Video Reveals the Deeper Story About the Story of Neighbor Laurel’s Ongoing Journey

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About 25,000 people live in Bernal Heights, and each one of them has a story to tell. In fact, there’s a story behind each story, and at least one or two stories behind that, and maybe even a few more behind those. That’s an awful lot of stories when you start to do the math, but the real point is: The stories we tell each other are often vastly more complex than they might seem at first.

For example, two weeks ago, Bernal Neighbor Steve Sisler became intrigued by the story of Neighbor Laurel May, who wrote that lovely goodbye note to all of us shortly before she left Bernal to move to Las Vegas.

Neighbor Steve decided to interview Neighbor Laurel as part of his ongoing video series about Bernal people, and with the camera rolling she revealed that the story Bernalwood had received was only small part of a much larger, and more complex, and more moving story about the journey that Neighbor Laurel has embarked upon:

On her last day in Bernal, freelance writer Laurel May opens up about deep attachment to the neighborhood, having Stage IV Metastatic Breast Cancer and about living a meaningful life. From the mad scientist experiments she and her partner Brett hosted at Halloween, to Prize Panties on Cortland Avenue (and other pranksterish fun), to walking around with her bulldog Manchester, the 4 years Laurel spent in Bernal were the most at-home she’s ever felt anywhere.

Laurel and Brett are moving to Las Vegas, where they’ll be part of the Downtown Project — building a neighborhood from scratch in a blighted and rundown area. But although she’s moving on, Bernal has carved a place in Laurel’s soul forever. She’s also been named Chairwoman of the Bernal Heights Alumni Network.

This one-take, no-edit interview is most powerful intact and untouched from start to finish — with a run time of 21:46. We realize that’s bit on the long side, but this video is a not-to-be-missed gem.

Here’s Steve’s video, with an haute-couture celebrity cameo at the very end:

On top of all that… after Neighbor Laurel declared her desire to be Chairwoman of the Bernal Heights Alumni Network, Neighbor Steve ran out that very same day and created awesome plaque to make it official:

Godspeed, Neighbor Laurel.

You can follow her continuing adventures on the Twitter, or on her blog, canceristhenewblack.com.

New Video Profiles Cortland’s “Optimistic Bike Shop”

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Following up on his wonderful profile of Bernal artists Joseph Branchcomb and Toby Klayman, Neighbor Steve Sisler has released his next piece in his “Bernal Heights Conversations” video series: A video about Brett Thurber and Karen Wiener, the glamorous couple that created the newfangled New Wheel electric bicycle shop on Cortland.

Neighbor Steve writes:

Can you believe two of the nicest kids that I have ever met are selling and servicing quality electric bikes right here in Bernal? I wish I could say The New Wheel is a mom & pop shop, but Karen and Brett need a few years before we can expect children from them. Until then Bernal is lucky to have another fine family business.

Frankly, we’re also rather lucky to have Neighbor Steve  cranking out these terrific videos. Go fullscreen, your feet up on the desk for a few minutes, and get to know Brett and Karen:

Departing Neighbor Creates Lovely Montage of Bernal Memories

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Sad News: Neighbor Andrés is moving from Bernal Heights. But before he departs, he created this lovely montage of the places and spaces that will represent Bernal Heights in his memories:

As I move out, I think about the images that remind me of Bernal Heights. I’m sad that I’m moving out, but this place will always be my home and it’s only an 80 minute drive away.

Aloha, Neighbor Andrés, and come back soon.

PHOTO: funkyfijoles on Instagram

Update: Fundraising Continues for Bernal Neighbor’s Cancer Fight

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Neighbor Micky sends along news about Neighbor Mary Isham of Andover Street, who is now battling liver cancer. Her fundraising drive to pay for cancer treatment will soon come to an end.

Micky says:

Bernalwood’s January 7 story on Mary Isham’s campaign to raise money for much-needed cancer treatment helped her generate over 25 donations on her fundraising drive which ends on March 31.

When Mary returned from her first trip to Germany, she was detained by customs in San Francisco for over 2 1/2 hours because of a difference in the radiation identified in her body and her backpack. San Francisco Chronicle covered the story and when she returned form her next trip to Germany, she was barely off the plane when she was pulled aside by custom officials. They apologized for her difficult experience the last time and personally escorted her through many doors until she landed on the street without any search or scans!

PHOTO: Mary Isham in Germany after her first trip in September

Bernal Penguinologist Introduces His Co-Workers at the San Francisco Zoo

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During a recent overcast morning, Bernalwood’s Cub Reporter and I headed west to the San Francisco Zoo to visit one of our glamorous Bernal neighbors, penguinologist Anthony Brown.

