“Greg,

Here are the additional San Francisco family photos that I had. Does anyone look familiar? Any similarities with the photos you might have?

Thanks,

Murray Oltman”

There are no names on the photos Murray sent me. The people have been anonymous for a long time. I look at the photographs of the man with the long chin and high forehead, and I see myself. Is this the face of my lost ancestor, William Oltman Stuttmeister, who played the violin in the Oakland Symphony, owned esoteric books, then, turned his back on his family and moved to the Geronimo Valley – because he had no male heir, no one to carry on the fine new culture he planted in the City by the Bay? Surely this is the young idealist, a graduate of U.C. Berkley, who prompted his best friend to gift him ‘The Kasidah’ by Sir Richard Burton, with…