Skip to comments.Revisiting An Endless Summer (Where Were You in '64?)
Posted on 07/26/2014 1:47:17 PM PDT by Kid Shelleen
--SNIP-- It's a little amateurish, eye-rollingly hokey, and yet irresistibly endearing in its aw-shucks wholesome sincerity. It's those qualities that have allowed the film to improbably endure as the most influential adventure sports documentary ever made, and warrant another limited theatrical run in a few dozen theaters nationwide to celebrate a half-century since it first screened.
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Surfing in Santa Cruz, California, baby.
We also lived near Bruce Brown, the maker of Endless Summer.
You were living the movie !!
Sidewalk surfing in Des Moines Iowa, on one of the first skateboards.
Probably on my Great Grandparents farm picking strawberries churning butter and chasing fireflies.
In the one and only Surf City, Huntington Beach, CA!
Felt like it.
If I recall correctly, this film was initially relased in 1966.
This is nothing. You should have seen what the waves were like yesterday!
I spent two glorious weeks serving active Army Reserve duty as a relief drill sergeant at Ft. Leonard Wood.
In the summer of 1964, we made many visits to Huntington Beach, but none of us were into surfing. We also spent a week at the Balboa Peninsula.
1964 I was driving a 1949 Caddie, working as Relief Cook six days a week for Denny’s #3 in Long Beach, California.
One of the disadvantages of these threads is you can’t see my face turn GREEN WITH ENVY!
That must have been an absolutely glorious time in 1964. Pretty close to living the dream, wasn’t it?
Grand Forks AFB, North Dakota.
14 years old during the idyllic summer in my idyllic childhood hometown of Scarsdale, NY, obsessed with constantly listening to the Beach Boys (among others) and playing “drop the needle” over and over on every vinyl Beach Boys album they had released in order to learn how to play all of Carl Wilson’s guitar solos note for note.
And now, 50 years later, I’m still obsessively playing the guitar pretty much every spare moment I get.
Felt like it. I had a ball in high school. "Glory days."
I lived in Rochester at that time. Had just finished my junior year in highschool, and looking forward to my senior year. I was Co-Captain of the Varsity Cheer Squad at Madison, having run for the Captaincy, and lost to a fellow squad member who was black. My school had a large black population, but we all got along. We were supposed to have a car wash the weekend the riots broke out. Anita called me that Saturday morning and told me they were cancelling the car wash because it looked like rain. When I told my mother, she said: Rain my ass, they cancelled because they’re rioting in the city.