Showing posts with label La Nostra Costa;Davenport. Show all posts
Showing posts with label La Nostra Costa;Davenport. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

MEMORIAL DAY - La Costa E La Guerra - Marvin Del Chiaro




IVANO SAYS: In 'La Nostra Costa', I have a whole chapter on the Coast and WWII. In fact in an end note (p.54) I mention the all Black 54th Coastal Artillery Battalion that guarded the Coast during this time period. In a reminder letter regarding the special ceremony in Santa Cruz honoring the Battalion, Retired US Army Colonel, Marvin gives some special insights about the Unit. Thought you might like to read it.


To: Undisclosed recipients:

Hi everyone, and especially former members of the old 422nd MP Co., (PCS).

I'm sure most of you are well aware of the upcoming ceremonies, but just in case:

Do you remember our First Sgt. in the 1960's, at the 422nd, Russell Dawson? He's now 93, and will be honored, along with another former member of the 54th, down at the Santa Cruz Lighthouse on West Cliff Drive on this Wednesday, Veterans Day, at 1000 hrs. (see Ramona Turner's article in Monday's Santa Cruz Sentinel for more details). If you can't find the link, email me, and I'll send you further information on the article. It was on the front page of the Xtra section of the Sentinel.

If you can make it, come by, and then join us for a lite lunch and video presentation by Chuck Woodson, at the Veterans Hall down by the old Post Office in Santa Cruz. Sam Farr and Bill Monning and other local dignitaries plan to be there. It should be quite an impressive ceremony, especially for those of us who remember the air raid drills, the "blackouts", the maneuvers, and the sandbagged trenches and gun emplacements along West Cliff Dr. during WWII.

The unit has a special place in the hearts of my family members, as part of the unit had a bivouac site located on/adjacent to my grandfather's (Ferrari) cattle ranch in Davenport, and for years after the war, you could still see the old latrine building and other temporary camp structures on the right side of the "old road", north of the cement plant and New Town, and just a few yards south of our "cheese room" building, which is still standing today, I believe, the one with the cupola.

Many of these young men (unit members) established quite a wonderful and lasting friendship with my family, and came over and played cards at night, and exchanged food from their mess hall for fresh eggs, milk and cheese from my grandfather's ranch/dairy. Members of the unit affectionately called my grandparents "Papa" and "Mama", and returned to visit them after the war.

Marv

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

OFFICIAL NOTICE: DAVENPORT/COAST ROAD REUNION - SUN. AUG. 30, 2009













































Hi Folks!!!

If you haven't already heard....

It's time again for the...Davenport / Coast Road 2009 Reunion...!!! So plan to join us on -- Sunday, August 30, 2009 -- for some good food -- lots of great memories and simply to have a good time!!! -- see below for full details! Also flyer attached.

Please feel free to pass this information on to others who may be interested!

We're looking forward to seeing all of you...so come for the fun!!!

All the best,

The Committee!

*FYI...After expenses, proceeds are donated towards projects that benefit the Davenport Community!


DAVENPORT / COAST ROAD 2009 REUNION

SUNDAY, AUGUST 30, 2009

LAGUNA STYLE BARBECUE at HARVEY WEST PARK with MUSIC, COUNTRY STORE & RAFFLE!!!

We invite you to join us for our 17th Bi-annual get-together of Davenport, Coast Road, Newtown, Swanton, and Bonny Doon residents, former residents and guests ~ all are welcome!!!

PROGRAM: 11:00 am to 12:30 pm – Check in & visit with old friends
12:30 pm to 2:30 pm – BBQ: Steak or chicken, beans, green salad,
garlic bread, coffee & dessert
Soda, wine & beer will also be available

THE COMMITTEE


Joe Aliberti Teresa Bertolli Darling, Treasurer Richard Dietz
831-438-0563 831-423-2766 831-423-4521
email: teresandarling@aol.com

Cindy Olimpio Escobar Rico Della Santina 831-423-4969; email: mscindylou2002@yahoo.com 831-426-6463

Patty Morelli Stephanie Raugust Rosa Radicchi
831-438-8789 831-423-8566 831-460-0545
email: pattymorelli@rocketmail.com email: raugusts@sbcglobal.net email: radicchi@aol.com


Share your Memories!!! We want to hear your stories! Do you have a favorite story or memory to share? If so, please write a one- or two-page story, provide a picture if you like ~ and mail or email it to us by August 25th and we’ll add it to the “Memory Book”. This book will be for us, as well as future generations to enjoy! If you have questions or if you have any difficulty writing, please call us at 831-460-0545; we’ll be happy to answer your questions or help you write your story!


