Beachgeezer – June 2024

JUNE 1950s MBHS ALUMNI BREAKFAST

These great photos are the reason “ROLL CALL” isn’t leading off this month’s newsletter. The immaculate ’49 Ford “woodie” wagon is the pride and joy of Sandy (Jaworski – ’59) and Tim Shortt (SDHS – ’58). They helped brighten a “June Gloom” day. The unidentified Padres fan is a prop who was walking by, admired the car and also wanted a picture.

Turnout for today’s breakfast was smaller than usual, but that didn’t keep those in attendance from having a good time.

Bill and Sandy look at old classmates in the1958 yearbook.

Stylish Chrissy Hughes Wagner (’59) had to visit our table to get grape jelly. She is featured posing with individual grape jelly containers that she plans to make into dangling earrings.

Old friends Bill Lansville, Orpha Higley and Bill Dague

Older friends… Walter Andersen and Bill Swank

ROLL CALL 

HAha. I got most of the answers in the quiz! Made me think of the dances we had at school, Bermuda shorts, Hawaiian clothes at a dance (that I got kicked out of for wearing a strapless Hawaiian dress.
Nancy McElvain Servatius (May 5, 2024)

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Hi Nancy,

I can’t believe clean-cut Nancy McElvain would get kicked out of a Hawaiian-themed high school dance for wearing a strapless sarong. 

Was the “kicker” humorless Miss Stubbs?

Your pal, BS (May 5, 2024)

I was a senior and I was getting sassy and rebellious finally. Yes it was  stubbs. Nancy (May 5, 2024)

I just received a call from Bill Dague!  It turns out that he now lives at Lantern Crest also. He read your April letter and saw my letter to you with the pictures and thought he’d give me a call. I was on a trip last week with my daughters to see family in Boise Idaho and just came home. It turns out my apartment at Lantern Crest got flooded and now they are, repairing the damage which was quite extensive. So I am now staying at a hotel in Liberty Station.  I am not sure how long I will be here but it’s kinda like a mini vacation so I’m just going to enjoy it. I told Bill that I would call him when I got back to Lantern Crest. I’m not sure I remember him, but I’ll look in our annual and see if it brings up any memories.  Sometimes it’s a small world.  And I do sometimes get up in the middle of the night and write letters as you could tell.   haha!  

Janet (McDonald Walz) May 5, 2024

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Just prior to receiving Janet’s email, Bill Dague called. After he read the May Beachgeezer, he realized that he could look out the window of his new residence at Lantern Crest in Santee and see Janet’s Easter Bunny waving at him!

Bill, do you have a phone number for Janet McDonald Walz??? I live very close to Lantern Crest and would love to connect? 

Carole Smith Hanen (May 5, 2024)

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(The Beachgeezer is pleased get “old” classmates back in communication with one another…)

WOW Bill,

I’m kinda at a loss for words!!!    Your “BeachGeezer’ has taken off almost as much as Elon Musk’s “Space X Rockets”.  Amazing!    

Very sorry to hear about Jim Thompson and his passing.  We ate ‘brown bag’ lunches almost every day outdoors from the cafeteria, neither of us cared much for the MBHS Cafeteria food.   The taste was like bland ‘hospital food’.  In the four years I was there, I maybe ate in the cafeteria maybe a total of 10 times.   A few times per year we could hear someone yelling “FOOD FIGHT”.   We never went in to check out what was going on.  This might have  been another reason we did not eat there.  Before graduation Jim told me he was looking foreward to the summer working at Yellowstone Park, in one of the hotels there.   My folks bought a new ‘58 Chevy we took on vacation to Nebraska. On the way home we stopped at a hotel in Yellowstone.  I asked at the desk if they had a directory of the people working at the park.  They were able to trace Jim to another hotel in the park.  I managed to reach him by phone, he was off that evening.  I borrowed my father’s new Chevy and drove about 40 miles to visit with him.  We sat in the car and talked and also had the radio on to XEAK  The Mighty 690 a very popular radio station, with a very powerful transmitter in Mexico!   I think it was the most popular station for kids our age.  I got back to our hotel about midnight.  Something fun and different back then 

Walt (Andersen) May 5, 2024)

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Wow, let this old pointer lay some stuff on the editors floor.

Here are my notes.  Put Beechgeezer on u tube.  Mention more old u tube faves, mondo candy was just one.  Bill Haley and the comets, perhaps ?

