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I have many fond memories of Balboa. My aunt and
uncle lived there in the 70's. They used to have Christmas parties
every year. I remember the wonderfully decorated boats sailing by
and that really got me in the Christmas spirit. Sailing around the
harbor in their small sail boat was a blast. Eventually they moved
away but the memories remained. Several years ago I met a woman
who lives in Balboa and dated her for a time. It was not a match
made in heaven but my time with her allowed me to rediscover the
area. I have lived in California all my life (Pasadena foothills)
and feel that Balboa is one of the best spots there is. Perhaps I
will live there some day. I really appreciate your site as it
gives me a chance to experience that fantastic little corner of our
state. Thank you!
Eric
I love your site, especially the webcams, but when I click on the
calendar to print it, it still shows the photo for January, and
says JANUARY at the top. Can you please fix this?
Anonymous
The name of the bar you are thinking of is The Studio Cafe.
Miss that place every day
Marco Torre
marco@compu-tor.org
Hello,
My husband and I spent many Sunday mornings listening to jazz and
having brunch and "Adios Mother's" at a lovely cafe/bar on Balboa
Island in the late 1970s. Sometimes we would park our car and
roller skate around the island.
Does anyone remember the name of the cafe/bar? It's driving us
nuts. Good memories...
Thank you,
Laura López
Laura.LOPEZ@cepal.org
My daughter, Sarah, lives in Newport Beach and I live in Helena,
Alabama (a suburb of Birmingham). I miss her and being able to
look at your site makes me feel a little closer. Thank you so
much!
Kathleen Leemhuis
kathleen3452@bellsouth.net
Hi Jim,
I have two questions:
Do you have any old pictures of Glen Caldwell who use to play the
piano at the bar back in the '80s? And.. Do you know what happened
to that old piano that was in the pub?
Thank you
Wayne Caldwell
mail4wayne@Verizon.net
DID YOU KNOW THERE WAS A TV SHOW CALLED THE BAILEYS OF BALBOA? IT
PREMIERED IN 1966 AND ONLY LASTED ONE SEASON.
ROCKY HANRAHAN
ROBERT01887@YAHOO.COM
Hi Jim! Another question....remember when you gave us a copy of
the DVD Dirty Feet? I was talking with someone tonight who would
like to be able to buy one for her aunt who is actually in the
audience on the film! Do you know of where she might be able to
obtain one?
Phyllis
pscheffler@city.newport-beach.ca.us
I'm so glad to have found this site. A huge Thank You to Jim for
doing such a wonderful job!
I check this site out almost every day. I grew up in Costa Mesa
and from the time I was allowed to ride my bike to the beach on my
own... I did. (In those days you could let your kids spend the
whole day away from you without much of a thought!)
I, like many of you that have posted, moved away from the area some
years ago. I have loved the adventures of my life, the places I've
lived, friends I've made along the way, and the family that
surrounds me. But I'm always drawn back to the beach, Balboa,
Newport and Little Corona. I can't explain it very well, this
longing inside to walk on the shore, feel the sunsets, smell the
salt air, and feel the freedom that watching the horizon and
hearing the pounding of the surf sets deep in my soul.
The past few years I've had the wonderful experience of taking my
kids and husband to the waves and teaching them to body surf, and
showing them the wonders in the tide pools of Little Corona,
snorkeling, cook outs in the fire pits etc. Fortunately, they love
it and are willing to go along with my obsession! When I married
and we took our first trip to Balboa, my new husband had trouble
just laying on a towel, relaxing, feeling the heat of the sun and
the cool breeze of the ocean sneak over you. He kept saying, "Is
this all you do? What else do you want to see? How long will we be
here?" So I began to teach him the art of the beach life. "Well, no
this isn't all of it......" We can jump in the waves and play and
then lie back on the towels to warm up again. Isn't it cool how you
can still feel the ocean's heartbeat when you lay back on the
towels? Watch the birds, especially the sand pipers, and watch for
the seals and the dolphins swimming in the surf. Let's walk on the
beach, or the board walk, go out to the end of the pier and eat,
always with a keen eye on what the fishermen are bringing up. Go
below the Newport Pier and see through the clear water beneath it,
stealing a secret kiss while we are there. Rent a boat, (cause my
family's one is long since gone) and view the homes in the bay,
pointing out all the famous that you remember. The essentials are
to ride the ferry, eat Balboa Bars, bring something home that
say's, Balboa or Newport, CA, and take as many pictures as can fit
on a 2 G card. The most important thing to do, though, is stay all
day and then feel the sunset calm your thoughts and fill you with a
quietness that only it's beauty can give you. Breath deeply.