We used the Twitter to warn Anthony we were coming, and he encouraged us to arrive in time to watch the penguin feeding, which happens each day at 10:30 am. We did as we were told, and we arrived at Penguin Island just in time to watch neighbor Anthony tell the assembled crowd of parents and kids all about the 30+ Magellanic penguins he keeps.

After the penguins enjoyed a hearty herring breakfast, the Cub Reporter and I got a very special treat: Some backstage celebrity-time with one of the adolescent penguins in the zoo’s colony.

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Needless to say, the penguin was very polite and a delightful conversationalist. Neighbor Anthony is clearly raising his charges well. Or so it seemed — having never hung out with a penguin before,  we can’t say if they are all as charming as the one we met.

As you can imagine, Bernalwood’s Cub Reporter was thrilled:

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Neighbor Anthony encourages all Citizens of Bernalwood to visit him at the zoo during the daily penguin feedings at 10:30 am and 3 pm, every day except Thursday or Friday (when he’s off duty). Stop by, give Neighbor Anthony the secret Bernal Heights hand signal, and share a friendly hello over a little bit of penguin-talk.

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Bernal Designer Creates Fabulously Cool Folding Lamp That Looks Like a Book

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Neighbor Max lives on Folsom near Eugenia. He tells Bernalwood that he left his corporate job about a month ago to work on a lighting project he invented. It’s called Lumio, and it’s totally spiffy:

Three days ago Max launched a $60,000 fundraising drive on the Kickstarter to begin production. Now — get this! — he’s already blown through that goal, with a colossal $111K pledged. Wow. (Engadget FTW!)

Go Max, Go! Bernalwood gives you a neighborly high-five, and we can’t wait to buy one on Cortland.

PHOTO: Neighbor Max with a Lumio

One Year Later, Stephen Stymiest’s Daughter Wonders About the Dad She Didn’t Know

It’s been almost a year since the death of Stephen Stymiest, the homeless man who was was a fixture and a friend to many neighbors around Precita Park.

Stephen is remembered warmly in Bernal Heights, but over the holiday break Bernalwood received an email from Stephen’s daughter, which sheds some light on the complexities of his biography.

This is what Kara Messinese is thinking about, one year after her father passed away:

Some of you may remember, some of you may not. Some may have known him, may have spoken to him. Others may think he was just a bum. It’s easier to think he didn’t have a history, but that is not the case.

A year ago, a man died. He lost a battle, a very long battle. He was a homeless man, an alcoholic, a disabled man. His days were spent in a park from what I can gather. He spoke to people, was friendly to kids and animals, and to some, made the park a safer place. To others, he was just another homeless guy sitting on a bench. To me, he was my father. His name was Stephen Stymiest.

Many days it crosses my mind, as it has for the past 15 years, wondering where he is, what he’s doing, and why he never came back for us, his children. And now for the past year, when I have those thoughts, it slowly dawns on me I know where he is. And I know that I will never have the answers to the questions I always wanted to ask.

Following his death, a reporter contacted my mom and informed her of his passing. Then there were posts on a blog with pictures of people holding a memorial in his honor. An artist had created artwork in his memory. We asked for stories people had of him and people responded. But, my brothers and I had questions. And no one was there with answers.

Did he ever think of us? Did he ever talk about us? Why did other people get to see him for the past 15 years and we were just left wondering? Is it wrong to be jealous of those people? Why, when everything was getting worse, did he not contact us? He knew our names, someone could have googled us. If the reporter found us pretty easily, I’m sure someone else could have.

I continued to hope that at some point I could reconnect with Stephen. I’m not sure what I wanted out of it. I wanted truth. I wanted the answer to the question ‘why’. I wanted an apology. I wanted him to care.

It’s not as if I’ve been without a dad for 15 years. My mom got remarried to a wonderful guy who raised my brothers and I as his own. He adopted us a couple years after Stephen left us and my brothers and I have all graduated from high school. I graduated from college, married, and have a wonderful family with a beautiful one year old daughter (she was born just a couple weeks before Stephen passed away). Brent and Jerad are both in college working on their degrees. We have grown up to be intelligent, independent adults. But, there will always be a part missing. Something that was part of us that is no longer around. Knowing we can never access it again. We only have the material items, things Stephen had with him, things my mother had that were his. We have divided these evenly so we all have a little bit of him.

Someday I hope to make it to San Francisco, to Precita Park. I want to see what Stephen saw everyday. While I will never see it the way he saw it, I can still see it and maybe meet some of these people who cared about him.

From the daughter who did not get to know him as well as one should, who saw the bad sides of him, and was old enough to be hurt by his abandonment, but from someone who knew he was capable of so much more. I thank those of you who talked to him, who sat with him, listened to what he had to say. No matter how many nights I was upset or cried over his disappearance I hope that he got some enjoyment out of talking to people and meeting people in the park. I hope he was able to get some peace in the end. I’m still working on finding that peace.

