Here’s the cover…..from John Vonderlin
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Created by June Morrall
Here’s the cover…..from John Vonderlin
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Creaturemag News – May
DIY show in Wakefield – Get invloved
Send us your zines. Send us your zines. Send us your zines. Send us your zines.
Temporary Art Space is an unfunded, artist-run project with a lifespan of six months, situated in the magnificent Grade 1 listed Piece Hall in Halifax and co-directed by Alice Bradshaw, Bob Milner, Tom Senior, Kevin Boniface & Georgia Boniface.
Opportunities:
Temporary art space are doing a DIY show at the gallery in Wakefield.
They require zines and alike… DIY arty stuff….etc.
Plus they are looking for people who “would like to make art live or to show old stuff”.
If you would like more info then please contact:
Or just send in your DIY stuff to:
Bob
6 Savile Drive
Horbury
WF4 6JP
Thanks a billion x
The Fete In Dalston – This Sunday
Get down to Cafe Oto on Sunday 10th May for the brilliant FETE. Creature has been along to a couple now, trust us if you like the DIY thing you will not be disappointed.
May 10th @ Cafe Oto
New Music Venue | 18 – 22 Ashwin St | Dalston | London | E8 3DL
12pm – 4pm
FREE
Isn’t this a fascinating document? Was the statute built?
Mr. Carlos Almeida
Supreme Secretary-Treasurer
U.P.E.C.
1120 East 14th St.
San Leandro, Calif.
Dear Sir and Bro.:
Thanks for mailing me your receipt for the donation of $100.00 to the Statute of Immigration Project, and again I repeat that I appreciate very much the opportunity in having myself become known as at least the son of an immigrant that did his part in developing the agricultural industry and economy of our state.
This also goes, in my behalf, to all of our other immigrants, and particularly to those Portuguese pioneers of Half Moon Bay, whose picture I left at your office last week, and whose names of those that I had the great privilege of knowing personally, are as follows:
(I don’t have the photo, sorry, but here are the names)
From right to left, and starting in with the first or front row: Jose Furtado, George Williams, Manual V. Nunes, John A. Bettencourt, Manuel S. Bettencourt, Candido Fernandes, Francisco Gomes
Second Row: John Lopez, Antonio Coelho, ?, Jose E. Cunha, ? and ?, Jose A. Fernandez, Joaquin Santos, Manuel Perfilho, Manuel Gaudencio
Third Row: Antonio Borreco, Munuel A. Cunha ? and ? Jose Trombas ? and ? , Jose Isidorio, Manuel Simao
Fourth Row: Benjamin Cunha, Jose Lisboa, Francisco M. Victorino, Jose Hel3nha 😕 and ? Manuel F. Cunah
Fifth Row: F.E. Pimentel, Josquin Bernardo ? and ? John Praeder, Jose V. Azevedo
FOR MORE INFO PLEASE CALL 650 726 3025
BE THERE!!!!!
790 MAIN ST., HMB
Story from John Vonderlin
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Hi June,
You are cordially invited to our Grand Opening on May 30, 2-5 p.m. (or any time, actually). Attached is the invite that we are sending out; Spring Mountain is also celebrating 30 years of business. We’re not sure what attendance will be like, but figured that it is one way of letting folks know that we are here. We’re trying to keep the fare simple – like us – nuts, chips & salsa, cheese, wine, Martinelli’s, nothing fancy. In other words, within our budget! Everyone also gets a free postcard. Now don’t you know that will draw the crowds! :))
Take care,
Deb
Story from John Vonderlin
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Mission Dolores/:Pomponio Storu
[Image: Vasquez and Miramontes can tell you of the struggles of the fathers with the Indians and the last days of Dolores, under the Spanish rule, for they were a part of the generation that passed from the mission then and of the generation that lies dead and unknown to us now. Would that you might have heard the e of the Pablo Vasquez as he told the story in the little hotel in Half Moon Bay while the other, the Don Pablo Vasquez, son of Jose Tiburcio Vasquez, was majordomo of the mission, is 20 years younger.
This is the excerpt from the Jan. 2nd 1910 issue
of the “San Francisco Call,” that refers to Pomponio.
