Grandmas Gone Surfing
Grandma’s Gone Surfing. What a great title for a blog!
The GGS Blog, was my initial inspiration. There are five years of posts, written by a woman, who was not a grandma, but a mother, who had started surfing at the age of forty three. She was a good writer, with the heart and soul, of a surfer. Her writing style was intriguing. You always wanted to know what happened next.
She, of course, had the surf perspective of the older woman, beginner. She experienced all of the ups and downs of surfing, from learning to paddle out, to getting better and catching waves, only to be plauged by the people that won’t let up ” dropping in” on you. And there’s always the, day in the life of a surfer, when your first photographer comes up to you and mortifies you with a picture of yourself surfing. It can be horrifying, when the photograph in no way resembles, what you know, you just experienced in the waves. *Just a note~All surfers are not created equal and neither are photographers.*
Her every post, is a detailed account. It’s as if you’re right there with her. You can feel her frustrations and her moments of glory. She’s comical sharing her aqua antics, with her newbie outlook. Her portrayal of the older woman, surfer struggle are too familiar at times. There can be a lot of conflict and aggression in the water. Personally, I try to not make it my cross to bear. Not out loud anyway. All surfers have conflict of some sort.
Unlike Grandma, I’m really a grandmother and I’ve surfed for a long time. I can remember being eleven years old with my 9’6′ Rick Noserider. I use to stand on the sandbar and push myself into the wave. I would watch my friends, catching waves left and right. I wanted to do that! I never did catch a wave by paddling into it, until I was fourteen. I was so shocked. It felt zen. That’s the feeling that I have pursued through the years, over and over. Fortunately, in surfing, there’s always a new dawn
But so were the times of pushing the board into the waves. It’s all relative.
All of those guys I surfed with back then, in 1967, don’t surf anymore and haven’t for years. I’ve witnessed a few generations of surfers passing through on the island, two in Costa Rica. Some stay with it, but most don’t. They disappear.
That’s what has happened to Grandma too! It’s quite mysterious. One day she’s writing and sharing about her surf life and the next she’s gone! After chronicling for five years, there were no more posts. They began in 2005 and ended in 2010.
After her last post in May 2010, I was going to ask the question, “Where have you gone, Grandma?”, but I was stopped by a comment from her friend Julie Lawrence. She identified Grandma as Linda. Linda had never used her real name in the blog. It said that she was missing and that the NYPD was involved.
I’m rarely bothered by the absence of a surfer in the lineup. Either they’ll show back up or they won’t. But I have been haunted by the idea of this woman, Linda, disappearing from her blog. It’s abandoned. What happened to her? Unlike, the writer, Agatha Christie, who reappeared in eleven days, this woman has been gone for one year and seven months. Did she keep surfing and decide the blog was too much trouble? Is she in the line up in Long Island or did she beat it for warmer waves in the tropics?
I wrote Julie Lawrence and got no answer. I wrote to the Surfing Grandma of OC, another follower of Linda’s blog. She too was concerned, but had no news. I wrote to Alan Weisbecker, author of Why Can’t You Get Along With Anyone, as well as, In Search of Captain Zero. Linda admired him and mentioned him in a few of her posts. He didn’t know Grandma.
I never surfed with Grandma. I never met her. But, I feel as if I’ve come to know her through her blog. She has become a long lost surfing buddy.
Does anyone know the whereabouts of Grandma? Has she just gone surfing or has there been foul play? Did she engineer her own disappearance for some unknown reason?
Where is Grandma?