Category Archives: John Lind Collection

Documents, photos, and notes in the collection of my dad, John M. Lind, who turned 95 on Dec. 7, 2008.

Fifteen Years

Today marks 15 years since my dad died on October 23, 2010.

I was surprised to realize that it has been that long.

Here’s some of what I wrote at the time.

On Friday morning, when my father’s nursing home called and advised that we come as soon as possible, I was at home in Kaaawa without a car. After dressing and walking quickly down to the bus stop on Kamehameha Highway near the post office, I was a minute too late. The 11:01 a.m. bus slid through Kaaawa and headed off towards Kaneohe while I was still a block away. It was a short block, but at that moment it seemed like the longest block in the world.

I was frantic. For nearly two years, we’ve known he could die at any time, but he didn’t. Then, when the day actually arrives, I wasn’t ready, and I wanted to kick myself for being caught unprepared.

Deep breath. A half-hour to go. You just have to wait. Calm down, I said to myself.

So we crossed the street, myself and I, and sat on the seawall behind Swanzy Beach Park to watch the ocean at play. It was quiet, sunny, and clear. There were a few other people in the park, but I was alone with myself and the ocean. I thought about my father’s nearly 97 years, during most of which he swam, surfed, and fished in this same ocean. I let that connection wash over me, and willed it to wash over him as well, wherever he was or would be soon.

The ocean, the healer.

My father died about 12 hours after I finally arrived at his bedside. We were there with him for much of that awful time, but not, I have to say, at the very end.

For the record, my father did not appear in my dreams last night.

Perhaps the ocean did its magic.

I posted a few photos that I thought he would have enjoyed seeing again, and that he wouldn’t mind sharing with others in his memory.

That’s him in the top photo surfing in Long Beach, California, in 1938, where he was one of the key organizers of the First National Surfing Championship at a surf spot later wiped out by construction of the Long Beach breakwater. His board had been built by the father of his close friend, Myron Brejcha, who was a Long Beach city official.

The middle photo was a Christmas card sent out by my parents around 1940. They’re walking on Kahala Beach with my mother’s dog, Kiki, the same beach Meda and I regularly walk today.

The bottom photo was taken on the beach in Waikiki, early 1950s.

Long-gone Honolulu eateries

My dad, John M. Lind, was a restaurant supply salesman who arrived in Honolulu in mid-1939 to work in the local office of San Francisco-based Dohrmann Hotel Supply Company. Within a couple of years, he was promoted to manager, and stayed with Dohrmann until 1959, when he left to start his own small company, Honolulu Restaurant Supply Company.

I found these photos among his many boxes of papers after his death in 2010. They depict several restaurants and bars in or near Waikiki, and date from the late 1930s. They are commercial quality B&W photographs, probably commissioned to show off Dohrmann’s work planning and equipping restaurants and bars.

Kau Kau Korner

Located at 1819 Kalakaua Avenue, it was a landmark from its opening in 1935 to until its final meals in 1960.

The first mention I found in a newspaper search was in the “Help Wanter-Female” section in March 1936: “Attractive haole girl, good salery. Kau Kau Korner, 91252.” The following month, there’s a brief story reporting “an unidentified burglar” had stolen cigarettes and gum from the business.

A year later, the help wanted ad had been rewritten. “Young, attractive haole waitress.”

A brief history can be found here.

Waikiki Drugs

The first mention I was able to find was an announcement in Honolulu Star-Bulletin about the opening of a new shopping area to include the new Waikiki Drug Store. It was one of several stores to open for business around the Waikiki Theater in September 1937.

Click to see a larger version.

Waikiki Drug

Located at 2282 Kalakaua, it was touted at the time as the first drug store in Honolulu to be open 24-hours a day, seven days a week.

Hawaiian Town Cocktail Lounge

1502 Kapiolani Blvd.

Honolulu Star-Bulletin, January 8, 1938:
“HAWAIIAN TOWN OPENS COCKTAIL LOUNGE-Hawaiian Town on Kapiolani Blvd. opened its new cocktail lounge on New Year’s Day. The main room is furnished with chromium upholstered furniture and lauhala mats. Private booths are off the main lounce. In the enciosed area behind the lounge are tables and chairs arranged under gay umbrellas.”

