JULY 1973 TIME CAPSULE OF MY FATHER


Here's my dad, probably at the Redondo Beach place, with a book - typical. My parents were extremely talented and brilliant folks, and even so, to my great regret, I was unable to bring myself to write a memorial for the local paper in Santa Cruz when my father passed on. Therefore, in the coming autobiographical book here we'll see a lot of my folks and their folks. These very personal pictures of my dad (in a period "lost" to my mother, thousands of miles of distance and difference between them at that point) show a pre-Watergate, pre-aids world of promise and hope. What bit of hope was left then for a hippified old-timey, more earth-connected existence.

"Dining area/ kitchen"

I love how much is going on in this picture, it's quite dense.
EDITOR'S NOTE: another picture from this sequence was later recovered and will hopefully be added in soon.

I like the macrame' on the wall...all the little details.


(this looks so fun!)

(Wonderful shot- great sketchy dwelling, look at the pitch of that gorge! What a nutty place to build. You can't get away with houses like this very many places if anywhere these days.)

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