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DeWitt C. Baldwin
Ana Maria P. de Jesus September 19, 1988 Shortly after five the morning of April 18, 1906, I woke up to dress quickly and have an hours practice on the piano. (I was eight years old then and Mother insisted that I practice everyday after school. I did not want to give up my hours in the afternoon for that, so we agreed that instead of practicing the piano after school I would practice in the morning before breakfast. That way I could spend the afternoon playing ball with the boys.) At about five fifteen, I had gotten as far as sitting up with my feet over the side of the bed when totally unexpectedly the house began to shake violently. I heard dishes break from different parts of the house; furnitures moved at the violence of the shock. I ran across the hall to our parlor from which I had heard crockery and glassware falling off a shelf or a glass cabinet. There I saw the upright piano where I was about to practice on. It shifted about a foot and a half away from the wall. (The shake of the earthquake seemed to be from side to side of our house.)
Then I quickly dashed down
the hall to see the effects of the earthquake. I especially wanted to talk
to my parents. My elder sister Helen was awakened by the earthquake,
but she was still in her room. When I saw her I asked her where our parents
and my baby sister were. She hurriedly informed me that Mother grabbed
Virginia and they ran downstairs for safety under the front door.
(Virginia was only six- I was quite excited so I raced to the front windows to look out. There I noticed some people running up and down our street while others were curiously peering out their windows. We all hurried back to our rooms to get dressed. (That must have been a school day or I would not have taken time to wake up early to practice my piano lessons.)
Mother and Father hastily
got breakfast ready. Around quarter of eight we were at our table eating
and talking over immediate plans when suddenly a second fairly strong earthquake
shook the house again. Very soon after the second tremors sirens began
to wail at different directions of the city. This indicated to us that
local fires had started. After breakfast Father left for work. He realized
that he was needed downtown in his office, which was very near the U.S.
Mint building. (At that time my father, Clinton D. Baldwin, was the purchasing
agent for the United Railroads of San Francisco. There seemed to be a strike
in the company and he was then responsible for the food, lodging and other
needs of over 100 strike breakers.) Mother and Helen opted to remain at
home. They spent the morning listening to the verbal reports of neighbors
and other people on the streets sharing their information about on-
As soon as breakfast was
over I requested Mothers permission to go outside our back wooden stairs.
(School had already been called off that time.) I was curious to see the
nearest fire at the corner of 22nd and Mission St. Our house was located
at 931 Dolores Street in the block between the 22nd and 23rd Streets.
As
I ran across Valencia St. going to the Mission St. fire, I noticed on my
left down Valencia St. a small old three- I had hardly gone on to Mission St. when I came across a large crowd watching a huge department store ablaze. I observed how the firemen desperately attempted to bring the fire under control. After surveilling some time and listening to tales from different folks who were there to see the fire, I turned back home and on the way collected information about other fires from distant places in the city.
(These eighty-
Not until mid- (My sister, Helen, and I got along all right, but during that time I was at the point in my life when I wouldnt have anything to do with girls. I was always with boys my age, so, I often left Helen behind. I might have brought her along once or twice, perhaps, during the second day, but most of the time I was out an my own seeking useful information and boyish adventure.) My parents forbade me to go down near the Ferry building or any distant part of the city. They thought it far too dangerous for any boy to be wandering about, but still I was out on the street most of the time. Father was too busy downtown and Mothers hands were to full with the baby to take care of, so I managed to be where the action was.
With boys my own age, I
wandered as far as I dared to explore some destruction sites and get a
view of local fires. In some places there were gaps on the ground. Some
were about one foot to five feet wide narrowing toward the inner earth.