Thanks to Bob Lambert, our shy adolescence was generously shared.  Oh all those gowns ! Where did they come from?  And those fine suits and bow ties ?  We had it all, didn’t we ? And boy, could we dance ! Ray vinole, Frank zappa, rock n roll…

And please note, all beech zeesers and geezettes, that that p.t.a.meeting was dis banded because Frank zappa put a rat in the schools air conditioning…

Let us remember our letterman.  Though their jackets were condemned, we all loved our football hero’s, including Bill rice and Wayne lollis.

To the majorettes, remember all those sequins and fir ?*  our mothers made them so we could step high and twirl, just like Janet MacDonald. Alberta Easterly was captain of the drum corps and I am sure Nancy meelvain was the head of all the majorities. And yes, it’s true, Frank zappa played the tuba and marched in the high school band. In the 1995 school reunion our old music teacher confirmed that he only came to mbhs to learn one chord, which he was taught.   The rest is still available on u tube.

roni parry star (May 6, 2024)

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I should have sent this before but better late than never!   Vonnie, Nancy and me in Old Town last year! 

Carole Smith Hanen (May 7, 2024)

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(Information from classmate’s email is neither edited nor censored, but caution is exercised regarding deaths. In the past, we were told that Walter Schneider had died. It was quite a surprise when, about 30 years ago, he and his wife showed up at a reunion. Recently, Walt was again reported departed, so I sent an email to ascertain his vital status.) 

Hi Bill,

I am alive and well in lovely Thailand.  My 2nd wife, Jidtnah, died from cancer after 19 years of marriage. I have been married to my Thai wife and golf caddy, Ar, for 2 years. We golf weekly with my ex-army buddy David and his Thai wife, Peab. And Bill, thank you for sticking up for me not dying. You can see in the picture we are happy as can be.

Walter and Ar 2022 12 05. I am smiling big time in the picture because we were just married then. 

Yours, Walter Schneider MBHS ’58 (May 8, 2024)

(Welcome back to the living, Walter… again!)

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Hello all,
Things are going well in Huntington Beach.  Nothing like Pacific Beach when we were kids.  My friends and I went to the beach, south of the pier, almost every day for seven summers.  I lived on Ingraham Street until High School.  My parents bought PB Travelodge when I was in ninth grade.  I went to the beach and had to be home at 4:30 to start cooking dinner.  I did this for years.  So I wasn’t involved in school activities very much.  My best friends were Mary Engel and Marilyn Bresser.  Well please use what information you can!

Lorraine Cairns Barksdale (May 8, 2024)

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My fingers are always busy trying to type!  My Mum was the one who fixed things!  My Dad was a rough carpenter.  I did the family’s ironing…about four or five hours a week.  The motel had laundry service for linens and towels.  I also cooked the dinners and did the supper dishes.

That was an early picture of the motel.  Our car was not there and we put up flower boxes up stairs.  People put their cigarettes out in the soil.  Ugh!!!  I can’t tell you how many nights I was woken up as the office had to be available all night.  My Dad got up to take care of customers!  The office was next to my room! 

Lorraine Cairns Barksdale (May 23, 2024)

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Thank you for the pic of Mary Sullivan…what a beauty. I had forgotten her face, an’ it was sweetly refreshing to see her again!

Good luck, sir…an’ thanks again! 

wlw (Warren Whittier, May 11, 2024)

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Bill, I’m throwing’ Roses at you, with applause an’ High Praise for your Herculean efforts gathering, commenting on an’ producing this monthly saunter down memory’s overgrown gravel path. So many sweet folks to recall with delight after so many years…I’m truly grateful, an’ know I speak for others as well. Thanks, an’ Blessed Be!  Warren. (May 18, 2024)

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Walter Andersen sent this clip of Frank Zappa (MBHS Class of 1958) playing the bicycle on The Steve Allen Show (1963). 

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SQUAREMONT

“Letters to the Editor” of The Beachgeezer slowed in May… To flesh out this newsletter, I am including an August 2018 article about “high school reunions” from my monthly column, “Squaremont,”  which appeared in the Clairemont Times from 2014 into 2020 when COVID killed the newspaper.

Early on, the publisher asked me to create a name and log for my column. If you attended Mission Bay High School during the 1950s, it was cool to live in Pacific Beach. It was not cool to live in “Squaremont.” The picture is me was taken in 1955 when my family moved to San Diego. Obviously, I wasn’t cool. That’s Clairemont in the background. Not much happening in Clairemont back then, but that would change.

