That’s my father in the center of this 1938 photo with other members of the “beef trust chorus”. It was part of a fundraiser put on by the Long Beach (California) Junior Chamber of Commerce.
I believe that he was, at the same time, president of the Long Beach Surfing Club. He was just turning 25 years old in December ’38.
He then used his dual positions to spark the First National Surfing Championship, a contest held in Long Beach. In some descriptions, it becomes the “First National Surfing and Paddleboard Championship”.
I found a number of newspaper clippings, mostly publicity in advance of the event, among his papers.
Unfortunately, he was much more active clipping and saving than dating and sourcing the clips. But enough are dated to see the picture.
So click on the clipping to see this bit of surf history.
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wow. he sure did alot for surfing. da haole Kahanamoku!
saying good bye to a parent can be a rushed process that happens from the point that we find out that they are ready to go until right after they pass when we quickly try to put together all the pictures, memories and pieces at the time of the funeral service
I believe your sharing your father’s life in an open honest way — both honors him and helps others who are on the same natural but very difficult path — thank you