Saturday, August 29, 2026

Dr. Don James (1921-1996)


Aloha and Welcome to this LEGENDARY SURFERS chapter on Dr. Don James, surfer, photographer and dentist.



Dr. Don James

Photographer unknown



MEDIA


1.  Don James’ photo book Surfing San Onofre to Point Dume, 1936-42, with an introduction by Craig Stecyk, was originally published by T. Adler Books in 1996 and reissued by Chronicle Books in 1998; it contains 140 pages and is the principal published collection of his photographs.


2.  Surfer's Medical Association put together a lot of Don’s photos at: http://journal.surfersmedicalassociation.org/larger-than-life/


3.  “Dr. Don James Presents: Surfing in the 1930s,” 1992.

https://youtu.be/ZnGaTl0S2bg


3.  Interview of Don James in the video: “Don James: Inside Surfing’s Forgotten 1930s, episode 1” Part of the Surf Stories series:

https://youtu.be/ds9gOEfa4yQ


4.  “Don James: Inside Surfing’s Forgotten 1930s, episode 2” Part of the Surf Stories series:

https://youtu.be/liBkGJGLvJg




CONTENTS


Introduction

1935: Surf Start

1936: Photog Start

1938: Bel-Air Bay Club

1939: Sorrento Beach

Blake, Ball & Wilkes

1941-1944: Dental School & War

Lifeguarding & Pete’s Influence

Dental School to Active Duty

After The War

Significant Publications

Twilight Years

Rememberances




INTRODUCTION


Donald “Don” James was born in 1921 in Santa Monica, California. He began surfing around 1935, and started photographing surfers the following year. He continued photographing surfing for decades, eventually becoming one of the most widely published surf photographers of the 1960s.


James was a surfer and photographer who also became a dentist. He was around early enough to have surfed with some of California’s surfing pioneers and was around long enough to capture surfing in Hawai’i in the 1960s. His real value lies not only with his priceless images of surfing from the late 1930s on into the ‘60’s, but also his recollections of surfers during those times – particularly the pre-World War II years and during the war, in Southern California.




1935: SURF START


James grew up in Santa Monica during the Depression, at a time when the California coast was a very different world from the heavily developed coastline we know today.


When James began his life as a surfer at age 14, he was in high school. There were, in his recollection, very few teenage surfers. “Me, Ed Fearon and Bud Rice were the only three surfers at Santa Monica High at the time – everybody thought we were crazy,” he recalled.


The trio also surfed with neighbors Jack and Joe Quigg. Jack’s younger brother Joe was younger than James and Ed Fearon. Another friend, Jimmy McMahon, later recalled that Joe lived across the street and that Joe, Don and Ed were part of this Santa Monica surfing group that formed.


The younger Joe apparently wasn't immediately accepted into the older boys' circle. They eventually discovered that he could repair and work on surfboards, which got him in.


“In the 1930s, the concept of riding a wave while standing on a plank was completely alien to everyone,” he wrote – excepting surfers.




1936: PHOTOG START


“When I saw Tom Blake’s surfing photos in National Geographic that was it,” Don recalled. “We’d go to the library and pore over Blake’s stuff. My dad had an old Kodak folding camera, and I grabbed it and started taking photos. Our group hung out at the Del Mar Club in Santa Monica, and we worshipped the older guys like Bob Butts, Bob Moore, Pete Peterson, Paul Stater, Chauncy Grandstrom, and Johnny McMahon. We were the only teenagers around. I began shooting pictures to show our parents and teachers what was going on. You know, ‘Hey mom, look, it’s not so bad, it’s actually neat!’”[1]


James used his father's camera to photograph not only his friends and other surfers riding waves, but also tandem surfing, beach parties, camping, girls and girlfriends, musicians, ukulele playing, fishing and diving, beach picnics, the boards themselves, and the general social life surrounding surfing.


Like Doc Ball, James helped create something far more valuable than a collection of surf action photographs. He created an ethnographic record of early California surf culture.


About his friends and starting to use a camera at the beach, Don explained: “There were little groups of people who surfed, but they didn’t necessarily know of one another. Altogether there were probably less than a couple of hundred guys [surfing] in the entire state. The photos were a way to let people know what we were up to. We were involved in this great activity and totally stoked up. I guess there was also a little ego gratification involved. It was a good deal to display them and impress a pretty girl. At our high school, we were the only kids like us; everyone else played football.”[4]


“We were members of a loose-knit group called the Del Mar Surfing Club that didn’t really have meetings. There was a patch and that was about it. [In contrast] The PVSC [Palos Verdes Surfing Club, the top club of the period] was very organized; guys had color-coordinated sweats with their name on them. The Del Mar people used to think that surfing was definitely not a team sport. Maybe we were just jealous of those plush outfits. There were some very hot riders in the PVSC, like Doc [Ball], Cliff Tucker, Tulie Clark, Leroy Grannis, and Hoppy Swarts. All in all we were friendly toward each other and had some great times together.”[5]


Next to the Del Mar Club was “the old Bay Street lifeguard headquarters, where during the off-season guards would illegally bunk to save money. There wasn’t much available at the beach in terms of steady employment back then. Before the Santa Monica municipal guard service was formed in the thirties, surfers worked sporadically at the beach clubs as guards, but that was about it.”[6]


“Life in the Depression was hard,” Don James admitted, “but it encouraged us to appreciate what we had and to live simple lives. My dad scrambled to keep us afloat. It was never too bad for me because there was always the beach to turn to.”[7]




1937-1941: SAN ONOFRE


San Onofre, located midway between San Diego and Los Angeles, became one of the most important places in Don James's early life and many of his most iconic photographs were taken there.


During the late 1930s, San Onofre was still undeveloped and relatively pristine; a place first for fishermen and then surfers. You could camp there, surf for hours and live sometimes for days almost entirely outside the conventional world. Major food staples included abalone, avocados and oranges, all of which could be procured for free.


Beginning in 1933/1934, San O became the major surf spot to surfari; a place of natural beauty, semi-isolated and a great location for an independent surf culture to flourish. Don James was there to capture some of this attitude in his shots of ‘Nofre that were taken in the water, on sand, aboard boats, around campfires, collecting lobster, playing ukuleles, and just hanging around.


One of Don’s early surfing buddies was Fred Beckner. Don recalled some of their times together with older surfers his parents had entrusted them with, at “the camp” at San Onofre:


“Fred Beckner had immense appetites and no predisposition toward suppressing them,” recalled James of the period circa 1937. “This was brought home to me when Fred would coerce my other ‘guardians’ into leaving me alone in the camp [at San Onofre] and driving off to the Rendezvous Ballroom in Balboa in the hope of meeting girls. Camp life and its isolation were apparently too much for Freddy, and he would bellow his verbose mating howl and demand transport to civilization. Each time they abandoned me in such a manner, I would wonder if they were ever coming back. They always did, with eight hours being the average duration of their absence. I’m not certain that this was what my mother had in mind when she entrusted her son into their care.”[2]


Another friend who used to go with him to San Onofre was Chuck Eddy:


“Chuck Eddy loved to cook but had the frightening habit of making whatever crawled, flew, or burrowed its way into the campsite into an entrĂ©e. I was unable to attend school for a week because I had fallen off the bus on which I had hitched a ride and broken my leg. To save the nickel fare I snapped my femur; talk about false economy! We camped for eight days at Onofre and never saw another soul. The closest resident was Senator Cotton, who lived a couple of miles up the coast in a mansion at San Mateo Point.”[3]


Elements of Hawaiian culture found their way into the camps at San Onofre, promoted by the radio show “Hawaii Calls,” the presence of ukuleles, and testimony of surfers who had visited “The Islands.” James well remembered Sam Reid’s return from Hawaii in 1938 and telling stories about: enormous Castle waves, riding backside at Cunha's, and the spray and mist filling Waikiki.


