Love the website. Could you forward me a picture of Christian's
hut. I am doing a little research on historical Balboa haunts. Any
help you could provide would be greatly appreciated.
I hope you can help me. I have a home with beautiful hand carved
doors. They were purchased in CA in 1982. The box on the doors has
a prayer on it written by T. Duncan Stewart. It reads:
Bless This Door
The Ruptured Earth
The High-Fired Clay
The Giant Tree
That Fell That Day
The Fractured Stone
The Molten Ore
Have Been Reborn
To Bless This Door
T. Duncan Stewart
Builder, Poet Laureate, Fiddler
Newport Beach, Calif.
The person who bought the doors cannot remember the company from
which she purchased them. She purchased 2 sets and I now own one
set on this house. We would like to research them and know the
history and maybe the legend that the doors depict. They are
carved on both sides (mirror image) in mahogany and the border is
rosewood. I do hope you can point me in the right direction to find
the history on these beautiful works of art.
2746 Sunrunner Lane
Gulf Breeze, FL 32563
I love your web page, it has brought back so
many fond memories. So keep up the good work. I know it has
enlightened many people through the years.
Jim: Thanks for this wonderful site. First visit
was today. I was born in Newport Beach in 1941, going to all the
local schools Went to CDM Grammer School, Ensign, and Newport
Harbor. In fact, my dad taught at Newport Harbor until he died in
1969. Anything I can do to support you with information, I would be
happy to do so. Remember the Signal Gas Station on Balboa Island?
my name is kobi alfi end i belong to alfi family are you from
this family ?
i'm live in israel
Last week end I celebrated my 60th B-Day on Balboa. The most
amazing happen. My children now 30 to 40 years old remember so many
memories of their time at Balboa in 1976. They remembered waiting
on a Hot Chocolate Chip cookie every morning. The question is what
was the name of the stand and what happened to the two young bakers
that ran it. Seems silly, but they would love to know.
CAN YOU DIRECT THIS LETTER TO THE PROPER CHANNELS. THANK YOU!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO NEWPORT BEACH!
AHH, THE GOOD OLE DAYS. THE DAYS OF AN ENDLESS ERA THAT ARE STILL
INSTILLED IN MY MIND. THOSE WERE THE DAYS THAT WILL FOREVER BE
ETCHED IN MY HEART.
YUP, THE LAVA HOT SEREING SAND SCOTCHING THE BOTTOMS OF MY FEET, AS
I HOPPED TOWARD THE CORNER MARKET FOR A SODA. AS I TORTURED MYSELF,
ACROSSING ATOP THE FIREY HOT GRANULES, I PASSED ALL THE TRANSITOR
RADIOS PLAYING ALL THE “BOSS” STATIONS… “SURFIN’ IN THE USA”… “WIPE
OUT”… “LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD”. THEN THE DJ’S WERE THE MASTERS OF
THE PARTING SOUNDS INTO THE NIGHT.
I WOULD “THUMB” TO NEWPORT BEACH FROM THE SANTA ANA FREEWAY, TO THE
NEWPORT/COSTA MESA FREEWAY MOST MORNINGS DURING THE SUMMER. I WOULD
ALWAYS ASK TO BE DROPPED OFF AT “17TH STREET”. FROM THERE I WOULD
VENTURE TOWARDS THE BORDER OF “18TH STREET”, OR TO THE OTHER SIDE
OF “17TH”. IT NEVER SEEMED TO OCCUR TO ME TO WEAR “FLIP FLOPS” OR
AN OLD PAIR OF SNEAKERS, USUALLY THEY WOULD JUST WIND UP ON THE
LIFEGUARD STATION. I THINK I ONLY MISSED FOUR DAYS IN SIX YEARS OF
I RECALL “DITCHING” SCHOOL FOR THE FIRST DAYS OF SUMMER, ALONG WITH
THE USUAL SUSPECT. WE WOULD ARRIVE AT THE DESERTED BEACH EARLY.
EARLY ENOUGH TO JUST SIT ALONG THE DUNE AND LOOK AT EACH OTHER, AND
SEE WHO THE FIRST “GRIMMY” WOULD DARE TO HAZARD OUT INTO THE ICY
COLD FIFTEEN FOOT SURF. BEFORE NOON WE WOULD HAVE HAD ENOUGH, AND
IT WAS TIME TO ORGANIZE A “NOONER”. OH WELL, BACK TO TUSTIN, AND
HECK WITH THE CONSEQUENCES. POP WAS AT “THE BASE”, MOM WAS AT HOME-
I WAS FREE UNTIL I GOT CAUGHT, OR SHE WOULD HAVE TO WRITE THE NOTE
TO SCHOOL THE NEXT DAY. “BITCHEN” FOLKS, JUST ASK MY FRIENDS.
AS AN EXTRA BONUS DURING EASTER WEEKEND, WE WOULD BE THERE FRIDAY
NIGHT, OR WE WOULD STAY LATE SATURDAY…“BAL WEEK”- PARTY CAPITAL OF
THE ORANGE COUNTY. NEWPORT WAS THE MECCA OF ALL THAT WAS “SURF CITY
USA”. WELL, EXCEPT WHEN THE NEWPORT BEACH POLICE DEPARTMENT WOULD
CLOSE OFF THE END OF THE BRIDGE, AND WOULD BEGIN CHECKING FOR
CURFEW. BY THEN THE BEACHES WERE CLOSED, AND THE DAMAGE WAS DONE…
“I’LL NEVER DO THAT AGAIN”- UNTIL THE NEXT NIGHT!
I REMEMBER DANCING AT THE OLD “RENDEZVOUS BALLROOM”, BUT BY THEN IT
WAS TO THE LOCAL SURF TUNES AND “THAT CRAZY MUSIC” (POP NEVER TOOK
TO THAT NONSENSE). I REMEMBER IN MY LATER YEARS GOING TO PLAY
TEN-CENT POOL, ORDERING TWENTY-FIVE CENT DRAFTS AND HOT DOGS AT
“THE PLACE”. I RECALL WHEN EVERY NEW BUSINESS OPENED UP, ESPECIALLY
THE CLUBS AND LOUNGES. I REMEMBER ALL THE GOOD TIMES, THE GREAT
TIMES; THE HEART ACHES AND HEART BREAKS, AND I REMEMBER THAT
NEWPORT WAS A PART OF ME GROWING UP.
MAY NEWPORT BEACH GROW AN EVEN BETTER, AND NEWER, CROP OF
“HO-DADDY’S” AND “HO-MOMMY’S”. THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES…
CALVIN W. GUERRIER
(FORMERLY OF TUSTIN HIGH SCHOOL)
12901 SOUTH VIRGINIA STREET, APT #2
RENO, NV 89511
CALVIN W. GUERRIER
PS: I NORMALLY CHECK MY E-MAILS ONCE OR TWICE A MONTH!