For some reason we just had to
visit my grandparents. Dad hadn't been
there for many years, and Evelyn had never seen the place. Actually,
she
had never been anywhere in the Bay Area, but she was willing to be
shown
almost anything. Coming back here was sort of a spiritual journey for
me,
as it always is.
One thing about the cemetery, it
has a great view of the bay, even on
foggy days like that one.
After lunch we wandered around
Berkeley. I was surprised to find out
that before he joined up in WW II, my Dad shared an apartment with his
parents
in this building near the corner of Dwight & Telegraph. We couldn't
figure
out which one because they lock the building now, but he seems to
remember
living in one of the twenty-something apartments.
I'm told this is
where the free speech movement started, back in the
days when they were looking for a way to fight the Vietnam War. I'm
hoping
it's good luck to have your picture taken here with one of the less
heralded
names of that time.
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