James wrote that these stories “charged” young California surfers like him. Culturally, they and the older surfers were oriented toward Hawai’i and hadn’t yet considered they were creating their own independent surf culture.




1938: BEL AIR BAY CLUB


For a time, circa 1938, Don was employed at the posh Bel Air Bay Club,[8] where his skin was often burnt by the sun.


“We never thought about skin protection from the ravages of ultraviolet radiation,” James wrote. “A severe sunburn was considered a sign of good health.”[9]


Around 1938, “The surf fashion craze of the extremely wide bell bottom pant” came into vogue. “We used to buy them in Santa Monica at Brauns and then have a tailor let them out. They got progressively wider and wider, and eventually they caught on with the pachucos in the barrio. Once that happened, they were out at the beach.”[10]


Jimmy McMahon recalled that Joe Quigg and Ed Fearon also got work at the Bel Air Bay Club, along with Bud Rice, Jack Quigg, Dick Reed, Roger Bohning, Ralph Kiewit and a few others of the Santa Monica/Bel Air Bay Club surfing group.

Also in 1938, Don got his first automobile, a 1925 Hudson that he bought from his uncle for $25. He subsequently nailed 2x4 lumber to the roof to create board racks. No longer was James restricted to riding surf close to home. He and his friends could load the boards and head south.


In 1938, Pete Peterson shaped Don a board and Don took a very famous picture of Pete shaping it. His caption to the picture recalls that he was standing there urging Peterson to hurry because the surf was coming up and he wanted enough time to get some coats of varnish on the board.


James remembered Peterson as stylish: “Pete had this funny, relaxed style, he was Mister Cool on a board.”


He also noted that Peterson had tough feet and didn't use wax. He described Peterson as so agile and secure on his board that he simply didn't think he needed it.


Later commenting on his photo of Pete working on the board with planer, Don wrote: “This is Pete shaping my first Peterson board in his garage on 17th Street. To earn this shape job, I labored for Peterson for a full year as his lawn boy, babysitter, and aide-de-camp.”[11]




1939: SORRENTO BEACH


Around 1939, Don did a fair amount of hanging out at Sorrento Beach. In a caption to a 1939 photo of a bunch of his friends leaning against a wall there, James wrote: “Sorrento was located in Santa Monica at the base of the California Incline road. A couple of decades later I would live just up the beach next door to fellow surfer Peter Lawford. Our idyllic life would be destroyed whenever Peter’s brother-in-law, [U.S. President] John F. Kennedy, would come to visit. JFK delighted in going for a swim in the surf, ditching his secret service guards in the process, and then resting against this very same wall while watching the melee as they frantically searched for him.”[12]




BLAKE, BALL & WILKES


“I got interested in becoming a dentist because of Dr. Barney Wilkes and Dr. John Heath Ball,” Don wrote. 


“They were two outstanding men who surfed a lot and did something to help others.”[19]


James was also influenced by Tom Blake, who demonstrated that photography could be used to document surfing from a surfer's perspective. Doc Ball had pushed the idea further, using surf photography to not only capture wave riding, but also the lifestyle that went along with it.


Doc Ball's photographic influence was particularly significant. He had taken Tom Blake’s waterproof camera design, improved it a bit, and pioneered photographing surfing from the water. A National Park Service historical survey of San Onofre notes that Ball's techniques influenced later photographers including Don James and Leroy Grannis.

Like Doc, James learned to make waterproof housings for his cameras to keep them dry. He built his first one in 1938, taking Doc’s design as a starting point. It was built out of mahogany and allowed him to take photographs in the line-up and impact zones.




1941-1944: DENTAL SCHOOL & WAR


On December 7, 1941, at Topanga Point, Don took a shot of Ed Fearon, Jack Quigg and him. “It was a balmy Sunday and the news about the Japanese attack upon Pearl Harbor was coming in over the radio. We were paying sixty dollars a month for rent, which was split three ways, and life was good. Suddenly, everything had changed. We all knew we were going off to war.”[13]


The changes were documented by Doc, James and a couple of others shooting film. An example was a photograph Doc Ball took that “shows a Palos Verdes Surfing Club member in a drunken stupor being helped to his feet and taken to a waiting car. The reason for such overindulgent merriment was that the young healthy surfer, in the prime of life, was to enter the armed forces the next day. With WWII raging, everyone knew that his chances of ever surfing or seeing his friends again were uncertain.”[14]


During the war, Don had a girlfriend at USC. “On our last date we went to Laguna for the day. Unfortunately, my car broke down, and it took until nightfall to get it going. As we started back, she said that her parents would be pretty upset about her coming home later than they expected. I knew I really was in trouble when the car’s headlights suddenly went out. Wartime blackout conditions were in effect, and it was so dark that there was absolutely no way to drive any further. We were stuck out there alone on the Old Coast Road, and there wasn’t a soul or a telephone around. I let her stay in the car, and I slept outside on the ground. When we finally got to her house the next morning, it was very dramatic. Her parents had called the police and demanded that I be arrested. I never saw her again.”[15]


By 1942, Don “was an apprentice seaman in dental school… to impress the girls [we were currently going out with], [my friend Frank] Donahue decided to organize a tour of the submarine he was serving on. At first it didn’t seem like such a great idea, but as I recall by the third pitcher of martinis, it was sheer genius. Frank procured a laundry bag full of uniforms somehow, and we all snuck on the base wearing them. The actual tour of the sub was uneventful, but since Donahue had disguised me in an officer’s uniform, everywhere we went sailors saluted me. When Frank started the engines, all hell broke loose and the sub’s security detachment arrived with their weapons drawn. Somehow they bought my Lieutenant JG-bit and then pretended not to notice that our ordinary seamen weren’t really men at all. Donahue’s bravado was unparalleled. In succeeding years, Frank would roll through one amazing adventure after another. Probably his greatest legitimate escapade was capturing and ‘fresh-water training’ live sharks for Howard Hughes’s RKO movie studio. Donahue would go out and catch the sharks at dawn, come ashore and load them into a trailer, and then haul them up to Hollywood in time for the day’s shoot.”[16]


“Frank Donahue always had something going. During college, Frank realized that the movie studios needed young men to populate the spate of war films they were producing.”[17]


Don joined in, too. His work in Hollywood included: doubling for Cary Grant in Mister Lucky and roles in Back to Bataan [1945] and The Moon is Blue. There were others, but his work in the movie industry was not his focus. “I don’t remember the names of most of those films, they were just a way to earn money. They gave you $35 to start, and with salary adjustments for stunt work, you could pocket a hundred bucks a day.”[18]




LIFEGUARDING & PETE’S INFLUENCE


Thanks to Pete Peterson, “I was exposed to the lifeguards on the Santa Monica force, and the way they conducted themselves always impressed me. They were the first organized professional group of guards around, and they worked hard to establish a respect for surfing.”[19]


“It was Pete who gave me my first job,” emphasized James, “and he later took Cap Watkins aside and said, ‘Look, the kid needs to be a doctor and we’ve got to help him.’ That got me on as a Santa Monica guard. I’d attend school all day and work for the city all night on the pier. I had a scholarship from the Navy, so my grades had to be good. One failure and you were out of the program immediately. Being a lifeguard enabled me to get through dental school, so I owe it all to Peterson and Watkins. If the university or the government had ever found out I was working another job, they would have washed me out straight away.”[20]


Pete helped Don in other ways, too:


“I learned about the Hawaiian concepts of aloha and doing for others first from people like Johnny McMahon, Tony Guerrero, Duke Kahanamoku, Pua Kealoha, Hackshaw Paia, and, of course, Lorrin Harrison and Pete Peterson.”[19]




DENTAL SCHOOL TO ACTIVE DUTY


“The times had a desperate air,” wrote Don about the war, stateside. “Anything went in a nervous laissez-faire sort of way.”[22]


By 1943, he was in dental school, “tooling around in Frank Donahue’s old ‘40 Chevy convertible. Girls were everywhere during the war years, and we all felt a little guilty having so much fun with the fighting going on.” 


