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Showing posts with label San Francisco. Show all posts
Showing posts with label San Francisco. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 31, 2019

French Hospital

While indexing the Mortuary Files of Valente, Marini, Perata & Co, we noted many deaths in French Hospital.  It appeared that some of the burials were arranged and paid for by the hospital.  A little research shows that it was the earliest private hospital in California and in fact an HMO from it's inception, the first in the United States.  Established in 1851 by the newly formed French Benevolent Society, it first opened it's doors on 30 Dec of that year.  In 1858 it was moved to Bryant Street near the Mission Bay shoreline.
French Hospital [graphic] / Geary Street, Between 5th and 6th Avenues,
Close to Golden Gate Park / San Francisco, California 1913
California History Section Picture Catalog - California State Library
Calisphere

In 1895 a state of the art hospital was built on Point Lobos Ave.  The street was later renamed Geary Blvd and the hospital is located on the corner of 6th Ave.  In the 1960s the original hospital was seismically upgraded, resulting in the original brick facade being replaced by reinforced concrete.  Ascetically not as pleasing, but definitely a better choice for an earthquake prone area.

 In 1989 French Hospital was purchased by Kaiser.  It is now known as Kaiser French Campus.   .

Dr. Claudine Chalmers of the French Mutual Benefit Society is writing a book about French Hospital. The society has a website in development, and you can be notified when it is functional by signing up at http://www.frenchhospitalsf.org/  Dr. Chalmers has written other books on the French in San Francisco you can find more information on her website.

Learn more of the history of French Hospital and the French in San Francisco



Wednesday, May 23, 2018

SF History at Hyde Street Pier

By Maggie Melaney


Last Monday a few intrepid members of the Menlo Park genealogy class took a train to San Francisco, a streetcar to the wharf, and then walked right off the Hyde Street Pier into the history of San Francisco’s maritime industry.  We didn’t even get our feet wet! 

Our guide, an enthusiastic National Park ranger named Alan, took us aboard the Eureka ferry boat and the schooner C.A. Thayer, which carried fish, and then lumber, along the California coast and as far as the South Pacific.



 For many of us, this was a stroll through our family history.  Several folks recalled family tales of ancestors sailing on such a ship, or buying lumber off the pier.  We tried to imagine what it would be like sleeping in the hold of the ship when it carried cod from Alaska! 
The car ferries when still running when I was a child, and I remember traveling with my grandmother as she drove her car up - or down (the tides) into the bottom of the ferry in Berkeley.  
We were able to get out and go up top to enjoy the trip, then had to rush down as docking was announced in San Francisco.  There was even a restaurant which served what must have been the first truly fast food on the trip across.







After a lunch out on the pier, we went across to the National Park Service visitors center.  A few years ago, when I first visited, it was a small display area and a room for videos.  It’s now much larger with several dioramas, a boardwalk, a crashed ship(!), and displays of store fronts selling goods imported from Asia and Europe.  You can see below your feet some of the objects found during various excavations of the waterfront, the graveyard of gold rush ships.  There are Park Service rangers on hand to answer questions, and several videos and interactive maps.

The pier is now part of the National Park Service.  Entry is free with your National Park pass.

“Located in the Fisherman's Wharf neighborhood, San Francisco Maritime National Historical Park offers visitors the sights, sounds, smells and stories of Pacific Coast maritime history. The Park includes a magnificent fleet of historic ships, a Visitor Center, Maritime Museum, Maritime Research Center, and Aquatic Park Historic District.”

Guided tours can be arranged through their website at https://www.nps.gov/safr/index.htm




Wednesday, February 21, 2018

SMSGS Sharing Stories 2017

The Death of Frank Duncan

Dennis Maness

When the 1906 San Francisco earthquake and fire struck my newly married grandparents Frank and Jessie Monday Duncan lived there. Their house was burned down and they decided to move back to Falls of Rough, Kentucky where Frank came from. In 7 years they had 4 daughters were prospering on a farm.

On November 11th, 1915, when his newest daughter, and my future mother, Rosa was only 7 months old, Frank’s appendix burst.

