My father's mother was a child when the 1906 San Francisco earthquake and fire struck. Here, my mother talks a little bit about how it had been for my grandmother as a child.
Sunday, December 4, 2005
My great-grandfather (who died when my mother was a baby) was apparently quite an interesting man. A one-legged man who had walked across the country, taught school, married 3 times, was a reporter and later editor of the Santa Rosa newspaper. I sat down with my mother over Thanksgiving and talked to her a bit about my great-grandfather, who died in 1920.