“During World War II, San Onofre was taken over by the military and declared off-limits to civilians. We began to frequent the Laguna area since the diving was great. I graduated from dental school [in 1944] … and went into the navy.”[23]


“ I remember swimming at Okinawa in an area I thought was secured. I knew that we were still mopping up elsewhere on the island, but the ocean looked so inviting that I just had to jump in. I was offshore diving on a sunken Japanese ship when the water started splashing all around me. The air buzzed and I realized that a sniper was zeroing in on me. I hid behind a rock and waited several hours for nightfall so I could skulk back in. During those long hours I recalled the guilt we all shared that day in Laguna. I would have gladly traded places with that worried aspiring young dentist back at Oak Street. I no longer felt guilty; right then I felt stupid and lucky.”[21]




AFTER THE WAR


After the war, Don James established himself professionally as a dentist and continued surfing and taking pictures; his photography becoming increasingly sophisticated and popular during the 1950s on into the ‘60s.


He photographed both in Southern California and Hawaii. After surfing’s big popularity surge following the Gidget movies, his images began appearing in magazines and commercial advertising, including: magazine covers, posters, advertisements, billboards, books, calendars and other mass-media presentations of surfing.


The New Yorker later described his lush color photographs of Hawaiian waves as having been reproduced on an enormous scale, including in Hamm's beer advertising.


A 1965 publication described James as generally recognized as one of the world's great surf photographers, noting that his long experience as a surfer informed the techniques he used to obtain his photographs.


Along with his photography, James continued surfing throughout his successful dental career. His patients included some extraordinarily famous people like Errol Flynn, Clark Gable, Christopher Isherwood and Aldous Huxley.


James recalled receiving telephone reports from Hawaii about conditions at places such as Waimea. When the surf became exceptional, he would rearrange noncritical appointments and get on an airplane. By dawn of the next day, the dentist could be in the lineup or, at very least, shooting film.


His Hawaii photographs featured big surf and famous surfers, and helped introduce Mainland audiences to the scale and power of Hawaiian surfing.


When surf magazines began to make the scene in the beginning 1960s, James found perhaps his photography’s greatest exposure to surfers specifically. In the process, he took shots of surfing greats like Fred Hemmings, Jose Angel, Buzzy Trent, Eddie Aikau, Miki Dora, Rusty Miller, Chip Post and many others.




SIGNIFICANT PUBLICATIONS


Hawaiian Surfriding


Don James worked with Tom Blake on Blake’s last book:  Hawaiian Surfriding: The Ancient and Royal Pastime, published in 1961.

This was an important collaboration between two generations of surf photography. Blake represented the pioneering generation of the 1920s and 1930s. James represented the generation that had inherited Blake's photographic ideas and developed them into the modern era.



Surfing San Onofre to Point Dume, 1936–1942


This collection of photographs, matched with captions and his own recollections, form the body of Don’s most culturally insightful and significant photography.

The book was originally published by Tom Adler Books in 1996, following the preparation of the material during James's final years. The work was subsequently issued by Chronicle Books in 1998. It contains approximately 140 pages of photographs, captions, and recollections.



Prewar Surfing Photographs

This second major collection of James's work preserves more of his early material. It was published after James had passed on, by Tom Adler Books in 2004, with an Introduction by Matt Warshaw.




TWILIGHT YEARS


During his later years, James lived in the Santa Barbara/Montecito area with his wife, Laura Rowan Peake James. He still surfed, paddling a vintage 9-foot-6-inch Del Cannon longboard, and also bodyboarded. He continued to travel and shooting photographs.


James's work acquired a new importance during the longboard revival of the early 1990s, which also coincided with increased interest in surfing history. Consequently, Don James was rediscovered by a generation that hadn't been alive when many of his most historical photographs were taken.


A 1992 video project, Dr. Don James Presents: Surfing in the 1930s, brought previously little-seen prewar color footage and James's oral history to a new surfing audience.


Looking back on his life, Don acknowledged that there had been a period when he wanted desperately to prove himself with his photography.


“There was a time when I had a violent need to prove something, and to be the best in the world at it.”


With age, that changed. He came to appreciate surfing simply for the pleasure of being in the ocean.


He continued:


“I know I can keep it up in some form or another as long as I can walk or crawl down to the water.”


Dr. Don James passed on, on December 24, 1996.




REMEMBERANCES


One of the most revealing memories of Don came from David Ohman, who knew James as his dentist. Ohman remembered seeing Don's surfing photographs decorating the dental office and Don telling stories about the old days, eventually encouraging him to take up surfing himself.


Ohman described him as:


“one of the kindest gentlemen on the planet”


and


“a true diplomat for the sport of surfing.”


“I’ve never really done anything extraordinary,” Don once modestly wrote, “maybe I happened to be where things occurred a few times, maybe I happened to do a couple of things first.”[24]


“Don had little desire to make claims of preeminence in the photographic field,” artist, writer and surf historian Craig R. Stecyk emphasized, “but for the record, among the photographic innovations that he either pioneered or greatly expanded the use of, for documenting the sport of surfing, are these: extreme telephoto lenses, large and micro-mini formats, camera boards, extreme wide angles, water housings, tubal perspectives, gyroscopic mounts, single-lens reflex systems, motor-drive sequences, helicopter perspectives, boat perspectives, and telephoto water shots.”[25]


“For many of his younger patients,” continued Stecyk, “and for two generations of surfing magazine readers, Don James was an example that terminal adolescence wasn’t a requirement for being a true, hardcore surfer. Perhaps that was his most significant achievement.”[26]



ENDIT




FOOTNOTES


[1] James, Don. Surfing San Onofre to Point Dume, 1936-1942: Photographs by Don James, ©1996 by Tom Adler. Introduction by C. R. Stecyk, p. 11.

[2] James, Don. Surfing San Onofre to Point Dume, 1936-1942, ©1996, p. 133. Don James written caption to image on p. 78.

[3] James, Surfing San Onofre to Point Dume, 1936-1942, ©1996, p. 133. Don James written caption to image on p. 78.

[4] James, Surfing San Onofre to Point Dume, 1936-1942,, ©1996 p. 10.                                         

[5] James, Surfing San Onofre to Point Dume, 1936-1942, ©1996, p. 130. Don James written caption to image on p. 65.

[6] James, Surfing San Onofre to Point Dume, 1936-1942, ©1996, p. 123. Don James written caption to image of Pete and Cap Watkins on p. 30.

[7] James, Surfing San Onofre to Point Dume, 1936-1942, ©1996, p. 11. See also p. 122 and plate on p. 22.

[8] James, Surfing San Onofre to Point Dume, 1936-1942, ©1996, p. 13.

[9] James, Surfing San Onofre to Point Dume, 1936-1942, ©1996, p. 130. Don James written caption to image on p. 66.

[10] James, Surfing San Onofre to Point Dume, 1936-1942, ©1996, pp. 130-131. Don James written caption to image on p. 67.

[11] James, Surfing San Onofre to Point Dume, 1936-1942, ©1996, p. 122. Don James quoted. See plate on p. 23.

[12] James, Surfing San Onofre to Point Dume, 1936-1942, ©1996, p. 137. Don James written caption to image on p. 100.

[13] James, Surfing San Onofre to Point Dume, 1936-1942, ©1996, p. 138. Don James written caption to image on p. 105.

[14] Lynch, Gary, “Doc Ball, Legendary Lensman,” April 10, 1990.

[15] James, Surfing San Onofre to Point Dume, 1936-1942, ©1996, pp. 135-136. Don James written caption to image on p. 93.

