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My great-great grandfather Elijah and family holding an impromptu BBQ of sorts in front of their house in the Mission District after the San Francisco 1906 earthquake I’ve posted this photo and its story before, but I so enjoyed this quote from Lapham’s that I though I’d share it again: Will Frisco stay fallen? No. A new Frisco shall up—rear itself and laugh at the sea, and when old Atlas again shifts the globe a little on his shoulders—it will laugh and dance and fight and drink and make love as before and be proud that among its other claims to greatness is that of having met and conquered a calamity that stilled and chilled the whole world’s heart for a day. Before the crash and flame, Frisco was beginning to protest at being called anything but San Francisco. Yet Frisco clung, it held some winking, sly hint of frisky. Even the great black headlines over the evil news used the diminutive abbreviation like a touch of light in the cloud, a sort of fresh, smiling rose on the pall, speaking of resurrection. The foundations of the city went wobbling at the end of the Easter feast almost. ‘Twas and ‘tis an omen. —From The City That Has Fallen by William Marion Reedy, excerpted at The Atlantic Tech. The San Francisco earthquake took place 105 years ago today.  I currently live about five blocks from the photo above, in the cemetery alleyway of the Mission Dolores, pictured here after the 1906 quake. I’d also like to remind my San Francisco friends that, when the next one hits, we meet with our sleeping bags at the golden fire hydrant at the top of this park. I’ll bring my emergency fanny pack full of snacks and board games and we will have a party in true San Francisco disaster tradition.

My great-great grandfather Elijah and family holding an impromptu BBQ of sorts in front of their house in the Mission District after the San Francisco 1906 earthquake

I’ve posted this photo and its story before, but I so enjoyed this quote from Lapham’s that I though I’d share it again:

Will Frisco stay fallen? No. A new Frisco shall up—rear itself and laugh at the sea, and when old Atlas again shifts the globe a little on his shoulders—it will laugh and dance and fight and drink and make love as before and be proud that among its other claims to greatness is that of having met and conquered a calamity that stilled and chilled the whole world’s heart for a day. Before the crash and flame, Frisco was beginning to protest at being called anything but San Francisco. Yet Frisco clung, it held some winking, sly hint of frisky. Even the great black headlines over the evil news used the diminutive abbreviation like a touch of light in the cloud, a sort of fresh, smiling rose on the pall, speaking of resurrection. The foundations of the city went wobbling at the end of the Easter feast almost. ‘Twas and ‘tis an omen.

—From The City That Has Fallen by William Marion Reedy, excerpted at The Atlantic Tech. The San Francisco earthquake took place 105 years ago today. 

I currently live about five blocks from the photo above, in the cemetery alleyway of the Mission Dolores, pictured here after the 1906 quake. I’d also like to remind my San Francisco friends that, when the next one hits, we meet with our sleeping bags at the golden fire hydrant at the top of this park. I’ll bring my emergency fanny pack full of snacks and board games and we will have a party in true San Francisco disaster tradition.

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    This is amazing.
  3. giantsquidandlocomotives said: can i come out for the aftershock afterparty?
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