Show Remembering The Frisco Earthquake BY ELIZABETH C. WALKER All I remember of the San Francisco earthquake was my bed rolling form one side of the room to the and that I was a mighty tiny But it had other in this and one of them concerned our flowing THE western part of the city was at that the water level was not more than two or more inches below the and most people had flowing Ours had a big as much as the pipe would and we had a and a little board ditch along the south side of the yard that took it to the Paving had not yet come to this party of the so no culvert was then Came the some slippage took away our stream and left us a as my Father often Our neighbors at the back of the drive had had so little flow from their well that they often came over with buckets to get water from IN ONE Minor's had our and we had their AH the men of the neighborhood got out that Sunday morning and dug the ditch to keep them from being flooded was just coming down out so the folks had it piped but still did not seal off the old flowing It smelled of but it was a I thought of this as the cab drove past the old Dad had built a tall lattice fence in front of the big side and Mother had planted her of Virginia Creeper that she had begged from Eliza R. a friend of It was from the vine at a home of Brigham and Mom had it at her taken starts for her home when married and cherishing had started it again at her new ALONG-side of this Virginia Creeper was the well And as the vine was stretched from the porch to the edge of the yard and that soon became It was a summer and in winter had a very minimum of And the dribble still continued from the old Finally Dad decided it should so he cut it off at the ground and pounded a length of metal into But not before 1 convinced him that it was for his personal safety to do DAD WAS a and he had an abundant sense of I inherited this sense of the from so we were matched As we girls grew into my spare declared to us that if we ever brought a beau around that was shorter than he he would sit him in the when I dated a think he was related to a relative-Bob I tipped him off to Dad's Bob was a good-sized and and he also had a wonderful sense of DAD didn't recognize him now he was so I reintroduced them and then insisted they stand back to back to measure their Sure enough Dad was the So I reminded him of his they and suddenly my Father found himself sitting in the in the smelly water among slimy moss and a few angle Bob and I ran over to the NEXT day Dad started dismantling the well-box and shutting off the |