My Uncle Fritz
The youngest of three children born in Hamburg Germany, Frederick Gsell was my mother's brother. He stayed with us in Pomona for about a month when I was about eight years old. He had been in the Merchant Marines all of his working career, a captain I was told. When I first met him at the dock in San Perdo he had just weathered a storm single handed in a big sailing yacht that he was delivering. He had the broken masts neatly lashed to the deck. The owner took delivery and handed my uncle Fritz a bundle of cash. He was quite a guy, loved drinking beer and frying baloney, carving wood and splicing rope while staying with us. He'd go out at night doing who knows what. After he left Pomona he was never heard of again. I got this photo of him in my aunt Gussie's belongings. It's the only photo I've ever seen of him as an adult. Gee, I wish I could have gotten to know him.