Well, I'm happy to say that they all get it now. We spent this
Christmas visiting family and although my brother took us out on
his boat for an afternoon, we didn't get much time at the beach.
(not enough for me that is) I was grumpy on the way back home, not
getting my needed fix, when my kids piped up from the back
seat...... We have to come back soon, cause we didn't get our
personal family time at the beach!...... We didn't get to ride the
ferry or eat the Balboa Bars.... or see the sunset........or, or,
or........... Oh, Yeah, I'm raising them right!
Barbara Mardock (Schmok)
casunset@acsol.net
Dear Mr. Fournier
I emailed you a long time ago, that I may have these pictures of
Ricky's Court somewhere. I am sorry it took so long to get them to
you. I was there the day they tore it down. It was the end of an
era. You probably get a hundred emails and letters a month so I
will remind you... I lived in Balboa when I was growing up until I
moved to the NW in 1981. My Aunt was Bobby Mifflin, 'The taffy
lady', and I have family in the area even now. I worked in the fun
zone when ray and Frank Olson (along with Mr. Kennedy) ran it. I
must have heard the recording of the Balboa Bay tour boat
announcement ten thousand times when I was working at the Arcade. I
would love to hear that again. It started out, "In just a few
minutes now....." I hated it then, and miss it now. I worked at
Hidi's coffee shop when it was next to the post office. Hidi taught
me how to cook and I worked there from 1978-1980 along with
Marcella Portis and Debbie Day. I still remember how to make
the salsa that many people swear they saw move while it sat in out
on the tables in canning jars. The health dept would never let you
get away with that these days. I have been in the restaurant
business ever since. I currently own a small restaurant in the
quaint little marina community of Westport WA. and it reminds me a
great deal of the old Balboa. Back then the locals hung out was
Mutt Lynches', by the ferry, and the place to get a nice dinner was
Dillman's, or, of course the Pavilion .If you were up past two
o'clock, closing the bars, you often found yourself at the Newport
Pier eating breakfast at Charlie's Chili. So many good memories
tied up in Balboa. It's funny how many of us hold on to this town
so tightly. There is truly something special about the place. I
have look for many of the people I used to know over the years. I
check out your web site hoping to see an email from some old lost
friend. I have found some. I know contacts for some: Vicky Solem,
Pelone (Robert Owen), Gary Glover, Art Dever, Tim Reiter, Paula
Schoepe (Paula's fine foods) Mike Lancelot (Pizza Pete's). I am
still looking for contact information for Sean Green, Jesse bailey,
John Horn, Tom Menderez, Marcella Portis, Rappit Mike ( I can't
remember his last name, but he was the manager at Mutt's before it
burned down) Deppie Day, Goomba Jerry and Giovanni and Dean Mund.
It has been so long I was prepared to give up, until recently, when
I found Gary Glover after 28 years. Anyway, hope you enjoy the pics.....I
threw in a couple of Corny. He was a really neat individual, in
spite of himself. Keep up the good work. I look forward to every
month's issue.
Barbara Courneya aka Dever aka Fuller
bdever59@yahoo.com
Hi Jim. I saw your beautiful photos on the wall by the Pavillion
yesterday. The nice people in Davy's Locker told me how to reach
you. I went to high school with a really nice guy who shares your
name and wondered if it might be you or someone in your family.
Did anyone in your family named Jim graduate from Temple City High
School (near Arcadia) in the early 60's ?? If so, would you tell
him hello from Linda "Woody" Whyte - class of '63 . If it isn't
you or a family member may I say anyway how beautiful your work
is. We all hung out around Balboa growing up from the late 50's
till now - and I can see the love in your work. Have a great
Holiday, from a new fan
Linda (Whyte) Tindell
TheRanchWife@aol.com
We Miss Your Fabulous Gallery :( & You :)!Happy Merry Christmas &
Amazing New Year 2009 :):):)!!!
