Mercy, I had forgotten all those smells. Every place had its own unique smell -- the beer breweries on Broadway, the distilleries (mainly I remember Park and Tilford on 34th), the coal smell from the K & I yards, the tobacco smell from Lucky Strike, P. Lorillard, Brown & Williamson, et al., manure from the Donaldson horse or the rag man's horse, the smell of white oak barrels from the Chickasaw plant. Best thing I remember is that many housewives along Portland Av. baked their own pies, and that was maybe the best smell of them all. And we got one of those quarantine signs one summer, measles?, mumps? some disease no one even thinks about now. I remember the Poloi epidemic in the summer of maybe 1947 or 48 when we had to stay in our house a lot. None of the neighborhood kids could play together because one of the End boys up the street caught Polio. there was a snowball stand on 37th st. (just behind Portland Cemetery). Dad would walk us down Pflanz to 37th and he would go in and get the snowballs because my brother and I couldn't go in. I don't know if all those precautions really worked or not, but we never caught Polio. Walker K. McCulloch NankieBee@aol.com wrote: Hi Bill and other listers. I lived in San Francisco before & during WWII, but came to my grandparents here (3405 Garland) one summer via the train with my Mother, sister, and baby brother. It took us 5 days because of the troop trains receiving track preference. I remember the Donaldson wagon, milk delivered into the box, A small door on the back porch where the ice man used to put ice directly into the "ice box", the smell of hops from the Breweries we passed going on the bus from 34th & Broadway to Stewarts on 4th, going to the poultry house to get chicken and watching the chickens run around minus their heads, being steamed, etc. I also remember my grandaddy coming home with a bucket of beer, and his taking us to Fountain Ferry. That summer each of us children got chicken pox one after the other and there was a big QUARENTINE sign in the window to keep out visitors and us in the house. ....and a FYI, Mr. Bisig delivered milk to most of the people on my block and others throughout the Highlands up until the late 70's. He would just walk in and put the milk away for you. Fun memories. Nancy Brinly ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to KYJEFFER-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message --------------------------------- Do you Yahoo!? Get on board. You're invited to try the new Yahoo! Mail.

And speaking of breweries, I got a very close look and smell because during the war my father was a storekeeper-gauger for the Feds and was supposed to watch over the alcohol producing operations to make sure Uncle Sam got his just rewards. I saw lots of distilleries also. Then they made my dad an inspector (revenuer) for the Feds and my close look at the drunk works stopped. Tom the bewildered Walker McCulloch wrote: > Mercy, I had forgotten all those smells. Every place had its own unique smell -- the beer breweries on Broadway, the distilleries (mainly I remember Park and Tilford on 34th), the coal smell from the K & I yards, the tobacco smell from Lucky Strike, P. Lorillard, Brown & Williamson, et al., manure from the Donaldson horse or the rag man's horse, the smell of white oak barrels from the Chickasaw plant. Best thing I remember is that many housewives along Portland Av. baked their own pies, and that was maybe the best smell of them all. > > And we got one of those quarantine signs one summer, measles?, mumps? some disease no one even thinks about now. I remember the Poloi epidemic in the summer of maybe 1947 or 48 when we had to stay in our house a lot. None of the neighborhood kids could play together because one of the End boys up the street caught Polio. there was a snowball stand on 37th st. (just behind Portland Cemetery). Dad would walk us down Pflanz to 37th and he would go in and get the snowballs because my brother and I couldn't go in. I don't know if all those precautions really worked or not, but we never caught Polio. > > Walker K. McCulloch >