Been sitting in front of the computer screen thinking about San Francisco and humming that song - "I left my heart in San Francisco high above the bay"
I will always remember the first time I walked through Union Square there were pigeons everywhere and an elderly man sitting on a park bench was feeding them bread, they were flying in from all the buildings around the square and it was amazing to watch. (There is that word again 'amazing') seem to use it all the time but it is the best descriptive word I can think of
We were standing opposite I Magnum looking towards Blums and the Macy's entrance it will always been etched in my mind as the sun was warm and inviting the pigeons by this stage had settled on the ground and everyone seemed happy, now at 8 years old everyone does seem happy or just bad, one or the other nothing in between. I will mention here that we had walked out of our hotel in Geary Street and gone across the crossing - I have always had a fear of crossing roads (even now) from the accident my confidence has always been nil where it comes to streets, especially busy ones. You should see me taking off across Ponsonby Road here in Auckland - bit deep breath and then I launch out like a maniac and being a lady don't run, but go at a great rate of knots to get to the other side as soon as possible.....lol
Mum and I must have walked hundreds of thousands of miles in our years away from New Zealand but we walked most of all in San Francisco and London. S.F. was wonderful to walk around and also there was the added bonus of the cable cars going up the hills, God they are steep and the one's without steps are just bloody
Used to love driving in Fred's car going down with the pitch of the road and then the cross section one which is flat and then down again the car seemed to launch out over the edge and then fall down at a great rate which was almost I might surmise the same as a G force in a plane
Now close to us at the Franciscan was Woolworths on the corner of Powell and Market on the harbour side (sorri harbor)... we used to go their first as they sold I think what you call bear claws - pastry with an orange glaze they were absolutely wonderful - my mouth is watering as I'm typing....Oh they were huge so we used to only get one (can't remember how much they were though) but I can remember the taste...awesome!!!
In the walk down from Geary to Market on the left side of the street was a cigar making shop with a guy working in a window - half open - a hot sugar and peanut making shop (trying to remember the name of the candy) mmm - Oh got it peanut brittle - a steak house (that I still covet to this day) and then Woolies.... Of course this was a daily tour/routine and then we would out of the donut area and launch into Market Street. Usually turning left and walk down to a large Hotel on the other side of the road about 3 blocks down. Can't remember the name to type it here but it was the hotel with the Russian Tea Room in it. What a place....full of palms and lovely white linen and smelt of warm toast
We would walk down as far as we could looking into the windows and then come back and have a hot chocolate for me and a coffee for Mum, we didn't have much money so only had the 'tea' about once every two months
Then back up to Joseph Magnum on the corner in Market Street and (?) one I don't remember the name of....City of Paris was on the top corner opposite the square, we used to get up the ire of the policeman sitting on the top of an awning with a loud hailer and he would spew forth would the woman and the girl not jay walk - use the crossing.......he did this every day as my Mother wasn't going to do anything she didn't want to....lol Wow into Joseph Magnum's shoe department - this is where I would cringe - there was a guy who worked there (probably about mid 30's) who wore a brown suit - will never ever forget him - he smelt funny and would be very good at fitting mother's shoes and then he would turn to me and smile - now I haven't ever seen this smile since and he would put his hands on the back of my calves and give me the total sh....ts....... and mumble things like you are nearly old enough to be my wife....Now let me say here that my mum was sitting right next to me and she was so focused on her own feet and shoes that she Never Ever Hear this guy....I used to have a panic attack every time we went in there, which was about once a week. Do you think she would listen to me I tried to tell her as best I could how I felt but she totally disregarded me and for this I am not a happy camper....he every now and then he comes into a nightmare and I can feel the creepy hands on my legs...ewwwwww.....eewwwww....... and I still haven't worked out after all these years what he smelt of....mmmmmm eewwwww again.....!!!!!! ug and men in brown suits should just disappear off the face of the earth...the hairs on my neck are now up like a cats!!!
