Our Golden Gate

I joined the U.S. Army Reserves when I was 17 and every Monday night for the next six years I traveled to Crissy Field in the Presidio of San Francisco near the Golden Gate Bridge to attend a Reserve meeting. Well, the Army left the Presidio in 1994 and Crissy Field was restored by the National Parks Service and is now part of the Golden Gate National Recreation Area.

The tidal marsh at Crissy Field with the Golden Gate Bridge and the Marin Headlands in the background.

A few years ago I drove across the Bay for a Crissy Field get-together with three of my siblings who still live on the west side of the Bay. In fact, Jim and Joan still live in San Francisco while Betty resides in nearby Millbrae.

My West Bay siblings at Crissy Field.

Our youngest sister Marie wasn’t available that day because she lives in Alaska. Most years she comes down once or twice but we haven’t seen her in person this year because of the Covid-19 pandemic. We all still see each other virtually via monthly Zoom sessions, though.

I’m sure glad the Army left the Presidio. Now we have a beautiful urban National Park!

My Dad’s Last Words

I posted this on my other blog in 2010.

Crow Canyon Journal

During the parade and celebration today (in case you haven’t heard, the Giants won the World Series!) I thought of my Dad.  Don Dwyer was a die-hard Giants fan for 42 years but he died in 2000, ten years too early to ever witness a world championship.

Dad loved baseball. In his youth he read all of the Ralph Henry Barbour books about Baseball Joe and when I turned ten he gave them to me and I read them, too. For the first 48 years of his life my Dad was a Seals fan. His father took him to Recreation Park to see his first Seals game when he was eight years old.  Pretty soon he was going to a game just about every Saturday. And when the Seals were away he would go and watch the Mission Reds play.

He used to reminisce about the times when his Uncle…

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