[16] James, Don. Surfing San Onofre to Point Dume, 1936-1942, ©1996, p. 140. Don James written caption to image on p. 115.

[17] James, Don. Surfing San Onofre to Point Dume, 1936-1942, ©1996, p. 140. Don James written caption to image on p. 114.

[18] James, Surfing San Onofre to Point Dume, 1936-1942, ©1996, p. 14. Don James quoted.

[19] James, Surfing San Onofre to Point Dume, 1936-1942, ©1996, p. 18. Don James quoted.

[20] James, Surfing San Onofre to Point Dume, 1936-1942, ©1996, pp. 18-19. Don James quoted.

[21] James, Surfing San Onofre to Point Dume, 1936-1942, ©1996, p. 138. Don James written caption to image on p. 107.

[22] James, Surfing San Onofre to Point Dume, 1936-1942, ©1996, p. 140. Don James written caption to image on p. 118, writing about 1943.

[23] James, Don. Surfing San Onofre to Point Dume, 1936-1942, ©1996, p. 139. Don James written caption to image on p. 113.

[24] James, Surfing San Onofre to Point Dume, 1936-1942, ©1996, p. 17. Don James quoted.

[25] James, Surfing San Onofre to Point Dume, 1936-1942, ©1996, p. 17.

[26] James, Surfing San Onofre to Point Dume, 1936-1942, ©1996, p. 19.



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Friday, August 14, 2026

SoCal After The War


Aloha and Welcome to this LEGENDARY SURFERS chapter on Southern California surfing after World War II.



Photo by Joe Quigg



CONTENTS


Flood Control’s Demise

Malibu, 1941-1946

Opai, Rocky and Yater

San Clemente, 1945-1949

Dana Point

Ned Jacoby, Peanuts and the Marines

Hot Curl Surfari, 1947






On May 7, 1945, Nazi Germany surrendered. “V.E. Day” ended all fighting in Europe on the following day.


Ending the angst amongst the Allies on how to end the war in the Pacific by having to invade Japan, the United States dropped atomic bombs on two Japanese cities in early August 1945. The Imperial Japanese government subsequently surrendered unconditionally on August 15, 1945, partly because they figured it was better to surrender to the Americans rather than the Russians.


The total cost of human life during World War II is estimated at between 70 million and 85 million people. This staggering total includes roughly 21 to 25 million military personnel and 50 to 60 million civilians who died from direct combat, genocide, mass bombing, disease, and war-related famine.[1]


What war’s end meant for many soldier surfers was the return to surfing itself. For their friends, it was the gradual return of their surf buddies to the lineups. Significantly, the end of World War II set the stage for technological advances in surfboard design and a gradually increasing stream of U.S. Mainland surfers on surfari to Hawaii.


After World War II ended and the surfer servicemen “started coming back in late ‘45 and early ‘46,” Duke Kahanamoku recalled, “surfing once again took an upturn. But it was slow, for the military returnees were occupied with finding jobs or returning to their interrupted education chores.”[2] Many Southern California surfers went back to school on the G.I. bill.





FLOOD CONTROL’S DEMISE

 

Along with human casualties, the Second World War resulted in the destruction of one of the favored surf spots of the 1930s – Long Beach’s Flood Control.[3]


“In a rush of patriotism, defense planning and commerce during World War II,” wrote Steve Barilotti in a 1997 issue of Surfer magazine, the Navy built a breakwater in San Pedro Bay, at Long Beach, “effectively choking off south-facing Long Beach from swell action and turning the once wave-rich waters of Belmont Shores into a placid, sometimes stinking harbor dotted with oil platforms thinly disquised with fake palm trees as tropical atolls.”[4]


Today, besides the fact there is no longer any surf at Flood Control, the area is high in pollutants. “One of the major problems is that the Los Angeles River empties out into Long Beach,” explained Long Beach Surfrider Foundation activist Robert Palmer. “The breakwater holds all the inland garbage and scum that comes down the flood-control channel. You go west of 55th Street toward downtown and the beach sand is marbeled with oil, Styrofoam, you name it. You don’t even want to walk on it.”[5]


From the 1910s and throughout the 1930s, Flood Control had been a prime spot for surf. In California Surfriders, 1946, Doc Ball, surfing’s first dedicated photographer, wrote glowingly of the waves at Flood Control.[6] Doc was not the only one to hold Flood Control in high regard. His buddy LeRoy “Granny” Grannis loved the spot and explained:


“Flood Control was an excellent right that used to break where the Queen Mary is now on any good-size swell. It was rideable up to 15 to 20 feet. In September of 1939 we rode a huge chubasco-driven swell that was pushing over 15 feet. Ted Sizemore (an excellent surfer of the time and a Long Beach lifeguard) said that on a good south swell they had more rescues along parts of Long Beach than anywhere else on the Southern California coast. But during the war we all went away and they built the breakwater. There wasn’t much we could do about it.”[7]


“The Army Corps of Engineers built the Long Beach breakwater from 1942 to 1949,” continued Barliotti, “to house the Pacific Fleet along ‘Battleship Row,’ south of Palos Verdes and north of Seal Beach. At two and a half miles, it is the world’s longest breakwater.”[8]






MALIBU, 1941-1946


During the early 1940s, Malibu began to be ridden on a daily basis. Within a decade it would eclipse all other California surf spots as the epicenter of U.S. Mainland surf culture.


Before Europeans settled the area, the Chumash Indians had lived along the beach at “Malibu Surfrider Beach” for thousands of years. They called it Humaliwo, loosely translated as, “where the surf sounds loudly.” They were there in 1542 when the Spaniard Juan Cabrillo sailed his ships into the cove in search of fresh drinking water. He called the cove, “Pueblo de las Canoas,” village of the canoes. The villages were still there in the 1700s when the Spanish arrived and began their attempts to “civilize” the Chumash.


As for the first surfers to ride Malibu, it was in the year 1926. The riders were Tom Blake and Sam Reid; both lifeguards then, at Santa Monica Beach. Back then, there were armed guards at the Rindge Malibu Ranch and Blake and Reid had to evade them in the process of breaking open the new surf break. There were a few others that came after them, but Malibu was difficult to reach until the State of California opened the highway through the Rindge Ranch a few years later, in 1929, after a long legal fight with the owners.[9]


“The 1930’s brought surfers, but not many,” remembered Malibu’s first lifeguard Cal Porter. “If you didn’t want to surf alone you brought friends with you. My first experience there was in the late 30’s and five or so surfers at one time was a pretty good crowd, and that was on a good summer day with a decent south swell running. Early morning was best when there was no one in the water. The Adamson House was there on the point as it is today, having been built in 1929 for the daughter of the Rindge family and her husband. It is now a museum open to the public. The famous Malibu Wall where we leaned our boards was built in 1932 and is still there in part. It once ran almost down to the pier. The old two lane highway ran alongside the wall and is now a parking lot. 


“The Malibu pier had been there since 1905, built as a shipping wharf. Before 1938 a surfer’s goal was to reach the end of the pier at the conclusion of the ride, but that took a very large wave. After 1938 that became impossible when the pier was extended to its present length of 780 feet. A storm in 1943 wiped out the end of the pier and it was rebuilt to what we see today. There were no businesses or restaurants near the area in the 1930’s. The Malibu Inn that has been across the street for so many years was at that time located on the old Malibu Road across from the Colony.”[10]


Craig Stecyk wrote of an incident that took place at Malibu just before the outbreak of war, in October 1941:


“A confrontation is in progress. With only three guys in the water, Gard Chapin has forced the altercation over a drop in. This is typical behavior for Chapin, a gifted surfer, who turns and cuts alone in an era when almost everyone else trims. Gard’s verbose tactics alienate more than a few and his radical board designs aren’t really appreciated. One who wasn’t intimidated is Robert Simmons who bought his first surfboard from Chapin. Eventually, Bob went to work in the Chapin wood shop and there had his initial board building experiences. Other velocity-maneuverability standouts in those dark age days were Bud Morrisey and Dave Sykes. Morrisey contributed down-the-line shapes and was considered by many to be the first to walk the board at Malibu. Topanga dweller Sykes’ finely honed speed lines and turning were years in advance of others. Sykes delighted in perfect planing surfaces and placed 15 layers of hand rubbed lacquer over his boards creating a hard shelled outer surface many years before [fiberglass was adopted] ... To this day, Chapin, Morrisey and Sykes occupy prominent spots in the Malibu pantheon of innovators.”[12]


Then came the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor and the USA entry into the Second World War.


