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Nancy, the fisherwoman, cleans and fillets fish. I don’t recall who the Deacon belonged to. Do you?
Here’s the old video.
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Fayden Holmboe says: don’t recognize the boat however the trailer it was launched on was Larry Fortado’s who still buys fish in Princeton.
We were heading west on Hwy 92 around 4 this afternoon, and we were getting close to Skyline, when we noticed a string of parked cars, and then a curious crowd of people looking over the edge into the canyon. Further west, we saw people parked in the lot on Skyline, arms crossed, looking downward.
The “weather & traffic together” channel was on the radio but no news of what must have been a horrific accident. Apparently we arrived just moments after the crash, and we wondered: “Is there a car down there in the canyon? Or maybe something bigger, a trailor? A bus?” We talked about the vehicles but what we really meant was, Who was in the car? Who’s down there? Are they okay?
There were no police or ambulances on the scene yet. But they were on the way; we saw the first ambulance half down the hill near Lombardi Spring. Fifteen minutes later we arrived home and the sirens of fire trucks and police made us wonder again, what had happened on Hwy 92?
Architect/artist Doug Snow penciled the likenesses of guests at Linda Montalto Patterson’s Art Opening. Moon News Bookstore in Half Moon Bay hosted the evening “soiree”.
Below: Doug Snow; classical guitarist Richard Patterson; Burt Blumert; images of various guests.
Giant Bird of Paradise in my garden reaches for the blue sky.
If you haven’t read it, here’s the link to “The Three Richards,” click here
New to me: Richard’s got a new gypsy wagon.
“Half Moon Bay Californai Retailer Attempts To Build A Merchandising Empire”
“The Buffalo Shirt Company opened its doors sometime in March 1980. It is this reporter’s opinion that the owner
is a little crazy even if he does know good merchandise. The following is an excerpt from an interview I had with the owner not long ago. I had asked him the question, ‘What kind of store is this?’ And following is his answer, but it is so lengthy that I decided to title the answer
“(WHAT IS) AN ANACHRONISM?
“Not long ago, a gentleman was by the store. He looked all through the place, really studied it, kinda like an art student touring the Smithsonian. When he’d finished his tour of the store, he walked up to the divider door, looked into the back where I was working on a new bag design (and try to do it without joining my fingers with stiches) and he asked what I was doing back there. I explained that we make all of our own canvas products. Some right on the premises and others in friends’ homes.
“Ah, a cottage industry,” he remarked, and I agreed. He wondered why I had done it that way instead of going to a big contractor over the hill where I could probably have the made for less. I went on to explain how I and others working with me took pride in making a first quality product. One we could be proud to put our Coastside Creations label on. I also went on to tell him how we guarantee all of our products against ripping out where we had sewn the together and that we were so sure of our quality we made that guaranteed good for a lifetime. He kinda shook his head, curled his lips into a smile and mumbled something that sounded like, ‘that’s anachronistic.’ I wasn’t sure what he said or what it meant if he said what I thought he’s said so I continued to babble on.
Then he asked if we made the other items displayed in the store. I replied that once in a while I would get real ambitious and do some shape designing on a few western hats. But good hats were hard to come by and I didn’t use anything but 5X beaver hats and even when I could get them it takes so long for me to get one designed that I am usually sold out with people waiting. Then I told him that the rest of the items in the store were purchased by me from other manufacturers and we looked all over for the best we could find and that often we were able to offer the item at exceptional prices….”
During Prohibition and afterward, the Half Moon Bay crowd often visited the Purisima House for an evening of drinks and dancing.
(Photo courtesy Spanishtown Historical Society)
(This following document relates to the 1931 consideration of the Cassinelli Ranch, south of Half Moon Bay, as a site for the San Francisco County Jail.)
Notice of Appropriation
John F. Johnston
Dated June 14, 1912
Vol. 1, Water Rights, 62.
RECITES; Notice is hereby given by the undersigned John F. Johnston, that under and pursuant to the provisions of the Civil Code of the State of California, and as provided by law, he intends to, and does hereby,
I. Appropriate and claim the waters flowing, and to flow in that certain creek situated in the County of San Mateo, State of California, and commonly known as and called the “Arroyo Leon”, extending and flowing through the lands of the undersigned hereinafter mentioned, to the extent of 60 miners inches measured under a 4 inch pressure.
II That the purposes for which he so appropriates and claims said water are, for domestic use, the watering of livestock and animals and irrigating the lands hereinafter mentioned, and by and through such irrigation to promote the better raising and increased production of vegetables, grain and fruits.
III That the place of intended use of said water so appropriated and claimed is on those certain pieces or parcels of land situate in the County of San Mateo, State of California, and bounded as follows, to-wit:
1st. Lots Nos. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6k, 7, 8, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, and 35 of the Johnston Ranch, San Mateo Co., survey by J.J. Cloud Co., Surveyor, April, 1879, and which said map was filed in the office of the recorder of said county of San Mateo, January 25, 1885, and to which reference is hereby made a part hereof for greater certainty.
2nd. And after such use, first, and on said first described parcel of land, then any remainder of said water to be so used on that certain tract of land bounded on the north by the lands of Antone S. Cardoza; on the east by the said Arroyo Leon and the lands of the undersigned John F. Johnston, on the South by the County road from Higgins to the main county road from Half Moon Bay to Purissima, and on the West by said main county raid from Half Moon Bay to Purissima.
