Forgotten History

Nescire autem quid ante quam natus sis acciderit, id est semper esse puerum. Quid enim est aetas hominis, nisi ea memoria rerum veterum cum superiorum aetate contexitur?

To be ignorant of what happened before you were born is to be ever a child. For what is man’s lifetime unless the memory of past events is woven with those of earlier times?

–Marcus Tullius Cicero

Welcome to Up From The Deep, an historical and very personal exploration of the heart of San Francisco. My Personal History explains my intimate and idiosyncratic relationship with the central city. An overview of this project and details of its genesis are contained within the Project History. Central city history has been divided into three photo essays corresponding to the vicinities that comprise it: Sixth Street, Mid-Market, and The Tenderloin. In the Blog section you will find detailed histories of numbered blocks and individual buildings illustrated with my own photography and, where possible, historical images and clippings from various Bay Area archives; narratives and anecdotes about characters both famous and infamous; and news of current neighborhood events and exhibits. Of course, there is also a search engine to help you navigate. Museum quality prints of my photographs can be purchased via the Prints page.

Source: San Francisco History Center, SF Public Library

Mason and Market, 1905. Center left is the third incarnation of the Tivoli Opera House in the reconfigured Panorama Building at Eddy and Mason, across from the mansard-roofed Golden State Hotel and Spider Kelly’s saloon. In the distance, near the center of the skyline, is the Fairmont Hotel atop Nob Hill.

I have found that, as a general rule, people rarely look upward past eye level. They are most often surprised when their attention is directed above to something they have passed by without seeing, perhaps for years.Oasis-Arcade- One friend of mine had lived for a long time in a Central Towers apartment, across Turk Street from the old YMCA Hotel (now the Oasis Apartments). When he first saw one of my photographs of the Oasis, he asked me where the building was located. He was shocked to learn it was the same building his balcony window had opened onto all those years, for he had never noticed what was right before his eyes. He later told me that when out and about, he had begun to look upward and had discovered many beautiful and pleasing aspects of his city he had never before appreciated, which of course delighted me no end. Cast your gaze aloft every now and then just to see what is there . . . you might be surprised.


Just about the time I began photographing the architecture of San Francisco’s central city, Serge Echeverria came into my life, offering not only his friendship, but also both encouragement and critical assessment of my work. To him, Up From The Deep is dedicated.

Photo by Theo Rigby

Photo by Theo Rigby

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78 responses to “Forgotten History

  1. nferracone


    Thanks very much for this unbelievably rich site, and specifically for your mention of Dutch White (The Tenderloin page, Crystal Sandwich Shop, 110 Eddy Street, 1931). Dutch was the uncle of my late grandfather, who only mentioned him on 2 or 3 occasions.

    The folklore in our family is that he did not want to sully the good, very Italian family name with his underworld dealings, so he took on the surname of White. We’re not sure about the Dutch part, but imagine that to be a nickname that just came with the trade.

    My grandfather, who was born in San Francisco and lived there until he was 12, would take summer trips back to SF every summer from Los Angeles, where he’d moved to. The way he described the trips was that his mother would make a call, and eventually a very nice black Cadillac (or similar) would come pick him up. Then, they would always stop at the same restaurante in Fresno, but he would not be allowed in.

    He said Dutch always made sure things were good and that he and his mother were treated kindly.

    My dog is named Dutch in his honor. No joke.

    Nick F. / San Diego, CA

    • Thank you so much for sharing this fascinating bit of inside information, Nick. I love that Dutch lives on, if only by name, in your pet. I know my friend Peter Field will also get a kick out of this.

      Thanks again and best regards,

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