DEADLINE TO ORDER TICKETS IS AUGUST 15, 2009
Make checks payable to: D.C.R.R. 2009

Please enclose a STAMPED SELF-ADDRESSED ENVELOPE for return of tickets and mail to:

TERESA DARLING, TREASURER – 411 ALTA VISTA DR. – SANTA CRUZ, CA 95060
After expenses, proceeds will be donated towards projects that benefit the Davenport community.

ORDER FORM FOR TICKETS

NAME_________________________________________ADDRESS_______________________________________________

PHONE ( )____________________________ EMAIL ADDRESS ______________________________________

Ticket Price: $16.00 for steak; $14.00 for chicken Amount enclosed: $____________________
$5.00 per children under 12

# Steaks ________ # Chicken ________ # Children _______ Total Number of Reservations: _____________

If you are requesting tickets for others, please list names in your party:

1._________________________________________________2.___________________________________________________

3._________________________________________________4.___________________________________________________

5._________________________________________________6.___________________________________________________
(If needed, please use the back of this form for additional names.)

Sorry, I/We will not be able to attend, but enclosed is my/our donation: $________________

Note: Are you interested in helping with the reunion or volunteering your services?
If so, please call us at 831-460-0545 ~ We invite you to join us!

Rosa



Sunday, August 02, 2009

DAVENPORT/COAST ROAD REUNION BBQ - 2009

DAVENPORT / COAST ROAD - 2009 REUNION SUNDAY, AUGUST 30, HARVEY WEST PARK, SANTA CRUZ. LAGUNA STYLE BARBECUE with MUSIC, COUNTRY STORE & RAFFLE!!!We invite you to join us for our 17th Bi-annual get-together of Davenport, Coast Road, Newtown, Swanton, and Bonny Doon residents, former residents and guests ~ all are welcome!!! PROGRAM: 11:00 am to 12:30 pm – Check in & visit with old friends; 12:30 pm to 2:30 pm – BBQ: Steak or chicken, beans, green salad,garlic bread, coffee & dessert. Soda, wine & beer will also be available.
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ORDER FORM FOR TICKETS
NAME:______________________________________
ADDRESS:_________________________________________
PHONE: ( )_________________
EMAIL:_______________________
Ticket Price: $16.00 for steak; $14.00 for chicken
$5.00 per children under 12
#Steaks___ #Chicken____ #Children___
Total Number of Reservations______
Amount enclosed: $ _______
Mail with self stamped returned envelope to:
THERESA DARLING TREASURER
411 ALTA VISTA DRIVE
SANTA CRUZ, CA 95060

Friday, September 19, 2008

THE KING OF JORDAN VISITS THE WHALE CITY BAKERY - DAVENPORT, CA

---- THE ORIGINAL DAVENPORT BAKERY------
Mary and Gilbert Caiocca standing on the corner of Coast Hwy 1 and Ocean Ave, where the Whale City Bakery is now located, c.1945. Photo courtesy of Dave Scott, William Caiocca's stepson.*






Patty Morelli (left) and LaNorma in front of the Whale City Bakery.
(Photo courtesy of La Norma.)





Patty (left) and Whale City Bakery Official King Greeter (OKG) Amy . ['Clicca' on photos to view enlarged image.] Photo courtesy of LaNorma.




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THE FOLLOWING ARTICLE WAS DERIVED FROM INFORMATION PROVIDED ME BY LaNORMA:


Towards the end of summer and early fall last year (2007) – the King of Jordan (Abdulla II) and his wife (Queen Rania) were visiting San Francisco. Since the King’s next stop was to be in Monterey, he decided to ride down the Coast on a Harley Motorcycle. Off he went with his entourage of bodyguards, etc. (some riding in passenger cars, others on motorcycles of their own) down Coast Hwy 1, passed ‘Haffa Moom Bay’ passed Pescadero, passed "La Slida" and onto Davenport. At which point, as many of us who have taken a similar trip down “la costa” have experienced, His Majesty (on the left in photo) needed a break from the long ride.

As providence would have it, the King commanded his entourage to stop at the Whale City Bakery for a much needed restroom and refreshment stop. The owner Emad Ayad was not there, however; his Official King Greeter (OKG) Amy was. The bodyguards, wanting to make sure that security was in place for this most necessary stop, came in first. They made contact with OKG Amy and told her that the King of Jordan was about to enter her historic establishment and most seriously wanted to use the restroom. OKG Amy then led the bodyguards to the sole bathroom in the Bakery. After a thorough inspection of the rest room and establishment, the King was given the “go ahead” to enter the Bakery.