It is in a lengthy article about the two survivors who
had trod the ground of the Mission Dolores, before
it was secularized in 1843 . The two survivors, Mira-
montes and Vasquez, have a lot of interesting
things to relate, though some of their memories
seem to differ from historical accounts. There are a
few other references to the HMB area I’ll dig out and
send soon. Enjoy. John
One name remains to us in history to
tell of an instance when the fathers
made the mistake of capturing a savage
who was in years beyond the age for
peaceful subjection. Then Pablo Vas –
quez shook his head when he mentioned
the great Pomponio, and indicating
with his thumb the location of a valley
in the hills back of Half Moon, he re –
marked in his gentle English.
“Pomponio, my father knew him;
they say he killed many and there is a
canyon yonder that bears his name.”
Pomponio was the cause of many wild
nights in the settlement, for every so
often, he broke from the watchful fath –
ers and returned to his
comrades, mustering them into maraud –
ing bands that would swoop down in
the dark upon the cluster of adobes that
sought shelter in the shadow of Do –
lores, where, amid havoc and massacre,
they would ransack the dwellings and
flee to the safety of their lairs in the
hills. More often they would creep
stealthily into the settlement in the
early hours of the morning, and make
away with the corraled horses while
the padres slept. This practice became
so prevalent that the wily fathers con –
ceived the idea of tying a bell to the
neck of the mare in each corral that
they might be alarmed when the thiev –
ery was in progress. This custom was
generally adopted in later years and
even today the: Spaniards of the penin –
sula refer to the “bell mare.”
Even after this precaution, the padres were
frequently crestfallen, to awaken, and
discover, their corrals empty. The In-
dians, quick to adapt themselves to
new conditions, employed every caution
in approaching the inclosures. One of
their number would quietly capture the
“bell mare,” deftly remove the bell and
tinkle it occasionally to reassure the
padres, while the remainder of the
party filed out of the rear of the corral
with the horses.
Dad was Auntie Edith’s brother
. I always thought Dad was a cool guy.
Auntie Edith kept this “sexy” photo in her wallet and when we went to lunch she’d pull it out and show it to me…..again and again….I never tired to looking at it. She always wanted to be a dancer, she told me when she was 91. Ever the fairy princess, that’s me, I thought well, start now at age 91. Bad advice.
Update: I received many emails about my dear Aunt Edith’s pretty legs! If only she had lived long enough to read them herself.
(Image: When Edith was growing up, she lived in this pretty apartment house on Milastrasse, now a landmark because it was originally built by a well known beer mfg. She lived on the top floor in a room called “the Winter Garden.”
Her photo, of course, was small in size. I made the larger version on the Canon printer I smashed to bits after my partner’s death. Some people do that. They break everything; it just releases a lot of pain. So I don’t have a photo printer at the moment. But I do have Auntie Edith’s photo, which is better anyway.
She, like me, could have been living in Berlin, her native home, until war moved her to exotic places she had surely never even dreamed of. Her husband, whom I never met, died a terrible death and she remained a lifelong widow and great mom and grandmom and even a great-grandmom. I always felt a closeness to Edith, and I will miss her..
She passed away in her late 90s recently, but I was so involved with Burt”a final weeks, that I couldn’t do anything else. No multi-tasking for me. I was focussed on Burt, and that was it.
To Aunt Edith and her family: I am so sorry. Aunt Edith was born in 1910, so you can imagine what her eyes saw. She, like my mom and dad, felt held back by their accents that they just couldn’t get rid of, and, just like today, limited her possibilities. But, with me, she felt so fear, and spoke in English to me, which surprised her daughter who always spoke German to her, believing she understood that language the best.
The shot of Aunt Edith was taken at Ocean Beach, I’d say in the early 1950s. For many years she and her mom (my Oma on my dad’s side) lived in the Richmond District near Golden Gate Park. I love visiting them because Oma and Edith would gently rub my arms until I fell asleep. I did the same with Burt, and he, just like me, loved being touched in that way.
(Image is of me with John O’Toole. I remember feeling relieved that he asked me. At the time it was important to have a date and I didn’t often have dates. Lucked out for the Junior Prom at Lincoln High. These days the the juniors go stag—now, that sounds much better!)
That’s us, John and June. We weren’t girlfriend and boyfriend but he was a very nice guy. I wish I could remember more about where we went to dinner–maybe Alfreds, that was a popular prom venue then.