Bill Lee, left, and Art Brandow reminisce at the 2004 reunion of the 285th Combat Engineers in Nashville. Courtesy photo


Two sons of San Francisco

By From page A12 | November 10, 2013

Two sons of San Francisco, from very different neighborhoods, thrown together by World War II, warmed to each other and melted a little of the racial prejudice and segregation that was then so rampant. As young men, they both attended San Francisco City College and both ended up in the 285th Combat Engineers, though they did not know each other.

During their training in Tennessee, Kentucky and Mississippi, the 285th Combat Engineers were being moved from one location to another overnight by Pullman sleeper train. There weren’t enough berths, so the order was given — one soldier to an upper bunk and two soldiers to a lower bunk. My dad, Art Brandow, being a big guy (6-foot-2), tried to grab an upper bunk for himself without success. All were taken. Then he tried to find the smallest guy in the unit to share a lower bunk with. That guy was Bill Lee.

After discovering that they were both from San Francisco, they became friends. It was the summer of 1944, and they each got leave to visit home before shipping out to Europe, but not during the same week. Together, they arranged for Bill to have dinner with Art’s family in Westwood Park near City College and for Art to have dinner with Bill’s family in Chinatown.

Even though Bill’s father was a cook for a wealthy white family who lived on Nob Hill, Bill had never been invited to a Caucasian family’s home for dinner. Likewise, Art had never been invited to a Chinese family’s home for dinner. It was a simple act of kindness between two Army buddies and their families, prior to these two sons of San Francisco facing the hazards of war. But it was a very meaningful expression of unity, considering the segregation that existed at that time.

I got to meet Bill and see him and my dad reminisce about these days, during their 285th Combat Engineers Reunion in Nashville, Tenn., in 2004. The 285th was thrown into the breach at the Battle of the Bulge (Hitler’s last great counter-offensive) two days before Christmas 1944 and then fought with Gen. George S. Patton’s Third Army into and across Germany.

Art’s job was to demolish bridges the enemy might use, and to build new or to reinforce existing bridges for Patton’s advancing troops and tanks. Bill’s job was transporting and potentially deploying chemical weapons. Unlike in World War I, both sides decided not to use these horrific weapons in combat, but they did have them at the ready.

Bill Lee published a book in 2010 called “San Francisco Son” about some of his life experiences. Bill was born in 1923 in Sam Francisco’s Chinatown. Much of his book is short pieces about growing up in Chinatown in the 1920s and ’30s.

Bill writes in his book about his journey back to California from Germany and his discharge from the Army at Camp Beale (now Beale Air Force Base) near Marysville in February 1946, and then immediately resuming his classes at UC Berkeley for a bachelor’s degree in chemistry. Art must have been on the same transport, because he quickly ended up as a transfer student at UC Berkeley in civil engineering the same month.

Art went on to a successful career as a civil engineer with the city and county of San Francisco and as a city manager for the town of Corte Madera and the city of Belmont. In 1964, he came out strongly in favor of the Rumford Fair Housing Act (banning housing discrimination in California) and against its repeal by ballot proposition. That was an unpopular position for a small-town city manager to take, but it was the right thing to do.

Art retired in 1985, moved to Davis a few years later and died in 2006.

Bill went on to get a Ph.D. in organic chemistry at the University of Minnesota. Then after his first job in Dayton, Ohio, he returned to California and worked a full career at SRI (Stanford Research Institute). He now lives near one of his three sons in Sunnyvale.

Bill is an interesting and humble guy. When I started drawing cartoons for the California Aggie college newspaper years ago, every time Dad saw one of my cartoons he would say, “You know I have a friend named Bill Lee who drew cartoons in the Army and in college.” So it was fun to meet Bill in 2004, and it was fun for me to read his book.

I hope Bill writes another book and includes a story about the two sons of San Francisco who visited each other’s homes just across town, but worlds apart in 1944.

— Clay Brandow is a Davis resident.

Clay Brandow

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