Apparently, OKG Amy made such an impression with the bodyguards, that they established a friendly rapport with her. This was especially true when she informed them that Mrs. Ayad (wife of the owner) was originally from Jordan.

As a gesture of good will and unbeknown to the His Majesty, OKG Amy gave the bodyguards a big apple pie for the group to injoy when in Monterey. The bodyguards thanked OKG Amy and along with the King continued on their way to the City of Monterey.

When the King and his entourage subsequently arrived at their hotel, the bodyguards in the presence of their King brought out the apple pie. Being surprised by having such a delicious pie in his presence, the King asked the body guards where they had obtained such a delicious morsel . (As we all know, what Kings want to know, Kings will always get to know.) The bodyguards promptly informed His Majesty that OKG Amy at Whalers (Whale City Bakery) had given it to them as a gift.

Whereupon, the King reminded his bodyguards that it is the custom of their culture to always acknowledge a gift and thus they were obligated to reciprocate with a gift of their own. He commanded the bodyguards to immediately to go back with a gift. Promptly obeying the King’s command, two of the bodyguards drove all the way back to Davenport with a gift from the King of Jordan.

Much to the surprise of OKG Amy, the King’s gift was a very expensive watch, with the official insignia of Jordan. (LaNorma actually saw it and describes the watch as: “Gorgeous and awsome".)


And now for the moral to this story which is: "If you happen to own a restaurant in Davenport (or anywhere 'su per la costa' for that matter) make sure that you hire and Official King Greeter. When nature comes a-calling, one never knows who might drop in."

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*The Whale City Bakery was originally known as ‘The Davenport Bakery’ and was owned by the Caiocca’s, Gilbert, Mary, William and Leo. It was later purchased by the Morelli’s (Patty’s mother and father) and re-named the Miramar.

After her own hotel ( Hotel D’Italia) in Davenport, was destroyed by fire (1945), my Godmother Pina Micossi entered into partnership with the Caioccas and then continued on, for a time, with the Morelli’s. Thus, the Davenport Bakery, Miramar, and presently the Whale City Bakery has some serious “La Nostra Costa” history behind it.

Thank you very much for your visit, Your Majesty.

Ivano Franco Comelli is the author of “La Nostra Costa” (Our Coast), published by Authorhouse (2006): http://www.authorhouse.com/





Wednesday, July 02, 2008

THE STORY OF 'BONZO' DA DEERHEAD

Charlie Bella's Ocean View Hotel in Davenport (c 1950)

Mac's Office in Wyoming (Photo courtsey of Patty and Mac Morelli)

Hello, Ivano...



I thought you might want to put this on the 'blagga'. Some people may remember the story.
This story started many, many years ago when my brother, Mac Morelli, Jr., was a teen and worked summers and weekends in the woods with our Dad (Mac Morelli) and uncles Elmer (cat skinner) and Lewis (faller and choker setter) Morelli. One day, our Uncle Elmer killed a deer while working in the woods. Mac had such strong memories of the whole thing that he has always hoped that the deer head might eventually be passed on to him. About two months ago, Aunt Donna, Elmer's wife, passed away. (Uncle Elmer passed about 10 years before.) She left the mounted deer head, named Bonzo, to Mac.....at our Uncle Elmer's request. Aunt Donna's daughter, Sue, and I worked together to get 'Bonzo' to Mac, who is now living in Wyoming with his wife, Holly.

The e-mail below is Mac's thank you for our efforts in getting the deer head to him. I've attached a picture which shows where he hung 'Bonzo'.....Read on.

Patty (Morelli)

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Hi everyone,
I would like to thank you all for getting Bonzo to me. Patty did a great job in shipping him here. This is the story of Bonzo as I know it:



Elmer (Morelli) was working with our Dad (Mac Morelli, Sr.) logging up Gazos Creek in San Mateo County. The year was either 1953-1954. Elmer always carried a 32 special rifle on the cat with him and one day he was building road when Bonzo jumped up and out from behind some brush. Elmer jumped off the cat and onto a stump and had a chance for one shot and luckily hit the deer in the neck. Dad paid to have the deer head stuffed and in the late fifties he was displayed on the wall of Charlie Bella's Bar at the Ocean View Hotel in Davenport. I think that's when they named him Bonzo.

He was a magnificent animal. The normal coastal black tail deer field dressed @ 100 lbs. and a big buck would be 120lbs; Bonzo field dressed @ 172 lbs. (they weighed him at the old Linda Vista butcher shop on Mission St.) Bonzo's heavy weight was attributed to eating flax which was grown in the area at that time. I had a small picture of Elmer with the buck in the back of a pickup but I'm afraid the photo got lost in our moving. I still have the rifle which was our dad's, a pretty Winchester 32 special with an octagon barrel, which I will hang under Bonzo. I included a couple of pictures of him on the wall of my shop/office. I'm so proud to have him even though he has aged and does look to be at least 54 years old.




