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)
“Now, from the Gates of Hercules we flood
Westward, westward till the barbarous brine
Whelms us to the tired land where tasseling corn,
Fat beans, grapes sweeter than muscadine
Rot on the vine: in that land were we born.”
—Allen Tate (1899–1979)
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—Jane Mersky Leder (20th century)
“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)