They are not streetcars, they are cable cars! (grin)
Correction. Your dad visited San Francisco in the year your brother was born, not in 1966 when you were born. Have your facts straight. Greetings to Professor Steve Steve.
Mother
Hey! That's my mother with a comment! I am so proud!
As to the date, it must be that my memory is quite hazy about those events of so long ago, before I was even born. I stand corrected.
Wow - if he was here in 1961, he could not have taken a trip to Alcatraz at that time...except in shackles! It was still a prison at the time.
It is good to have a mother. Isn't it?
Absolutely! I'll call once I get back to Chapel Hill - it is impossible from here.