Catalina Island Man

"WHAT I HAVE LEARNED IN 62 YEARS"

10. Try to make someone laugh every day.

It has been proven to be both psychologically and physically beneficial. Besides, it just feels good to laugh and see others laugh.

We don’t do enough of it!

11. Hug someone each day.

There’s always someone out there who could use a hug and

YOU can be the giver.

12. Give to those who can’t give back, especially during the holidays. In the past Christmases, I have given gifts to three people I didn’t know well (a mentally challenged boy, a homeless man, and an emotionally unstable woman) and they are still thanking ME!

They never gave me any gift in return, but seeing the looks of complete surprise and happiness was greater than ANY gift they could have given me.

I only wish that I could have given it to them without them ever finding out it had come from me!

The Coin Divers of Avalon #3

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Postlog: Two years ago, a long time dear friend, Mitch Hammond, was visiting me during the summer (he lived in Beverly Hills then, and now lives near Chicago, Illinois). He was a "tourist" when we met in about 1960. When I was diving he was taking the passengers’ suitcases to their hotels in his little red wagon.

Anyway, we were having dinner at "Armstrong's Seafood Restaurant", which is located where the "Steamer Pier" used to stand and were enjoying a wonderful fish dinner, seated on a balcony right over the water.

Suddenly, I head "THROW A COIN". Mitch and I looked at each other, in hopes that the other one had also heard it, and we both did! Remember, I hadn't heard those words since 1965!

We looked down into the water to see three young boys, with masks and snorkels (we never used snorkels in the good old days) and they were actually "diving for coins"! Mitch and I couldn’t believe our ears or eyes. They weren't trying to get the attention of the other tables along the railing…they were concentrating solely on us!

I quickly pulled out all of the silver (quarters) that I had on me and urged the other patrons to do like wise and throw them to the boys. I then instructed these "wannabe divers" about "how" to yell, "THROOOOOOOOW A COOOOOOIN"!, not, "Throw A Coin".

I asked our server how often these boys had been doing this. She had been with the restaurant for years and this was the first time that she had ever seen this happen. I then turned back around with the idea of asking these young divers how they knew that this was the spot where I used to dive and how come they were only diving for Mitch and me…and they were GONE!

Mitch and I looked at each other shocked, as if we had just experienced an episode of the "Twilight Zone". After a few minutes to catch my thoughts, I told him that I had the feeling that if I had reached too far over the side, to throw the coins, that I would have fallen into the ocean and then, when I had come to the surface, I would have been a ten year old coin diver!!!!!

He then wondered what would happen if, after dinner, when we left the restaurant, there was a nine year old Mitch, asking to take our luggage to our hotel.

Here's a beautiful movie about the S. S. Catalina and its final resting place.



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The Coin Divers of Avalon #2

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This "Right-Of-Passage" got me and my friends past the intimidation of "begging" and helped to teach us how to scurry, and "fend off" our fellow "divers", having to push them out of the way as we dug between the rocks to find the "booty". Then, we ventured into the water, generally waist high, and acclimated ourselves to "yelling", with a mask over our faces, and learning how, if we were lucky, to grab the money on the "fly" before it hit the water and headed for the ocean bottom.

My personal "Right-Of-Passage" came the following summer when I realized that I was ready for the "Big Time". I told my fellow child entrepreneurs that I was "GOING UNDER THE PIER", which meant that I was now ready to join the "big kids". I was actually going to dive for coins, thrown directly from the "S. S. Catalina"! I remember the look on my friends' faces when they realized that I was making the big move. I was now "one of them", a "BIG KID"!!!

The coin divers would head to the North Beach, also called "Pete's Beach", down the stairs, hit the water, and then swim out to the boat. The "macho divers", had to enter the water by diving off the edge, from about the seven foot level, directly into the water.

You would have to watch the wave action so that there would be water under you when you dove in. I learned this lesson on my first attempt! Instead of watching the wave hit the wall, dive in, and then let it take you out, I dove as the wave was going out, which meant that I dove face first into the gravel and rocks! I could have broken my stupid neck, but all it did was ripped the skin off of my forehead. Of course, not wanting to let anyone know that I had "missed the wave", I simply swam out to the boat, with blood streaming down my face! The salt water burned like alcohol, but it also acted as an antiseptic and eventually numbed the area.

