The Last Day I Surfed With My Father: A Tribute


The author’s father, Carter Jones, took this photograph of nuns on the LBI seaside in 1959.
I grew up in Westchester County in New York. In the early 1950s, my family members started off coming to Long Beach Island for summer time holidays.  Any time I scent the sea, listen to the waves, I think of my father, my part model and hero, and recall the basic, content times on LBI. This is a tribute to him.
Right after working 10 yrs as a copywriter at some of the top rated promotion organizations, my father, Carter Jones, made the decision it was time to do a little something new. He took off to Paris. There, he started taking photos with a Rolleiflex digicam a friend had given him for the trip. His get the job done started to look in French publications, and his job as a photographer was introduced.
His photographic work with the French vogue designer Jacques Fath led him to assembly my mom, who was employed by Fath at the time. They fell in love and were being married in Paris, where they lived for a 12 months right before returning to the U.S. I was born in New York Metropolis in 1950. When I was 2 many years outdated, we moved to the “country” in Yorktown Heights. My brothers and sisters and I grew up in a substantial residence on top rated of a hill surrounded by fruit orchards, forests and streams.
Back in the States, my father’s photographic career blossomed. He typically employed his loved ones as the subjects of his function. His image of my more mature brother and sister climbing a tree was among the 503 photographs from 68 nations around the world picked by photographer Edward Steichen for “The Loved ones of Man” exhibition, to start with demonstrated at the Museum of Modern Artwork in 1955 and then witnessed on a tour all over the globe. In 1959 his get the job done was demonstrated in the American Countrywide Exhibition in Moscow. 5 photos, all of his spouse and children, have been chosen as representative of the American way of everyday living. For her ebook, A Patriot’s Handbook, published in 2001, Caroline Kennedy selected my father’s picture of my brother enjoying in the hay.
This trend photograph by Carter Jones was taken for Lifetime journal and appeared in the yearly U.S. Digicam publication in 1952.
The working day just after school enable out in June, our family would pack up and head to LBI. We stayed the total summer, leaving only the working day in advance of college began in the tumble. For quite a few decades we rented a cottage in Extended Seaside Township on East Marine Lane.
One particular of my most loved recollections as a child was viewing the primary Marvel’s Industry (now a Wawa). At the finish of the working day my friends and I would ride our bikes down to the retail outlet. Tony Marvel would hand us an oil-splattered bag of continue to-heat doughnuts he experienced been including to during the day with all the odd-formed rejects from his great doughnut equipment. It was a actual take care of.
On Mother’s night off (Friday or Saturday), we would go the Vacation Snack Bar in Beach Haven. As soon as we walked in we would check out the selfmade pies and cakes on exhibit, and we could reserve our dessert in advance of our meal. A different handle.
LBI surfing pioneer Henry “Stretch” Pohl impressed and taught my father to surf. At the time, Extend applied a long 12-foot board. My earliest memory of observing my father surf was all-around 1954 when I was 4 decades old. Between a group of spectators, Stretch and my father carried the board to the seaside from Stretch’s spot in Ship Base. I was 7 the initial time my father place me on a board, and by the time I was 9, I was hooked, and we would surf together just about each individual day. We would just take turns finding up at 5 a.m. to test out the surfing disorders.
A 1959 portrait of Carter Jones.
I wrote this poem about the final time my father and I surfed jointly. It was in 1968. The upcoming working day he had a image assignment in Connecticut. He flew there by personal aircraft due to the fact he wished to get back again promptly that night to go browsing the following early morning, as we only had a couple of times remaining in our getaway. My father was killed on the return flight when the airplane crashed on landing at Manahawkin Airport. He was only 55 several years aged.
The poem recalls the pleasure of browsing with my father. He informed me that working day that he had hardly ever observed me surf much better. I continue to try to get to LBI a several instances a yr. I no extended surf, but think back again frequently to our final rides with each other.
 
Keep in mind This Day
By JB Shane Jones
 
The ocean breathed and swelled
Silhouettes appeared against the late day sky
Using the waves with cries of joy
 
As the solar melted into the bay
Sparkling wisps of spray
Picked up in the warm breeze
Gold reds pinks
 
My father stated let us recall this working day
Then the sky turned from blue to grey
I never observed him once again
He was taken absent
 
Treasured recollections
Held beneath the sand
When I’m close to the sea
I phone his title
 
JB Shane Jones life in New York City.
 
 
 

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