Tag Archive | San Francisco

MY TEA CUP RUNNETH OVER


There are all sorts of tea parties. There was the Boston kind which wasted a great deal of good English tea, but got the message over. Then the political kind, whose movement now sails under another name. Extraordinarily, this year I have attended two of the finer gatherings of ladies which have actually served tea. […]

THE BEST LAID PLANS


You can plan all you like, but you can’t plan on the weather. We had set aside yesterday for a picnic in Alameda with friends. The weather had simmered away in the 80’s and 90’s for a number of weeks, keeping us cooking and cooking our heels at home. Yesterday the smell of petrichlor filled […]

THE SECOND OLDEST PROFESSION Kate’s Journal


Episode 17 Alameda, 1946-1949 What was I thinking? I had quit my good job in San Francisco, and now my new husband tells me to “get a job”. I began tromping the streets in Oakland asking if anyone needed help. I literally had no skills except being a nice looking willing to work child bride. […]

GOTTA PUT THE ONION ON Kate’s Journal


Episode 15 Alameda, 1945 Of all the aunts and great-aunties who gave us shelter during the period of my growing up, Great-Aunt Helen was surely the most quirky and endearing. She was my paternal grandfather’s sister, a country woman born and bred who circulated comfortably in society without reliquishing her down home persona. She raised […]

HOW LUCKY CAN YOU GET? Kate’s Journal


The summer after high school was warm and lazy, and I took advantage of each day at the beach; no boyfriend to worry about, no time schedule, but also no money. I began to feel disapproval from Great Aunt Helen as I trudged home tired and sunburned after my day in the sun. I felt […]

GRADUATION Kate’s Journal


Episode 14 Alameda, 1944 It is hard to recapture feelings which you had 70 years ago. The events of our lives spring up in chapters, but how we actually “felt” at that time escapes us. No one changes their mind more frequently than a teenage girl, and when it comes to boyfriends just when you’re […]

V-J DAY 1945


The stories have become priceless, because those who lived them are fading into the lost memory of time. The smell of death, gunfire and blood are part of a life gone from a generation of people all over the world who can never forget. My father, who stood on the deck of his ship amid […]