At first, I started near the bow (front) of the Steamer and then, as I got more adventurous, I began moving toward the stern (back). The water was much shallower closer to the shore and quickly got deeper as one moved away from the shore. I am not aware of how deep the water was at the stern, but "free diving" down forty feet or more was certainly not uncommon. As a rule of thumb, we felt the “deeper” the water…the “bigger” the money. And…if you were really cute, which I definitely was, a passenger would motion to you as to where he/she was planning to throw their money, so that your fellow divers wouldn't be all over you trying to get that handful of dimes or quarters.

It wasn't unusual, toward the back of the ship, for passengers to use silver dollars (which were still being used as currency), as weights to wrap a $5 bill around and throw it into the water. They would often throw the "big money" near the propeller. The "prop" of the steamer, was continually slowly rotating, to keep the ship stable. The chance of being "sucked" into the propeller was a real liability of going after the "silver". Only the bravest or "stupidest" would attempt such a feat.

In order to get the money flowing, we would yell "THROOOOOOOOOW A COOOOOOOIN"! To get the "big money" we would yell, "LET'S SEE SOME SILVER!", or some such statement. Keep in mind, we never thought of this as begging. We were putting on a display of athletic prowess, or "performance", if you would prefer, and we were getting paid for what we were worth. The further out they threw the coins, the deeper they made us dive and the more fellow divers we had to fend off. This process determined what we expected to get in the way of remuneration.

If we weren't able to grab the money in the air, we had to face the sad truth that we now had to really work for our money. When coins are heading to the bottom, they tend to flutter back and forth, much like a leaf falling from a tree. You wanted to get to it as quickly as possible, because not only did you face the prospect of having to hold your breath, sometimes for a minute or more, but the deeper you dove the colder the water got. Then, depending on how much action was going on above in the water level, you had to face…a "welcoming committee"!!!

Once retrieved, there were only three places you would keep your money: 1) In your mask If you were lucky and got a lot of money, you couldn't see past the coins. But your mask would tend to "fog up" a lot and you would have to take it off and rub it with "spit" or "kelp sap" to keep it from fogging again; 2) In your mouth Money tastes bad and you run the chance of swallowing some. Unfortunately, some fellow divers choked on money getting lodged in their wind pipes; or 3) In your swim trunks Which usually had very small pockets and it took too long to try to cram your loot into them. Additionally, the other divers had more access to these coins. (This is a picture of me on the extreme left with a picture of a sea plane in the background).

After a particularly "fruitful" dive, when you made it to the surface, your "greeting committee" of fellow divers would then either: Pull off your mask, which would release your money; Put their feet on your shoulders, forcing you back down, which would cause you to "spit out" your money as you are now gasping for air; or they would simply "pants you". They would relieve you of your swimming trunks and go through your pockets. Believe me, IT WAS AN UNDERWATER JUNGLE OUT THERE!

If you made it through the day (the ship arrived at Noon and left at 4:10 pm, except on weekends, when it would generally make two round trips), you were usually in the water around an hour when it arrived and an hour when it left, you could easily get $15 or more in a day, which, in those days, was enough for some of the "mainland" college kids to be able to eat three meals a day, stay in a nice hotel, and take their "summer romances" to the Casino to dance that evening.

My coin diving career continued until the mid-sixties. In 1965 I graduated from High School, then I went off to college on the mainland. In 1969 the old Steamer Pier was torn down and what was left behind is now the site of Antonio’s Restaurant and the Busy Bee Restaurant. And finally, in 1975 the the S. S. Catalina was taken out of service forever. Between school, teaching and getting along in life, my coin diving career faded into the mists of the past, until…
(To be continued)


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The Coin Divers of Avalon #1

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A few days ago my friend and associate, Jim Watson, and I were interviewing Lolo Saldana, another great friend and also the "The World's Best Barber" who has been cutting hair in Avalon for over 50 years, for an upcoming project. He mentioned how, before WWII, kids made money diving for coins when the passenger ships came in.





Sometimes they brought home more money than their fathers did working their "normal" jobs.