The following e-mail is from my nephew who lives in the Bay Area. It is about his son’s recent high school prom.

“In fact, the king and queen at his prom were both girls. There was controversy because the girl crowned ‘king’ was not fully ‘out’ of the closet, so the honor was not ‘fully’ appreciated and hysteria ensued.  Apparently, many members of the student council are homosexual and very popular.”

My granddaughter was given a “Reach for the Stars” balloon at her June graduation. A neighbor kid who just graduated has a bumper sticker that reads, “Believe in Yourself.” What will the Class of 2018’s memories be at their 60th reunion in 2078?

Times have certainly changed. I’m sure that I do not “fully” understand what is going on in high school today. For that matter, I didn’t “fully” understand what was going on in high school during “Happy Days” back in the 1950s.

Sixty years ago, June 13, 1958, I graduated from Mission Bay High School. Our graduation theme, “To thine own self be true” is from Shakespeare’s greatest tragedy, Hamlet. It is the advice Polonius gave his son, Laertes.

It sounds deep, but, in reality, it was a mindless 1950s version of “Reach for the Stars” and “Believe in Yourself.” It wasn’t until years later that I realized, like my own father, Polonius was a blowhard. My old man freely dispensed platitudes, but rarely heeded his own counsel. It’s easier to give advice than it is to take it.

Over the years, class leaders have organized some great reunions and this year was our 60th. Prior to moving to San Diego, I lived in Farmington, Minnesota and Columbia City, Indiana. I have been fortunate to attend many reunions.

I explain to my Mission Bay classmates that the school I attended in Minnesota was so small that everybody had to take turns being in “the clique” just to have a clique.

Here are some nameless reunion vignettes from assorted high school friends: 

• A man confronted a classmate he didn’t know and said, “I’ve got a bone to pick with you.” He accused the man of stealing his girlfriend and taking her to the senior prom. The man he confronted actually was the king of the senior prom and his owngirlfriend was the queen. It was a sixty year case of mistaken identity.
• A friend wrote a book about hiking 350 miles across North Dakota in January to support breast cancer research. At times, the wind chill factor dropped to -65º as he plowed onward through the snow and ice to Fargo. His wife survived and is now cancer-free. 
• High school sweethearts got married, had kids, divorced and attended the 50th reunion with their respective spouses. All four sat together in harmony. The wife with her second husband; the husband with his second wife… who also happened to have been the babysitter for their kids. 
• The organizers of one of the reunions wanted everyone to dress like the 1950s. My first wife found a classic ’50’s skirt and crinoline petticoats at a thrift shop. Her “look” was purposely exaggerated. While seated in a restroom stall, she overheard a conversation about “a pathetic woman in crinoline who didn’t have anything in style to wear.” 
• A well-liked classmate moved to Iowa after seventh grade and returned for the 50th reunion. He asked for the microphone and explained the reason he left town without good byes was because he knocked up the school librarian. He also confessed his prepubescent lust for two of the girls in our class. Both were invited to step forward and he gave each of them a long and passionate kiss. It was a hilarious performance and his wife said such a display of affection was very much out of character. Three months later, he was gone. He didn’t tell us that he was dying of cancer. 
• When we were young, a religious kid criticized me for saying, “Jeez.” He claimed I was using the Lord’s name in vain. Although we weren’t close friends, fifty years later, he visited San Diego and stayed with us for several days. He left our home to see our classmate, “his lady friend,” in Orange County. He knew she would be visiting me in a few weeks and asked that I not tell her that we drank beer and used profanity. I barely knew the girl from grade school, but when she came to town, she was friendly, funny and eccentric. She explained how at an earlier reunion, she made the mistake of kissing the “Jeez” guy. He thought that meant she loved him and began stalking her. He sent flowers, cards and letters. The last letter warned her that I drank beer and swore… a lot. I responded with an appropriate obscenity and she laughed.
• The poorest family in town had a dozen kids. One of them, my classmate, was mildly retarded. He walked the halls with a blank smile and received “social promotions” in school. A prominent family had a “simple” daughter who was a source of constant embarrassment. They found each other and have been happily married for over fifty years.
• At another reunion, I was accosted by two husbands hell bent on saving my soul. I’d never met these gentlemen before, but they correctly sized me up as a sinner. During seemingly friendly conversation, the second husband said that he had something important to tell me. I jokingly asked, “Are you going to try to save me, too?” He forced a religious tract on me. As I was leaving, a third man saw it in my hand and said, “That booklet will change your life.”
• At the 20th reunion in Minnesota, I told a nice farm girl that she hadn’t changed a bit since the last time I saw her. It was a rotten thing to say, because she looked 38 years old in high school. At the 50th reunion, I apologized and repeated that she hadn’t changed a bit since our 20th reunion. She still looked 38. She laughed and said she had already forgiven me. 
• A shy girl who wore glasses and old-fashioned clothes in high school attended a reunion. The few people who remembered her were fellow members of the Bible Club. When I realized who she was and commented on the major transformation, she explained that her mother was very strict and religious. The shy girl was a late bloomer and became a beautiful swan. 
• A classmate went to prison, found religion, married a good woman and became a productive member of society. He sent a letter to the reunion committee to request permission to attend a reunion so he could apologize to everyone he had offended or injured in his youth. He came, but generally received a cold shoulder. I never had a problem with the guy, so we got along fine.