A burst appendix can be fatal if it is not attended to quickly. Although the exact causes of a burst appendix are not completely understood it seems that the appendix will become blocked and eventually become inflamed and rupture. When the appendix bursts it leaks bacteria from the intestines into the abdominal cavity. This can cause the formation of an abscess or a condition known as peritonitis, which is a serious infection of the abdominal cavity. Before the advent of modern antibiotics this condition often resulted in death.

A doctor was called to the farm and he and Jessie put Frank on the kitchen table and the doctor started to operate. But by this time there was nothing that could be done.

Frank knew he was dying and started to sing his favorite hymn It Is Well With My Soul.

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to s
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.


And with that he died.

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Dennis Maness has been a member of SMCGS for more years than he can remember.  He moved from Los Angeles to San Francisco during the Summer of Love, 50 years ago.  Dennis is a retired librarian and considers himself an amateur genealogist, although he's been at it since 1977.  He is also a great photographer ; his other major hobby.  Dennis says his favorite ancestor is W.T.F. Coles (solely because of the initials), with Pleasant Monday placing a close second. You can contact Dennis at dennis.maness   @  comcast.net

© 2017 Dennis Maness- Please contact author for use of any portion of this story.

It Is Well With My Soul - Big Small Village on You Tube - there are enough versions here to last hours
It Is Well With My Soul - LOC National Jukebox - Handel Chorus
It Is Well With My Soul - Discipleship Ministries


Wednesday, September 13, 2017

SMCGS Sharing Stories 2017

Daniel Joseph  McSweeney

Diane Bader


Daniel Joseph Sweeney was born on November 12, 1869, into one of the large Irish families in the burgeoning young city of San Francisco. He waof s the ninth child born to Julia Lenahan of Roscommon and Daniel Sweeney County Donegal, Ireland.

His father, Daniel Sweeney, owned one of the first stockyards in San Francisco. He ran his successful cattle business there for twenty-five years. During the early years of young Daniel’s life, San Francisco was a flourishing city. Lavish homes were being built by Leland Stanford Jr., Mark Hopkins, Collis P. Huntington, Charles Crocker and others. The Palace Hotel, the Baldwin Hotel, prosperous banks, and magnificent churches were all under construction. Many streets were paved and gas lights were being installed.

Then in 1877, when Daniel was only eight years old, his father decided to retire and return to Ireland with Julia and their eight living children. He purchased an estate called Carrowcannon House as well as fifty-three acres in Falcarragh, County Donegal, North West Ireland.
Carrowcannon House

When the Sweeney family arrived in Ireland, the children saw a beautiful but very poor country. In contrast to what they were used to in San Francisco, there were no mansions, no two-story houses, one small wooden church. The children had to learn to speak Irish; they rode in a horse cart to school and church. All the children, including Daniel, wanted to return to San Francisco. It was especially hard for them when their older sister and brother did return after only two years and the six younger children had to remain in Ireland for six more years.
           
Upon arrival, Daniel’s father saw how poorly the peasants were being treated by the landlords. Their rents were constantly being raised and when they couldn’t pay them, they were evicted from their tiny homes. He decided to help them by organizing the Land League in four parishes of County Donegal, becoming president of one branch and traveling around the county delivering fiery speeches against the landlords and urging the poor not to pay their unfair rents. Young Daniel watched how hard his father fought for justice.

When his father was arrested at Carrowcannon House on June 2, 1881, Daniel, then 12 years old, raised the American flag over their home and said, “Father, they’ll pay for this yet!” Although he was an American citizen, the elder Daniel was imprisoned for 14 months without trial and without help from the U.S. government. With his father in prison, Daniel’s mother, Julia, joined the Ladies’ Land League and gave fiery speeches of her own.


The family remained in Donegal for 4 more years. Daniel was 16 years old when his father was released and they finally returned to San Francisco where he completed his education. An interesting fact: when they returned, they all used the name of Mc Sweeney which has confused genealogists ever since, especially since the eldest two children never changed their names from Sweeney to Mc Sweeney.
540 Baden St.
Daniel Mc Sweeney moved to South San Francisco with his brother, Ambrose Mc Sweeney, on November 17, 1895. He was employed as the first U.S. meat inspector on the Pacific Coast for the Western Meat Company. Previously, he had worked as a butcher in the Customs House in San Francisco. Soon after moving to South San Francisco, Daniel went into the hotel business. He purchased the Grand Hotel on Bayshore Blvd. He also obtained a contract with the Ocean Shore Railroad Board to act as commissary head with accommodations for 400 men. The earthquake came along in 1906 and ruined this business contract, although he still kept the hotel. He was also the proprietor of The Old Bohemia Saloon.