They seemed anywhere from two feet to over twenty- All through the night of the first day great numbers of people were constantly passing by our house evacuating toward the Mission Area. On the second day U.S. soldiers were dispatched to every part of the city to keep peace and order, to prevent looting, and to implement emergency regulations set by the Mayor and the City Council [Board of Supervisors]. On our street alone two soldiers were assigned and they had our orders drawn up. Among them were: Stop looting. Fire at robbers or looters. By the second night another order was added. No lighted candles or matches in a building. (If one wanted a light one had to go out on the streets.) These rules were difficult to follow especially for families with babies or little children. Sometime during that evening Mother felt that she just had to have some warm milk for my baby sister, Virginia, who was just six months old. Cautiously Mother struck a match to light a Sterno. Soon enough an officer knocked at our door and ordered her to "Madam, put out the light and if you do that again I have to shoot you. She protested only to be told that such was the order. The morning of the third day came and many fires were still in progress. Many structures in our neighborhood were destroyed and leveled to the ground such that one could stand at the foot of Market St. and look as far as the eye could see to the east and to the west. By this time fires were still raging to the east of Market St. and toward the Mission area, likewise in several areas reaching toward the Golden Gate Park. Later that day as the fires continued, we were ordered to evacuate our homes and find shelter on the hills. At this point the gravity of the situation began to dawn an me. This is getting serious, I said to myself. The fire had threatened the very place we live. The whole situation set me to thinking of the frailty or the incompleteness of the power of man relative to the power of nature. Our family was very fortunate to be provided with a small market wagon. My father being an officer of the United Railroads of San Francisco, was able to get us what we called a spring wagon to take us and all important possessions on our journey. Hastily Mother packed a small trunk with all the babys needs that we could brings, a few blankets and some provisions. Soon all of us were on the wagon. Going by Valencia St. looking as far as I could see down the road, I watched the flames bursting on both sides meeting each other on the street.
That sight and the knowledge
that soon the flames would reach our home before morning really gave me
serious thoughts about the uncertainty of life. My heart developed sober
seriousness as to what the situation would mean to us and what it had meant
to others. As a boy of eight I had been around the city many times. I was
acquainted with the city and I loved it. San Francisco was really a part
of me and to say good- One of the other sad thoughts I had as we evacuated the city riding an the wagon where Mother had most of the babys needs and our things was this. I began to feel sorry that others did not have the same transportation. I said to myself how did it happened that others did not have the same resource to carry all that they desperately need to take with them. For me as a boy, the seriousness of the fire and all that it meant was gradually flooding my mind. My mind was then filled with genuine concern for others. I felt so desirous to help in whatever way I can.
Two lasting impressions
were imbedded in my mind the third day. As I look beyond Mission St. from
the back stairs of our three- By daybreak of the fourth day folks stirred and started the day with the problem of finding the water for their needs. In the middle of the day a man arrived on horseback to communicate to us the good news from one of the centers of command in the city. We learned that the night before, a decision was reached to dynamite every house on the block ahead of the fire to make it difficult for the flames to spread across the street. Consequently the fire was controlled at the block of the 20th St. and those who lived beyond that block were allowed to go back to their homes. Even so, no match or fire could be lighted in the house until full inspection of its gas pipes and electrical wiring was completed. This meant that those who wanted to cook had to take their cooking equipment out on the streets. What a sight on Dolores St.! All the way down the middle of the street cooking stoves and supplies were lined one after the other. For the thousands of people who had escaped the fire and gone on foot to our part of the city, the military made available provisions, tents, blankets, medicines and food. Father was asked to immediately serve as a member of the city committees and he requisitioned the materials and supplies to provide for the people. Part of his other responsibilities was to order and secure materials for the reconstruction of the cable cars, the electric trolleys and other means of transportation for the city. As a member of the First Methodist Church of San Francisco which was completely burned down, Father became one of the trustees who began to plan for the relocation and rebuilding of the new church.
My parents, especially Father,
were so busy immediately after the earthquake that I hardly had time with
them. A few weeks later Mother suggested that Father ask the owner if he
could rent early the summer cottage in Larkspur since nobody was occupying
it. The owner agreed and we decided to move. That kept me out of the city
weeks after the earthquake. So I was not in the city during the reconstruction
period.
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