Lost Beach Near Yosemite Creek - Revision history

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	(Originally titled "The Beach")		(Originally titled "The Beach")

			[[Image:Yosemite Slough Dec 20, 1920 opensfhistory wnp36.02426.jpg\|800px]]

			'''Yosemite Slough and adjacent beach, December 20, 1920.'''

			''Photo: OpenSFHistory.org wnp36.02426''

	[[Image:bayvwhp$yosemite-creek-1928.jpg]]		[[Image:bayvwhp$yosemite-creek-1928.jpg]]

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	''Photo: OpenSFHistory.org wnp14.2409.jpg''		''Photo: OpenSFHistory.org wnp14.2409.jpg''

			{\| style="color: black; background-color: #F5DA81;"
			\| colspan="2" \|'''Author and former Bayview resident Ruth Eshow Upton recounts blissful summer days of her childhood in the 1920s-30s spent at a sandy cove near Yosemite creek near what is now the former site of Candlestick Park. She recaptures the landscape and culture of the lost cove, from the routine her family and friends performed each time they prepared to visit it, to the yearly replacement of a shoddy makeshift diving board leftover from an old wharf. Upton also provides insight into how her perception of it changed as she matured, eventually moved across the city, and rediscovered it in the 1970s as a polluted cesspool rather than an inviting bayside beach. However, Upton remains optimistic that someday, due to the work of ecological restoration projects, other Bayview families may be able to enjoy the area as she once did. '''
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	Summer vacations in the Bayview during the 1920s and 1930s meant swimming in the bay almost every day. We had four beaches in our area from which to choose: Hunters Point, Candlestick, Gilman and a small cove just a block down from Gilman, at the end of Egbert Avenue. Hunters Point was out; it was too far to walk. Besides, the slaughterhouses lining Evans Avenue fouled the air. People did drive to Hunters Point on Sundays, though, for the bags of [[Chinese shrimping village\|freshly cooked shrimp caught and sold by Chinese fishermen]]. Candlestick’s rocky shore and its steady wind were unfriendly. Gilman wasn’t bad but it was open to the afternoon westerlies. These winds meant, of course, that the sun shone in the Bayview during the months of June, July, and August. We felt so superior to the people who lived out in the Sunset and Richmond district and were fogged in during school vacation. We always headed for the cove around the bend from Gilman, a small, protected strip of sand on the bayside of a hill that separated it from Egbert Avenue.		Summer vacations in the Bayview during the 1920s and 1930s meant swimming in the bay almost every day. We had four beaches in our area from which to choose: Hunters Point, Candlestick, Gilman and a small cove just a block down from Gilman, at the end of Egbert Avenue. Hunters Point was out; it was too far to walk. Besides, the slaughterhouses lining Evans Avenue fouled the air. People did drive to Hunters Point on Sundays, though, for the bags of [[Chinese shrimping village\|freshly cooked shrimp caught and sold by Chinese fishermen]]. Candlestick’s rocky shore and its steady wind were unfriendly. Gilman wasn’t bad but it was open to the afternoon westerlies. These winds meant, of course, that the sun shone in the Bayview during the months of June, July, and August. We felt so superior to the people who lived out in the Sunset and Richmond district and were fogged in during school vacation. We always headed for the cove around the bend from Gilman, a small, protected strip of sand on the bayside of a hill that separated it from Egbert Avenue.

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	[[Image:Tours-water.gif\|link= CISTERNS]] [[CISTERNS\| Continue Water Tour]]		[[Image:Tours-water.gif\|link= CISTERNS]] [[CISTERNS\| Continue Water Tour]]

	[[~~Return of a Native to Bayview~~ \| Prev. Document]] [[Candlestick Point State Recreation Area \|Next Document]]		[[Haley & O'Neill Tract \| Prev. Document]] [[Candlestick Point State Recreation Area \|Next Document]]


	[[category:Bayview/Hunter's Point]] [[category:1920s]] [[category:1990s]] [[category:Water]]		[[category:Bayview/Hunter's Point]] [[category:1920s]] [[category:1990s]] [[category:Water]]
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Ccarlsson at 21:33, 12 November 2018

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	'''View from Bayview Hill north over Gilman playground construction at edge of beach, Dec. 26, 1933.'''		'''View from Bayview Hill north over Gilman playground construction at edge of beach, Dec. 26, 1933.'''