Mother Page’s Waffle Shop

The Waffle Shop opened in 1932 at 2394 Kalakaua Avenue, across from what was then the Moana Hotel. The proprietor, Mildred Page, was trained as a nurse and dietician, and was previously assistant manager of the Niumalu Hotel (located where the Hilton Hawaiian Village now stands), and had worked at several other hotels.

In 1940, the Waffle Shop was purchased by the well-known Honolulu restaurateurs Peaches and Tony Guerrero, and transformed into the renowned “Tropics” restaurant, a popular haunt for locals and tourists alike.

My dad’s first job out of high school

My father graduated from Wilson High School in Long Beach, Califoria. I think he graduated in the class of 1932. The country was still mired in the Great Depression. Work was very hard to find, so he signed up for the crew of the Grace Line freighter, Santa Cecilia, bound from the west coast down through the Panama Canal and then up to New York.

According to an entry in Wikipedia, the ship was built in 1913, the same year my dad was born. It was taken over by the Navy in 1919 and used as a troop transport, making four round trips between New York and Europe during the year. The Santa Cecilia was then returned to commercial service. It was ultimately scrapped in 1935.

Several of the Black Gang in 1933 (engine room) on board the Grace Line’s Santa Cecilia. John Lind is at the center in the back row.

My dad was assigned in a crew of oilers, whose job it was to oil the engine parts and other machinery below decks. The group apparently referred to themselves as the “Black Gang.”

The ship left a harbor in Southern California, made its way down the Pacific Coast, went through the Panama Canal, and then proceeded up the coast to New York, I believe. My dad didn’t talk about the experience much, and I don’t know whether he stuck around for the return trip or not.

I enlarged a section for a closeup of the Black Gang. My dad appears to have been the kid among more experienced oilers.

But he sure looks happy!

When I get home, I’m going to try to clean and sharpen this image, although I suppose that detracts from its authenticity. Such are the tradeoffs given the availability of the new generation of photo software.

Closeup of the “Black Gang”. John Lind is standing, center, with light colored shirt.

A piece of surfing history–Makaha 1958

Here’s a change of pace, a bit of hidden surfing history.

 

“We are talking about the late 50’s and early 60’s, The Makaha Surfing Championships by Waikiki Surf Club was the premier international surfing event and there was no other major surfing event in Hawaii. They had body surfing, paddleboard races, tandem surfing, women’s surfing, junior men’s and senior men’s competitions. There were two-, three-, four thousand people on the beach and they’d decide in the morning, according to the surf, what event they would hold.”

Fred Hemmings, a champion surfer from way back, from an oral history by the Outrigger Canoe Club

 

John Lind at Makaha, early 1960s.

The Makaha International Surfing Championships, as Hemmings recalls, was the original major international surfing contest in Hawaii.

It was, by most accounts, originally the idea of my dad, John M. Lind, a transplant from Long Beach, California, who arrived in Honolulu as a young man in 1939. He had been one of those early California surfers. He loved the ocean, although he was never an outstanding surfer, but he excelled at organizing people and events. Before he came to Hawaii, he had been an organizer of what they dubbed “The First National Surfing Championship” held in Long Beach, Califoria, in 1938, working with other members of the Junior Chamber of Commerce.

He had been in Hawaii just four months when he became chairman of a group that announced formation of the Hawaii Surfing Association following a meeting at Honolulu’s city hall. Those attending the meeting were Walter Napoleon, Hiram Anahu, Tom Kiakona, Gene Smith, Art Powlison, Al Spohler, Jack May, N. Thomas, Brooks, and John Lind. The group quickly organized a day of surfboard paddling competition with a number of age groups, including categories for both men and women. The group later held paddling and surfing events through the years of WWII, with the last in 1944.

After the end of WWII, he became a co-founder and first president of the Waikiki Surf Club, and later approached the Waianae Lion’s Club with the idea of working together to put on an event at Makaha, with the first Makaha championships held in 1953.

In any case, a dispute between the Makaha event sponsors erupted as planning began for the 1958 contest.

This post tells the behind-the-scenes story. It originally appeared here on August 14, 2010.

The temperature in Honolulu rose to 86 degrees on August 19, 1958, but it probably seemed hotter as members of the International Surfing Championship Committee began arriving at the old Pearl City police station for their first planning meeting looking ahead to the next annual event at Makaha, considered the premier and most prestigious surfing contest in the world at the time.