World War II made it difficult to surf Malibu. With reports of Japanese subs off the coastline, the U.S. Coast Guard established a headquarters in the pool house of the Adamson estate, and the pier was used as a lookout post. Barbed wire went up and the beach was under constant surveillance. Dale Velzy made it out a time or two but not many more did. Malibu was blacked out at night with no house or car lights allowed. Long military convoys passed Malibu Surfrider almost daily.


At the end of the war in 1945, as many as ten surfers were seen in the water at one time. The crowd steadily increased and then in the mid-1950s “Gidget arrived and attendance soon after exploded,” recalled Cal Porter. “It increased so much that the State of California took over the beach and asked the County of Los Angeles to operate it. 


“Before this time, life at Surfrider Beach was free and easy. You could camp and sleep on the beach, build shelters, light fires and cook dinners, rent out surfboards, drink a beer or two, and pretty much do as you pleased. What the surfers didn’t want was supervision, beach rules and a lifeguard. So there I was on June 11, 1959 assigned as Malibu Surfrider’s first lifeguard. I think the idea was that I knew a lot of the guys there, I was an older lifeguard by then, and maybe they wouldn’t beat me up, at least not too badly. But it all worked out, lifeguards have been there almost fifty years now, running a tight ship, and protecting the thousands of swimmers and surfers at one of the most popular beaches on the California Coast.


“… The Point still faces due south and cranks out some of the best waves anywhere. A nice summer south swell works best, but first, second and third points are all ridden year around.”[11]





OPAI, ROCKY AND YATER


One of the surfer servicemen returning to formal education after the war was Tom “Opai” Wert. Born in 1924 and a founding member of the San Onofre Surf Club, Opai had gotten into surfing while body surfing with the newly-invented swim fins of Owen Churchill, at San O. At ‘Nofre, he saw “older” guys riding boards. He borrowed one and was soon hooked. His new love was interrupted when he was called up for military service. During his service years, 1942-45, Opai recalled that all he could think about was surfing. 


After the war, he moved to San Clemente and took advantage of the “GI Bill” by enrolling in Orange Coast College in 1948. He went on to become a school teacher so that he would have enough time to surf.[47]


Many other surfers more or less dropped out after the war, opting to continue with their surfing at all costs.

One of this later crew was Dave Rochlen. On April 3, 1946, after serving as a Marine in the South Pacific, Rochlen showed up at Malibu and was particularly taken to a surfboard made by “some crippled guy named Simmons.”[48]


“He’s got a great attitude,” said Rochlen of Simmons, “— he calls everyone ‘fucking pussies.’” About Simmons’ board shapes, “Rocky” Rochlen noted, “There’s something different going on here, the guy talks about particulated molecular masses moving up the face of the wave.” At Simmons’ house, on June 15, 1946, Simmons showed Rochlen and Joe Quigg his 12th creation. It was a redwood and he credited influence from Gard Chapin and Bud Morrisey. On the way home, Rochlen commented to Quigg that, “Yes indeed, something remarkable is afoot.”[49]


“What fueled Rochlen’s, and others’, great passion,” postulated John Grissim in his book Pure Stoke, “was their new independence, and an unwillingness to drop back into a regimented social system. The stance was not angry, it was go-it-alone, laissez-faire, unconsciously romantic, and a bit escapist. But that life was based on a clear, clean, passionate vision that was attainable – as were the waves. Whenever and wherever the swell was up, there was always plenty of room.”[50]


One gremmie missing the war was Rennie Yater who, by the mid-1940s, was riding a Pacific Ocean Ready Cut Homes board. “I picked up one of those Pacific System Homes boards, probably – I’ll say ‘46,” recalled Rennie. “The board was the classic one with the nose blocks and red pine wood rails, balsa center – what they called the kettle bottom round, flat deck. Tiny little fin. The Swastika model they made was a little thinner board than that. It wasn’t as big and bulky. It was smaller, thinner. I didn’t see those until later.


“The guy that had that business surfed San Onofre, apparently, and had the ability to make those things, along with the house projects. I don’t know how many of those things they made. A hundred? Two hundred? I have no idea. A hundred boards then was a lot of surfboards.


“Then I started going down and riding Doheny. You know, my dad would take me down there. I had to make a rack on the back of the car to get it in there. He’d take me and this other kid who lived up the street. We’d go down there, right straight off. Probably did that for a couple of years... mostly in the summer, because the winter really didn’t have much surf there.”[51] 





SAN CLEMENTE, 1945-49


Surfers Vince Nelson, Jim and John Severson told a little bit about their hometown of San Clemente after the war:


“Ahh, San Clemente,” recalled Vince Nelson. “Perhaps the intervening years have dimmed the past a bit, but it seems now that there were no winters then, only school and summers... We were lucky to live in little ‘ol San Clemente; post-war, pre-population explosion, pre-sexual revolution, before, during and after puberty in that kinder, gentler era.”[71]


Vince Nelson and the Severson brothers first rode the San Clemente pier area on Bud Gable’s inflatable mats – “‘Surf Tans’... that’s what was stenciled on them,” remembered Jim Severson. “We lived on those mats, and learned a lot about surfing as we went; angling, timing, shooting the green, turning back, shooting the pier. We put on a pretty gutsy show, but the pier fishermen weren’t our biggest fans. We’d be ducking lead weights, and worried about getting hooked.”[72]


“Just as I saved for and dreamed of my first pair of Churchill’s,” recalled Nelson, speaking of the early swim fins, “I lusted for my own surf mat. In the meantime, we all took turns (working) at the rental concession so we could use the mats. No money was exchanged (since we had none). We would pump those beauties up to the limit to get them hard enough to kneel and stand on. They had an odd seam-busting defect in that one chamber would break and then the mat would have a fat side to it. Lousy for surfing, but the tourists didn’t seem to mind too much (we were off sliding on the hot one’s). The staff was in the water more than in the concession, and Buddy complained there were not enough mats for the cash customers.”[73]


“We discovered S.C. in a great kid way,” Jim Severson said. “You could walk anywhere. There were trails across fields, through eucalyptus-lined canyons and up and down the bluffs to the beach...


“Bikes were kind of scarce right after the war. Some of us had them, but it was often simpler to walk because of the difficulty of getting bikes through the canyons. Bob Sickafoose used to ride his bike to school; missed the 2” x 8” bridge at the bottom and sung the crossbar blues for a few days. Ouch! Also, we were big on throwing rocks. Just throwing to see what we could hit. I don’t want to say exactly what we threw at because there might still be a few unsolved cases. We weren’t bad, but everything was magnified because it was such a small town.


