Born amid segregation, Fisher saw war-torn Germany and an evolving United States, the heyday of Bay Area jazz and the loss of beloved neighborhoods. Now, still behind his horn, he reflects on a life- and a country- changed.
Frank Fisher was born in 1926 in Huntsville, Texas, just north of Houston. His mother was a beautician and volunteer nurse, his father worked at a local hotel. When the local hospital ran out of room for black patients, they would come to his house.
Examples courtesy of the Jackson Sun.
A chance encounter in music class led Fisher to pick up his first trumpet. From then on, he started to listen to jazz greats, and knew what he wanted to do.
As data from the National World War II Museum shows, African-Americans were the highest-serving minority group in the US military during the war. While Fisher served in Germany, some of his high school classmates and teachers fought in Patton's tank divisions.
Image of Bettenhausen, Kassel, Germany, 1944 or 1945, courtesy of Library of Congress.
Fisher remembers Germans confused as to why black soldiers did not have tails, as Hitler had told them. Eventually, he said, there was a kinship between the two groups- the surviving citizens of a fallen nation and the neglected citizens of a victorious one.
In the Baby Boom years that followed the war, many veterans like Fisher found work on military bases. In his case, he went to work at the Naval Air Station in Alameda, working on aviation electronics.
The 1950s and 60s saw the heyday of Bay Area jazz clubs, with both San Francisco's Fillmore and Oakland's 4th Street labeled "Harlem of the West." But urban redevelopment swept away most of the clubs and housing in the Fillmore, replaced with reconfigured roadways and high-rise housing.
Throughout the 50s and 60s, Fisher could not buy property in certain Bay Area communities thanks to restrictive local policies. Eventually, he settled in Parchester Village, a Richmond development which was the first in the state to sell to black families. Now, as demographics have shifted again, his nearest neighbor is from Nicaragua. But he doesn't complain about change. "Best neighbor I've ever had," he laughs.
Image of Richmond steelworker courtesy of National Archives
Data courtesy of Bay Area Census.
Fisher displays his family photos of kids and grandkids scattered across the country. One son has a PhD, another granddaughter is getting one. And a grandson goes to Sam Houston State University, Fisher's hometown college which he could not attend as a young man.
Fisher still plays gigs with the 19-member Junius Courtney Big Band, where his bandmates call him "the godfather." He gigs with other groups throughout the Bay Area, and plays at his church. And, many afternoons, he crouches in front of his piano and composes. "Today, it's not about what race you are," he said. "It's about how well you can play."
Fisher still holds true to a maxim he says has served him well: "do unto others."