Reads: “Rust Never Sleeps”….”Young & Crazy”……
You Gotta Put Casino Royale On Your List…
if only to see the new blue-eyed, absolutely gorgeous super 21st century James Bond who can fake feelings and humor–even create eye creases when he’s laughing–but believe me, he is the coldest M16 killer yet. Makes Showtime’s serial killer, Dexter, look like a flake. On the other hand, Dexter could take care of Bond’s leftovers.
Photo: Do you remember the old Bond movie of the same name? The spoof with Woody Allen? This sexy photo of Daniel Craig, the new Bond, posing in the sparkling green sea reminds me of a similar shot of the lusty Ursula Andress who also starred in the film–or was it another movie?
The Memories of Ralph Feusier, Part IV
Photo: Shipwreck of the New York, March 1898.
The Coastside of the 1880s was a place defined by legend and lore, of wild bears, colorful rancheros and mountains that reminded some of the recent Italian immigrants from the old country.
But the most popular legends were those surrounding the shipwrecks, unfortunate vessels–that due to fog and poor technology lost their way, often crashing on the jagged rocks. These disasters brought the community together. There was a system in place for alerting the locals, providing medical help and unbounded hospitality to survivors….as well as the always profitably salvage operations that redistributed the ship’s assests to the locals.
Horace Nelson had romanticized about being part of an exciting rescue and salvage shipwreck operation. He had married well–and was respected as a successful cattle rancher when, March 1898, his wish came true and the famous iron vessel “New York” was stranded on the beach at Half Moon Bay. This ill-fated ship carried a full cargo from China, including silks, cloisonne, firecrackers, rice and tea–perhaps providing locals with the biggest salvage operation ever.
It seemed fitting that Horace Nelson salvage the “New York’s” bell, placing the magnificent symbol among his beloved dahlias and artichokes in the front yard of the his Victorian house on Main Street for all to see.
…To Be Continued…
Randy Allen Like His Coastside “Wild and wooly”

“Good to see you have a website. I used to have some friends that lived in Montara and coming from Sacramento to visit them was quite enjoyable. I fell in love with the mystique of that area and even though it is much more commercialized now I have always imagined what it would have been like living there in the “wild and wooly” days. I was given a copy of your book “Half Moon Bay Memories” and even though I have owned it for many years I still enjoy the stories and could probably quote a lot of them. Anyway just thought I would pass along my appreciation for your work.”
Doesn’t this email sound like it has a deep voice? That’s what I hear.
My Readers Stand On Rocks….
The Memories of Ralph Feusier, Part III
Photos: When they were young L-R: Josiah, David and Silas Locke. The Josiah Locke family lived in a home on Purissima Canyon Road–known as the Locke/Nelson Ranch. And [below] when they were old.
Originally from New Hampshire, [Ralph Feusier’s Uncle] Horace Nelson was in his 20s when he traveled to San Francisco in the 1870s. He worked at the John Ray Dairy for five years and somewhere along the way met flour mill Superintendent Josiah Locke.
This encounter changed Horace’s life. He met and fell in love with [Ralph Feusier’s Great Aunt] Flo, Josiah’s daughter and the couple were married at the Locke’s Grove Street, San Francisco home in 1883.
The newspaper listed the many guests–including Flo’s sister, Emily, and brother, also called Horace–as well as the Farnsworths, their Purissima canyon neighbors. Also present were Uncles Silas and David.
….To Be Continued…
The Memories of Ralph Feusier, Part II
Photo: Ralph Feusier’s Uncle Horace Nelson headed up the Bank of Half Moon Bay, the building at right.
When Ralph Feusier visited the Coastside in 1993, he was a retired insurance executive emeritus residing in Massachusetts.
âI came to Half Moon Bay to find the Nelson house,â? he told me. âI was terribly disappointed when I didnât see it.â? He never dreamed that the Victorian would be hard to find but he couldnât recognize the house where he had spent happy summers as a child.
âThe Nelsonâs Victorian stood on two acres and there was a chicken house,â? Ralph said. âWe used to throw rotten eggs at the barn. Aunt Flo was wonderful, very intelligent. She wore long dresses and black pince-nez glasses.â?
As a little boy, Ralph looked up with wonder as Uncle Horace trimmed his magnificent walrus mustache. By then Horace was retired and enjoyed growing artichokes and tending to his prize-winning dahlias. âPeople came from all over to photograph the flowers,â? Ralph remembered.
{Note: I sent him to Katherine Valentine, daughter of Judge John Pitcher, and she not only helped Ralph find the houseâshe knew his relatives].
First time around Ralph didnât find the house but his memories of Half Moon Bay remained fresh– like the walk from the Victorian house to the beach, the street lined with eucalyptus trees on both sides.
âI could walk from the Nelson house to the grammar school, a two-story wooden building with a tower,â? Ralph said. He still visualized Carrie, the Nelsonâs housekeeper and the beautiful handmade dish- towels that were sold at the townâs historic Methodist Church a few steps away.