Thanks again all; have a great weekend.
Mac (Morelli)


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Thanks Mac and Patty. Patty as you know the LNostra-Costa Blagga is dedicated to keeping the memories of 'La Costa' alive. It's stories like this that do exactly that. Please keep them coming. ivn0
HOME: www.nostra-costa.blogspot.com

Monday, April 21, 2008

DAVENPORT JAIL: PHOTOS PLEASE




I RECEIVED THE FOLLOWING REQUEST FROM 'LNOSTRA-COSTA' HISTORIAN

ALVERDA ORLANDO:

Hello Ivan
I am looking for photos of the Davenport jail taken between 1910 and 1945. We are trying to restore it to its original condition. That has become a small controversy because no one really knows what the original was like. It has been "repaired" many times. In particular we need a good photo of the door.
Could you send out an SOS to your contacts to see if anyone took a photo of the jail, maybe with Aunt Mary or little Gino standing in front of it. We can deduce quite a bit from even a snapshot.
Thank you
Alverda

The article below article and the photo above was borrowed from the following website: www.cruzio.com/-scva/davenjail.html


The Davenport Jail Museum

2 Davenport Avenue Davenport, CA 95017 Voice: (831) 429-1964
The Davenport Jail Museum is administered by the Santa Cruz Museum of Art and History.
Hours: Weekends, 10 am - 2 pm, and by appointment.

Built in 1914, this two-cell county jail was used only once before being abandoned in 1936. Fifty years later it was given a new purpose when it was converted into a museum of North Coast history in 1987. Its intriguing permanent exhibition explores aspects of the North Coast story such as native settlements, the natural environment, major industries, early families, and community life. Davenport Jail is listed on the National Register of Historic Places.
The town of Davenport is 11 miles north of Santa Cruz on Highway 1. The Jail Museum is next to the Davenport Cash Store.
Santa Cruz Visual Arts
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SPEAKING OF DAVENPORT HISTORY,ETC: Last Saturday, April 19, was the 62 Anniversary of Joe 'Pino' Brovia's ("The Davenport Destroyer') mighty homerun at Seal Stadium. In "La Nostra Costa" I write the following regarding the event:
".............Jim Sargent, in his excellent article on Pino, credits him with hitting the longest home run in the history of Seal Stadium.* Estimates had the ball traveling some 560 feet, up and over the center field wall. (Unknown to me at the time , Pino's "blast" occurred on my ninth birthday, April 19,1946.) Because of its significance, a star was place at the top of the wall marking the spot where the ball had left the stadium. After arriving in San Francisco circa 1958, Willie Mays, the legendary center fielder for the Giants, was alleged to have said of Pino's home run. "Hey, that's a five-dollar ride in a taxicab. (Five dollars took you a long way in 1958.)**
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*Mr. Sargent's article,dated 9/1/2001, appeared on the website:
**"La Nostra Costa (Our Coast), page 120, copyrighted by Ivano Franco Comelli, and published by Authorhouse: http://www.authorhouse.com/

Friday, February 08, 2008

THE FAMILY QUILICI BY NANCY (QUILICI) JACOBS









IVANO SAYS: NANCY (QUILICI)JACOBS WAS BORN AND RAISED ON A RANCIO "SU PER LA COSTA".
SHE IS IN THE PROCESS OF WRITING THE STORY OF THE QUILICI-JACOB FAMILIES. WHAT FOLLOWS BELOW SHOULD GIVE YOU A HINT OF WHAT IS YET TO COME.

PHOTOS: ALL PHOTOS APPEARING ABOVE ARE COPYRIGHTED;ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: COURTESY OF NANCY (GUILICI) JACOBS. TOP PHOTO: ALESSANDRO QUILICI (FATHER) IN ITAY 1925. PHOTO SECOND FROM THE TOP: PIA MARIE DIANDO QUILICI (MOTHER) IN ITALY 1925. PHOTO THIRD FROM THE TOP: PIA MARIE DIANDO QUILICI IN SANTA CRUZ 1960. PHOTO FOURTH FROM THE TOP: GUILIANO QUILICI (BROTHER) US ARMY 1940S. PHOTO FIFTH FROM THE TOP: NANCY QUILICI, HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATION,SANTA CRUZ 1960S. PHOTO SECOND FROM THE BOTTOM: DONALD LEE JACOBS AND NANCY QUILICI, WEDDING DAY 1960S. AND BOTTOM PHOTO: PIOLET DONALD LEE JACOBS,59TH STRATEGIC AIR COMMAND, FLYING HIS T-116 JET AIRPLANE,'BANSHEE', KOREA 1952. DONALD LEE JACOBS WAS A VETERAN OF OVER 100 COMBAT MISSIONS AND WAS WOUNDED OVER KOREA.