The last time I saw him at a reunion, he told a story about being in a bar where three drunks were harassing a gay customer. He’d known the gay man since childhood, but they were not friends. The gay man was a classmate of ours. Regardless, the ex-con asked the drunks if the gay man had ever done anything to harm them.

They told him to mind his own business. The ex-con warned that if they continued to bother the man, they would have to deal with him. They knew that would be a big mistake and quickly backed down. This incident happened in the Bible Belt during the early 1960s when a tolerant ex-con and a gentle gay man became unlikely friends.

Hopefully these stories haven’t offended any divorcees, religious zealots, ex-cons, homosexuals, babysitters, unrequited lovers, former wallflowers, cancer patients, clique members, welfare recipients, marathon walkers or Shakespeare lovers.

Have fun at your future reunions. Introduce yourself to someone you didn’t know in high school and make a new friend. You have more in common than you think.

The poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow observed, “The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service.”

Rather than being true to yourself, have you been true to others?

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Reunion pictures

1978: 20th Reunion, Farmington High School, Class of 1958

In the 1970s, Coors was not sold east of the Rockies. I took five cases “Colorado Cool-Aid” to the Empire Supper Club and snuck them into the reunion. Afterwards, Mathias “Bud” Thrumes, invited is to his farm. We continued to party until 5:00 a.m., when Bud’s wife called from the kitchen. She had prepared a full turkey dinner! After that hardy breakfast, Jimmy McKay (third from right) drove all the way back to Blair, Nebraska… nonstop. 

1978: 20th Reunion, Mission Bay High School, Class of 1958

Pete Hansen, Bill Swank, Linda Wood, Carole Smith (Frank Schiefer in background) at reunion picnic at Crown Point Shores. Recently returned from the Upper Midwest, Swank is wearing a classic flying DeKalb ear of corn cap and red diamond Grain Belt Beer work shirt. 

1983: 25th Reunion, Farmington High School, Class of 1958

Drinking beer, talking weather, crops, soy bean futures, hunting, fishing and hockey at Mathis Thurmes farm   

1983: 25th Reunion, Mission Bay High School, Class of 1958

Chuck McGregor, Andy Cribbs, Bill Swank at Crown Point Shores reunion picnic. 

1987: 30th Reunion, Mission Bay High School, Class of 1957

Graciously, the Class 1957 invited all 1950s classmates to attend their 30th reunion, but graduates from 1958 got most of the newspaper ink… 

1988: 30th Reunion, Mission Bay High School, Class of 1958

SeaWorld’s luxury Atlantis Resort was gasping its last breath. Apparently the reunion committee got a good rental rate. Gambling was the attraction, but it wasn’t real gambling. Attendees were given chips to be cashed for prizes at the end of the “wagering.” Bill and Pat Mann are shown at one of the gaming tables. I split early just as Gene Lewis was arriving. I gave him my chips and reunion ticket; went home to watch the Aztecs play on TV. 

1993: 35th Reunion, Mission Bay High School, Class of 1958

Classmates were sent a questionnaire before the 35th reunion. I was hoping Dave Kerr would be in attendance… and he was. Dave is a very funny guy. How many knew he had a Letter to the Editor of MAD magazine published when we were in high school? Very impressive.

You won’t find Dave in the Taroga… only a drawing of a clam. I call him “The Clamman.” 

