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