Vignettes of San Francisco eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 93 pages of information about Vignettes of San Francisco.

Vignettes of San Francisco eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 93 pages of information about Vignettes of San Francisco.

It is very beautiful too.  My, but I’ve seen fogs that were ugly, and heard the fisherman say “She’s pretty thick tonight.”  San Francisco fog is not like that, but like great billows of a bride’s veil.  Then in the morning when the sun comes it chases the bride and her veil out so fast, and they go out to sea together, sunshine and fog.

The other morning I awakened very early and there in the square of my window was a hard, black cube against a white background.  I lay there and blinked and wondered where that telephone pole had come from, which like Jack’s beanstalk, had grown there overnight.  Then I saw that the fog had shut out the whole world and brought that pole close, and made it seem big and formidable and ugly.

The fog makes some people lose their perspective, and for others it only wraps with a great kindness the whole world and blots out all ugliness.  But upon everyone, upon the just and unjust, this San Francisco fog lays its gentle hand lovingly and with an ineffable kindness.

A Block on Ashbury Heights

Sometimes in the afternoons when the mothers are out shopping and the youngsters have not yet returned from school our block looks so deserted and wind-swept and dull.  The houses are so much alike.  They all sit there in a row with their poker faces like close-mouthed Yankees refusing to divulge any secrets.  But from the bow-windows where I sit and type, in spite of their silence the house fronts have become individualized into so many human stories.

I never stop to look out but somehow the stories get in through the window.  For instance, I would not be so rude as to stare at the family washing which once a week is hung on the flat top of a neighbor’s garage, but those clothes up there have a way of flapping in the wind so conspicuously that I cannot help see.  There is the man of the house and his, shall I say garments, kick themselves about like some staid old deacon having his fling.  Then there is the middle-sized bear whose bloomers, billowed by the wind, become a ridiculous fat woman cut off at the waist.  And the little bear’s starched clothes crack and snap while the revolving tree-horse whirls about like some mad dervish.  I often wonder if the family know of the wild actions that take place on the roof.

It is a very respectable block inhabited mostly by grown-ups except one lively house where a dog lives with some boys and their incidental parents.  The door of that house continuously bangs, and other boys with other dogs are always hanging around whistling under the windows.

Most of the windows are only used to admit light except one that is used to look out of and is inhabited by an old lady who sits all day and knits for her grandchildren.  It must not be so bad, I think, to look out of the window upon life instead of always rushing off to catch a car that takes one into the thick of it.

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