1998: 40th Reunion, Farmington High School, Class of 1958

Donny Rother graciously invited the class to his home for Sunday supper. Donny tried to disguise that he’s a Minnesota farmer. His hair was permed, he wore a heavy gold chain and cool unbuttoned shirt, but couldn’t hide his flat Midwestern accent. When my wife commented, “You sound like you’re right out of Fargo,” his wife took offense. Incidentally, the actor, Blaine Boehlke, who played Mr. Mohra in “Fargo” and delivered one of the “funny lookin guy” lines is from Farmington (Class of 1957). Yah, he is. Check it out:

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1998: 40th Reunion, Mission Bay High School, Class of 1958

Another wonderful reunion at the Mission Bay Boat & Ski Club on Lower Rose Creek Salt Marsh across from Mission Bay High School. Our reunion committee always put on a good show and we looked good.

2003: 45th Reunion, Columbia City Joint High School, Class of 1958

I hadn’t seen most of my Indiana classmates for over 50 years. I wore a traditional Arab disha and the girls wanted a picture as part of my harem. Because my interests in grade school focused on sports, I barely knew the girls back then. It turned out they were a lot more fun at the reunion than the guys… who had already turned into old men.

2003: 45th Reunion, Mission Bay High School, Class of 1958

Bill Rice convinced me that we should write a book about Mission Bay’s early athletic history. The school’s 50th Anniversary coincided with our 45th reunion, so we inited all the 1950s classes to attend. Concurrently, we were able to promote our book in the media and on the radio. Rice is shown with popular KCBQ disc jockey Harry Martin. 

“Happy Hare” blanched when Ricearoni announced, “It was bitchin’ bein’ a Buc back in the Fifties” on air.

2008: 50th Reunion, Columbia City Joint High School, Class of 1958

Sunday morning reunion brunch was held at Smith & Sons Funeral Home. How many high schools host reunion events in a funeral parlor? After the meal, I headed to Benton Harbor, Michigan to play for the legendary House of David baseball team. Satchel Paige called them “the Jesus Boys.” 

2008: 50th Reunion, Farmington High School, Class of 1958

Pat apologized for hurriedly leaving town after the seventh grade without saying good bye. His excuse was that he knocked up the school librarian. He also professed his prepubescent lust for two classmates. He invited them to the mike and gave each a long and passionate kiss. Three months later, he was gone. Pat didn’t tell us that he was dying from cancer. 

2008: 50th Reunion, Mission Bay High School, Class of 1958

Bill Lansville holds a picture of his Bay Park Elementary sixth grade girlfriend. Her name was Raquel… She would go to La Jolla, but we know the best looking girls went to Mission Bay.

2013: 55th Reunion, Mission Bay High School, Class of 1958

Gayle George and Stan Gilliland cheek to cheek at the Mission Bay Boat & Ski Club. Gayle wore a scarf, tight sweater, full skirt and saddle shoes for the early 1950s look. Stan was understated in classic 501s.

2013: 55th Reunion, Farmington High School, Class of 1958

My wife, Jeri, loves fresh corn on the cob and there’s no better place to enjoy it than on the Thurmes Family Centennial Farm (founded 1894).

2013: 55th Reunion, Columbia City Joint High School, Class of 1958

I’m with my best friend, Dave Heinbaugh, in Indiana. A new “joint” high school was built in 1958 to accommodate the farm kids. Columbia City native Thomas Marshall was vice president under Woodrow Wilson. He is best remembered for saying, “What this country needs is a good 5¢ cigar.” I made the sign Dave is holding. His father was the Baptist minister. I know he didn’t smoke, drink, dance or go to movies. As kids, all we did was play ball. 

2016: 58th Reunion, Columbia City Joint High School, Class of 1958

In 2016, I was asked to play “over-the-line” for “Real Santa’s United to End Childhood Obesity.” Instead of handling out candy canes, these Santas give carrots to the kids. I wore my jersey and cap to this CCJHS reunion. The girls in my Indiana “harem” were all into healthy eating. They wanted me to change my unhealthily diet. I’m shown with Kaye Deane, a sweetheart and my harshest critic. Sadly, since 2016. only one of the harem is still alive.

2018: 60th Reunion, Mission Bay High School, Class of 1958

For years, Orpha Higley hosted our annual Alumni Picnic at DeAnza Cove. The 2018 picnic was combined with our 60th reunion: (back row) Walter Andersen, Teddy Higley, Bill Swank (front) Nancy Albright, Marilyn Bresser, Kathleen Carpenter, Orpha, Margery Crothers. Thanks, Orpha! Linda Moreno invited the whole class to her home for a wonderful Mexican dinner. ¡Fantastico!