In 1908, Daniel became interested in the incorporation of South San Francisco and ran for city council. He was elected and then reelected in 1910. Then he was selected by his fellow trustees to serve as the second mayor of the city from 1910 to 1912. Daniel also served on the county Democratic Central Committee for over 30 years. During the Wilson administration in 1916, he became postmaster until 1917 when it was taken over by San Francisco Ferry Station Post Office.

Daniel then became personnel manager at Pacific Coast Steel.  He was elected to the position of City Clerk of South San Francisco in April 1920 and was reelected four times. He remained in that position until his death in 1946.

According to the April 10, 1910 Enterprise Journal, Daniel “is a very active and earnest man in all his work and undertakings and a most genial and jolly good fellow. Although one of the town’s first city fathers, Dan is, we are sorry to say a bachelor. However, he is not old and his friends still have hopes for him.” Daniel was 41 years old.

His friends’ hopes were fulfilled when he married May Elizabeth Ryan. Daniel never had any children of his own but was father to his wife’s son and daughter: Joseph Lloyd Ryan and Gladys Ryan. 

On Dec. 8, 1939, The Enterprise said, “His sunny disposition and friendliness has endeared him to all who come in contact with him. His pleasant Irish face framed by the wings of white hair is a familiar and welcome sight around the city hall.”

  

Pictures: Personal File
Newspaper: The Enterprise, South San Francisco, CA

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Diane Bader is member of the Sacramento Genealogical Society, where she lives.  She grew up in Menlo Park and Atherton, attending St. Joseph's School, College of Notre Dame and Stanford. Diane has written a book about her life in Menlo Park in the 1940s and early 1950s.  She remembers when Silicon Valley was all fruit trees where people would come each spring to see the blossoms. Her father had a dental office in San Carlos and her mother and family were from San Francisco.  Diane is a retired teacher, church musician and liturgist.  She presently sings with the Consumnes River College Gospel Choir. Her book "Setting Donegal on Fire", about her great grandfather Daniel McSweeney, was launched in Falcarragh, Donegal, last August by the Minister of the Diaspora, Joe McHugh. You can contact Diane at kianna4064@gmail.com


© 2017 Diane Bader - Please contact author for use of any portion of this story.

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Mortuaries - San Mateo & San Francisco





The following list was compiled in the 1980-1990s. It is hopefully the start of a more comprehensive listing of mortuaries in San Mateo County and where their records might be.  If you can help please contact Publications@smcgs.org.   The ads were gathered from the Examiner pages while working on our obituary project.  They are mainly for San Francisco mortuaries.
  • Carlmont Funeral Chapel - Belmont 
    • Rod McCoy (pre 1906)
    • Duggan's Carlmont Chapel 
    • Layng & Tinney - Belmont (SMCGS & RWC History Room have some records)
  • Chapel of the Highlands - Millbrae records start Oct 1952
  • Coehlo Bergler Dessem & Dufault - San Carlos 1947  
    • White Oaks Chapel
  • Crippen & Flynn Chapel - Redwood City 1950
    • Flynn & Crippen
    • Woodside Chapel
  • Crosby N Gray & Co - Burlingame 1940 
    • Stedt & Co - to 1927 bought by Frank Wycoff
    • Frank Wycoff 1927-1940 bought by Gray 
    • Gray combined with Crosby in 1943
    • N Gray-Crosby & Co
  • Duggan's Serra Mortuary - Daly City 1963
  • Dutra-Randleman Coastside - Half Moon Bay 1960
  • Johnson Menlo Colonial - Menlo Park 1947
  • Jones Mortuary - East Palo Alto 1974
  • Laswell W  & Co - Daly City 1915
  • Nauman & Lincoln Mortuary - SSF
  • Neptune Society of San Mateo
  • Noftsger South San Francisco1953 
    • Chapel By the Sea - Pacifica
    • Garden Chapel Inc - SSF 63
    • Larsons Garden Chapel 
  • Patterson & O'Connell's Chapel - San Mateo 1942
    • O'Connell's Chapel
  • Redwood Chapel
  • San Bruno Funeral Home - San Bruno 1974
    • Jack Bowlds 1963-1974 
    • Ray Ruskosky 1956-1963
    • Neri 1941-1956 
  • Snyder & Sullivan - San Mateo 1909

























