I've been interested in the centennial of the San Francisco earthquake, too. My dad's cousin was just a baby when her parents were killed in the earthquake. She was ten eleven years older than my dad and was raised by their maternal grandmother and grandfather, until she bobbed her hair as a young woman. They were so upset, they evicted her; she went to my dad's parents and lived with him and them until she was married. I have a beautiful, antique desk she gave me when I was thirteen. I wish I'd known more when she was still alive. I would have asked more questions and had a tape recorder.