San Francisco 1926: Standard Oil, Mansion Guest Houses and A Life Changing Coincidence

 

Author’s note: The following is taken from my grandmother’s memoirs.  She wrote these words when she was 79 years old and lived to be 105.  Her memories are reflective of  the eyes of a young woman leaving home for the first time. 

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Ruby had to return to Portland and the night before she was to leave, a friend of hers from Portland dropped by to say goodbye.  He brought with him an acquaintance from the Army days at Fort Lewis, Washington, in 1918, whom he accidentally encountered on Market Street on the way to our apartment.  They hadn’t seen one another since leaving Fort Lewis and it seems like fate that they met that night because the acquaintance was Ray Mackin, whom I married four years later.  I decided that night that Ray was a real good and generous person because he immediately invited us to dinner and paid the bill for all four of us!

In 1926 I changed jobs again, going with Standard Oil Company of California at 200 Bush Street. I was in the Land and Lease Division, where we mostly wrote leases for prospective oil-bearing lands.  I can recall writing leases for land in Saudi Arabia not realizing that the Saudis would one day control most of the oil production of the world.  Standard Oil was a good place to work – the surroundings were pleasant and my fellow workers high class, educated men and women.

Our office was on the eleventh floor and we were able to watch the construction of the new high-rises.  In the early twenties there were only a few tall buildings in the financial district, most of the buildings being only one, two or three floors.  In the three years I was at 200 Bush, several tall buildings were erected, the most interesting being the Russ Building at Bush and Montgomery.  When it was completed, it was the tallest building in San Francisco.

After Rudy returned to Portland, I moved around from guesthouse to guesthouse. These guest houses were all in old S.F. mansions and for $60 a month, I had a private room (shared bath), two meals a day and excellent service.  Filipino men who knew what the word “service” meant mostly staffed these guest homes.  The guests were generally young, single people with an occasional married couple.  It was an ideal living situation – we had pleasurable times together and many romances developed.

I dated Ray Mackin on and off for several years.  He always took me to good restaurants; the best plays, sporting events such as baseball games, college football, hockey games, etc.  He was very good company, being witty and somewhat more affluent than most of the young men I knew.  Ray gradually edged out the competition until I was going only with him.  Neither of us was in a great hurry to marry but we sort of drifted into it and were married at the Star of the Sea Church on Geary Street, San Francisco, on September 7, 1929.