Street finds are one of the marvels of city life. Over the years, I’ve walked by small treasures and garden variety gifts to the passers-by, from a rare flora to appliances of all stripes. Street finds make inhabitants lives visible, pointing to who moves out, declutters, outgrows.
Then once in a while, there’s the family heirlooms. Walking up Page street towards Upper Haight, I found under a tree a clock boasting a hand-embroidered panel marking the 1988 wedding of the Joyces. I stopped because, while there’s a rich history of embroidered caskets and furniture, I couldn’t remember examples of clocks and well, I wondered how it ended up on the streets.
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