Showing posts with label daly city california. Show all posts
Showing posts with label daly city california. Show all posts

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Theme Thursday = Home

Although this is not the house I grew up in,
I did live in a similar house growing up.

Most of you know the song "Little Boxes" written
by Malvina Reynolds. That song was about these
houses and the Daly City, Westlake area, south
of San Francisco along the coast.

Imagine, when these were built, they were only
around $9-10,000.00. Today, these same homes
are selling (I believe) for nearly $500,000.00
or more, if they can get it.

click to enlarge
We now live in this little bungalow in indy-anna.

As you can see, the house next door is similar,
but lacks the built in pocket doors, book shelves
and very tasteful wood floors that we have.

Sears and others sold pre-made houses
that looked similar to this.. We had
hoped this may be one, but it isn't.
It's the most sound home I've lived in and is
very quiet and peaceful.

There is a boiler in the basement,

and original radiators on the 2 floors.
It's the perfect heating system for
winter. There's nothing like a
good boiler system and fits quite
well for this part of the country.

A house is not a home

unless it contains food and fire

for the mind as well as the body.

Benjamin Franklin
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I feel as if no matter where I am,
with or without a house,
my home is really me,
And always goes with me
no matter where I end up.

The following song illustrates best
how I feel about it all. Imagine
the World, and your body parts
those parts of the World.

It may not be as far fetched as you think.

Islandman - Waterboys



Thursday, January 03, 2008

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.