“The cops loved us because they tired of just writing traffic tickets. Bruce “Red” Crego was famous for giving tickets to anyone, regardless of status. His favorite time was Del Mar Racing season when he took great joy in nailing speeding stars. They named him ‘Red Rider.’ He was also the juvenile watchdog. He hated Walter Ryan and me because we built a tree house right over the spot he used to park with a certain local schoolmarm. Then there was the time a big dog was hit by a car and was flopping in the road. Walt and I watched as Red Rider came flying up, siren screaming, and as city pound master, pulled his revolver to dispatch the poor creature. ‘Stand back, stand back!’ he ordered. Point-blank he shot and missed three times, before a lucky shot mercifully ended it for the pooch. We spread the word of ‘sure-shot’ all over town, further endearing ourselves to him. But somehow, we felt a lot safer after that.”[74]


“The pier; fishin’, swimmin’, bodysurfin’, surf mats and exposure to the lifeguards and surfing dentist Barney Wilkes, and proximity to the surfing beaches led us on the natural progression to becoming Surf Kings. (Or was it beach bums?),” remembered Vince Nelson.


“When the surf was good,” added Jim Severson, “we’d get one of our girl friends to watch the concession while we matted. We had fun with anything that floated.”[75]


“There were other kids in our gang,” added Jim Severson. “Early on it was Walter Ryan, Jim Coberly, Larry Jones, and later, Terry (T-Street Terry) Miller, Ted Tafe, Bill Taylor, Tun Morgan, Tony Forster and the crowd slowly grew.”


“Before we could easily get to the surfboard meccas,” noted Jim’s brother John, “we started making plywood bellyboards. They were about 2’ x 3’ with rounded noses, varnished and usually had some distinctive painting. Mine had a surfing gorilla. They would rip, compared to mats...”


“As we got older,” Jim Severson said, “we needed more money to support cars and girl friends, and got jobs washing dishes and pumping gas, but the ultimate was... LIFEGUARD! Surfing lifeguards, with an emphasis on the surfin’. But it was to be years before we ever had a cash surplus again.”[76]


“Surfing was on my mind from the moment my sister Jane took me to San Onofre with her date Tom ‘Opai’ Wert, and I saw how gods walk on water,” Jim Severson continued. “Before we could drive, it was tough getting to Doheny and San Onofre where we could learn. We’d hitch or get a lift and then borrow a board, usually the worst ‘dog’ on the beach. Doheny lifeguard Dave Tansey was one of our main sponsors. His redwood-balsa weighed over 100 pounds and we probably didn’t. Dave taught us to stand the board up and then lean it back into the cradle of our arm, resting on our shoulder. We could get it there but then couldn’t lift a leg to walk. We’d just sway awhile until we sunk, dodging the falling board. We ended up dragging it to the water.


“You’d paddle like mad and pretty soon the board would start moving. Same with catching a wave. To get an angle, I’d stick an arm and a leg in the water, drag into a turn, and then stand and ride for the green. At the end of the wave, we eventually learned how to turn.”[77]


 


DANA POINT


In the 1930s and ‘40s, Dana Point was “California’s premiere big water spot,” according to Don James, until “Dana Point was commercially developed in concert with governmental agencies. The effects of this alteration of coastline are still being felt. Extreme shoreline erosion, storm surf property loss, severe pollution, and the virtual disappearance of the local fishing industry are only a few of the results.


“The point was named after author Richard Henry Dana, who immortalized the place in his book Two Years Before the Mast. Interestingly, Dana’s documentation of the early California hide trade, makes reference to an adobe-walled structure that is located near the break. This house is the ancestral home of the family of Cecilia Ortega,” who married Lorrin Harrison. The pioneer surfer and his Spanish land grant descendant lived together there for many years. Above where Lorrin built canoes and surfboards there hung in the overhead rafters, old cow hides, which dated back to the time of Dana.[78]


“Killer Dana was one of the greatest big wave spots on the West Coast. The combined talents of the Army Corps of Engineers and a contingent of Orange County developers reduced this majestic natural wonder into a permanently stagnant pond in just a couple of months. The Dana name lives on at the boat harbor, but this perversion of commerce bears no resemblance to the incredible original resource.”[79]


Before that section of coastline was reworked, a memorable moment was written down by Don James:


“We were down south filming an ‘Unsung Heroes’ motion picture short with Pete Peterson. Pete was out diving for the crew’s dinner while we surfed. Before the building of the pier and harbor, Dana Point was a great abalone site. Peterson was an incredible fisherman and no great conservationist. He used to take hundreds of abs a day from San Clemente reef week after week. I’m ashamed now that we didn’t know any better, but there wasn’t anyone around to tell us not to decimate the lobsters, abalones, and fish except for the Fish and Game Department wardens, and we used to elude them.”[80]

 



NED JACOBY, PEANUTS AND THE MARINES


Throughout most of the 1930s, San Onofre had been the beach party spot, encouraging loner surfers and others who did not go in for the formality of belonging to a surf club, but still appreciated camaraderie as well as San O’s waves. Ned Jacoby was around when more formal efforts were made to secure San Onofre as a surf spot, circa 1946-1947:


“In the years during WWII,” recalled Jacoby, “I was in the USAAF, living in Laguna Beach… and surfing at San Onofre whenever I had the chance. After the war ended – and still living in Laguna Beach – I surfed at San Onofre a lot. Mostly with Thayer Crispin and Ralph Kinney. Occasionally with George (“Peanuts”) Larson. Some of the regulars like Lorrin Harrison, Eddie McBride, Jim (“Burrhead”) Dreever, Opai and Fritz (“McGitz”) Watson, I knew, but not well. I wasn’t that good a surfer and they were pretty much our models.


“Back then, when you drove in to San Onofre you turned off the Coast Highway, crossed the railroad tracks by the old train station, turned left  and drove past a little shack before driving on down the dirt road to the grass hut – the area now called ‘Old Man’s.’


“There was usually a guy in the shack who would ask for something like a 50 cent entry fee. Sometimes he was asleep, drunk or both and we’d just drive by without paying. Nobody seemed to know who he represented or how he got there.


“However, when the war ended the Marines began to get more organized at Camp Pendleton. Then, one day there was a Marine enlisted guy in the shack. He wasn’t very friendly and wanted to know what we were doing there before reluctantly letting us pass. It seemed like a warning sign. If we didn’t do something soon it looked like we might shortly get closed out of ‘our’ San Onofre beach as simply a liability nuisance to a huge military reservation.”[81]


“Finally I decided to chance putting in a call to the Commanding Officer at Camp Pendleton – the legendary General ‘Howlin’ Mad’ Smith. After hearing why I was calling, General Smith’s aide-de-camp gave me an appointment to come out to Pendleton and present the case for continuing to use our San Onofre surfing spot.


“George Larson and I collected a folder of news articles and photos about San Onofre surfing and we drove out to Camp Pendleton to meet the colonel who was Gen. Smith’s aide. We didn’t get to meet General Smith but the colonel gave us at least a good half an hour. To our surprise he understood the situation immediately and was very interested. It turned out the Marine staff had no knowledge of surfing at all and didn’t realize why that particular location at San Onofre was so special and what a long surfing history it had. Nor what it meant to so many people.


“We heard nothing for several weeks. Meanwhile the rutted dirt road leading down to the grass hut had become almost undriveable. Run-off from the bluff canyons had cut deep into the road in several places. Surfers placed logs and boards to bridge the shallow ditches but the car tires were constantly slipping off and getting stuck.


“One morning we drove down prepared to negotiate the ditches and discovered to our surprise that the road was now beautifully scraped and filled! Not only that but the Marine at the entrance shack cheerfully waved us through.


“Eddie McBride was at the shack already and we asked him what had happened. Eddie told us that a few days earlier several Marines in a jeep had driven up and asked them where they wanted the road to go! The road scrapers got to work immediately! Then, a few weeks later the Marines extended the road and built some small beach huts maybe three hundred yards south of our grass hut. Soon Marine officers started to use the huts for a beach headquarters and some of them even began learning to surf – with help from the San Onofre regulars.


