My grandparents shopped at the Crystal Palace Market in San Francisco, and my twin brother and I tagged along.
I can still smell it, after 56 years: The salami, the pork, the beef, the garlic, the spices, the sawdust, the flowers. Did I mention salami?
In this picture, the woman on the left reminds me of my grandmother shopping, and the man in the hat would be a very young version of my grandfather. It was just like this, except I was two feet shorter than the photographer.
The last time I was there was in 1957, when I was ten years old. My twin brother and I were going to have our First Communion the next day at The Most Holy Redeemer Church in the Castro, so we were given money and told to go get haircuts, go to a movie, and take the street car home. We enthusiastically found a barber shop on Market Street and had all of our hair cut off in the Butch fashion.
From there it was a block or two to the Fox Theater on Market (the photo is probably from the late 20's).
A science fiction 'B' movie (Tor Johnson's role confirms my rating) was showing, and besides my two brothers, there were perhaps twenty other patrons in this cavernous space.
This is a video of the demolition of the Fox Theater. It was such a waste. I came across this video on the same day I became aware that the House of Bahá'u'lláh in Baghdad had been destroyed. However nostalgic the one, an overwhelming loss the other.
It turns out that my grandparents were mortified and probably embarrassed at our radical appearance at our Communion. And if that wasn't enough, my mother told me in her last years how she, too, was mortified at our appearance, but always attributed it to her father's frugality. She had no idea it was just unsupervised kids having fun.
COMPANION OF MY THRONE! Hear no evil, and see no evil, abase not
thyself, neither sigh and weep. Speak no evil, that thou mayest not hear
it spoken unto thee, and magnify not the faults of others that thine
own faults may not appear great; and wish not the abasement of anyone,
that thine own abasement be not exposed. Live then the days of thy life,
that are less than a fleeting moment, with thy mind stainless, thy
heart unsullied, thy thoughts pure, and thy nature sanctified, so that,
free and content, thou mayest put away this mortal frame, and repair
unto the mystic paradise and abide in the eternal kingdom for evermore.
Today marks the 50th anniversary of the first woman in space, Valentina Tereshkova.
The selection of candidates for the mission began in early 1962.
The first female astronaut had to meet certain criteria: Be a
parachute jumper, younger than 30, less than 170 cm (5 feet 7
inches) tall, and under 70 kg (154 lbs) in weight. Finally, out
of several hundred candidates, five were selected, including
26-year-old Valentina Tereshkova – a regional champion in
skydiving who had 90 jumps under her belt. RT
On June 16, 1963 Tereshkova became the first woman in space. She spent almost 3 days (70 hours 50 minutes) on the Vostok-6 spacecraft which was launched from Baikonur Cosmodrome, presently Kazakhstan. She orbited the earth 49 times. Another Soviet spacecraft, Vostok-5 piloted by Valery Bykovsky was in space at the same time.
Stevenson House, Monterey, California. Robert Louis Stevenson stayed in this rooming house for a few months during the Autumn of 1879. It is said that his novel Treasure Island was inspired by the the rugged coast nearby.