			''Photo: OpenSFHistory.org wnp14.2409.jpg''

	Summer vacations in the Bayview during the 1920s and 1930s meant swimming in the bay almost every day. We had four beaches in our area from which to choose: Hunters Point, Candlestick, Gilman and a small cove just a block down from Gilman, at the end of Egbert Avenue. Hunters Point was out; it was too far to walk. Besides, the slaughterhouses lining Evans Avenue fouled the air. People did drive to Hunters Point on Sundays, though, for the bags of [[Chinese shrimping village\|freshly cooked shrimp caught and sold by Chinese fishermen]]. Candlestick’s rocky shore and its steady wind were unfriendly. Gilman wasn’t bad but it was open to the afternoon westerlies. These winds meant, of course, that the sun shone in the Bayview during the months of June, July, and August. We felt so superior to the people who lived out in the Sunset and Richmond district and were fogged in during school vacation. We always headed for the cove around the bend from Gilman, a small, protected strip of sand on the bayside of a hill that separated it from Egbert Avenue.		Summer vacations in the Bayview during the 1920s and 1930s meant swimming in the bay almost every day. We had four beaches in our area from which to choose: Hunters Point, Candlestick, Gilman and a small cove just a block down from Gilman, at the end of Egbert Avenue. Hunters Point was out; it was too far to walk. Besides, the slaughterhouses lining Evans Avenue fouled the air. People did drive to Hunters Point on Sundays, though, for the bags of [[Chinese shrimping village\|freshly cooked shrimp caught and sold by Chinese fishermen]]. Candlestick’s rocky shore and its steady wind were unfriendly. Gilman wasn’t bad but it was open to the afternoon westerlies. These winds meant, of course, that the sun shone in the Bayview during the months of June, July, and August. We felt so superior to the people who lived out in the Sunset and Richmond district and were fogged in during school vacation. We always headed for the cove around the bend from Gilman, a small, protected strip of sand on the bayside of a hill that separated it from Egbert Avenue.
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	Before leaving for the beach in the morning we had to know in which direction the tide was moving. From my bedroom window on the second floor of our house on Le Conte Avenue I had a clear view of South Basin. I’d note the tide line. At intervals I’d look to see which way it was going. If it was receding, we waited until it turned. Getting there at low tide would mean staring at a mudflat until it came in again, a dreary waste of time. As soon as we knew the tide was coming in, we got our things together, filling a shopping bag with towels, sweaters and lunch. We wore our bathing suits under our clothes. Then the troupe—five children led by my 4’10” mother, started out, following the eucalyptus shaded lane past the Schmelter’s house, over to Key Avenue, then east to Third, down Third to Gilman. From a couple of backyards on Gilman often came a clicking sound which we identified as a game of bocce ball being played. How long it took us to get to the beach and how far we had walked I don’t know—half a mile? A mile? It made no difference; walking was the only way to get there. Public transportation—on San Bruno Avenue and on Third Street—went north and south. Driving there was not an option. The family car (called “the machine”) was driven only by fathers on their days off for visits, trips to Golden Gate Park, Fleischacker's Playground or Neptune Beach in Alameda (involving a ferry ride.). Mothers didn’t drive.		Before leaving for the beach in the morning we had to know in which direction the tide was moving. From my bedroom window on the second floor of our house on Le Conte Avenue I had a clear view of South Basin. I’d note the tide line. At intervals I’d look to see which way it was going. If it was receding, we waited until it turned. Getting there at low tide would mean staring at a mudflat until it came in again, a dreary waste of time. As soon as we knew the tide was coming in, we got our things together, filling a shopping bag with towels, sweaters and lunch. We wore our bathing suits under our clothes. Then the troupe—five children led by my 4’10” mother, started out, following the eucalyptus shaded lane past the Schmelter’s house, over to Key Avenue, then east to Third, down Third to Gilman. From a couple of backyards on Gilman often came a clicking sound which we identified as a game of bocce ball being played. How long it took us to get to the beach and how far we had walked I don’t know—half a mile? A mile? It made no difference; walking was the only way to get there. Public transportation—on San Bruno Avenue and on Third Street—went north and south. Driving there was not an option. The family car (called “the machine”) was driven only by fathers on their days off for visits, trips to Golden Gate Park, Fleischacker's Playground or Neptune Beach in Alameda (involving a ferry ride.). Mothers didn’t drive.