The Family Quilici

If one digs and digs one comes up with a Roman family that during Roman times moved from Rome to Pompeii and then north again and finally travelling to Lucca where they settled and stayed.

In Lucca,Italy, the family was awarded a Coat of Arms for their accomplishments.

At some point the family must have fallen on hard times. I suspect because the church wanted the families to have children and not practice birth control. I know this because my great grandmother had a fight with the church over this subject. She just wanted two or less children.

In the 1900's the family started to emigrate to America. At this time they were living in San Pietro a Vico, Italy. There were four brothers. Two of the brothers emigrated. Their father was already in America. The two brothers were Joe and Pete.
The youngest brother was Alessandro Quilici. In 1916 he sailed to America and settled near Fort Churchill with his brother Pete.

In the early 1920's Alessandro sold his share of the ranch to his brothers and went home to Italy. There he married Pia Maria Dianda of Lucca. The first born child died. But they had three more children who lived, Mario, Giuliano and Giuliana.

Pia Maria was left in Italy with the three chidren. Alessandro went back to America settling in Davenport, California. There he farmed the Modelo ranch with Modelo and then moved across Scott Creek to the Foothill Ranch and farmed there. Louis Poletti was his partner, possible part owner or full owner. My mother was a white widow which means that she was without her husband from 1926 to 1935. In 1935 Pia Maria boarded the ship Rex with her three children and landed in New York where her brother drove her acrosss the country in what I believe was a Hupmobile car. The family was taken to the Modelo Ranch. My mother did not like America at first but later loved it.

I was born in Davenport in the 1940's. My brothers and sister were more like parents than siblings. I was born Feb 17. My mother said that I was born at 1 a.m. and that they had to drive to Santa Cruz during one of the stormiest nights for me to be born. So I am a stormy weather baby!

I grew up around these things:

My father checking the dam's water level, my dad checking the water pump at Scott's Creek and my dad checking the stability of the bridge at Scotts Creek. My brother Giuliano and I driving to the Big Ranch to get hay. I loved this. I would put on my over alls and go. His name for me was Butch. My brother used to take me to the Lombardi Ranch which was not far from our own and she would serve the most delicious pudding with fresh cream and strawberries. After all these years I can still taste it! It was good! But now if you drive there there is nothing where there used to be a two story white house with a picket fence, a barn and cows.

My brother Giuliano was in WW11 and his military branch of service is ironic and has to do with La Liberte. When I write the book you will see what I am talking about!
My dad taking me to the Cash Store in Davenport and Charlie Bella's and to Louis Poletti's office. My mother cooking and cooking and cooking and washing and cleaning. Every now and then if she was happy she would sing the Italian stornelli or Italian folk songs.

On Saturday we would often go to town and I would go to a movie matinee. I remember watching numerous John Payne movies at the old Santa Cruz theatre.

I liked the barn and the horses and spent a lot of time with them but I also liked to hike to the top level of the ranch which I did on a regular basis. I loved to read and one of the first books that I read was Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson. I was also a little daydreamer which sometimes got me into trouble but may have also led me to my husband.

My first experience with school was when I attended Pacific School in Davenport, California. The teachers were Mrs. Thompson and Mrs Embree. At first, I did not like school but later I came to love going and learning and they could not keep me away.
It was a small school with two rooms. It tended to be windy and cold and foggy at the school. The students were from diverse backgrounds. I can remember Paul Della Santina and Antonette Stagi. I know that they were Italian. All the teaching was done in the old fashioned way. The alphabet was up above the chalk board and if a student misspelled a word they had to correct it by writing it ten times. I loved to read and kept reading and reading and reading.

Eleanor Gregory was one of my little friends as was Rosanne Franklin and her brother John Franklin.

I liked to play with the tether ball or sometimes the "teeter totter". I can still see Mrs. Thompson eating her lunch which consisted of a sandwich and an apple and whatever she had in her thermos.

My mother never had to worry about me because at a very young age I hated alcohol and cigarettes etc., but I liked to eat. I have always had a weight problem. So, all my life I have had to watch what I eat. Absolutely hate alcohol. For me the worst was "grappa" because I think it must be 98% alcohol. The adults would talk about it as if it was something special. I sneaked a peek and a small taste on my little finger when I was little. It made me feel queasy. It made no sense to me to drink something that would make you sick. EVEN AS A SMALL CHILD Nancy did not do what Nancy did not want to do! Period, Period Period! I kept to myself and tended to be very quiet.

