Oakland Underfoot

No mater how carefully you build, someone will come along and make incisions in your work. When streets are re-asphalted, it seems like it happens within weeks. And the only time the repairs are seamless is when the city’s heritage ordinances require a complete restoration.

Until your building is historic, it’s at the mercy of history, and we just accept that degradation as the tax time imposes on existence. In this case, the patch-up crew not only couldn’t replace the original yellow bricks — and they could have if they hadn’t been in such a hurry — they couldn’t even figure out an easy way to match the original pattern. The result is not as bad as tagging, but it’s on the spectrum.

This is at that former bank on Broadway at Grand, the place I think of as the golden building. At least moments like this still happen regularly, if you’re looking.

Be grateful for good buildings and the conscientious owners who keep them that way.

I’ve taken some walks through the beautiful city of Piedmont recently, getting a preliminary handle on its geology, and if you’re a fit person this is a fun walking town. There are some notable things about the sidewalks that appear to apply to the whole town, or at least around its main axis.

For one thing, all the work is of high quality, although for some reason the concrete is usually tinted. In Oakland, only in the Havenscourt neighborhood are the sidewalks tinted so consistently.

The pink kind of clashes with all the green — and I must say that unlike every single neighborhood in Oakland, hills and flats, the residents aren’t making much visible effort to save water in their landscaping.

The mature street trees have heaved up the sidewalks everywhere, so they have to be beveled fairly seriously. That helps prevent pedestrian injuries, even though walkers are pretty thin on the ground. Renewing these sidewalks will be a major civic project, but I’m sure Piedmont will do the job right to preserve the town’s valuable character.

The district east of La Salle Avenue has an impressive sidewalk design that involves a golden tinted concrete, consistent scoring and nice inset tiles.

Apparently J. H. Fitzmaurice was the producer, to judge from the stamps on Somerset Way.

Finally, only the best cement contractors were hired. Just a few different guys, all major.

This Prentice & Kaiser mark at 223 Mountain Avenue is pristine, so I had to include it.

And this A. Casqueiro mark at 107 Estates Drive has an unusual configuration, so it gets included too.

The work dates from the 1920s and 1930s, the high-water mark of Oakland’s sidewalk contractor community.

Over at firehydrant.org, they say that Morris Greenberg invented the “California” type of fire hydrant, and already I’m dizzy at this glimpse of obscure industrial history. That was decades after Greenberg, a Jewish immigrant born in Warsaw, Poland, in 1823, had started the Eagle Brass Foundry in 1854. The Jewish Museum of the American West devotes a page to Morris Greenberg that includes a photo.

Greenberg’s foundry, an essential building block of San Francisco, made all manner of metalwork. It was especially prized for its mastery of ship’s fittings, including the demanding art of casting bells.

When Morris died in 1884, his sons Leon and Joseph carried on, renaming the firm M. Greenberg’s Sons. The firm was going strong a hundred years later under the same name with Morris’s grandson Stuart in charge. But in 1969 they sold themselves to the Rich Valve Company, and that was that. Rich Valve was acquired by Clow Valve, adding Greenberg’s “wet barrel” hydrant design to its portfolio.

The artist Mark Bulwinkle is widely known for his exuberant sculptures in uncoated steel. His signature series in the East Bay Bridge shopping plaza (or, as he calls it, Bulwinkle Plaza) surely gets as many viewers as any work by an Oakland artist. His smaller pieces grace many homes and gardens.

Today Bulwinkle’s studio, Bulwinkleland, is in high West Oakland, but for many years he installed sculptures all over his home on Manila Avenue. Eventually the house was shrouded in a fantastic frizz of welded rusty steel, each bit a piece of artwork, that resembled a giant crouton gone flagrantly moldy. I lived nearby and never tired of it. One day he decided to stop encrusting and start deconstructing. Soon enough the house was ordinary again, then he sold it and moved on.

Left behind were these two works embedded in his neighbors’ driveways: a moon and a star.

These remind me of the dreamlike spectacle the house presented at night, its great fringe of steel branches silhouetted against a moonlit sky, or backlit just as impressively by low Bay clouds.

Oakland’s sidewalks contain their makers’ marks and other things besides. In that respect, they remind me of geological strata, a subject close to my heart. Throughout time — well, throughout the billion years or so since they first evolved — animals of all kinds have left their tracks on the ground, from insects to dinosaurs (shown here from Dinosaur Ridge, near Denver).

Fossil tracks are classified as ichnofossils — preserved remains not of organisms’ bones or shells, but their actual behavior. Here are some human examples from our sidewalks.

We understand what humans were doing when they left these signs, as surely as we know why they left dated stamps on the pavement. They were saying, in one way or another, “hello it’s me.” The other animals, like Pig-Pig above or the nameless dog below, we can guess, were forced into the act and were saying “let me go!”

When these hooftracks were made, the horse and its owner were probably both displeased. Oh, and the sidewalk maker too.

We don’t know what business this animal, a cat I think, was intent upon. But I can guess it was fed up with concrete by the time it finished licking its paws clean.

And as for the modern dinosaurs — pigeons — that left these three sets of tracks on Piedmont Avenue, they were probably doing the usual.

Tony Martin, a Georgia-based professor of paleontology, is fixated on trackways both ancient and modern. Check him out at georgialifetraces.com.

It was exciting to see so much interest in last week’s post about Oakland’s old vault lights. I went back to the Jefferson Court Apartment building at a different time of day, hoping to catch the daylight in the vault lights I showed last week. Success!

We’re facing east on 18th Street. The building’s sunken courtyard is on the right, and the brightly lit concrete floor there is shining up through the prism faces on the bottom of the glass vault lights. I knew you’d get a thrill.

Here’s the combination of ventilator and vault lights that surrounds the Leamington Hotel building. Those are a P. H. Jackson production.