Sundays were special we would go to the top restaurant in the Sir Francis Drake and the chefs used to cook eggs 'over easy' right there in front of you what a sight this little pan full of butter with two eggs bubbling Oh just bliss - then the view was pretty damn good as well and always busy - we went about 10 a.m. and to this day I still get hungry around that time and as its morning tea here, I eat - often an egg poached (better for me) on a crumpet...see the programming is so in there
Then off up the hill via the cable car to The Fairmont and the other one on the other corner - which had a Scottish bar full of tartan in it...can't remember its name and I googled the other day and panned everywhere we used to walk it was AMAZING AMAZING AMAZING - except lots of things had changed well it is 52 years ago.....just a wee few years - nice to know that many things though are still the same. The wonderful restaurant under the Fairmont in California St. with the water/pool in the middle and dining all around it - wonder what its called, it is still there....kewl
Into the Fairmont all red and lovely carpets, very busy pattern on the floor though!!! We met Andy Williams one night whilst in the bar outside the conference room where he as singing omg - he was such a short guy and had makeup on....well he could sing like an angel though...lol didn't get his autograph he only stopped in the bar to have a glass of water before his show and mum said hello....ever so posh like and he looked at us (mother and daughter with hats on.....) and said where are you two from.....then we said New Zealand and he smiled and said maybe one day I'll go there - have to go singing now.....mmmmm kewl Used to watch him on t.v. heaps with the Osmond kids memories omg memories......now I have moon river going through my head....bugger!!!
Just had a thought - but its gone.....where the hell did it go...anyway, got it....most of this stuff I'm spewing can be verified probably on the net the dates Andy sang at the Fairmont in 1959....can't be bothered checking myself though
Now I remember the smell down at Fisherman's Wharf those crabs cooking in the big pots (do they still do that I wonder) and then we would go to Tarantinos and sit and eat crab with butter and it was ambrosic....would always have rocqufort (sp) dressing (blue cheese) on my salad actually more dressing than salad and I still eat salad the same way none of that yucky french stuff for me a good old fashioned mayo or (I make up a blue cheese dressing myself) for eating with my lettuce - has to be heart though and lots of pepper and tomatoes.....mmmm yummy. Have an old menu from Tarantinos and I look at it every now and then just for posterity's sake.
The Golden Gate park, what can I say - the Japanese Tea House the aquarium and the area outside where we watched lots of things over the years - ballet, shakespeare and music....during the day and at nights (thinking of that movie with the hispanic girl and blond dude) The Wedding Planner when they are in this area listening to music....omg it took me back. Then all the lovely old red buildings - can see them in my minds eye as I'm typing. For those of you who haven't been to S.F. google and have a ball and remember me......and my mum we walked every inch of the place....wouldn't go on the bus see other blog.....made me angry
Mother went out one night (without me cry cry cry) only time she didn't take me in S.F. I stayed with the consulate general's wife - she went to Bimbo's 365 club and saw Gypsy Rose Lee....sorry I missed it but was far too young - a couple of friends from New Zealand were in S.F. and they had a dinner party there have the photograph of the night....Johnny Cave his wife Elsie and about 10 other people.......hehe. Did have a menu but its gotten lost over these years.....gone bye a long time ago now
Getting a little tired its 1.31 a.m. so will have to make this a two parter but China Town - wow ordering chinese food by a number kewl and Trader Vic's think it is still there - remembered their Butterfly chicken with pineapple and that they had shrunken heads from New Zealand on their walls, which made us creep out but others not so much....they didn't have friends who were Maori, we did
Will go into across the Golden Gate to Ross etc. next blog and expand a little from downtown
Nice chatting with you - God I have a lot to say....and I can't believe I can remember so much, thank goodness I'm off the mental health drugs for the past 23 years or so I haven't remembered anything including if I had gone to the toilet or not....that is how much they suppressed my brain and body...well no more all gone g o n e gone
Night all
