Ken, thanks for the link to the great page of pics… it is so long ago, and the city has changed so damned much.
Hey Trainmaster, could you contact me about pics of the old Fox? — — Would love get a few, glad to lay some scratch on ya for copies the same. My Great Uncle, Dad and Grandfather all worked the trains at one time or another. The only real railroad man was my Great Uncle E.L. tho; he ultimately retired from the railroad as a brakeman. My Dad and Grandfather were both gamblers. As a kid, we wandered down to the tracks and the day all the time to play. Hell, lucky to still be here. One of my best pals made the front page of The Independent in ‘64. He and another kid got stuck when the tracks switched, you know the rest of that story… not good.
Cortez… might’ve been the only grade school in the country with a freeway running thru it. Our version of a river I suppose.
The Fox in Richmond was my great escape. Where I saw Elvis the King, and Jerry Lewis reinvented my young world as laughter. 35 cents, always given to me by my Grandmother who owned and managed an apartment building at 4th & Bissel, right up the street from my Aunt “Nellie’s Market”. I remember going to The Fox at least until 1966, when we left Richmond and moved to San Leandro. At the same time that plans were being made to transform Granada Junior High into JFK. That place changed my life. I have spent the last 30 years working as a professional actor. I would sure love to have a picture of this place — if anyone has one, please contact me. A real field of dreams. I also hear that Easter Hill has been razed. S. 26th St. was home.
Ken, thanks for the link to the great page of pics… it is so long ago, and the city has changed so damned much.
Hey Trainmaster, could you contact me about pics of the old Fox? — — Would love get a few, glad to lay some scratch on ya for copies the same. My Great Uncle, Dad and Grandfather all worked the trains at one time or another. The only real railroad man was my Great Uncle E.L. tho; he ultimately retired from the railroad as a brakeman. My Dad and Grandfather were both gamblers. As a kid, we wandered down to the tracks and the day all the time to play. Hell, lucky to still be here. One of my best pals made the front page of The Independent in ‘64. He and another kid got stuck when the tracks switched, you know the rest of that story… not good.
Cortez… might’ve been the only grade school in the country with a freeway running thru it. Our version of a river I suppose.
Happy New Year all.
cheers,
S.A. Griffin
The Fox in Richmond was my great escape. Where I saw Elvis the King, and Jerry Lewis reinvented my young world as laughter. 35 cents, always given to me by my Grandmother who owned and managed an apartment building at 4th & Bissel, right up the street from my Aunt “Nellie’s Market”. I remember going to The Fox at least until 1966, when we left Richmond and moved to San Leandro. At the same time that plans were being made to transform Granada Junior High into JFK. That place changed my life. I have spent the last 30 years working as a professional actor. I would sure love to have a picture of this place — if anyone has one, please contact me. A real field of dreams. I also hear that Easter Hill has been razed. S. 26th St. was home.