	~~''Photo: OpenSFHistory.org wnp14.2409.jpg''~~

	[[Image:Bayview Hill 1933 wnp14.2407.jpg\|792px]]		[[Image:Bayview Hill 1933 wnp14.2407.jpg\|792px]]

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	'''Yosemite Creek, with the two protruding rocks known as "Double Rock" in mouth, as seen from Bayview Hill on a sunny winter day. ~~Hunter's~~ Point is swathed in uncharacteristic green.'''		'''Yosemite Creek, with the two protruding rocks known as "Double Rock" in mouth, as seen from Bayview Hill on a sunny winter day. Hunters Point is swathed in uncharacteristic green.'''

	''Photo: Alan Hopkins, Golden Gate Audubon Society''		''Photo: Alan Hopkins, Golden Gate Audubon Society''

	Summer vacations in the Bayview during the ~~1920’s~~ and ~~1930’s~~ meant swimming in the bay almost every day. We had four beaches in our area from which to choose: Hunters Point, Candlestick, Gilman and a small cove just a block down from Gilman, at the end of Egbert Avenue. Hunters Point was out; it was too far to walk. Besides, the slaughterhouses lining Evans Avenue fouled the air. People did drive to ~~Hunter’s~~ Point on Sundays, though, for the bags of freshly cooked shrimp caught and sold by Chinese fishermen. Candlestick’s rocky shore and its steady wind were unfriendly. Gilman wasn’t bad but it was open to the afternoon westerlies. These winds meant, of course, that the sun shone in the Bayview during the months of June, July and August. We felt so superior to the people who lived out in the Sunset and Richmond district and were fogged in during school vacation. We always headed for the cove around the bend from Gilman, a small, protected strip of sand on the bayside of a hill that separated it from Egbert Avenue.		Summer vacations in the Bayview during the 1920s and 1930s meant swimming in the bay almost every day. We had four beaches in our area from which to choose: Hunters Point, Candlestick, Gilman and a small cove just a block down from Gilman, at the end of Egbert Avenue. Hunters Point was out; it was too far to walk. Besides, the slaughterhouses lining Evans Avenue fouled the air. People did drive to Hunters Point on Sundays, though, for the bags of freshly cooked shrimp caught and sold by Chinese fishermen. Candlestick’s rocky shore and its steady wind were unfriendly. Gilman wasn’t bad but it was open to the afternoon westerlies. These winds meant, of course, that the sun shone in the Bayview during the months of June, July, and August. We felt so superior to the people who lived out in the Sunset and Richmond district and were fogged in during school vacation. We always headed for the cove around the bend from Gilman, a small, protected strip of sand on the bayside of a hill that separated it from Egbert Avenue.

	Before leaving for the beach in the morning we had to know in which direction the tide was moving. From my bedroom window on the second floor of our house on Le Conte Avenue I had a clear view of South Basin. I’d note the tide line. At intervals I’d look to see which way it was going. If it was receding, we waited until it turned. Getting there at low tide would mean staring at a mudflat until it came in again, a dreary waste of time. As soon as we knew the tide was coming in, we got our things together, filling a shopping bag with towels, sweaters and lunch. We wore our bathing suits under our clothes. Then the troupe—five children led by my ~~4’l0”~~ mother, started out, following the eucalyptus shaded lane past the Schmelter’s house, over to Key Avenue, then east to Third, down Third to Gilman. From a couple of backyards on Gilman often came a clicking sound which we identified as a game of bocce ball being played. How long it took us to get to the beach and how far we had walked I don’t know—half a mile? A mile? It made no difference; walking was the only way to get there. Public transportation—on San Bruno Avenue and on Third Street—went north and south. Driving there was not an option. The family car (called “the machine”) was driven only by fathers on their days off for visits, trips to Golden Gate Park, Fleischacker's Playground or Neptune Beach in Alameda (involving a ferry ride.). Mothers didn’t drive.		Before leaving for the beach in the morning we had to know in which direction the tide was moving. From my bedroom window on the second floor of our house on Le Conte Avenue I had a clear view of South Basin. I’d note the tide line. At intervals I’d look to see which way it was going. If it was receding, we waited until it turned. Getting there at low tide would mean staring at a mudflat until it came in again, a dreary waste of time. As soon as we knew the tide was coming in, we got our things together, filling a shopping bag with towels, sweaters and lunch. We wore our bathing suits under our clothes. Then the troupe—five children led by my 4’10” mother, started out, following the eucalyptus shaded lane past the Schmelter’s house, over to Key Avenue, then east to Third, down Third to Gilman. From a couple of backyards on Gilman often came a clicking sound which we identified as a game of bocce ball being played. How long it took us to get to the beach and how far we had walked I don’t know—half a mile? A mile? It made no difference; walking was the only way to get there. Public transportation—on San Bruno Avenue and on Third Street—went north and south. Driving there was not an option. The family car (called “the machine”) was driven only by fathers on their days off for visits, trips to Golden Gate Park, Fleischacker's Playground or Neptune Beach in Alameda (involving a ferry ride.). Mothers didn’t drive.

