Wave Woman: The Life and Struggles of a Surfing Pioneer
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In middle age, Betty finally followed her dream of living near the ocean; she moved to Hawaii and, at age forty-one, took up surfing. She lived and surfed at Waikiki during the golden years of the mid-1950s and was a pioneer surfer at Makaha Beach. She was competitive in early big-wave surfing championships and was among the first women to compete in Lima, Peru, where she won first place. Betty was an Olympic hopeful, a pilot, a mother, a sculptor, a jeweler, a builder, a fisherwoman, an ATV rider, and a potter who lived life her way, dealing with adversity and heartache on her own stoic terms. A love letter from a daughter to her larger-than-life mother, Wave Woman will speak to any woman searching for self-confidence, fulfillment, and happiness.
Victoria Heldreich Durand
Vicky Heldreich Durand first fell in love with Hawaii at age twelve, when she spent a summer with her aunt and uncle on the island of Molokai. She returned home and talked her mother, Betty, into a trip the following summer, and by the following winter, Betty, Vicky, and Vicky’s sister had moved to Honolulu. Vicky spent her formative years surfing with her mother; they both competed in the Makaha International Surfing Contest in Hawaii, and they traveled as invited guests to Lima, Peru, on behalf of The Club Waikiki’s efforts to interest women in surfing. Over the years, Vicky has established and directed a cottage sportswear company, worked as a Title 1 high school teacher, collaborated with community groups to provide better services for her students, and successfully pursued grant funding for various programs to support teen parents. Today, she serves as a member of the Liljestrand Foundation Board with her husband, Bob Liljestrand. She is the mother of two grown daughters, six grandchildren, gardens avidly, and is passionately involved in animal rescue, working mainly with cats and dogs. Wave Woman is her first book.
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Wave Woman - Victoria Heldreich Durand
PRAISE FOR WAVE WOMAN
There are some people who venture into uncharted territory. They are referred to as pioneers, and that they are. In the world of surfing, one such pioneer was Betty. She was prominent, accomplished, and a champion surfer when women were not supposed to surf. She also ventured into bigger waves when most others were content to watch. Every young woman enjoying surfing in contemporary times should remember and appreciate Betty Heldreich. She made it ‘happen.’
—Fred Hemmings, author, keynote speaker, and former surfing champion
"Betty Heldreich Winstedt was a lover of the ocean and a true surfing pioneer whose experiences in California and Hawaii were exceptional for the mid-1950s. Wave Woman is daughter Vicky’s heartfelt tribute to this capable, gifted woman who taught those around her to live in the moment. ‘Wake up and be somebody,’ Betty would challenge—advice that resonates soundly today."
—Jane Schmauss, historian and founding member of the California Surf Museum
"Wave Woman is a heartfelt tale about an inspiring surf pioneer. Betty Heldreich approached her life as a grand adventure, and Wave Woman captures her trailblazing triumphs and struggles."
—David Davis, author of Waterman: The Life and Times of Duke Kahanamoku
"When Vicky Durand’s mother spurned 1950s America for the life of a surfer in Waikiki and then Makaha, she plunged her daughter Vicky into a world of wonder. . . . Pick up Wave Woman and you’ll enter that dreamtime in such exquisite, evocative detail that it may cause painful surges of nostalgia for what’s been lost. But what you’ll gain by reading Vicky’s wise study of a painful marriage and a woman’s need to express herself in the ocean could also inform your own life and those you love."
—Don Wallace, senior editor of Honolulu Magazine
"Reading Vicky Durand’s Wave Woman made me wish that I had met her mother, Betty, in person. But by the end of the book, I realized that I had met this extraordinary woman, because Betty’s gentle personality and fierce spirit come alive in this story. A surfing pioneer, Betty rode the turbulent waves of her life with grace and style. Wave Woman is a moving tribute to an amazing woman."
—Stuart H. Coleman, award-winning author of Eddie Would Go, Fierce Heart, and Hawaiian Hero
WAVE WOMAN
Copyright © 2020 by Vicky Helderich Durand
All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.
Published by SparkPress, a BookSparks imprint,
A division of SparkPoint Studio, LLC
Phoenix, Arizona, USA, 85007
www.gosparkpress.com
Published 2020
Printed in the United States of America
ISBN: 978-1-68463-042-4 (pbk)
ISBN: 978-1-68463-043-1 (e-bk)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2019912670
Interior design by Tabitha Lahr
All company and/or product names may be trade names, logos, trademarks, and/or registered trademarks and are the property of their respective owners.