In high school I did like to play tennis and I liked to walk for miles and miles and miles. I loved a gentle wind. On a walk like that I was in heaven!
On the ranch we had large ceramic containers filled with brine for curing olives which was another sort of distasteful thing to me. I did like the olive oil. We always bought in large quantities. I am not sure of the man who came to the ranch to sell the olive oil. His name may have been Martinelli. Panattone, the peddler also came to the ranch. That was a big event because we always needed something. I still have a black shawl that my mother bought to go to a funeral. She wanted solid black but he did not have a solid black one. He was sold out so she had to get one with gold threads sparsely mixed in. Our ranch was one of the last on his route from Santa Cruz. We were a good ten miles north of Santa Cruz!


I loved the ranch because it was so unspoiled and so unbelievably simple and beautiful. I loved exploring the abandoned barn on the third tier of the ranch. Maybe that is why to this day antiques fascinate me because they have a story to tell.


In 1955 it all came to an end. We moved to Santa Cruz. I helped design the house. I don't know why but my mother decided I should have a say in it but I did. This was ironic because when my brother died in 2002 he left me the house and I redesigned it again. I do not know what got into me but I decided to make it a sexier house using color and curves which it already had. For 1955 it must have been an impressive house because it actually impresses me today as well. George Wilson was the builder. Originally, it had wood roof shingles but someone took them off along the way and it now has asphalt tile shingles.

ABOUT ME:
I attended Santa Cruz high School, my Davenport friend there was John Franklin
I attended Cabrillo College, my friends there were and still are: Larry Wallace, Judy Nielsen and Sandy Mundt
I attended San Jose State
I attended Monterey Peninsula College, my friend is Marilyn Vassallo
I used the knowledge from Monterey Peninsula College the most
I studied art, design, law, and real estate. I have a real estate license which I maintain by doing continuing education classes.

I married Lt. Donald L. Jacobs, Navy pilot who received his wings at Pensacola, Florida and his master's degree from Art Center College of Design in Pasadena. He was from Cheyenne, Wyoming. When we met our relationship was 98% Bridges at Toko Ri and 2% Duel in the Sun.

My husband's friends were
Col. Robert F. Overmeyer, pilot astronaut of the space ship Columbia
Rear Admiral Shumaker, not sure of name spelling but the one who wrote a book about the Hanoi Hilton, Rear Admiral West, numerous other Rear Admirals, Commanders etc.
Eldon Dedini, Cartoonist for Playboy magazine
Gus Arrioloa, Cartoonist
Hank Ketcham, Cartoonist
James Watts, police Chief/Captain, Pacific Grove retired.

My husband and I both met Alex Haley briefly in Los Angeles. He wrote Roots.
I briefly met Kesey who wrote One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest in Santa Cruz in the 1960's.

My friend was Virginia Conroy, Eldon Dedini's wife for whom I posed and she did a painting of me. A "talking to friend" was Jeremy Slate.

Five years after my husband died I met Retired Navy Commander Rene Gonzales with whom I had a friend relationship, it could not be more, because, he too, was diagnosed with cancer. We met Cinco De Mayo 1995 and he was dead September 1996.
I would like to comment that the whole decade of the 1990's was spent with people who eventually died of cancer. I decided that the Good Lord was trying to tell me something and so I have been single ever since!

Life has taken me back to my beginning which I loved the most next to my husband! I don't know why. Maybe because one finds a simple truth in being close to the earth and caring for one's family.
Now, I would like to write a book, enjoy life, listen to Italian music and spend more time in Santa Cruz where I have new and very interesting friends from "La Costa".

Monday, February 04, 2008

VALENTINE'S DAY SPECIAL



PHOTO: FRANK AND ROZINA MODOLO,AMICI DELLA COSTA, ("La Nostra Costa":P.356) ON THEIR WEDDING DAY, C.1920. (Courtesy of Antoinetta (Modolo) Jellison).


Dear Friends:


In honor of Valentine's Day, we present the
romantic comedy,
Casomai (If by Chance) , directed by Alessandro
D'Alatri (2002). Below are the details.
We hope to see you all there with your loved ones!!
Ciao,
Dante

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ITALIAN FILM SERIES
Held under the auspices of Istituto Italiano di
Cultura, San Francisco
All films have English subtitles.