	[[Image:View-of-bay-from-Le-Conte-Ave-Pauline-Aldredge-watercolor.jpg]]		[[Image:View-of-bay-from-Le-Conte-Ave-Pauline-Aldredge-watercolor.jpg]]

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	'''Yosemite Creek in 1928, just south of Hunters Point. '''		'''Yosemite Creek in 1928, just south of Hunters Point. '''

	''Photo: ~~Greg Gaar~~ Collection, San Francisco, CA''		''Photo: Private Collection, San Francisco, CA''

	[[Image:Yosemite-slough-from-silver-terrace 1415.jpg]]		[[Image:Yosemite-slough-from-silver-terrace 1415.jpg]]

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	''Photo: Greg Gaar Collection, San Francisco, CA''		''Photo: Greg Gaar Collection, San Francisco, CA''

			[[Image:Yosemite-slough-from-silver-terrace 1415.jpg]]

			'''Yosemite Creek basin from Silver Terrace hill, December 2012.'''

			''Photo: Chris Carlsson''

	[[Image:Yosemite-creek-with-fog-shrouded-hills0921.jpg]]		[[Image:Yosemite-creek-with-fog-shrouded-hills0921.jpg]]

Ccarlsson at 00:53, 11 December 2012

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	''Photo: Chris Carlsson''		''Photo: Chris Carlsson''

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	'''Wetland restoration in Yosemite Slough, December 2012, looking southeast from north shore.'''		'''Wetland restoration in Yosemite Slough, December 2012, looking southeast from north shore, Candlestick Park at right.'''

	''Photo: Chris Carlsson''		''Photo: Chris Carlsson''

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	Then I saw the documentary film, ''SAVING THE BAY'', and I was cheered. Though I’ll never swim in the bay again it’s heartening to think that future San Francisco kids may one day enjoy the same pleasures that we lucky kids in the Bayview had, in the sun and free of charge.		Then I saw the documentary film, ''SAVING THE BAY'', and I was cheered. Though I’ll never swim in the bay again it’s heartening to think that future San Francisco kids may one day enjoy the same pleasures that we lucky kids in the Bayview had, in the sun and free of charge.

			[[Image:bayvwhp$yosemite-creek-1996.jpg]]

	~~[[Image:Yosemite-creek0914.jpg]]~~		'''Yosemite Creek 1996, between Hunters Point and Candlestick Park.'''

	'''Yosemite Creek, ~~unrestored in 2005, not far from where Green Tortoise bus lines maintained an informal camp for several years before being evicted~~.'''

	''Photo: Chris Carlsson''		''Photo: Chris Carlsson''

	[[Image:~~bayvwhp$yosemite~~-~~creek-1996~~.jpg]]		[[Image:Yosemite-creek0914.jpg]]

	'''Yosemite Creek ~~1996~~, ~~between Hunters Point and Candlestick Park~~.'''		'''Yosemite Creek, unrestored in 2005, not far from where Green Tortoise bus lines maintained an informal camp for several years before being evicted.'''

	''Photo: Chris Carlsson''		''Photo: Chris Carlsson''