Names and identifying characteristics have been changed
For all the women who have surfed,
and who will surf, in Betty’s wake
CONTENTS
Foreword
Introduction: The Big Arc of Betty’s Life
CHAPTER 1: The First Wave (1954)
CHAPTER 2: Pioneer Origins (1913–29)
CHAPTER 3: California Dreaming (1929–36)
CHAPTER 4: Lost Wax and White Gold (1937–51)
CHAPTER 5: Hawaii Calls (1951–53)
CHAPTER 6: The Gold Coast (1954–55)
CHAPTER 7: Westside Story (1956)
CHAPTER 8: Wave Riding Goes Competitive (1957–59)
CHAPTER 9: New Horizons (1959–60)
CHAPTER 10: Sojourn in South America (1960)
CHAPTER 11: Life After Lima (1961–63)
CHAPTER 12: Becoming a Fisherwoman (1963–89)
CHAPTER 13: Changing Tides (1990)
CHAPTER 14: Last Years in Makaha (1990–2011)
CHAPTER 15: Reminiscence
Appendix: England to Salt Lake City (1850–1929)
A Note on Hawaiian Language and Style
Endnotes
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Permissions
Index
FOREWORD
To me, Betty Heldreich was Makaha in its positive aspects. In 1958, when I came to Hawaii to teach at Punahou, the historic private school in Honolulu, I got to know Betty’s oldest daughter, Vicky, who had won the Makaha contest the year before and was a senior at Punahou. Through Vicky, I became good friends with Betty. The Heldreichs had a home adjacent to Makaha’s surfing beach. Whenever I came to surf on the weekend, Betty let me park my old woody station wagon (with a mattress in the back) on their front lawn. I could look out at the surf break from my overnight perch. During those pleasant visits, Betty and I would talk about our times in Santa Monica, where I grew up and where Betty lived after graduating from USC.
Although Betty was there in the 1930s during the Depression and I was there later, we had a lot in common. We were both competitive swimmers and had mutual friends in the swimming world and on the beach. We shared a friendship with Pete Peterson, a lifeguard and probably the best all-around waterman of the twentieth century. Another old-timer who swam with Betty for the Los Angeles Athletic Club was Paul Wolf, the USC swim coach when I was competing at Stanford. My Stanford swim coach, Tom Haynie, had competed against Paul while at the University of Michigan in 1960 and came to Punahou, where he coached swimming for twenty years. Both Paul and Tom knew and admired Betty as a successful all-around water girl.
When Betty swam for the Los Angeles Athletic Club, she found herself among some of the best swimmers and water polo players in the world. During different decades, we both swam laps on our own and, coincidentally, at the Uplifters Club in Santa Monica Canyon—Betty in the 1930s, and I in the 1940s. Even though we were fifteen years apart, Santa Monica for both of us was a wonderful place to grow up. Fellow Santa Monicans like Buzzy Trent, Kit Horn, and Matt Kivlin started surfing in 1941 and mentored Corny, my twin brother, and me. Buzzy, along with George Downing and Wally Froiseth, became the best big Makaha Point surfers at the time, while Betty and her good friend Ethel Kukea were establishing themselves as early haole women to surf Makaha. Buzzy, George, and Wally admired Betty and Ethel and became their friends.
If Betty and I shared a bond because of Santa Monica, what really cemented our friendship was our love of the ocean and beaches at Makaha (where Betty lived and brought up her family) and Sunset Beach (where I have lived and brought up my family).
Betty remains always in my mind a one-of-a-kind person. She inspired men and women alike with her athleticism, her humility, and her fierce independence.
—Peter Cole, Sunset Beach, Hawaii
INTRODUCTION
THE BIG ARC OF BETTY’S LIFE
Laugh
Build for yourself a strong box,
Fashion each part with care;
When it’s strong as your hand can make it,
Put all your troubles there;
Hide there all thought of your failures,
And each bitter cup of that you quaff;
Lock all your heartaches within it,
Then sit on the lid and laugh.
Tell no one else its contents,
Never its secrets share;
When you’ve dropped in your care and worry
Keep them forever there;
Hide them from sight so completely
That the world will never dream half;
Fasten the strong box securely
Then sit on the lid and laugh.
—Bertha Adams Backus, 1911
In August of 2015, I was looking for clues to the mystery of my mother’s life. I knew the outlines: She came from pioneer stock in Utah, she fled a middle-class family life in Chino, she fell in love with surfing at age forty, she outlived two husbands and a few lovers. She was and is admired by surfers worldwide. She died at ninety-eight. But then I discovered a tattered cardboard box hidden on a dusty shelf in our Makaha Beach garage. The receptacle contained a forgotten trove: what my mother called her autobiography
—written to cover her years from birth to age twenty-four—along with her collection of memorabilia, letters, and photos spanning the rest of her long life. Among the contents was a poem, Laugh,
by Bertha Adams Backus, which my mother had hand-copied on a small piece of paper and safeguarded for more than eighty years.
The poem captured my mother’s philosophy; in fact, she lived her life in accordance with its tenets. Rather than exposing her fears, her failures, or her heartaches—to others and especially to her children—she kept them locked away. Additional letters and poems revealed details of her life we had never talked about.
Betty Pembroke Heldreich Winstedt was born in 1913 and died in 2011. Her secret writing projects recount a life that shows a spirit of adventure—indeed, a daring that continued into her last years. I wrestled the awkwardly heavy cardboard box off the garage shelf several years after she died. My mistake in not having asked my mother many more questions had just started to sink in.
