coffee messiah beginnings

thanks to: gorey laurey
who sent this in the late '80s
wherever you are

click any image to enlarge

Not sure of the year of this photo, but is
only part of a 5 image picture.

My Dad took this sometime after we
moved here around 1959, I believe.

We were the 1st people on our block for what
may have been a yr, perhaps a bit less.
We lived to the left about a block from
a fence that separated us from a hill
which led to the old Highway 1.

Of course growing up, we spent many days climbing
down to the beach. Looking at old abandoned cars,
finding a few fossils embedded in rocks.

We made our own skim-boards and would
spend many foggy days along the beach.

To the right, where the hill has been cleared
out was where our two primary schools were
and the high school we went to.

If you look close, in the foreground you will see
the remains of one of the old farms.

In the distance is San Francisco.

Dairy farms and sand was what this area
was before being developed by Henry Doelger.

Not sure of the yr of this one either and was
taken the 1st time we had any snow in the area.

Back in these days, you knew people from blocks
and blocks away. And never worried about
walking alone as a child.

Little Boxes by Malvina Reynolds
was written about this area.
no longer available



Many others have revisited this song
over the years. I know it made quite
an impression on me and really got
me to thinking about alternate realities
to what I saw/heard everywhere.

Can't remember for sure what motivated
me to send in for this, but I did.

Kirby J Hensley started the ULC in order
to save people from paying taxes,
and initially all you had to do was
send your name and he sent this back.

Of course, he must have been inundated
with requests, so not long after I received
mine, you had to send in $25.00.

This may be another reason I have never
joined or become affiliated with anything
organized. Well except the Union
I had to join in order to work many moons ago
which is now, thanks to downsizing and
union busting almost gone.

I forgot I had this until I started going through
some things I need to get rid of.

I sometimes ponder why I have become
and think the way I do. Or more importantly,
what all helped transform me into who I am.

Living here and at this time, and looking back,
seeing the melting pot this area was for music,
musicians and the arts, was no doubt part
of the overall picture.