I will always remember the first time I walked through Union Square there were pigeons everywhere and an elderly man sitting on a park bench was feeding them bread, they were flying in from all the buildings around the square and it was amazing to watch. (There is that word again 'amazing') seem to use it all the time but it is the best descriptive word I can think of
We were standing opposite I Magnum looking towards Blums and the Macy's entrance it will always been etched in my mind as the sun was warm and inviting the pigeons by this stage had settled on the ground and everyone seemed happy, now at 8 years old everyone does seem happy or just bad, one or the other nothing in between. I will mention here that we had walked out of our hotel in Geary Street and gone across the crossing - I have always had a fear of crossing roads (even now) from the accident my confidence has always been nil where it comes to streets, especially busy ones. You should see me taking off across Ponsonby Road here in Auckland - bit deep breath and then I launch out like a maniac and being a lady don't run, but go at a great rate of knots to get to the other side as soon as possible.....lol
Mum and I must have walked hundreds of thousands of miles in our years away from New Zealand but we walked most of all in San Francisco and London. S.F. was wonderful to walk around and also there was the added bonus of the cable cars going up the hills, God they are steep and the one's without steps are just bloody
Used to love driving in Fred's car going down with the pitch of the road and then the cross section one which is flat and then down again the car seemed to launch out over the edge and then fall down at a great rate which was almost I might surmise the same as a G force in a plane
Now close to us at the Franciscan was Woolworths on the corner of Powell and Market on the harbour side (sorri harbor)... we used to go their first as they sold I think what you call bear claws - pastry with an orange glaze they were absolutely wonderful - my mouth is watering as I'm typing....Oh they were huge so we used to only get one (can't remember how much they were though) but I can remember the taste...awesome!!!
In the walk down from Geary to Market on the left side of the street was a cigar making shop with a guy working in a window - half open - a hot sugar and peanut making shop (trying to remember the name of the candy) mmm - Oh got it peanut brittle - a steak house (that I still covet to this day) and then Woolies.... Of course this was a daily tour/routine and then we would out of the donut area and launch into Market Street. Usually turning left and walk down to a large Hotel on the other side of the road about 3 blocks down. Can't remember the name to type it here but it was the hotel with the Russian Tea Room in it. What a place....full of palms and lovely white linen and smelt of warm toast
We would walk down as far as we could looking into the windows and then come back and have a hot chocolate for me and a coffee for Mum, we didn't have much money so only had the 'tea' about once every two months
Then back up to Joseph Magnum on the corner in Market Street and (?) one I don't remember the name of....City of Paris was on the top corner opposite the square, we used to get up the ire of the policeman sitting on the top of an awning with a loud hailer and he would spew forth would the woman and the girl not jay walk - use the crossing.......he did this every day as my Mother wasn't going to do anything she didn't want to....lol Wow into Joseph Magnum's shoe department - this is where I would cringe - there was a guy who worked there (probably about mid 30's) who wore a brown suit - will never ever forget him - he smelt funny and would be very good at fitting mother's shoes and then he would turn to me and smile - now I haven't ever seen this smile since and he would put his hands on the back of my calves and give me the total sh....ts....... and mumble things like you are nearly old enough to be my wife....Now let me say here that my mum was sitting right next to me and she was so focused on her own feet and shoes that she Never Ever Hear this guy....I used to have a panic attack every time we went in there, which was about once a week. Do you think she would listen to me I tried to tell her as best I could how I felt but she totally disregarded me and for this I am not a happy camper....he every now and then he comes into a nightmare and I can feel the creepy hands on my legs...ewwwwww.....eewwwww....... and I still haven't worked out after all these years what he smelt of....mmmmmm eewwwww again.....!!!!!! ug and men in brown suits should just disappear off the face of the earth...the hairs on my neck are now up like a cats!!!