Sunday, February 10, 2008, 7:00 PM

The Veteran's Hall,
846 Front St, Santa Cruz

Casomai
(If by Chance)
Directed by Alessandro D'Alatri (2002)

In honor of Valentine's Day, a film all about love and
marriage; part romantic comedy and part social
commentary. Stefania (Stefania Rocca) and Tommaso
(Fabio Volo) want to have a special wedding. At
Stefania's childhood church they meet a priest who
rises to the challenge. The film transports the viewer
through the beauty of love but also the darker
challenges of marriage: the potential loss of
togetherness, temptations, interference of others. An
entertaining and meaningful look at modern Italy
through the eyes of sophisticated, urban Thirty
Somethings. 114 minutes. In Italian with English
subtitles.




Dante Alighieri Society Santa Cruz
P.O. BOX 4253
Santa Cruz, CA 95063
Contact # (831) 423-3900
Email: dantesantacruz@sbcglobal.net
Website: www.folkplanet.com/dante

Saturday, December 29, 2007

DAVENPORT - A MOMENT IN TIME



IVANO SAYS: I AM RE-PUBLISHING THIS ARTICLE BY PATTY MORELLI BECAUSE (1) I THINK IT IS VERY WELL WRITTEN DESERVING A SECOND LOOK, AND (2)I RECEIVED A PHOTO OF THE CASH STORE PHOTO (ABOVE)FROM LEN KLEMPNAUER, FORMER SANTA CRUZ SENTINEL REPORTER. THE PHOTO ADDS DRAMATIC EFFECT TO PATTY'S ARTICLE. (FOR PHOTO CREDITS SEE COMMENTS BY LEN KLEMPNAUER.)



Patty Morelli grew up in Davenport. In fact she and her family lived in New Town, in the very same house were my parents lived when I was first born. Maybe our urge to write about Davenport and "La Costa" can be traced back to that house on First Street. Thanks for the memories, Patty.






A Moment In Time In Davenport
By Patty Morelli

I have so many wonderful experiences to share about my childhood in Davenport. Both my Mom, Evelyn Collins, and my Dad, Mac Morelli, grew up in Davenport. Their parents (Gilda Bertacca and Tony Collins; Tootsie Morelli and Violet Dingwall) lived much of their lives in Davenport, as well. So, as a result, I grew up with quite a legacy of ‘stories’. And, of course, I have a bunch of my own.

I lived in Davenport until I was 13 years old, and then we moved to Santa Cruz. I remember very well the day we left. It was the day after Easter vacation started in 1953. We had stuffed the last of our boxed up belongings between my 2 sisters, Margo and Carole, in the back seat of our old Chevy. My brother Macie and I climbed halfheartedly into the front seat. My Mom was driving and I could see she was eager for this move. She’d been a Davenport girl since she was 3 years old and now she was starting a new life ‘in the big city’. As we pulled away from our house on First Street in Newtown, she chatted happily, creating wonderful scenarios of times to come. I remember feeling quiet and depressed.

I loved my little town and now that the car was moving, I suddenly felt the consequences of not living there. It dawned on me that I would no longer see Pacific School and my teachers, Mrs. Emery and Mrs. Thompson. Even more, I would miss becoming the long awaited upperclassman of the school and graduating from 8th grade with my classmates.

As we continued down the road past the Cement Plant, more thoughts came rushing. I realized I would never again climb up into the tree house my brother and I built in the dusty eucalyptus trees near the railroad tracks. We loved sitting in the safety of “our fort” while the huge, black train engine would slowly puff beneath us as it pulled filled boxcars from the Cement Plant.

I probably would never again see Lenny Domenicelli’s horses, Pal and Babe, who were corralled near our home. My brother, Macie, my sister, Margo, and I would pet them, feed them rich green weeds that we pulled from the fields, and then finally chase them and each other all over the hillside.

I would miss seeing Georgie Mungai, my very first crush. My Dad bartended at the Ocean View Hotel and we would often stop by with our Mom to visit. Once in awhile, Georgie would drop in and my heart would skip a beat…… my brother , Macie, would tease me and call out “Georgie….Patty loves you!” And I would hit him.

I thought about Catechism class at St. Vincent de Paul’s Church and wondered where I would go for Catechism in Santa Cruz. I thought of many other things.

While my head raced with anxious worries, there whorled in the background the sound of sirens. By this time we had moved onto Highway 1 and were approaching Gregory’s Gas Station. Suddenly, in the distance, I saw smoke on the left hand side of the Highway. My Mom slowed down, and just as we approached the Davenport Cash Store it became evident that it was on fire. I remember having this great feeling of panic and I begged my Mom to stop, to pull over. But we couldn’t stop, she explained, because we had to meet the landlord at our new house, and we were running late. “Don’t worry, honey” she said. “They’ll rebuild it. Davenport can’t be without a grocery store.”

