I'm so stoked to have found this site!!! I am an artist working on
a collage of old Newport & Balboa, and just stumbled onto it. Very
I am a CA./ Newport native, 1948, went to Harbor, my dad was
Captain of Newport Police and our stomping grounds were FABULOUS in
those days. I try to relay to people how it was back then and they
just can't comprehend it. You know the saying, "you can't go back
well this is pretty dang close! Thank you!
It would be really great if you could have a
wind gauge located at the end of the harbor entrance on the ocean
side for us sailors to check on the wind conditions outside. Maybe
a remote sender located on the sea bouy would work.
This is one of the best cams on the internet. Your format
and your content is outstanding. I'm hooked!
What happened to the Studio Cafe??????
Walk the streets of Balboa!
Simply go to
Enter an address in the search bar (701 E Balboa Blvd, Newport
A window will pop up with the address along with a clickable image
of the location. Click on the "Street View" link or the image that
You can now walk the streets of Balboa navigating with the
on-screen arrows. It's almost like being there!
What has happened to the webcam at the Balboa
Yacht Club? Looks like it has gotten knocked out of place. It now
only shows the dock, deck and part of the roof. Help! We need to
see the bay and The Point!!
Hi, I'm Dave Howell.
I lived on Balboa Island, at 322 Onyx Ave, from about 1946 through
1950. I was 7 through 11 years old back then. We were right
behind the old Fire Station, so the chief, Ed Zubie (sp?) would
salute me and he called me "General Nuisance" which seemed pretty
cool when I was about 7. Now I'm trying to find some of my
childhood buddies. Like Paul Mantz, Jr., and Skippy Hudson (whose
dad was Art, a dentist in LA) and Art [somebody] who lived above
the photography store on the west side of Marine Ave. Does anyone
have a picture of the fire chief, or remember, Ed Zubie (or Zuby)
in about 1950? He lived with his wife and two daughters on Onyx
Ave. a few doors south of the fire station. I attended the brand
new Corona Del Mar elementary school for first grade and Ms.
Sevier, the principal, was my teacher. She lived with her father,
Dr. White, on South Bay Front. I have photos of, I think, my
second grade class at CDM Elementary, taken in 1947. Let me know
if you may be in the picture. We attended the little Community
Church on Collins Ave. and Whitney Bains, whose mother Adele was
very active there, was a best friend. I watched it snow in 1948 and
scraped up snow on the floor of the new Jolly Roger restaurant that
was under construction on Marine Ave. I have fond memories of my
years on the Island and would love to chat with anyone else who is
now, like me, about as old as dirt...69 in May.
Balboa was where our family went to escape the
city. The best memories of our lives where made there. We had a
house on Bay Ave. next to the Fire Department. My brother and I
would cut Bamboo poles from the Library next door and maked them
into fishing poles. It was a safe place where we slept with our
doors open. My mother would lay in the sun at the bay and we would
bring her frozen bananas on a stick. We all regret selling the
Beach house as it was all our "Happy Place." I miss thoes days, and
our family was never the same after we sold the house. Balboa is
the closest thing to paradise on Earth.
I can't wait for summer time. Came over 6 times
last summer from Phoenix. Lay on the beach and do nothing, except
ride the huge waves.
Balboa is our favorite area.
Our family moved from Pasadena to Newport in 1958. The house my
folks bought was in a subdivision called Harbor Highlands (the low
$$ end of Westcliff & Baycrest). They paid 16,000 for a 4 bd house
on Highland Drive (that same house is on the market TODAY for 1.2
million). At that time, Highland ended at Mariners Dr. The Back
Bay was 1/2 block from our house ............. The Back Bay where
kids from Harbor High went to watch the "submarine races" and make
out. Where little kids could prowl around all day long and find
"treasure" - flotsam from mariners of days of old. There was no
Mariners School and Irvine was a two lane road. At 17th & Irvine
sat High Time Liquor. Up 17th there were a vegetable stand and an
Alpha Beta Market and the rest pretty much vacant.
My friend Judi (she lived in Newport Heights on Catalina Dr) and I
used to ride our bikes from 17th down to Vincent's Drugs Store on
Lido, have a banana split, head down to Seashore and spent the day
at the REAL River Jetty (ick - there was a sewer treatment tank
just north of the jetty at the edge of the Santa Ana River). It's a
miracle that we didn't contract some exotic disease! In those
days, there was a wide space of sand between Seashore & the Coast
Hwy where the old Red car line's tracks still rested. There was
one railroad car there that an old lady owned......she sold candy.
At the end of the day, we would reverse our ride, stopping again at
Vincent's for another banana split.
We went to Harbor High - at the corner of Irvine & 15th St. In the
60's when Dick Dale was the big deal, we would go to the Rendevous
(remember the Surfer Stomp?) We hung out at Bob's Big Boy - the
tiny one on Balboa Island and later at the one 17th St.
At the corner of Dover Drive where it intersects with 17th. There
was a huge fountain. Many Saturday or Sunday mornings, it would be
flowing with soap suds which had been desposited by "naughty
teenagers" the night before.
We went to the Socrates to hear folk music (Tim ?). Our parents
went to the Hurley Bell in Corona del Mar, the Jamaica Inn, the
Villa Marina or sometimes to Frankensteins Coffee House (Beatnik)
south of Corona del Mar on Coast Hwy towards Laguna.
All these places of which I speak are gone - Frankensteins, Jamaica
Inn, Villa Marina, Socrates, the Fountain at Westcliff, both Bob's
Big Boys, the Rendevous, the little train car store, Vincents, Hi
Time (it moved), much of what was originally the Back Bay and
saddest of all the TOWER at Harbor High. I had a great life
growing up in Newport in those times. I go back often but it's not
the same - it's getting harder and harder to find the HEART of the
place. Both my brothers still live there and when I come we seek
out the "old places".
Kirby Carol Harris