pinki
ponkiajka@yahoo.com
Hi Jim,
I enjoy your site. From 1969 to 1985 I was the UPS driver on the
balboa Peninsula. When I worked down there the stores included,
Henlines, Balboa Market, Gunderson Drugs, Dees Beauty shop, Bank Of
America, Yee Wee Beastie Pet Shop, Balboa Liquor (Cornys favorite
place) the Phone Company, Dillmans, The Handmaiden, Winchells
Donuts, Bamboo Rattan Gift Shop, The Balboa Theater, and Balboa
Cleaners on East Balboa Blvd, those are ones I remember best. On
Main street was the Studio Cafe, A Montessori school (where the Inn
is now), Heidis Cafe, the Post Office, Donaldsons Dept. store, Blue
Sails Stationers, Her Corner, on the corner of Main and East Bay
Ave. was a Jeweler, Balboa Bakery, bay Dept store and of course the
Pavillion with Davey's Locker. Over on Edgewater was Arts Landing
and the Fun Zone, and Hills Boat Service. I spent 16 wonderful
years on the Peninsula and made so many friends. It wasn't like a
place to work it was like seeing family everyday. I loved seeing
Carl and Julie at Molly Browns and their wonderful Labs Molly and
Jackson Brown. I left to become a tractor trailer driver for UPS, I
injured my ankle and the constant abuse delivering packages was
taking its toal. Leaving my route and my friends behind was
possibly the hardest thing I have ever done. In 2006 I retired fom
UPS after 38 years but we still visit the Peninsula several times a
year. We wandered into a shop last year while at the Boat Parade
and ran into Jane Campbell she reopened her shop on Palm Street it
used to be on Balboa Blvd (Local Color) Jane and her brother Joe
(of Rubys Diner fame) were really great folks and it was wonderful
to see Jane again. We don't really see to many people I used to
know after all these years, most of the business owners and their
business' are there no more. Anyhow thanks for the site it is most
enjoyable.
Steve Dull
nitro.dull@verizon.net
Will you have the Balboa Boat Rental cam up and running for the
Boat Parade? I think this cam makes for better viewing than the
Balboa Bay cam. (My 2˘ worth!!)
Ricki
rickil@comcast.net
This is my first time navigating through "Tales of Balboa"..what a
great site. I, like a lot of others, have spent years vacationing
in Newport Beach. My experience started around 1972. My parents
and I began staying at what was called the Sail Inn, now the Little
Inn, which is basically located across from Jack's at 27th and
Newport Blvd. Today I'm celibrating 25 years of marriage, and
since getting married and having children, we've carried on the
tradition of vacationing 2-weeks a year in Newport. My children
love it just as much as I do, and are destined to carry on the
tradition. We've stayed at a beautiful beach house owned by Joan
and Joe Tallman for the past 14 years, which is located on 27th,
just down from the main drag of McFadden Square. We've enjoyed so
many memories which include: hanging out at the beach between 27th
and 24th, breakfasts at Charlies Chili, late night snacks at the 24
hour donut shop next to the old Scotties Shrimp, spending Friday
and Saturday nights at the Fun Zone, watching the Bird-Man of
Newport (I think his real name is Ski Meinschein), trying to avoid
death while body surfing the Wedge, fishing off the main pier when
there was a bait-shop at the end of the pier, running face to face
into Brooke Shields by the Ferris Wheel as a 16 yr old boy and
almost fainting, going on the Harbor Cruise a couple hundred times,
and never getting bored, and just like others I could go on and
on...I'll be looking at the web-cams every day...and it will help
to pass the time between our visits...we will be experiencing
Newport on 4th of July for the first time this coming year.
Brent Coombs
Bcoombs@glendaleaz.com
Jim, I think when I was in the other day to Great Mex they have
extended the $1.00 Taco Day to Friday.
Tom
balboatom@roadrunner.com
Thanks to whoever was responsible for getting the Main Street web
cam lens cleaned. It looks much better now...not as clear as some
of the other cams but a lot better..
Sergey Zakharov
Hello Jim!
I had a random question for you. I was told several actors who
played Munchkins in "The Wizard of Oz" bought homes in Newport
together, I'm not even sure which street. I was trying to dig up
some research about it. do you have any factual backup to support
this story? If so, is it also in your book?
Many thanks!
Marina
marina.korzon@gmail.com
Hi Jim!!! Miss you all. Been traveling and
celebrating my birthday month!!!!! Hope all is well. Drop me a
line when you can!!!!! Say "hello" to everybody. Will be home
soon.
All my love, hugs and kisses.
BLINKY
ljlburkhard@hotmail.com
Jim,
We purchased some of your prints before you closed up the shop. We
love them and want to add some more to the house. Are any still for
sale?
Martin Young
Jim, Thanks for the great site. I check the
webcams every day, it almost makes me feel as though I am there.
I've been vacationing on Balboa Island since I was a young child.
I now take my 15 year old boy there for 2 wonderful weeks every
year. I have learned so much history looking through your back
issues. We are coming this year for the boat parade, can hardly
wait. There are two different dates listed on your website, the
ones on your homepage and when you click on the official boat
parade site. We want to make sure we are there at the right time.
