February 23, 1946
February 1946. World War II is over and wartime production jobs were ending. During the war, Carl and Georgie worked a number of jobs in several places, finishing the war in Pocatello, Idaho. They elected to return to Iowa, where they both had family, but opted to make a grand tour of the west on the way. Georgie wrote a journal of the trip. The story starts here.
The next morning we went into San Francisco on the bus with Earlene. Got off just off Market Street and walked down to Chinatown. Looked around. Saw many old curios, a lot of jade. Stopped at a little shop and saw a wild animal exhibit. Bought some Chinese fortune cakes which was unfortunate as they almost made me sick.
Took a cable car out to Fisherman’s Wharf which was the high spot of our visit. We walked out on one of the piers and saw the little sail boats which are used by the fishermen, mostly Sicilians. There were many fishermen on the wharf, mending nets, and they all spoke some language foreign to us. They use trawl nets and drag the bottom for prawns, scallops, abalone, oysters, crabs, clams, and other shellfish. There were several Navy vessels at the dock and out in the harbor we could see the dim outlines of the fleet in the haze. Also we could faintly discern Alcatraz.
February 23, 1946
February 1946. World War II is over and wartime production jobs were ending. During the war, Carl and Georgie worked a number of jobs in several places, finishing the war in Pocatello, Idaho. They elected to return to Iowa, where they both had family, but opted to make a grand tour of the west on the way. Georgie wrote a journal of the trip. The story starts here.
The next morning we went into San Francisco on the bus with Earlene. Got off just off Market Street and walked down to Chinatown. Looked around. Saw many old curios, a lot of jade. Stopped at a little shop and saw a wild animal exhibit. Bought some Chinese fortune cakes which was unfortunate as they almost made me sick.
Took a cable car out to Fisherman’s Wharf which was the high spot of our visit. We walked out on one of the piers and saw the little sail boats which are used by the fishermen, mostly Sicilians. There were many fishermen on the wharf, mending nets, and they all spoke some language foreign to us. They use trawl nets and drag the bottom for prawns, scallops, abalone, oysters, crabs, clams, and other shellfish. There were several Navy vessels at the dock and out in the harbor we could see the dim outlines of the fleet in the haze. Also we could faintly discern Alcatraz.
