The marvelous Sutro Baths, and all that’s left today.
Point Lobos, before and after Sutro’s :
A wonderful image from John Martini’s book ‘Sutro’s Glass Palace’ of what the bathhouse looked like inside: That railing the lady is leaning against might have been the same spot where Eli Wallach gets a little pushy in some images you’ll see in a moment.
In the 1950’s, the swimming pools were converted to an ice skating rink.
Sutro’s burned down in June of 1966. That’s the Louis Restaurant on the right. It’s been there since 1937, and is one of my main pit stops for breakfast when I’m in the area.
The ruins of the Sutro Bath House; gone forever.
It’s still the best look at Sutro’s you’ll ever get. When Eli Wallach tries to convince the head of organized crime, “The Man” who’s confined to a wheelchair, why he’s coming up short on a heroin shipment deal in the 1958 film ‘The Lineup’, “The Man” slaps him, and tells him, You’re dead!”. Not a good idea! Eli kicks him through the rail to his death on the ice skating rink below, taking out a skater, as well.
Union Square at Christmas in the 1920’s and in 2014:
Not quite as festive as the 1930’s, but not a bad go at it!
The old Emporium Store, now Bloomingdale’s on Market Street.
Two views of the legendary City of Paris Department Store Christmas tree, from above and below: Neiman Marcus, which took over the location when the old department store was demolished, has an impressive Christmas tree in the same spot where the old rotunda was.
“MAIL EARLY” Yeah, especially if it’s my present! The old Conservatory of Flowers Building in Golden Gate Park in the late 1930’s. This seems like an odd place to advertise this holiday message.
The old Pacific Avenue fire station at Osgood Alley in North Beach, and 18th Street fire station in the Sunset District:
22nd and Mission in the heart of the “Miracle Mile” in the 1950’s: The Rexall is now Popeye’s Chicken, but there’s still a Market where the New Mission Market was.
The Union Square Garage at Christmastime, what Herb Caen used to refer to as a “Sorry / full situation”.
What the “Hyde Street Grip” at Christmastime should look like according to Thomas Kinkade, and what the “Hyde Street Grip” at Christmastime looks like.
Here my mom on the left is on the porch with Frances at the house where she stayed on Anza Street. It’s nice to see that the same door is still there. I think “Foo” was mom’s nickname for herself, but I’m not sure what mom’s calling Frances. I don’t know what became of Frances; I remember in the 1990’s, mom trying to get in touch with her but she was never able to locate her again.
Here they are at Joe DiMaggio’s Restaurant in Fisherman’s Wharf. Love that holding hands bit! DiMaggio’s is now called “Joe’s”.
Mom, on the left with Frances, swimming at Aquatic, and a picture of Alcatraz they took from there:
DiMaggio’s again from the Fisherman’s Wharf Lagoon. I think my mom had a thing for DiMaggio; if he’d have married her instead of Marilyn, I might have been a great ball player!
I’d know where this is even without my mom, photo left of Frances, identifying it!
At the old Sloat Blvd entrance to what used to be called Fleishhacker’s Zoo, (You spelled it wrong, Mom!) now just called the San Francisco Zoo. This entrance is now closed off.
Swimming with Frances in, what was then the largest swimming pool in the world, Fleishhacker’s Pool. The pool has been buried over, and is under the parking lot where the zoo’s main entrance is today.



We’ll begin at 5th and Market. Keep your eye on that fellow with license plate #4867. The building at left center is the Flood Building, one of the few Market Street buildings to survive the 1906 earthquake.
This is 3rd and Market. No traffic cops or streetlights, just “Ready or not, here I come!”
Newspaper row, in front of the old Palace hotel on the right: I love these unsupervised kids darting back and forth in front of the moving cable car. Almost like, “Oh Well, one less mouth to feed.”
As we approach the Ferry Building, our little friend with license plate #4867 is back, almost running down a horse and buggy. Good thing we got his license number!
That daredevil darting in between the moving cable cars works for ‘The People’s Express Company.’ Just the driver to put in charge of your fragile or priceless items!
‘A Trip Down Market Street’ ends at the Ferry Building among dapper gentlemen, a couple of nuns, and one very bored looking Victorian maiden.
