When I was a little girl, and my mother put me to bed, she did not tell me stories about enchanted forests or beautiful princesses. I had seen “Sleeping Beauty.” I knew “The Three Bears.” These were not the stories I wanted to hear from my mother. “Tell me the story of when I was […]
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A Yosemite Family Legacy
When my mother was a child growing up in San Francisco in the 1920s, there were many more restrictions than there are today. For example, Japanese were not allowed to go swimming at Sutro Baths out by the Cliff House. Vacation destinations therefore had to be carefully chosen, usually researched through the Japanese community grapevine, […]