The
beach house had been in my family for years.
My Grandma had always dreamed of living on the ocean. We’ve been taught that our bodies are 70%
water. My Grandma said she believed this
because she felt the spirit of the ocean dwelled inside her and the crashing
waves against the shore pounded out the rhythm of her heart. My Grandpa loved her more than anything, and
although he was actually the one to make her heart pound, he wanted to do
everything in his power to make her dreams come true. They got married after he returned from the
war. He found a part time job in real
estate that eventually turned into a career.
When the opportunity finally presented itself, he snatched up a little
piece of land right on the beach in the city of San Clemente. He built them a beautiful little home on that
land with what money they had left. It
wasn’t much to look at, but it was perfect for them. They called it home for the next 60
years.
That
little beach house saw many changes over the years. Three girls were born and raised there and
with each new baby came a new addition to the house. For their 25th wedding anniversary they built
a state of the art kitchen where they could explore all their culinary
curiosities. It was pretty elaborate for
the 70’s. A few years after that they
gutted the upstairs completely to create a huge vaulted ceiling for the main
foyer and living room. By then all three
girls had moved out, were married, and starting to have children of their
own. Brand new bedrooms were constructed
in yet another addition so the girls and their families could come home to
visit anytime they wanted. And they
did. Every summer the whole family came
together for a few weeks. For their 50th
anniversary they had a new master suite built complete with a master
bathroom. It featured a whirlpool tub
big enough for four with a picture window overlooking the ocean and
shoreline. It was my Grandma’s favorite spot
in the house. And while she joked that
it took her 50 years of putting up with Grandpa to get it, we all knew she was
proud of the house and proud of the life that her and Grandpa had made.
When
the upkeep became difficult for them to handle alone they hired help. A gardener came a few times a week to help my
Grandpa with the property and a maid helped my Grandma with cleaning and
laundry. Grandma refused to have anyone
cook for her, but they did take turns running errands or driving them into
town. This arrangement worked quite well
for a while. About five years ago, it
became clear that they needed more help than a gardener and maid could
provide. They moved into an independent
living community a few miles away and their three daughters took over the beach
house.
We
continued gathering together at the beach house every summer. Not everyone could make it every single time,
but the effort was made. It got more
difficult as us kids grew older. School,
sports, jobs, and life in general got in the way. Three weeks turned into two, then two into
only one. Some family members only
stopped by for a few days. When our
family wasn’t staying there, we rented it out.
My mother and her sisters managed the rental of the property. The gardener and maid had stayed on after my
Grandparents left. They were basically
the on sight managers and very heavily trusted by my family. Other staff was brought on as well to assist
the guests. Again, this new arrangement
worked quite well the past few years and even provided some extra income which
the families split. But it was all
coming to an end.
This
would be the last year the beach house was part of our family. It was becoming too much work for my Mom and
Aunts to manage as a rental property. My
Mom was busy running her own Bed and Breakfast back in Lemon Cove and my Dad
was a pilot always on the go. My Aunt and
Uncle were looking to retire early to Arizona or Florida. My other Aunt and Uncle already lived up in
Northern California and it was too hard for them to manage long distance. So they had hired a general contractor to fix
the place up. He was to give it a
complete facelift and modernize everything from appliances to drapes. It was decided that my cousin Jessica and I
would stay at the house all summer to oversee the work and help make decisions
on interior design and such. The rest of
the family could come and go throughout the summer as they please. At the end of the summer, when the work was
complete, the beach house would be put up for sale.