The Hamadas

“Did you sleep well, dear?” i asked the Muse as she fluttered down with my morning inspiration.


I tuned in to the Hamadas in 1994 when the Ferry Plaza Farmers’ Market was new and Yukio and Yonki were bringing their cherries and nectarines.  I found them delightful.  No no, Yukio and Yonki were delightful, the cherries and nectarines were merely delicious.

And it wasn’t just Yukio and Yonki.  I immediately hit it off with their workers, Gordon and Janet, somehow jumping to the conclusion that Janet was a family member on the sole shred of evidence that she was Japanese.  So early on they became one of my favorite vendors, and i gradually expanded my purchases beyond the cherries and nectarines to their other offerings, most spectacularly the Buddha’s Hands since i’d never seen one and Yukio was the first vendor to bring them to the market.

But it wasn’t just the cherries, nectarines, and Buddha’s Hands.  Oh no.  There were apricots and apricot-plum hybrids like pluots and apriums as well as peaches and wonderful grapes, most particularly the Niabels that i used to make the best grape jelly i ever ate.  Not to mention yuzus and other citrus varieties you rarely saw elsewhere like shaddocks and pomelos and citrons.

And then, in the early 2000’s Yonki died suddenly and tragically, and shortly thereafter Yukio turned over operation of the farm to his son Clifford, who was just as delightful and just as innovative.  On a lark back then he brought to the market some Marsh grapefruit, not from their groves but rather from an old tree in their yard.  I went wild over these things because finally finally i got to again eat the grapefruit of my childhood, quite sour like God intended rather than hybridized for increasing sweetness.  These fruits are virtually extinct now since farmers have ripped out the old Marsh trees and replaced them with sweet varieties that pander to the American taste for sugar.

Clifford, bless his heart, kept bringing them to the market every January – February even though it was only i and a handful of other old folks who bought them, and this endeared him to me even more.

And then, a couple of months ago, Cliff mentioned that owing to a shortage of things to sell, he wouldn’t be at the market for a while, and i thought, well, i’ll just have to hold my breath until his cherries are ripe.  I’ve been writing about them and their wonderful fruit since the beginning, and i want to keep doing so.

Last Friday the bomb went off.  Things have not gone well for them, and they’re leaving the market.

I’m devastated.  Other vendors of mine have left, but none i was as fond of as the Hamadas.  Worse yet, this departure carries with it an undercurrent of misfortune and makes me wish there were something i could do.  Well, other than fan the flames of my eloquence to their brightest in a letter employing my best penmanship.

Meanwhile, some green plums on the tree overhanging the flood wall downstream from me.  As with the Hamada’s cherries, our lifesaving rains this spring knocked off a lot of the blossoms, so the crop will be small.

Plums overhanging the Petaluma River flood wall

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  1. Carol Sundell
    Posted 23 May 2017 at 17:52 | Permalink

    A wonderful tribute to the family…I know how you love your vendors. There was a wonderful Italian family that used to be at the Alemany market ….similar story in many respects and they are missed.

    • Posted 24 November 2017 at 07:34 | Permalink

      We have to remind ourselves that times change, but it sure is sad to lose a favorite vendor.

  2. David Ogden
    Posted 29 May 2017 at 08:23 | Permalink

    I’m shocked to read this, Matte. They’ve been regulars at our Danville market for years, and I think also Walnut Creek, with a huge selection of wonderful fruit.

    Reminds me of our experience this weekend. Sandy and I decided to have thai food at our favorite, Little Home Thai Cuisine in Pleasanton. You’ve been there at least once, when you brought your Segway over to PeopleSoft for a demo. We’ve been going to this restaurant first in Dublin, and later at their bigger location in Pleasanton. When we arrived there Saturday night, we found the restaurant gutted, with signs up announcing a new thai restaurant in the future. We were devastated and totally unaware this had happened. In Elizabeth Kubler-Ross’s phrase, it was a “little death”. As with you and the Hamadas. Sadness all around.

    • Posted 24 November 2017 at 07:33 | Permalink

      Those “little deaths” are so shocking as well as saddening since they seem to come out of nowhere.

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