Don't remember the street but I remember my parents talking about the first house they had, the house where I was born. It was in Oakland just after 'the war' (WWII). My dad and his brothers got together and helped each other build their first houses, all of them in the East Bay Area. We'd visit uncles, aunts, and cousins (lots of cousins) around the Bay every holiday and many weekends. At my grandfather's funeral procession there were over a hundred cars making their way up into the Oaklnd Hills with police escort to pay their last respects to the son of a share cropper.
@muiren, welcome and thank you for bringing back these memories!