You may want to check this. Keep up the great work.
Suzanne Horne
sjhorne@q.com
We grew up spending the summers on Balboa Island
from the time I was born (1928) until our parents sold the little
house on the corner of Topaz and S. Bay Front in the 1950's Once we
did the daily required chores of raking the bay beach and sweeping
the wide sidwalk along the shore we were free to wander until
dinner time, sailing our little El Toro dinghy and the somewhat
larger "Doris"-- a racing catboat which was one of the first boats
on the bay (since 1917, when my grandfather was one of the founders
of the two yacht clubs in town. ) Later we spent time further down
the peninsula in a house our father found a little more "civilized"
-- meaning that we actually had hot water and an inside shower. But
my heart still belongs to that simple little house where we could
fall asleep listening to the music from the merry-go-round in the
fun zone across the bay.
Doris (Ellliott) Pettersen
depettersen@yahoo.com
Newport Harbor High School Class of '61
My classmates from Newport Harbor High school have been indulging
ourselves in yearly get togethers. We're 64 going on medicare and
we're worrying if we'll still be loved.
Each Fall, as we prepare for for our 50th reunion in 2011, some of
us get together in our high school home town to assure ourselves
we are 1) still here, 2) we've done okay with our lives, (we only
know of one of us, specifically, who has been in jail,) 3) we are
still appealing in terms of our capacity for friendship and
camaraderie. I don't think anyone is particularly concerned about
the appeal we fretted over back when we were seventeen.
We were a fortunate group: from where we grew up, to where we
landed. We grew up near the Pacific ocean when we could still have
fires on the beach, sleep on the sand if our parents would let us,
dance at the Rendezvous, ride the Balboa ferry to the fun zone,
ski at Mammoth, body surf the Wedge and even hang out, fairly
effortlessly, at Disneyland up in Anaheim. There were no groins
sticking out in the ocean, heck, we didn't erode in those days. We
did think there was traffic and smog, but nothing like what the
area is treated to today. Instead, those who had cars, and there
were some wealthy families among us, sped around southern Cal with
tans on faces, sand wedged between toes, hair flying in the Pacific
breeze with dreams focused on the height of the surf, the blue of
the sky and the parties coming up.
Being southern Californians, we lacked snow and change of seasons.
We lacked rain, sleet and other eastern phenomenon. We were the
children of bouganvilla, frangipani, mock orange, salt air, birds
of paradise, frozen bananas, ferries across the bay, the bumper
cars, little Corona, Arrowhead, the Jolly Roger and Bob's Big Boy
on the Island, and Catalina off the coast.
We talked about where to meet at the beach, who was having a party
and, when we were feeling very serious, where we were going to
college. Something like 90% of our graduating class went on to
university, but I have to confess we were also of the demographic
that were pushed toward higher education. Our parents had high
expectations for us. Many of my friend's parents were
entrepreneurial, some were children of producers, directors and
actors. After all John Wayne, Rock Hudson, Sterling Hayden, Claire
Trevor lived in our neighborhoods. My father used to talk about
seeing Frank Sinatra and his entourage at Berkshires a restaurant
near the Arches and owned by one of our classmates' father. And for
those of you in the know, our most famous NHHS (a few years after
us) was Dirk Pitt.
I remember spending the night with a girlfriend down on the
peninsula who was tended by maids since her parents were traveling
abroad. She lived in a mansion where the foyer and living room were
decorated with stuffed grizzlies, polar bears, and African exotics;
at that age I didn't know what they were, but I knew they were
once huge, dangerous and impressive before (and after) they were
mounted. Her father was a big game hunter, obviously, but I had no
clue what he did that afforded him that luxury. All I knew was
that we had a whole wing of her house to ourselves. The differences
between some of us from "goat hill" and the shores of Newport may
have been impressive, but this was America in the 60's and we
didn't care about social differences, we just enjoyed the variety
of our friendships. In "our day" there was but one high school,
later there were five as the population blossomed. If we thought
homes were expensive then, we were clueless what this area would
become.
It's not that often we dip our toes back into the magic of our
youth, after all, we are sophisticated adults now, but we took such
joy in reminiscing, reconnecting, hearing one another's stories.
Life goes by so very fast.
Look away for a moment and there it went, we realized. We missed
our youthful wit that we produced in one another, our cleverness,
the light that gave us magic and the fire that still promises to
ignite us 47 years later. Those of us who have moved away take
scent inspired nostalgia from the breeze of the Pacific and the
eucalyptus on the shore.
CS
catssup@gmail.com
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