Westward Bound To California
Ellen Browning's sister had moved to San Francisco due to the harsh climate of the Midwest winters. Soon after Ellen, Fred and Edward moved to San Diego. Edward quickly bought a piece of land financed by Ellen and named it Miramar Ranch. Soon Fred had built the family a house and Edward had moved his family out to California. Ellen lived with her brothers and family until 1897 when she bought land in La Jolla and had a house built on the coast. Her sister Virginia, or Ginny, lived with her in the house in La Jolla. Ellen and Ginny were quite the complement to one another. Ellen was quiet, clean, shy, and introverted. Whereas, Ginny was boisterous, bold and extroverted. The two women became prominent citizens of the small beach town.
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Famous quotes containing the words westward bound, westward, bound and/or california:
“Oh, it’s home again, and home again, America for me!
I want a ship that’s westward bound to plow the rolling sea,
To the blessed Land of Room Enough beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.”
—Henry Van Dyke (1852–1933)
“Columbus has sailed westward of these isles by the mariner’s compass, but neither he nor his successors have found them. We are no nearer than Plato was. The earnest seeker and hopeful discoverer of this New World always haunts the outskirts of his time, and walks through the densest crowd uninterrupted, and, as it were, in a straight line.”
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)
“I stand in awe of my body, this matter to which I am bound has become so strange to me. I fear not spirits, ghosts, of which I am one,—that my body might,—but I fear bodies, I tremble to meet them. What is this Titan that has possession of me? Talk of mysteries! Think of our life in nature,—daily to be shown matter, to come in contact with it,—rocks, trees, wind on our cheeks! the solid earth! the actual world! the common sense! Contact! Contact! Who are we? where are we?”
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)
“I can’t earn my own living. I could never make anything turn into money. It’s like making fires. A careful assortment of paper, shavings, faggots and kindling nicely tipped with pitch will never light for me. I have never been present when a cigarette butt, extinct, thrown into a damp and isolated spot, started a conflagration in the California woods.”
—Margaret Anderson (1886–1973)