- A foggy morning off the coast of Newport Beach, CA is captured in this photograph by Qita Woolley, posted on I love Newport Beach! If I were still a sixteen year old setting on the pier that stretches out over the sea of Southern California, this beautifully peaceful surround would be a good place to set and ponder my navel — to reflect on the meaning of life as it pertains to my existence in it. This picture draws me back in time to the year 1959.
For the most part, I grew up in Northern California, in the town of Mountain View. And, for the most part, this is where I attended grade school and Junior High School. When I was mid way between my fifteenth and sixteenth year I relocated to Southern California. That summer of 1958 was grueling in every sense of the word. In September I registered at Bolsa Grande High School, made a few friends, and tried hard to settle into my new life. The next summer — in my sixteenth year — I discovered the deep berth of coastal sands along the Pacific ocean. I felt the mistiness of the sea on my skin and drank in the June/July afternoon heat through my pores. I had found a refuge from all disturbances that existed. The sea had always been a source of soothing calm to me, so much so I have often wondered if I were a sea captain in a previous life.
The summer of 1959 is when the film Gidget came out! I must have watched it half a dozen times, why wouldn’t I? I identified with the female lead. Good parents who were a might-bit too trusting, leaving the door open to summer adventures for their only daughter. The pull of the surf & sea (waves in the ocean) and the need to be accepted within a group of peers. The movie was a perfect fit for me! I even had the pony-tail and the — in 1959 — non-modest two piece bathing suit that showed more middle skin than my mother allowed.
I look back on those days with the fondest of memories. I had it good then, actually, this reality makes me smile.