“Because of having to finally start work in Los Angeles, that was the last I saw of San Onofre for many years. I never knew the early days when the San Onofre Surfing Club was formed; who the guys were who put it together, how it was done or whether the Marines were part of the deal. Still, I like to think that the visit we had with General Smith’s aide that day… kept us from getting fenced out then and might even have helped lay the groundwork for the future club’s acceptance.”[82]

  



HOT CURL SURFARI, 1947


At the Ventura County Museum there is an archive of photos taken by Malibu resident John Larronde from the 1930s to the 1950s, and from San Onofre to Ventura. One of the photos shows George Downing, Russ Takaki and Wally Froiseth standing in front of their surfboards, on the beach somewhere. The boards all look to be under 10 feet, with pointed noses and outlines that have a hint of modernity.


When George Downing saw the photo in Hawaii, he had a good story: “Okay that was in 1947, I am positive.”


Russ was equally emphatic that it was 1949. Some surfwriters even have it as 1948. Further research will establish the date. As it was a Trans Pac run, it should be easy to check their records.


“Me and Russ and Wally sailed from Honolulu on a Trans Pac yacht,” continued George Downing. “We ended up in San Diego first, and got good waves at Windansea and those places. We bought an old car and headed up the coast and we also got good waves at Malibu. The board I am standing with, that was Pepe and one of my favorite boards. I rode that on a good day at Malibu and ran into the pier. I dinged the nose of my board and was pretty upset because I didn’t think it could be fixed. I got to the beach and saw Bob Simmons there and he said he would fix my board. I said, ‘How you gonna do that?’


“And that was the first time I saw fiberglass and resin.”[83]


This surf safari ran in the opposite direction of most trans-Pacific trips. “Switching the pattern that had developed over the previous 30 years or so of Mainland surfers coming to Hawaii – Wally Froiseth, George Downing and Russ Takaki took a surf safari to the mainland. As noted, dates for this event vary from 1947 to 1948 and 1949, depending on who is remembering. Irregardless of the year, as Wally put it, ‘We made kind of a sensation with our boards.”[84]


The Hawaiians arrived by sailboat, crewing from O’ahu to San Diego, then bought a Model A Ford and surf safaried between Windansea, and Santa Cruz.[85]


“Wally, George Downing and myself,” took the trip, explained Russ Takaki, “and there was two other guys and the skipper and a cook.[86]


“We didn’t sail back. I didn’t have that long of vacation. It took 15 days to sail out to San Diego and then we – ah, um – we had our sleeping bags and we bummed up and down the coast a couple of weeks, maybe more. Then, we had to fly back.”[87]


The three hot curl surfers renewed friendships with Pete Peterson, Whitey Harrison and Doc Ball. They also met Bob Simmons, Matt Kivlin, Dave Rochlen, Buzzy Trent and others. While at Malibu, the waves were unseasonably small and the water colder than usual. Pidgin parlance summed it up: “It no wave sho ‘so no can go.”[88] Russ, in his modest manner, not wanting to put the Coast waves down, merely described: “Fair surf at Windansea and a little bit at Malibu.”[89]


“Just imagine,” Russ shifted from waves to water. “When Wally, Geo’ge Downing and I sailed dat yacht to San Diego, we never had any wet suits. Nobody had wet suits. At that time. And, you know, with our redwood boards – you know, they didn’t float that high [off the surface of the water]. But, when you’re young, you know, you don’t mind that much. Never freezing, but we got to shivering.


“... the fellas would build a bonfire on the beach. Throw old discarded car tires [on the fire]. And they got to stink, but – anything to keep warm!”[90]


Wally Froiseth had a number of classic photographs taken of this trip that can be seen in Nat Young’s History of Surfing.[91] I asked Russ about some of the other surfers I saw in Wally’s photos.


“We got off [the yacht] and got to know all the guys who surfed,” Russ said about who the Hawaiians hung out with. “After all, we slept on the beach.”


“You could do that in those days,” I said.


“Yeah, those days nobody bothered [you].”[92]


“Several of the California surfers,” Russ added, “would trace our boards on large sheets of paper and did a fair job of imitating our boards.”[93]


Adding to Russ’ recollections of the Mainland trip, Wally Froiseth mentioned they had gotten to see Doc Ball and stirred up a lot of interest among California surfers to go Hawaiian.


“Yeah, well, see, after we made this trip to the Coast,” Wally told me, “guys started comin’ down, little by little; send pictures back and go back with stories of their own. At one point, I got a letter from [Pete] Peterson. He writes me, telling me, ‘Hey, Wallace, this guy here says you guys are out surfing Barber’s Point in 60-foot waves – that right?’”[94]



ENDIT




FOOTNOTES


[1] Google search, 21 August 2026.

[2] Kahanamoku, 1968, p. 45.

[3] Gault-Williams, Malcolm. “Redwoods, Hollows & Redwood Combos.”

[4] Barilotti, 1997, p. 54. Robert Palmer quoted.

[5] Stecyk and Pezman, 1994.

[6] Gault-Williams, Malcolm. “Redwoods, Hollows & Redwood Combos.”

[7] Barilotti, 1997, p. 54. LeRoy Grannis quoted.

[8] Barilotti, 1997, p. 54.

[9] Gault-Williams, LEGENDARY SURFERS Volume 2: Early Twentieth Century Surfing and Tom Blake, ©2007.

[10] Cal Porter blog post, August 25, 2008.

[11] Cal Porter blog post, August 25, 2008.

[12] Stecyk, C. R., Sufers Journal.

[13] Lockwood, 2005-2006, p. 59.

[14] Lockwood, “Waterman Preston ‘Pete’ Peterson,” 2005-2006, p. 62.

[15] Lockwood, “Waterman Preston ‘Pete’ Peterson,” 2005-2006, p. 62.

[16] Gault-Williams, Malcolm. Telephone interview with Hobie Alter, October 10, 2001.

[17] Lynch, Gary. Interview with Tommy Zahn, 27 July 1988. Tommy Zahn quoted.

[18] Holmes, Paul. Dale Velzy is Hawk, © 2006 by Paul Holmes, p. 50. Pete’s first balsa dated as 1936.

[19] Lockwood, “Waterman Preston ‘Pete’ Peterson,” 2005-2006, p. 62. See also “The Malibu Board,” and “From Wood to Foam,” chapters in the LEGENDARY SURFERS collection.

[20] Young, 1983, p. 61.

[21] Lockwood, “Waterman Preston ‘Pete’ Peterson,” 2005-2006, p. 62. See also “The Malibu Board,” and “From Wood to Foam,” chapters in the LEGENDARY SURFERS collection.

[22] Young, 1983, p. 61.

[23] Lynch, Gary. Interview with Tommy Zahn, 27 July 1988. Tommy Zahn quoted.

[24] Lynch, Gary. Interview with Tommy Zahn, 27 July 1988.

[25] Gault-Williams, Malcolm. Telephone Interview with Hobie Alter, October 10, 2001.

[26] Gault-Williams, Malcolm. Telephone Interview with Hobie Alter, October 10, 2001.

[27] Gault-Williams, LEGENDARY SURFERS Volume 3: The 1930s, ©2012. Chapter on Pete.

[28] Gault-Williams, Malcolm. Interview with Wally Froiseth, April 3, 1996. This section on Whitey primarily drawn from LEGENDARY SURFERS Volume 3: The 1930s.

[29] Clark, Let’s Go, Let’s Go! © 1997, p. 24.

[30] Stecyk, The Surfer’s Journal, Winter 1993-94, p. 38.

[31] Surfer, Vol. 35, No. 1, January 1994, p. 30.

[32] Stecyk, The Surfer’s Journal, Winter 1993-94, p. 42.

[33] Gault-Williams, Malcolm. Interview with John “Doc” Ball, January 10, 1998.

[34] Kahanamoku, 1968, p. 45.

[35] John Grissim, Pure Stoke, 1982, p. 20. Dave Rochlen quoted.