IV. That the means by which he intends to divert and appropriate said water of and from said creek is by a dam made, placed and maintained across said creek and a flume extending into the water above such dam, and thence through and across said dam and down the course of said creek on to the lands where said water is to be used as hereinbefore set forth, and that the size of such flume is and will be 12 inches in width and 11 inches in height or depth, and that said dam will be so made and placed across said creek at a point 960 feet distant, running and measured down and along the center of the channel of said creek, from that certain point where the dividing line between lots Nos. 28 and 29 as laid down and delineated on said map, intersects the center line of said creek (said lot No. 28 being known as the Pimental Tract and said lot No. 29 being the property of the undersigned.
Signed John F. Johnston
Acknowledged at the County of San Mateo, State of California, June 14, 1912 by John F. Johnston, before Lee T. Rose, Notary Public in and for the County of San Mateo, State of California.
“The name Millie didn’t suit this grey tortoiseshell at all. There was something French about her, something about the way she sashayed about and looked at us over her shoulder.”
Jubilate Mimi
The English poet Christopher Smart, confined to an English madhouse in the 18th century, wrote about his cat Jeoffry in his “Jubilate Agno”, an ode to the Divine found in the natural world.
A busy music studio in Montara is far away in time and space from Bedlam in the 1700s, but a Montara cat named Mimi seems to consider keeping peace and order her primary job. It was not always so.
The San Francisco SPCA Maddie Center, where we first met Mimi, is a testament to the generosity of animal lovers. Individual air-conditioned light-flooded pet apartments have climbing trees, carpeted towers, videos of birds and fish, running water and fresh plants. The animals have social workers.
In fact, most of the cats at the Maddie Center are so comfortable that they seem to have little interest going anywhere else. Mimi, then called Millie, had only recently come to the shelter and did not yet consider it home.
She had been moved to San Francisco from a Sonoma facility at the age of seven months. She was born September 3, 1998, and was adopted by us on April 2, 1999 after we filled out questionnaires, submitted to an interview, signed papers, proved that we had a home, and paid $35.38 in fees. The Maddie Center employees informed us that they followed up on adoptions and would reclaim the animal if terms of the adoption were not met.
The name Millie didn’t suit this grey tortoiseshell at all. There was something French about her, something about the way she sashayed about and looked at us over her shoulder. We wanted to give her the French name, Solange, but the music students couldn’t pronounce it. Since French cat owners call “Mi-mi-mi” instead of “Here, Kitty-kitty”, she became Mimi.
At first, she was a daredevil, climbing up to the roof, refusing to come down, scaling one of our 80-foot-tall cypress trees. She would not drink water from a bowl, she often bit the hand that fed her; she would not sit in a lap or come when called. The sound of the cello drove her insane, and she would jump from table to chair to piano to stereo until the music stopped or she was evicted. The sound of a violin would send her straight to the door. In a twelve-by-eighteen-foot studio with a grand piano, a
bounding cat was impossible to ignore.
However, Mimi had two redeeming qualities. She was beautiful, and she loved children. Like Christopher Smart’s Jeoffry, Mimi became “an instrument for the children to learn benevolence upon.” When music students showed up for their lessons, Mimi would greet them at the door and escort them to the piano, rubbing their legs as they walked.
Over time, she acquired other virtues. Jeoffry, Christopher Smart said, was docile and could learn certain things. ”For he can set up with gravity which is patience upon approbation.” Over time, Mimi learned to tolerate and even like the music in her new home. She would take her place atop the piano and listen attentively, sometimes commenting on the performances with an appreciative Meow. She learned to purr.
She began to like even the violin and once made a fool of herself over the Bach double violin concerto, weaving between the legs of the teenaged players, climbing on the piano bench, rubbing her face on the music score. The anxious performers discovered that it is difficult to be nervous when you are laughing.
Singers, rehearsing, have sung to Mimi as she gazes into their faces from her perch. Although she isn’t allowed to nap in the cello case, she now sleeps through most cello music. She allows small children to use her as a pillow.
Smart’s Jeoffry would “not do destruction, if he is well-fed, neither will he spit without provocation.” Although she is fed exclusively on weight-control kibble, Mimi has clearly outgrown her tree-climbing days. Now that she weighs 20 pounds, confrontations with other cats are out of the question: They stay well away from the giant kitty, even though she seems wistful as she watches them.
Since her only companions are humans, Mimi has taken on some human characteristics. She answers when spoken to. She almost always comes when called. She will sit politely at the dinner table without begging. She kisses. But like Jeoffrey, her best trait is that she can “tread to all the measures upon the music.”
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Montara musician and author Michaele Benedict’s new book is called “Searching for Anna,” To learn more and to buy the book, click here
But I picked up this beautiful pink rose bush.
Blue Sky Farms Nursery on Highway 1 in Miramar is open. I watched the rustic building go up, as all of you did, too, The cafe inside will be serving soon, give it two or so more weeks. Owners Sally and Ken Coverdell are waiting for someone very special to prepare the menu items. Wait ’til you see the appliances….big shiny new refrigerator and stove. Classy. Everything is first rate.
Outside there’s a nice selection of plants, many of them California natives, but Sally Coverdell is not a “purist,” so there’s a choice of other flowers. When I visited, there were blueberries, almost ripe enough to pick.
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