I kinda got off track on my life story. I want to write the memories I do have of our lives in SF. I don't remember all that much..but there is still a few memories. One memory is when we went to the hospital to pick up mom and our new baby sister, Emily. We were in an older 1940's car. We hadn't bought our 52 Plymouth yet. I remember Judy and I were so excited to see our new sister that we were pushing on each other to get a better view. All of a sudden--boom-- the door opened and I fell out of the car. I only remember falling out of the car... I don't remember going to the hospital (if I did) or anything else.
Another memory of our life in SF we Halloween in (probably) 1953 or possibly 1954. [do the math--I was only 4 or 5]. I remember Don, Judy, JoAnn and I going out with our pillow cases to Trick or Treat. We had gone all over Hunters Point and had quite a stash of candy. We were walking uphill towards our home when a larger than us, black boy (I'm sure now that he was OJ Simpson--he did live there during that time] came out and told us to give him our candy or he'd beat us all up. Mind you... we may have lived in Hunters Point--but we were really pretty soft kids. None of us were tough kids back then. We gave OJ our candy and went home very unhappy kids.
I remember Dad telling us we were going to move. Now, mind you, my dad never did anything very quickly...and finding a new home was one of those occassions that he took his time. I remember driving South of SF, near the coast and looking at home. I loved that area, but it just wasn't what dad wanted. I remember looking at the new homes in Novato... Monte Maria. Dad loved the house at the very end of the tract... with a beautiful meadow behind the house. We were all thrilled when dad chose that house. It was so exciting when we moved to Novato into a real house.
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