THE SONGS OF A NIGHTINGAIL

  Frank Herbert Bradley at age 24 Frank Herbert Bradley was born in 1880 in Blackburn, England, the son and 12 th child of Abram Bradley and Elizabeth Clegg Bradley.  He came to America, landing in Rhode Island, with his mother and 4 older sisters in 1895 at the age of 5 years.  At some point before 1902 he moved to New York City and learned the silver trade at Tiffany’s.  In 1902 he came to San Francisco where he boarded with the widow, Ella Chase Taylor Smedley, and her daughter, Harriet Bell Smedley who became Frank’s wife in 1906. My Grandma B, Harriet (Hattie) Bell Smedley Bradley with her new husband, my Grandad B, Frank Herbert Bradley in 1906 on their honeymoon. 1919 – Harriet Bell Bradley, with her four children:  Harriet Chase, Frances Marian, Herbert Kinsey (my Dad), and Ruth Ella. Late 1920s – The Bradley family.  Standing: Harriet (Hattie), Frances, Harriet, and Frank.  Kneeling: Ruth and Herbert c. 1930 – Harriet, Herbert, Frances, and...

  My husband’s relatives.  On the left is his grandmother, Daisy May Elizabeth Young.  I think that’s her sister next to her.  Not sure who the third gal is? The three gals having fun My Mom, Lillian Adelle Whitney, in 1925 when she was 7 years old.  Ah, those good old itchy wool bathing suits. Here she is a few years later – still in a wool bathing suit but looking a little different in it! J Here she’s pictured in a different bathing suit of a kind of heavy sateen fabric in a printed leaf design with L-R: my Aunt Frances, my Grandma B. Harriet (Hattie) Bell Smedley Bradley, and my Granddad B. Frank Herbert Bradley in 1941.  Nine years later I was wearing my Mom's suit.   Maybe you remember it from this picture which I used in a post not that long ago.  :[]  It looked a little different on 10-year old me. Anyway, back to my Mom – this time in a green & white striped cotton bathing suit.  I’m not sure why, but as a little girl, I lov...

  My son with a burro at a children’s petting zoo in 1972. He had fun teasing them. Too bad this cute story wasn’t published until last year.  It would have been the perfect story to read to my son after our adventurous trip to the petting zoo. Still at the petting zoo, he tried to feed the baby piglets. And this young seal (I think?) had him pretty excited.  That’s my younger sister holding him. One of my younger sisters seated on a pony when she was around 2 1/2 or 3 years old.  The pony belonged to a photographer who was roaming the neighborhood offering to take pictures of children sitting on it. My eldest daughter riding with a friend on Santa Catalina Island  in 1995 .  All three of our children had horseback riding lessons when they were younger. Pets in our household were limited to goldfish, tiny turtles, a hamster, a white rat, dogs, cats, & birds.  Our son grew up with and was best buddies with my husband’s beautiful Irish Setter, Schoen...