In reference to Shirley's post, my family move to 47th an Judah quite my accident. My father had drove the whole family to Porterville (?) in hopes of a job on the railroad. When it didn't appear, he was on his way back to L.A.,
Stopped at a bar (think pub in Scottland, or Itally or Germany or Russia, or France. San Francisco was a mixture, a Seaport.
Most likely if you rode your bike in the park, we rode by each other. That part of the park 44th up to 36th was pretty intended to be wild. I walked a lot of great rivers no greater than the Golden Gate Park.