[36] Lynch, Gary. “Biograhical Sketch of Dr. John Heath Ball,” February 2, 1989. Also Doc’s Notes on the Draft, May 19-21, 1998.

[37] Lynch, Gary. “Doc Ball, Legendary Lensman,” April 10, 1990. In his Notes on the Draft to this chapter, Doc noted about the $7.25 price: “hardback, yet!”

[38] Ball, John “Doc”. Early California Surfriders, 1995, reissued California Surfriders 1946, 1946, 1979. Published by Jim Feuling, 1995, Pacific Publishing, 2521 Palma Drive, Ventura, California 93003.

[39] Gault-Williams, Malcolm. Surfing, Volume 32, Number 10, October 1996, p. 64. Book review.

[40] Gault-Williams, Malcolm. Interview with John “Doc” Ball, January 10, 1998.

[41] Lynch, Gary. “Doc Ball, Legendary Lensman,” April 10, 1990.

[42] Lynch, Gary. “Biograhical Sketch of Dr. John Heath Ball,” February 2, 1989. The NG piece ran eight pages, entitled “Surf-Boarders Capture California,” September 1944.

[43] Ball, 1946, 1979, 1995, pp. 52-53.

[44] Gault-Williams, Malcolm. Interview with LeRoy Grannis, Carlsbad, California, 26 June 1999.

[45] Noll, Greg. Da Bull, p. 93.

[46] Doyle, 1993, pp. 26-27. See Gault-Williams, “Doc Ball, Father of Surf Photography.”

[47] Crawford, Carin. “Waves of Transformation.” Internet Paper focusing on Southern California’s surf culture in the post-World War II period. URL:  http://facs.scripps.edu/surf/wavesof.html..  See also carin_crawford@qm.salk.edu. Opai is currently an instructor of American Government courses at Orange Coast College.

[48] Stecyk, Craig. Surfer, Volume 33, Number 12, p. 41.

[49] Stecyk, Craig. The Surfer’s Journal, Volume 1, Number 3, p. 41.

[50] Grissim, 1982, p. 20.

[51] Gault-Williams, interview with Rennie Yater, March 24, 1994.

[52] Press-Telegram, February 19, 1930.

[53] Press-Telegram, July 13, 1930.

[54] Press-Telegram, September 1, 1930.

[55] Gault-Williams. LEGENDARY SURFERS Volume 3: The 1930s.

[56] Press-Telegram, December 31, 1930.

[57] Press-Telegram, January 28, 1932.

[58] Press-Telegram, January 2, 1934.

[59] Press-Telegram, May 20, 1936.

[60] Press-Telegram, July 7, 1938.

[61] Press-Telegram, January 2, 1940.

[62] Press-Telegram, February 11, 1940.

[63] Press-Telegram, April 13, 1940.

[64] Press-Telegram, October 3, 1940.

[65] Press-Telegram, October 17, 1940.

[66] Press-Telegram, October 23, 1940.

[67] Press-Telegram, March 16, 1941

[68] Press-Telegram, October 16, 1941.

[69] Press-Telegram, April 3, 1942.

[70] Press-Telegram, April 10, 1942.

[71] The Surfer’s Journal, “Sentimental Journey,” A recollection of growing up in the late forties and early fifties by the “San Clemente Surfers,” Jim and John Severson and Vince Nelson, Volume 4, Number 3, ©Fall 1995, p. 92. Vince Nelson quoted.

[72] The Surfer’s Journal, “Sentimental Journey,” Fall 1995, pp. 92-93. Jim Severson.

[73] The Surfer’s Journal, “Sentimental Journey,” Fall 1995, p. 93. Vince Nelson.

[74] The Surfer’s Journal, “Sentimental Journey,” Fall 1995, p. 94. Jim Severson.

[75] The Surfer’s Journal, “Sentimental Journey,” Fall 1995, p. 95. Vince Nelson and Jim Severson.

[76] The Surfer’s Journal, “Sentimental Journey,” Fall 1995, pp. 96-97. Vince Nelson, Jim and John Severson.

[77] The Surfer’s Journal, “Sentimental Journey,” Fall 1995, p. 97. Jim Severson.

[78] James, Surfing San Onofre to Point Dume, 1936-1942, ©1996, p. 132. Don James written caption to image on p. 71.

[79] James, Surfing San Onofre to Point Dume, 1936-1942, ©1996, p. 132. Don James written caption to image on p. 73.

[80] James, Surfing San Onofre to Point Dume, 1936-1942, ©1996, p. 132. Don James written caption to image on p. 72.

[81] Emai from Ned Jacoby to Spencer Croul, October 7, 2003. Lorrin incorrectly spelled “Loren” in the original.

[82] Emai from Ned Jacoby to Spencer Croul, October 7, 2003. The story of the San Onofre Surf Club and the preservation of San O as a surfing spot is continued in Volume 5 of LEGENDARY SURFERS.

[83] Marcus, Ben. Interview with George Downing, date unknown but sometime around 2010. George was so adamant about the date, that I have gone from 1948 to 1949 (Russ’s recollection) to 1947. Makes sense that this began the “Coast Haole Migration.”

[84] Gault-Williams, Malcolm. Interview with Wally Froiseth, April 3, 1996.

[85] Young, Nat. The History of Surfing, Palm Beach Press, Palm Beach, NSW, Australia, ©1983, p. 67. Lueras has Woody Brown in this group, but by Woody’s own recollections to this author he didn’t return to California after 1940 until 1993. See also  Stecyk, C.R.  The Surfer’s Journal, Volume 1, Number 3, p. 54.

[86] Stecyk and Pezman, “Rabbit Kekai -- Talking Story,” 1994. Steve Pezman has this event in “the postwar late 1940s,” in a special “Surfer Style” issue of Surfer magazine, 1983.  Noted in Lueras, Leonard.  Surfing, The Ultimate Pleasure, Workman Publishing, New York, NY, ©1984, p. 117. Lueras has Pezman as one of the early Californians to venture over. In the Surfer article, Pezman refers to himself the same way, writing, “They tasted Malibu as we had tasted Castles surf.”

[87] Gault-Williams, Malcolm. Interview with Russ Takaki, March 16, 1997.

[88] Stecyk, C.R. The Surfer’s Journal, ©1992, Volume 1, Number 3, p. 54.

[89] Gault-Williams, Malcolm. Interview with Russ Takaki, March 16, 1997.

[90] Gault-Williams, Malcolm. Interview with Russ Takaki, March 16, 1997. Russ remembered the year of the trip as 1949.

[91] See Young, 1983, pp. 66, 67 & 72.

[92] Gault-Williams, Malcolm. Interview with Russ Takaki, March 16, 1997.

[93] Russ Takaki, in notating the draft of the interview, July 1997.

[94] Gault-Williams, Malcolm. Interview with Wally Froiseth, April 3, 1996.

[95] Gault-Williams, Malcolm. Interview with Wally Froiseth, April 3, 1996.

[96] Gault-Williams. Interview with Wally Froiseth, April 3, 1996.

[97] Stecyk, C.R. The Surfer’s Journal, ©1992, Volume 1, Number 3, p. 54. Russ told me he remembers it as “around’ 1949,” but was very specific, when correcting my draft of the interview, that it was 1949.

[98] Stecyk and Pezman, “Rabbit Kekai -- Talking Story.” Pez has this event in “the postwar late 1940s,” in a special “Surfer Style” issue of Surfer magazine, 1983. Noted in Lueras, Leonard. Surfing, The Ultimate Pleasure, Workman Publishing, New York, NY, ©1984, p. 117. Lueras has Pezman as one of the early Californians to venture over. In the Surfer article, Pez refers to himself the same way, writing, “They tasted Malibu as we had tasted Castles surf.”

[99] Gault-Williams, Malcolm. Interview with Russ Takaki, March 16, 1997.