Ralph Feusierâs link to the Nelson family was through his descendents, the Josiah Lockes. Josiah Locke was the superintendent of the big Golden Gate Four Mill in San Francisco and the father of three children, Flo, Emily and Horace.
During the Gold Rush, Josiahâs famous brother, David, devised a novel way of carrying water in carts to thirsty San Franciscoâlater he built a pipeline that delivered water to the ships tied up in the harbor.
The Josiah Lockes were early Coastside commuters, maintaining two homes, one on Grove Street in San Francisco and the other in the remote Purissima Canyon, south of Half Moon Bay. Great Aunt Flo was born there in 1860.
â¦To Be Continuedâ¦.
The Memories of Ralph Feusier, Part I
Twice I met and talked with Ralph Feusier, a wickedly funny East Coast Insurance executive who flew west to Half Moon Bay to re-visit his past.
One of my self-defined jobs is to find someone in town who could provide Ralph (or anyone else) with connections, who might know or remember his relatives.
Over the years I have learned that while the âlocal historianâ? may benefit from these visits, gaining new information & the always- coveted photographsâthere is also a deeply sad side to these visits. Frequently, people go back in time to recapture a magic time from their childhood– when they are old and feel death stalking them.
Ralph Feusier was six-years-old in 1930– and his magical year was spent in a two-story Victorian house on Main Street in Half Moon Bay. The house was filled with wonderful characters, his relatives, the Nelsons, âGreat Auntâ? Flo, Uncle Horaceâand Carrie, the âtalentedâ? housekeeper and seamstress.
The Nelsons were not ordinary folks. They had long been recognized as leaders in the close-knit Coastside community.
âUncle Horace was president of the Half Moon Bank and the water works,â? Ralph proudly told me. Horace was also known for his civic contributions as a school trustee, a responsibility he held for nearly two decades.
More importantly, Horace Nelson owned a successful cattle ranch in the Purissima canyon, south of Half Moon Bay.
Some of Ralphâs memories were blurred but he remembered visiting the historic ranch in 1930. There was a little covered bridge that impressed him greatly. He was convinced that his Uncle Horace, an accomplished craftsman, had helped build the bridge.
Photo: “A Happy Day Beach Picnic at Half Moon Bay, 1928”: L-R: Unknown woman, Aunt Flo, Carrie, Ralph’s mom, Emma, Ralph and his brother Edward.
â¦.To Be Continuedâ¦
Party-Party
New Story From Fayden Holmboe: HOW I SOLD THE WHISKEY STILL TO THE DISTILLERY IN 1977
In 1977 I had a small cabinet shop in El Granada, and built a lot of signs and things for Carolyn Wood, a graphic artist. Carolyn was doing the menus, and designing the big sign out on Hwy 1 for what was going to be called “the Distillery” but had been the Galway Bay Inn for years.
This guy Paul had purchased the restaurant and in talking with Carolyn, he found out I had knowledge of an old whiskey still’s location. The old postmaster of the El Granada Post office’s grandfather (as the story was told me) had buried the original still from this restaurant behind a barn somewhere in Half Moon Bay during prohibition. It was supposed to still be there.
Carolyn came by my shop, and introduced me to Paul. Paul let me know–with his southern California attitude showing– that he was going to get this original still buried behind the barn. It truly left me scratching my head wondering why he came by to meet me just to tell me this but whatever! He made it very clear he did not need mine!
In Burlingame was (as far as I know) the first mini storage place on the peninsula named “U Stor It” run by a friend of mine named Mark. This was a warehouse with lots of plywood cubicles and mesh wire composition built the entire area for two stories except for the office, and a driveway from the front to the back. Along this driveway people were allowed to sell things if they had a box there, and this is where the whiskey still sat. $85.00 said the piece of binder paper taped to it.
A couple of weeks later Carolyn Wood called me up and said Paul could not find the whiskey still buried and so was interested in mine. He came over to my shop and started going on (very wired dude) about how he had found a still for $800.00 but it wasn’t in very good shape. I agreed to show him the one I knew about and told him the location. As soon as he left I called Mark, and told him to put a price tag on it for $800.00. Mark did it one better, he brought it into the office, put a sheet under it on a table, wrote a full typed page of its history and placed it neatly to the side of this giant metal tea pot with a straw.
When Paul arrived with Carolyn (I wasn’t far behind in my car) he was elated going on about how much better this one was than the other for $800.00 and in so much better shape!
$800.00 was a whole lot of money to us back in 1977 so you will never know how gleeful we were when Paul said he wanted it!
He started dealing out the hundred dollar bills, put the still in the car, drove away happy while Mark and I deducted the $85.00 we owed the original owner and split the rest……….. I always feel I can afford to eat at the Moss Beach Distillery!
I guess Paul took the whiskey still with him when he moved away but this is truly how the Distillery got its still!