Sundays were special we would go to the top restaurant in the Sir Francis Drake and the chefs used to cook eggs 'over easy' right there in front of you what a sight this little pan full of butter with two eggs bubbling Oh just bliss - then the view was pretty damn good as well and always busy - we went about 10 a.m. and to this day I still get hungry around that time and as its morning tea here, I eat - often an egg poached (better for me) on a crumpet...see the programming is so in there
Then off up the hill via the cable car to The Fairmont and the other one on the other corner - which had a Scottish bar full of tartan in it...can't remember its name and I googled the other day and panned everywhere we used to walk it was AMAZING AMAZING AMAZING - except lots of things had changed well it is 52 years ago.....just a wee few years - nice to know that many things though are still the same. The wonderful restaurant under the Fairmont in California St. with the water/pool in the middle and dining all around it - wonder what its called, it is still there....kewl
Into the Fairmont all red and lovely carpets, very busy pattern on the floor though!!! We met Andy Williams one night whilst in the bar outside the conference room where he as singing omg - he was such a short guy and had makeup on....well he could sing like an angel though...lol didn't get his autograph he only stopped in the bar to have a glass of water before his show and mum said hello....ever so posh like and he looked at us (mother and daughter with hats on.....) and said where are you two from.....then we said New Zealand and he smiled and said maybe one day I'll go there - have to go singing now.....mmmmm kewl Used to watch him on t.v. heaps with the Osmond kids memories omg memories......now I have moon river going through my head....bugger!!!
Just had a thought - but its gone.....where the hell did it go...anyway, got it....most of this stuff I'm spewing can be verified probably on the net the dates Andy sang at the Fairmont in 1959....can't be bothered checking myself though
Now I remember the smell down at Fisherman's Wharf those crabs cooking in the big pots (do they still do that I wonder) and then we would go to Tarantinos and sit and eat crab with butter and it was ambrosic....would always have rocqufort (sp) dressing (blue cheese) on my salad actually more dressing than salad and I still eat salad the same way none of that yucky french stuff for me a good old fashioned mayo or (I make up a blue cheese dressing myself) for eating with my lettuce - has to be heart though and lots of pepper and tomatoes.....mmmm yummy. Have an old menu from Tarantinos and I look at it every now and then just for posterity's sake.
The Golden Gate park, what can I say - the Japanese Tea House the aquarium and the area outside where we watched lots of things over the years - ballet, shakespeare and music....during the day and at nights (thinking of that movie with the hispanic girl and blond dude) The Wedding Planner when they are in this area listening to music....omg it took me back. Then all the lovely old red buildings - can see them in my minds eye as I'm typing. For those of you who haven't been to S.F. google and have a ball and remember me......and my mum we walked every inch of the place....wouldn't go on the bus see other blog.....made me angry
Mother went out one night (without me cry cry cry) only time she didn't take me in S.F. I stayed with the consulate general's wife - she went to Bimbo's 365 club and saw Gypsy Rose Lee....sorry I missed it but was far too young - a couple of friends from New Zealand were in S.F. and they had a dinner party there have the photograph of the night....Johnny Cave his wife Elsie and about 10 other people.......hehe. Did have a menu but its gotten lost over these years.....gone bye a long time ago now
Getting a little tired its 1.31 a.m. so will have to make this a two parter but China Town - wow ordering chinese food by a number kewl and Trader Vic's think it is still there - remembered their Butterfly chicken with pineapple and that they had shrunken heads from New Zealand on their walls, which made us creep out but others not so much....they didn't have friends who were Maori, we did
Will go into across the Golden Gate to Ross etc. next blog and expand a little from downtown
Nice chatting with you - God I have a lot to say....and I can't believe I can remember so much, thank goodness I'm off the mental health drugs for the past 23 years or so I haven't remembered anything including if I had gone to the toilet or not....that is how much they suppressed my brain and body...well no more all gone g o n e gone
Night all
