I received a most exciting email from Robin of The Violet Hour blog. I had mentioned to her that I once lived in San Francisco at 1146 Taylor on Nob Hill and Robin was passing by there the other day and took this photo.!!!!!!
I've been asking friends who travel to SF for years to take a photo if they could, but this is the first one I've actually received, and that was without asking. Thank you Robin. You made my day and inspired my memories.
I think they spruced up the doorway since then. I lived there in 1967 with my college friend S. We came out from Ohio, where I went to college and S. was born. We paid $75/month for a two room apartment, kitchen, bathroom and a living room that served as a bedroom.
In the living room wall was a Murphy bed door with no bed inside. We slept on the floor in sleeping bags. We picked up a wooden crate from a Chinatown sidewalk for a table. When we arrived we bought bouquets of flowers from the street vendor and gave them to all the apartment residents. I wonder if they thought we were nuts?
Downstairs lived a couple of guys who sang in the SF Opera. Across the hall lived a guy who's kitchen was so full of boxes you couldnt cook in it. He grew cute little plants on his window sill. He kept winking about these plants. Much later we understood why.
If we stood on the window sill, we could see the Bay Bridge. Next door was a cute little restaurant that looked like it hadnt been updated since the '40's. A trolley car stop was nearby.
What a blast all this was. I walked up and down the hills with my sketchpad, drawing. Meeting people. Stopping in at City Lights Bookstore. Hanging out in Golden Gate Park. Walking around in The Haight. At the Coffee Gallery in North Beach I met the man who became my husband. It was an energy filled time.
As many of you know I now live in New Hampshire. Today, M. Heart posted this video rap/musical about NH. Click here to see it. It's a hoot. And it almost makes me want to stay here.