To fill in the gaps, I embarked on a dual journey of discovery. The first part of my quest was to find more detailed information about my mother’s unusual life and to learn more by writing about it. The second part was to learn how my mother’s unconventional yet stoic example shaped others—and, of course, me.
At an early age, my mother developed a love of challenge that was unusual for a girl during the 1920s. She undertook projects—whether a pilot’s license or a career in dentistry—that were the province of men. She possessed derring-do, and she dreamed big. She loved to learn how things worked and believed that it is never too late to expand one’s horizons.
My mother worked ferociously and created relentlessly, but she was ready to play at the end of a day. She always had a project on the horizon, vocationally and avocationally: She was a dental hygienist, competitive swimmer, aviator, jeweler, pioneer surfer, house builder, potter, and haiku poet. She possessed an unwavering belief that she could start a dental lab, clean watches, take and develop photographs (in color, as well as black and white), and carve miniature objects out of wax. She never settled for less, and she taught me and others to do the same. A little advice,
she wrote in one of her haiku. Wake up and be somebody. Don’t be just a drudge.
I grew up and lived in what I thought was one of the most beautiful places in existence: Salt Lake City,
she wrote in her fourteen-page autobiography, which was folded and frayed by the time I discovered it in her garage. I loved the softness and freshness of the air, the sweep of the valley right up to the Wasatch Range with the purple and pink colors at sunset. As a small girl, I thought it was such a joy to smell the blossoming trees that lined the streets.
At age five, Mother vacationed in Santa Monica with her paternal grandparents, Herbert and Sara Pembroke. When she laid eyes on the Pacific Ocean, she fell in love, infatuated with the sand between her toes, the shades of blue in the water, and the waves that crashed onshore. From that point forward, most of the choices in her life moved her inevitably closer to the waves.
I, too, had a similar transforming moment when, as an adolescent, I spent the summer with my aunt Jane and uncle Smithy on the island of Molokai. After that summer, I knew that I would never again be happy in landlocked Chino, California. I had to live near that ocean.
Two years later, in 1954, I was fourteen and my mother forty when we learned to surf at Waikiki, guided by the beach boy Charlie Amalu. We both took to the sport. Barely three years later, my mother was on the first Hawaiian surf team invited to Lima, Peru. In 1957, I won the Makaha International Surfing Contest. My mother and I were twenty-seven years apart, but more than genes brought us together: We were women thrilled by the challenge of the waves, the power of the ocean, and the search for adventure.
We both surfed Waikiki during what became known as the golden age of Hawaiian surfing. It was a romantic era, and we considered ourselves lucky to be part of it. My mother was one of the early haole (non-Hawaiian) women to surf the big waves at Makaha in modern times, earning herself the moniker of a surfing pioneer.
I wrote down some of my mother’s stories as she told them to me. Others I’ve pieced together from memory, news stories, and the accounts of her contemporaries. But, of course, the greatest resource has been the material from the box. Woven into my account are photos, letters, and memorabilia from her life as an artist. Also included are whimsical haiku she composed in her nineties to express an inner life that had always buoyed her but that she rarely shared. In the succinct, unrhymed verses (seventeen syllables with three lines, each divided into five, seven, and five syllables), she set down an observation of a vivid incident of daily life. The haiku is unassuming, a moment of truth waiting to be fully discovered.
My mother’s poetry is the manifestation of her late-in-life reflections; she composed most of the haiku while facing the ocean at her Makaha Beach home. By then, she had lost nearly all her eyesight. Her poems are often humorous but also contain visions of the world she had known, yet could no longer see. In 2007, haiku, a brief life story, and pictures were assembled in a book, Haiku of Life: A Surfer’s Memories and Reflections. A year later, the book was revised with new poems.
Surfing is great fun
Riding speed of the water
Conquering one’s fear
—Betty, 2009
I am giving this material fresh form, seeing anew my mother’s choice to approach obstacles with a positive attitude, inner strength, and courage. To begin, I offer her words from an afternoon in 1960, while we sat together at Makaha and she told me the story of nearly meeting her Waterloo.
(She called all her brushes with death her Waterloos.) As usual, she spoke calmly as she recalled the details.
It was the spring of 1959, a picture-perfect Hawaiian morning at Makaha Beach. Perfectly shaped, glassy waves rolled in from the point. The musty smell of saltwater-drenched kukui nuts saturated the air. The surf conditions were ideal, with cloudless blue skies and clear, warm water. Only a slight breeze blew down the valley, barely making the coconut fronds sway. This was a day of days for surfing.
I had been out since dawn and had caught some super waves. My rides had been exciting, and I was almost ready to quit, but it was hard to stop. Instead of going home to do some carpentry, I decided to paddle out for just one more wave. The surf had been eight to ten feet, but suddenly—and typically for Makaha—the waves jumped up to twelve to fourteen feet. A bit scary, but the conditions were perfect.
I wondered if I was up to this. My heart pounded as I headed a half mile out through the channel toward the point. All I could see were giant mounds of water forming lines on the horizon, moving in.
After what seemed like an endless paddle, I finally reached the lineup: the place where I wanted to sit and wait. I figured