Wednesday, August 16, 2017

SMCGS Sharing Stories 2017

The Courtship and Marriage of Angela Saso and George Otis Row

Barbara Ebel


My mom and dad met at a coffee shop in San Francisco during the war, in October of 1942.  Angie, as she was known by almost all, was a native San Franciscan, the daughter of Sicilian immigrants.  Mom was on a break from her job at Postal Telegraph.  She was with her friend and co-worker, Connie Lombadero.  Daddy was eyeing Mom, and Connie told her she had to be nice because he’s in the military and there’s a war going on, and we have to support our servicemen.  Daddy was undergoing treatment at Oak Knoll Naval Hospital in Oakland for a fungus he’d picked up in Hawaii while diving for bodies after Pearl Harbor.   

My Mom’s nickname at work was “Sassy” because her last name was Saso, and she was kind of feisty.  Dad told Mom he was a “chief” in the Navy.  Mom said, “Chief of What?  Baghdad?”  My father had joined the Navy at 17 in 1928. There wasn’t much work for a farm boy from the little town in the northwest corner of Missouri, call Ravenwood.  His older brother Ranian had joined the Army Air Corp which became the Air Force.  He earned the rank of Master Sargeant.

After Daddy asked, Mom told him her phone and then wrote it down then tore up the note.  Daddy had memorized the number and called her.  They went on a few dates.  The most spectacular was the date at the Bal Tabarin a nightclub which later became Bimbo’s 365 Club.  They saw one of the regulars, Sophie Tucker, perform.  Ms. Tucker (the last of the red hot mama’s she called herself) was pleased to announce their engagement to the crowd.  (Anything for a serviceman.)  Mom was embarrassed and wished Daddy hadn’t asked Ms. Tucker to make that announcement. 

Because it was a “mixed marriage” (Mom was Catholic; Daddy was Protestant) and the church was way stricter then, my parents were married by a Justice of the Peace in grandma’s downstairs room nine days after meeting in the coffee shop.  Mom wore a blue dress.  Daddy was 31 and Mom was 32, but she told him she was born in 1911, so she’d seem only a couple of months older.  Her birthday was in February; his was in April.  I guess it was okay to be a couple of months older, but a year?  No way.

Mom wasn’t going to let this one get away. She’d been engaged previously for five years to a Dick Minahan.  One of her sisters saw Dick with another woman, and that ended that.  She kept the ring.  I have it today.

Angie and George were married ten years (although Mom said it seemed like five because he was away so much of the time) and had three daughters.  When she had my younger sister, Georgia, and third girl, Mom said I’m sorry to my father (for having another girl).  My father said, “That’s okay Honey.  I’m partial to girls.”

My father was stationed in Yoshida, Japan at the time he had his fatal heart attack.  We learned of his death via a Western Union telegram that was placed under the door mat on the front porch.  A friend from down the street was picking me up to walk to school and told my mom there was something under the mat.  I remember crying and saying I didn’t want Daddy to die.  I was five and a half years old and in kindergarten.  It took a month for his body to arrive so there could be a funeral.  I remember he was in a glass topped casket, and the smell of gardenias.  I hate that flower to this day.  He was buried in a military funeral at Golden Gate National Cemetery.  We didn’t go to the funeral itself.  I guess the flowers were at the wake.  My cousin, Caroljean, watched us at our house, and the family came back to the house after the funeral. 


My mom raised the three of us by herself.  We turned out all right.  There’s not a thief or a murderer among us.

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Barbara Ebel is currently Secretary of SMCGS.  She was born in San Francisco and moved to Redwood City in 1948 where she has lived since.  Barbara first started working on her husbands genealogy in the 1980s while her sister worked on their family.  Employment put a halt for twenty years, but a class with Gayle Simon got her going again.  Other interests include hand quilting (she won a blue ribbon at the county fair for an antique Grandmother's Flower Garden), crocheting and knitting and baseball.  She has been a SF Giants fan since they moved west; Willie Mays is her all time favorite player. 


© 2017 Barbara Ebel - Please contact SMCGS for use of any portion of this story.