My Torrance Beach story. For much of Senior year and the following summer, Mary
Sue Easley and I were boyfriend-girlfriend. One of our favorite things was the
beach, day or night, hot or cold, with or without company, but together. On one
of the many trips to Torrance Beach (she lived just up the hill and catty-corner
to Rosemary deKamp), the thin gold chain around her neck broke and fell in the
water. And so did my senior ring. Uh oh. She felt bad, worse than I did, certainly.
Some months later I got a call from the jeweler who did the ordering, engraving,
and collecting for the senior ring project. Someone had found a ring, and I was
the only "FMS" in the class of '54. What luck!
some time passes, a year or so, however long is necessary to reach Summer, 1956.
Nature had taken its course, Mary Sue and I drifted apart and I was boy-girling
with Linda Lou Spahn. One of our favorite things was the beach, day or night,
hot or cold, with or without company, but together. On the one occasion I can
recall that we went to Torrance beach, we were doing a little slap and tickle
on the sand, when she noticed the slim gold chain around her neck was gone. And
with it, my senior ring. She felt bad, worse than I did, certainly.
Within weeks I had enlisted. Eventually
Linda and I drifted apart. I had a whole lot of life and living happen to me,
some part of which you can read about here on this site.
Fast and long forward, to 1994. It's the THS class of '54 fortieth reunion.
Fortieth! Wow. See some of it here: 40th
reunion. Great fun, sweet and pleasant, except that it was The Hottest
August Day On Record (104°) and the event was under a non-insulated roof.
More time passes. Not much more, but some. Only five years. June, 1999. I
get a nice letter from Joan Leech (Paour). Someone from Redondo Beach with a metal
detector has found a THS class ring, year '54, initials "FMS". Can you
believe it? You ever want to compare unlikelies with anyone, here is a great benchmark.
I win, even though I haven't actually retrieved the ring yet. I might never,
or maybe I should, just so I could put it on a chain around Margarita's neck,
and take her to Torrance Beach, y'know?