This conversation got me to thinking about the years, from 1953 to 1965, when I dove for coins thrown from the



"Great White Steamship – the S. S. Catalina". I truly feel that this is one of the things that set the "Islanders" apart from other kids and made us what we are today, for good or for ill, a bit "different" and certainly more "independent" than most.




I must take this opportunity to preface my "coin diving" story by acknowledging that this is "my story" and that there was no "set" procedure




for how locals got involved in this activity nor how they plied the trade. I would love others to share their stories and memories (special message to Gregory, Valerie and Jeannie…get the hint?). Please email your stories for posting to: liddell@catalinas.net

Catalina Island "Coin Diving" goes back to the 1890's when the Banning Brothers, who had purchased the Island in 1892 (and later sold the Island to William Wrigley, Jr., in 1919), had a fleet of boats bringing excited, and generally "sea sick" visitors to the Island, on what was probably their first "ocean voyage". It would take around three hours to get here from Wilmington, California.

I don't know what caused the first brave sole to decide to jump into the water and expect passengers to throw him money (originally it was only boys who participated in this tradition), but I can only assume that one of the passengers, who had been to Hawaii where this tradition had been going on, saw a young swimmer and yelled "How would you like some money?", and then threw some coins into the water. Finding this activity both challenging and rewarding, the diver probably eagerly "went for it" and then shared this experience with his buddies, who then decided the next day to "meet the boat" in hopes that they would be so lucky.

They would have found confused passengers, wondering what they were doing, swimming along side the steamer, until that first diver said those eventful words, "Throw a coin!", which probably would have delighted the passengers enough to start searching for pennies, nickels, dimes, and, should they be so lucky, some silver money. The divers were providing the visitor a service, even though they didn't know it at the time. They allowed the passengers to "feel" like they had taken a major ocean voyage (even though, if they had looked hard, they could have still seen the mainland behind them) and added to the excitement of their arrival.

On the pier, as well as at the foot of the pier, leading into town, another custom was in play. The locals and visitors who arrived earlier had formed a "gauntlet" where they would line up on both sides and the newly initiated tourist to walk between these rows of "natives". It gave the new arrivals the feeling of being "greeted", which continued until the Steamer Pier was torn down in 1969.

"Duke" Fishman was one of those who has been so associated with this "greeting", going back to the 1930's.

My "diving" career started when I was five years old, if you want to call it "diving".





I stood on the rocks, south east of where the "Busy Bee" Restaurant now sits, and bellowed to those going to the boat called the "Blanche W" and other excursion boats leaving the "Steamer Pier" to



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(My story will continue in my next post)

"Happy Father's Day"

...to all of you fathers.

For those of you, like me, who never had children, and those fathers who have put in the extra effort, "Happy Dad's Day".







Almost any man can be a biological "Father", but it takes a special man to be called a "Dad".


I love the quote, "No man stands so tall as one who stoops to help a child!" I hope that many more men will humble themselves to positively affect the life of a child; to take on the role of "Dad".

Children need both loving women and men in their lives and our society could use a lot more loving, caring, and nurturing of children.


We are determining our own futures by how we treat our children. If we show them love, they, in turn, will learn to love themselves and others.


The Bible says: "God is love". A true understanding of the concept of "love" can turn more men into "Dads".

Catalina Island Man

"WHAT I HAVE LEARNED IN 62 YEARS"

8. Accept the "good" and "bad" of life equally! Time has a way to showing us that EVERYTHING that happens has a reason and we should accept that...






everything as part of a "wonderful tapestry",

that is slowly being woven. Time also has a way of showing us that both, "good" and "bad" are a necessary part of life.

9. Don't take yourself, especially your mistakes, too seriously!

In 100 years from now, WHO CARES!?! Be easy on yourself.


No one is perfect and no one is really keeping score.

Everyone else is too wrapped up in themselves to worry about the failures you experience.


More to follow, soon!

Catalina Island Man

"WHAT I HAVE LEARNED IN 62 YEARS"

7. Don't always have to be "right". It is more important to resolve problems and misunderstandings than it is to have to make the other person/persons feel that THEY WERE WRONG! Be quick to admit when you are wrong and apologize. You would be surprised how quickly this simple act can break a disputed "log jam".