PHOTO: Steven Stymiest memorial service in Precita Park, January 2012. By Telstar Logistics

Bernal Neighbor Seeks Assistance to Pay for Cancer Treatment

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Neighbor Micky writes with some difficult news about a crowdsourced effort to help Neighbor Mary Isham pay for her cancer treatment:

A few weeks before her 50th birthday, Mary Isham, a 35 year resident of Andover Street in Bernal Heights, was shocked to be diagnosed with a rare pancreatic tumor. Her doctor told her to get her affairs in order. That was over 13 years ago! When doctors see her now, they are the ones that are shocked to see that she is still alive and thriving despite 13 grueling years after a ten hour surgery that removed her pancreas, her spleen, her gall bladder, part of her stomach and small intestine.

But now, Mary faces metastases of the cancer in her liver. She has located a promising cutting-edge radiation treatment only offered in Europe. She has made one trip and needs to return three more times at a cost of $20,000. per trip. Given the exorbitant cost of the travel and treatment, she turned to Give Forward – an innovative crowdsourcing website designed to help people raise money for much-needed medical expenses.

Mary is well known in the progressive community, as she has been active in one cause after another for the last 40 years. She moved to the city in the early 70’s at the height of the anti-Viet Nam War movement and was influenced by that turbulent and exciting time. She began her nursing career in the city at Huckleberry House in the Tenderloin and went on to work as a nurse in the SF City and county jails and juvenile hall. She continued her commitment to health education at San Francisco General Hospital’s Patient Education Resource Center and then went on to serve as the director of the Health Center at Mission High School, where she became well known for her expertise in adolescent health care.

There’s more information about the campaign to help Neighbor Mary at her page on Give Forward. She’s currently raised almost $25,000 toward her goal of $60,000.

PHOTOS: via Give Forward

Meet the Puddle People at the Alemany Flea Market

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Bernalwood is on record as being a fan of the photographs taken by Neighbor Jane, aka my.third.eye, because she so consistently captures unique perspectives on familiar sights around Bernal Heights. Now she’s done it again, with a brilliant series of seasonal portraits that show patrons at the Alemany Flea Market as seen in reflections from puddles on the ground:

At our local flea market last Sunday (held on a parking lot) I was standing beside this large puddle and began to notice this “other world” of passersby reflected in the water. I was mesmerized. So of course I turned on my camera and hoped I’d be able to capture some of the Twilight Zone’ish feeling of what I was seeing. I didn’t do any manipulations or photoshopping — not that I’m against that. I’m just sayin’.

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New Neighbor Paints Bernal Hill as Seen from Former Neighborhood

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Todd Berman used to live in the Mission District, but he recently transferred his flag to Bernal Heights. To mark the occasion, he painted a picture of Bernal Hill as seen from 25th and Mission Street:

I’ve been in San Francisco for 14 years — 11 of which I spent in the Mission District, mostly at the foot of Bernal, just across Cesar Chavez  — with Bernal Hill always looming above. Bernal has been my muse for many paintings and drawings, often floating above the fray.

Now, I look forward to painting the view from Bernal and also capturing my new neighborhood’s awesome community vibe. I will certainly need to make a ‘City of Awesome’ painting about Bernal. In my current series of paintings, I ask people, “What do you do to help make San Francisco be so awesome?” Then I ask them to draw a picture of themselves in action (no skill needed, stick figures okay). I then cut the self-portraits out and collage them into paintings of the city. (Perhaps a local business would want to sponsor a City of Awesome Bernal painting featuring their location?)

My day job is as a substitute teacher in the SFUSD schools. My special-lady-partner-person, Lauren, is an independent consultant, crafting marketing and communications strategy for nonprofit organizations, a photographer, and a writer. She has chronicled many of our adventures abroad here.

Our new place is in the St. Mary’s vicinity – the piercing on the tip of La Lengua. Olivia’s does make a superior breakfast.

Welcome to Bernalwood, New Neighbors Todd and Lauren, and we look forward to your future contributions to Bernal’s artistic endowment.

IMAGE: Todd Berman

RIP: Claudie Young, “The Mayor of Ellsworth”

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Claudie Young of Ellsworth Street died last Friday. He was 97, a World War II veteran, and a major presence on his street. Neighbor (in abstentia) Peter writes:

I just wanted to pass on news about another sad passing in Bernal: Claudie Young (the “mayor” of Ellsworth) was found dead in his home today.  He was an epic person and a fixture in the neighborhood chatting up everyone who walked by and waving at every car. Our son grew up watching and waving and trading mime routines with Mr. Young from our big window across the street.

Here’s a recent pic from our house. We are so sad and will miss him dearly…

If you have recollections or memories of Neighbor Claudie to share, please avail yourself of the comments.

PHOTO: Neighbor Peter