Members of the committee represented the event’s co-sponsors, the Waikiki Surf Club and the Waianae Lions Club. The groups had worked together on the annual event for five years. In 1958, the committee’s chair was Waianae Lion’s president, William Jackman, who had come to Hawaii twenty years earlier and was stationed at Wheeler Army Airfield. He later became a senior civil service employee at Hickam Air Force Base.

Fireworks started as soon as Jackman called the meeting to order and announced the Lions had a proposal. He passed a copy of a written statement to Waikiki Surf Club president John Lind, then asked another Lion, David Klausmeyer, to read the prepared statement.

Klausmeyer announce the Lions had voted to withdraw as co-sponsors and instead take over and put on the event on their own.

The statement began by pleading inexperience and their own failure to follow rules established by the Internaional Association of Lions Clubs, which were described as “strongly opposed to any Lions Club co-sponsoring any project with another organization.”

But the Lions’ statement also cited “other pressures beyond our control,” which were not specified. One clue might be the reference to an interest in “fair unbiased competition”, possibly alluding to criticism already being heard from Austalian and California surfers who went home saying the local judges were biased in favor of Hawaiian surfers.

The Lions offered to turn the event back over to the surf club if, in the future, the Lions were unable to continue.

The Lions did not disclose that, prior to this meeting, they had already applied on their own for a permit from the city to use the Makaha Beach area for the event.

Lind, speaking on behalf of the Waikiki Surf Club, said he was shocked by the proposal and had no choice but to flatly reject it and, instead, accept the Lions’ decision to withdraw as co-sponsor, minutes of the meeting show.

After a brief private meeting, the WSC members announced their official decision to reject the proposal and instead “carry on the project alone.”

During an open discussion that followed, Klausmeyer claimed the idea of the Makaha championships had originated with the Lions Club. This was quickly challenged by WSC members, who said the idea was originally floated by Lind, who raised it during an invited presentation to the Waianae Lions about the organization of the Waikiki Surf Club.

Following the meeting, the WSC executive committee immediately moved to register the Makaha event name, negotiate the beach permit with the city, and assigning responsibilities for everything from security to food to judging, pushing ahead without their former co-sponsor.

On September 20, 1958, Lind wrote Jackman to confirm that the Lions were now out of the picture and to “arrange an early impeccable settlement with the Waianae Lions Club in connection with all the property relating to the project which we at present jointly own.”

Operating on a tight timeline, Lind said the program had been set for the weekends of November 22-23 and November 29-30.

Jackman responded with a request for a joint audit of the finances by the treasurers of the groups, and the audit was quickly set in motion.

What is most striking, from today’s perspective, is how little equipment and money was held after putting on the event for five years. There was $494.54 in the bank as of October 12, 1958, along with three umbrellas for judges, 20 event vests, 18 judges shirts and hats, and 13 souvenir shirts. Total current value of these items was estimated at $72.76.

The accounting also notes that Chinn Ho has not followed through with a donation promised in 1957, and had advised he would not contribute more than $250.

Ho had been a backer of the Makaha Championships from the beginning, apparently believing that the public attention and news coverage would increase the worth of his land holdings in the area.

The partnership between the two organizations officially came to an end on October 22, 1958, when a check for $247.27 was sent to the Lions Club from the championships account and another $82.12 from the Waikiki Surf Club “in full settlement of International Surfing Championships funds and property.”

Documents from these events
can be viewed in pdf format.

Footnote:
After writing this brief account of the 1958 incident, I decided to see whether my father, John Lind, had any recollection of the events. He was in a nursing home suffering from Alzheimer’s, and his memory, while fading, was unpredictable.

I don’t like to put him on the spot by directly asking whether he remembers something particular. In this case, I told him that I had been reading about the time in 1958 when the Lions Club attempted to take control of the Makaha event.

He immediately looked at me and said sharply: “Where did you read that?”

A short pause, then he continued: “I know it happened, but where was it published?”

Then he shook his head. “These are things no one talked about.”

He seemed to vaguely recall Jackman, but had a clearer recollection of Doak Klausmeyer. He said Klausmeyer, who appears as “David Klausmeyer” in the minutes of the meeting, lived in a house right next to the beach at Makaha. I’m assuming that Doak and David were the same person, although that could be wrong.

He relaxed after a minute or two, sinking into his pillow, and reflected: “I wonder what people will say about me when I’m gone?”

I left that question unanswered.

He died in October 2010, just a few months after this conversation about Makaha.

But it seems to me that “things no one talked about” are histories that need to be written.