The other day I was looking for my pass onto Edward's AFB to watch the shuttle land. I mistakenly thought I had it in my miniature Lane Cedar Chest.
That box, that I received for my High School graduation, has some of my oldest treasures in it. I didn't find the pass I was looking for, but I found something else that brings me way back to 1974, when my family drove across the Country and visited (among other things) San Francisco. Since I just visited that lovely city by the bay, I decided to scan the memento from that trip.
I had it taped up on my bedroom wall for 5 years, until the day I moved out on my own. I don't remember where I bought it, but it speaks to me of an incredible city that I really loved visiting. The "hippie" vibe was definitely still around that town in the early 70's, with lots of hand made crafts for sale right on the sidewalks. My sister and I bought leather bracelets (which only remains in my memory, since I haven't seen it in decades). I remember buying it from a hippie with a display up at the top of Coit Tower. I lost it in Chula Vista a few days later and managed to recover it the next morning, as we left town.
The history of this postcard, I have no idea about. Except to know that its spirit from yesterday, is still just as powerful today...and thank God for that.
...but somewhere there is a San Francisco.
God, Angel you are killing me. Not that I am complaining, it just seem you are posting so many memories that I remember... yes I remember San Francisco, and I do remember the brackets which I agree I have no idea where it is. But I do agree with the postcard, and I do agree that it still true now more than ever. Its funny yesterday I was reading a MS Blog in which the writer was asking what were you doing to get your self "juice" up. I know what I do is read your blogs... Thank You Sister :-)
ReplyDeleteThat was one thing I always wished we did as kids. Thank God my Uncle moved to Virginia or else we would never have left New York, (well until we moved to Connecticut).
ReplyDeleteMom and Dad were always taking us to places in the East and loved seeing parts of America. That trip in 1974 was the big thing, that they had always dreamed of doing. As with so many dreams, it had quite a bit of drama, too. In Mom and Dad's case, having a tire die on the first day, and falling out of bed in Yellowstone, were the big ones.
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