Her long face and sad eyes told me that my 10-year-old grandson Ry Ryk was having a difficult day. I sat down next to him to find out what was on the picnic bench. He was overwhelmed by the various mishaps he had during his last camping trip to Morro Strand beach.
Luckily, all of his misfortunes hurt him more than physical damage. Her last injury was a bruised and bloody knee, which required Neosporin, bandages and tender love from Nurse Tish, mother, father, aunt, uncle, from her large Wavehog family … and, of course, from her grandfather. Wavehogs is the name of our family and group of friends who have been camping on the beach for the past 37 years.
To try to get rid of the sadness, I called his father, Sean, to the place Ry Ry and I were sitting. I asked his father to show his nose. I explained to Ry Ryri that if you look very closely you will see three cat-shaped scratches on the bridge of his father’s nose. I asked Ry Ryri if his father ever explained those scars. Ry Ry snapped a tearful eye, “No.”
I explained this to Ry Ryri before he was born, his grandmother Sue left me, his young aunt Bea, aunt KiKi, uncle No No and his father Hermosa on the beach. Grandma Sue left me in charge while she went on a short therapy shopping trip to a nearby mall.
“When your aunt and I were setting up our place on the beach near the shade of Hermosa Beach Pier, her father and uncle No No went to the not-so-calm ocean waters. I looked up to see where they were and with the blink of an eye, like empty soda cans that were already coming out to the shore, ”I explained.
I quickly ran to take Uncle No No, while a kind watchman caught his father. We sat on our beach towels. Because of the look on their faces, neither of them had a sense of danger, even though a wave pushed their father to the concrete dock pole. A lifeguard who witnessed the whole incident approached him to apply medication and bandages on his father’s nose.
“Your father didn’t shed a tear. They both wanted to get back to the water first. Your aunt and I sat down for a while while we explained the rules for going to the beach and your father’s nose to stop the bleeding, ”I told Ry Ryri.
There were no cell phones in those days, so we had a good time all day on a long trip home to Bakersfield while I waited for the inquisition and silent treatment expected from Grandma Susier.
This true story lightened Ry Ry’s spirit, but not completely. So I explained to him that these scratches on his father’s nose were like a badge of honor for most Wavehogs.
Still unconvinced, I showed Ry Ryri an inch scar between my eyebrows. I asked him if his grandfather wanted to know how he got the beach scar. “Yes,” he shouted.
Ry Ryi In the summer of 1969 I went to Crescent Bay in Laguna Beach, where I had the best body surfing week of my life. I explained, “I have no evidence of that, but I think the term ‘wipeout’ was born after watching beachers collide and smoke, where in an unforgettable wave, Grandpa swam, lost his high school ring, almost lost. His Hang Ten swim shorts, he burned sand from his neck to his stomach and was bleeding from my forehead.
I explained to Ry Ryk that the bandaged scars he now has, like his father’s and mine, were a badge of honor for Wavehog.
As she looked at my scar, Ry Ry’s eyes turned to sadness in astonishment.
Ask him how many beach scars he has now and instead of embarrassing himself, he now proudly explains those eight that he “won” on this year’s beach trip.
Are beach scars summer memorabilia filled with unforgettable memories of family, love and Wavehog?
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