Somehow that didn’t appease me. I knew it didn’t matter, even if they did build a new store. I knew it would never be the same…..not the old Cash Store with its oiled floors, its glass display cases, its hanging sticks of salami and white balls of cheese, and its gasoline pumps outside with the small windows that whirled gas as it was being pumped into waiting cars. As we continued on we kids turned around in our seats and watched through the car‘s rear window as smoke and flames billowed out of the roof of the building. My heart sank. We continued down the Highway towards Santa Cruz in silence and soon we no longer could see the smoke, the hills had gotten in the way. We turned in our seats then and focused on the road ahead. Still no one spoke.

It was a time of transition for us as a family and a long period of ‘breaking away’ for me. I was becoming a teen-ager, yet I wanted so badly to hang onto my childhood. Who wouldn’t want to? I felt so protected in Davenport. I knew everyone and everyone knew me. I had the whole countryside as my playground, and the bright blue sky and the sparkling gray-blue ocean for my times of wonder. Never mind the cement dust that caked our sidewalks and coated our cars. Never mind the wind that fluffed my curly hair into a halo of fuzz around my face. Never mind that we didn’t have a movie house or television reception and that there were no Boys Scout or Brownie Troops. My best friends and favorite playmates were my brother and sisters and we pretty much covered it all. We caught frogs in the small ponds near the railroad tracks; we played pirates and fought bravely with our swords made of wild carrot stalks; we ate sprouts and artichokes fresh picked while we played in the fields….much to our Mother’s disapproval; we were delighted with 10 cents worth of penny candy as a reward for ‘just being good’.

I survived the move, but it took a long time, or what felt to be a long time. I slowly learned ’to be a lady’ and gave up my Tom Boy ways. I adapted to my classroom with as many kids in it as were in the whole of Pacific School in Davenport. I found new friends while my brother went on to play Little League and my sisters joined the Brownies. But, for me, I will never forget my childhood in Davenport. I will never forget who I was when we lived there. Come to think of it, I wouldn’t want to.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

CARABINIERE - "THE GHOST WHO WALKED"


In my book "La Nostra Costa" (Our Coast) I sometimes refer to those "Ghosts of the Coast". Well here is a story of one "ghost" who may have actually walked away from his grave.

Many readers have asked question about the "Gentle Giant" who appears on the front cover of the book. His name was Francesco Bragazzi, better know "su per la costa", as "Carabiniere". Carabiniere, who was part-owner of the Hotel D'Italia in Davenport, died in 1945. According to my father's God-daughter, Thelma (Micossi) Gill and her cousin Rina Micossi, Carabiniere was buried at the the Holy Cross Cemetery in Santa Cruz, California. Thelma, who was a teenager at the time, clearly remembers the funeral (she states that a special coffin had to be ordered because of Carabiniere's "gigantic" size). She remembers the exact spot where Francesco was buried, not too far from where her father, Frank Micossi is buried. Yet if you go to the cemetery today there is no marker for a Francesco Bragazzi. The records of the cemetery (according to Ed Patrone, Operating Manger) do not contain any indications that a Francesco Bragazzi was ever buried at the Cemetery.

What ever happen to Carabiniere? Did he simply get restless and decided to take a stroll. Thelma insists that he is still there and that another body was mistakenly buried over his grave. If so the cemetery records to not acknowledge this.

One explanation was told to me by Bill Sarrow, an "amico della costa", who is married to Gloria Bella, daughter of Charlie and Carmelina Bella, once owners of the Ocean View Hotel, which also was located in Davenport. (Both Hotels, Ocean View and Hotel D'Italia, were later consumed by fire, and are no longer there.)

At the last Davenport/Coast Road Reunion, I happened to show Bill the cover of my book. He immediatey exclaimed, "I know that man! He is the guy with the missing body!" He then went on to say that he once saw an aritcle in a magazine entitled, "The Man With the Missing Body".
According to Bill the aritcle was about Carabiniere. The explanation given in that article, according to Bill, was that Francesco Bragazzi's body was donated to a university for medical research. It was believed by some the Carabiniere suffered from gigantism, (excessive growth of the body as a result of oversecretion of the pituitary growth hormone).

If so, Carabiniere's body must have been exhumed. Why is there no record of this in Ed Patrone's records.? Certainly persons close to Carabiniere, such as Thelma and Rina, would have some knowledge of this.

Bill Sarrow's explanation certainly seems plausible. However; Thelma and Rina insist that the body is still there buried under someone elses grave. On the other hand, Carabiniere might have just got up one night and simply "walked away." In life he was an amazing man. Whose to say that this very special man couldn't do it? IvnO