Patsy Whiteley’s husband Joe flew out of Alameda at the end of World War II, and they vowed to return to the area when they had a chance. In 1950 they moved to Menlo Park and started enjoying the open spaces and views of Portola Valley. They found Jelichs and an egg farm, where you took your eggs and put your payment in a basket. It was in the days when Cervantes stopped at Fawn Lane.
They’d park there and run their dogs up the hill and look out over the whole valley. They’d swim in Searsville and watch cattle roaming the open spaces. When their children left for college, they found a house on Fawn Lane and thought they were the luckiest people in the world. “Every day brought a beautiful surprise,” she says. “Was the skyline fog shrouded, or was fog spilling down the hills? Or was it clear and sunny?” It didn’t matter. They stayed in that house for 28 years.