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My grandmother was a true classic.

She didn’t want to be called Grandma. Her name was Barbara, but I couldn’t pronounce it properly as a child. So, she became “Baba.” She died when I was very little so I never got to know her as well as I would have wished. But my Mom shares with me the memory of Baba taking her and her sister to San Francisco for the day. In the early 1950’s, the city was a much fancier place, so they would get dressed up in their nicest clothes and take the F train across the single-story Bay Bridge from Berkeley, where they lived.

They would go shopping at Macy’s and get ice cream sundays at Bloom’s in the basement.

After exploring the city, they would finish their day at the Top of the Mark with a dinner overlooking the entire city.

This simple story means so much to me because San Francisco will always have a piece of my heart. I lived there for five years and I consider it my second home. There’s a piece of Baba there too, and a piece of our family legacy. ~ shared by @sarah_inpursuit

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“Human beings need to tell stories. Stories are not simply nice things to have; they are essential survival tools. And yes, the stories we tell ourselves are just as important as the stories we tell other people.” -Hugh MacLeod

Meet my great-grand-uncles, John and Patrick Murray.

In 1886, John (left) sold some of their father’s cattle and ran off to New York City with the money. He opened Murray’s Hotel on 42nd street, then married, had a family and died in 1916.

Murray’s Hotel is long gone, but Madame Tussaud’s Wax Museum is located on the former site of the hotel today. ~ shared by @davidlewisgunning

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How cool were they?

The “Pan-man” and artist (my Grandfather) with the Tailor (my Grandmother). This photo was taken in Trinidad, circa 1959.

My Grandfather played the Steel Drum, or “Pan,” which is the reason for the name “Pan Man.” The first steel drum, or pan, was invented around World War II in Trinidad.

My grandparents are the reason I draw, design, love fashion, menswear, music, and play pan and everything else. ~ shared by @ms_natalya_m

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