2023: 65th Reunion, Mission Bay High School, Class of 1958

Gathered at Crown Point Shores, Vonnie Varner, Teddy Higley and Carole Smith with collage Vonnie brought from the “70th Birthday Party” she hosted for classmates at her home in 2010. 

If you enjoyed these photos and vignettes, please send some of your own reunion pics and stories…

ROLL CALL (continued from earlier in newsletter) 

Part 2, cold coffee , warm heart Loved the pic of the 1950 Bay Park hot rodders.  They played chicken with Alberta Easterly dads car.  Both lost.

The Schneider family had to leave the neighbourhood as there was to be no red peril in clairmont Heights. Ginny Laubach went on to be a nurse.  She suffered her families arthritis but still danced at our schools 45th reunion. Her brother Donald married Lu Anne Easterly and they had 5 daughters.  Like so many of us in those pre pill days, Alberta too had her children before she turned 21.

Katht Branthovwn died early.  We have her school photo.  The tall shy Hazel Ford didn’t like adolescence.  None of us did…

Elva Norton died in her sleeping bag from fumes after its dry cleaning.

Roni and Walter did go to CAP camp.  We flew in jets and widened our circle of friendships.

We Clairmont kids all rode with Bill Lambert on the school bus.  That included Pat Carrico, R.i.p….  ask Ophera about Bill. Bill rice, however, spent alot of time camped out in the chaparrel….said he didn’t like school then. But where would we be today without him.

John Bloodworth died as a soldier.  His name is etched on a wall in Washington D.c.

What was said about Gene Moore was totally true, he was the 1950s version of Facebook. 

The fear about us teen ages turning commie was nothing compared to our getting wet pants over Elvis.

A request for Cecil Schuffler to elaborate on his biography.  What were they doing for 12 years in West Africa ?

Lastly, great living is shown by the pics of two mbhs geriatrics celebrating their canes.  Love the base ball bat, Bill. 

roni parry star (May 6, 2024)

Page 3,  your foreign correspondence here must put the pen to rest.  The mullet are running in the Clarence River.  They are in such abundance as to turn the river into a foaming mass of coka a cola.  The first haul was 9 tons.  Jim has just popped in to tell me that they have just shot the net for another haul.  If a dolphin is trapped with them, the net is let go.    It’s what ilukas fisherm do.

Go Bucs and Buckettes * roni parry star (May 6, 2024)

I am reminded how my dear dad took Vonnie Varner and I to the Elvis concert., 1956. Elvis signed his black and white photo which hangs on the Lounge room and Vonnie and I are still friends. roni parry star (May 6, 2024)

P.s. I chundered my way through Mondo Cany.  How about something a bit more interesting, say The Sound of Music?* roni parry star (May 7, 2024)

roni parry star (May 7, 2024)

When my 16 year old  son and I visited San Diego, I took him to a Padres baseball game. Take me out to the ball park…

roni parry star (May 8, 2024)

My dates were George Hamilton and Joel Spring.

        Lovely frocks and flower

roni parry star (May 8, 2024)

You’ve got it right. He (George Hemingway) went on to become an Anglican priest with a small Mexican congregation who loved him.  He died quickly of prostrate cancer.

When tuna fishermen were in trouble, George went to bat for them.  I remember he said he had to wait the night out on a hard wooden chair. The judge found him there and said he could do no other but to grant their wish with such loyalty as George displayed.

Sorry to mess with the editors desk, Bill.  Will try harder next time.

Cheers, Brenda Starr, reporter.

roni parry star (May 9, 2024)

Fly me to the moon

roni parry star (May 10, 2024)

Found in Sent – Gmail Mailbox

roni parry star (May 11, 2024)

My brother Bob, class of 59, MBHS.

My sister Leilani Parry, Marsden Hi, clairmont, class of 63.

roni parry star (May 16, 2024)

This morning on ABC  radio, we heard a man named Shane Ted man tell of his 83 year old life as a surfer here in Australia.  He still surfs daily.  His career was making surf boards. How I wonder if he knew Skipper Frye, Gordon, and those early surfers.  All the same age. Who watches tradies surf the pocket, iluka daily*

Cheers, roni Parry (May 25, 2024)

Just a note of encouragement.

I am looking forward to the next issue of Beachgeezers.

Cheers, ronistar49@yahoo.com 

roni parry star (May 27, 2024)