CASTLEGAR NEWS, July 13, 1980

It's faster than a sail-
boat; more maneuverable
than a surfboard; and able to
fly over the water like skis on

now.

On West Kootenay lakes
this summer the ‘Ultimate
Free Ride’ is on a Wind-

Windsurfing—

“sa f ue
ae i ; ree i €
This new sporting byb- | a ~ ) | i

rid of sailing and surfing
the worlds fastest Sie
water and summer sport.
jThe Wind is Free’'—withina nia, Windsurfing caught on in
‘short time your sailboard Europe in the early 1970's
becomes an extension of your before drifting back to a
body end sailing brings you rising acceptance in this
into as close an alliance with country in recent years.
wind and water as any sport. It was called “Sailboard-
The first time you keep ing” or “Freesailing” by the
your balance for the few two inventors, Hoyle Sch-
hundred feet, it's worth all weitzer vice president of a
the dunk The firm, and
flows as you glide over the Jim Drake an aeronautical
water. Whenever the wind is engineer, in 1967 when they

surfing is just taking off this
summer as more and more
people become exposed to its
thrill. Two local sailors out of
Nelson, Rick Galliver and
Bruce Johnson, have “pion-
eered” the sport in the area
and already have exper-
ienced top level regatta com-
petition; both’ in Canadian
racing and internationally
with Rick competing in the
1979 North American Wind-

event sponsored by Wind-
surfing Kootenay West and
others should prove to be an
exciting colorful event worth
seeing and competing in.
For the first timer shov-
ing off on a Windsurfer, a
gentle breeze to learn by is
almost a necessity, otherwise
it is pretty difficult to figure
out what to do. The body
cone and balance learned
proves help-

up you want to be out taking first tried out a h
advantage of it. model in Marina del Rey.

With practice you're ‘Two ha

3 eenine’ years later Sch-
hiked out ‘leening’ on the weitzer quit his job and got a
wind in a 20 knot breeze, the patent for what they then

il pulled over into the wind c
sal’ Pl called ‘Windsurfer’ and the
and the board planing to the 49 went into business full-
dagger board — you're flying time,
along and it’s effortless, a

surfing Championships and
Bruce in the 1979 World
Windsurfing Championships.

A number of regattas
will he held in the B.C.
interior this summer and a
local event, The West Koot-

ful as does any knowledge of
sailing skills. These will both
help to keep you on the board
a little longer but are not a
necessity to learn to Wind-
surf.

Quicker and more in-
stinctive reactions are need-
ed than for sailing — the
of a wrong

high you've never felt before
and want to feel over and
over.

Windsurfing has many
advantages apart from the

19, 20 and August 9, 10.

A windsurfing clinic will be held at Syringa Park on July

The clinics are two days s long from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. and

West. Cost is $50.00.

move being a wet one for the
Windsurfing sailor.

Most good Windsurfing
schools have a dry land
and program

b
wind’s power being trans- nes panes

dryland prog

ferred through you to the. windsurfing rental, wet suits and drylands simulator.

Sins of the reasons for
the sports popularity are it's At first fiberglass was
relative cheapness Sead used in the board production
: d kin decor eanle but this proved to be too
Best a the’ cost oe Pre: expensive, so Schweitzer ant
’ Drake turned to polye-
surfing is born in the initial tnelege. a durable substance

investment of the sailboard. sauctiont
There aren't any follow up aie the production o

costs involved as in sports

like skiing; once you've The decision to go with

bought one all you need is polyethelene proved to be a

wind and water. good one as the supplier, Du

Windsurfers are light Pont, thought it a novel idea

and portable, which makes for it's use and so interesting

them very easy to transport it published an article on the

on any car and be handled by Windsurfer in its interna-
almost any person. The rig is tional company magazine.

set up faster than youcanput This gave Windsurfer as

your ski boots on; you'll be much needed boost of inter-

out enjoying the wind while national publicity.

others so called ‘fast sail- B

Boats’ are’ atl being lugged Windsurfing International,

CAT es aia with the help of a European
_ All mee Bae oa textile manufacturer, sold
ensoy oes: yon 100,000 Wi in Eur-
ree neue te ae‘ young ope over the next four years.
as
as 5 years to as old as 70. It’s The sport has been slow-
also a fable that one needs to er to catch on in North
be strong. Tobe acompetitor America but in the last
you need to be fit butas over couple of years Windsurfing
half those taking up the sport’ has sparked some enthus-
today are women, technique jastic envolvement and suc-
is the key not brule strength. ess, Today there's a Wind-
The sport was bornmore surfing magazine, official
than a decade ago in South. Windsurfing books, Wind-
ern California and has now surfing schools and one can
spread around the world. It's get international Wind-
the summer sport for winter surfing credentials at official
time skiers. Easier to learn teaching certification pro-
than surfing, and more con- grams.
venient than either surfing or Ottiziat Wisdsurtin
ig Te
“ aailing: Windsurting ets gattas are held in most areas
pti < f fed pitted against and as well open class races
your halance and skills, like tio starting up as modifica.
lon and other models of
ay in “snow come on to the
skiing. market.
Although dreamed up
over 12 years ago in Califor-

sy 1973, now known as

In thr. Kootenays Wind-

enay Open, will tentitavly be
held on Kootenay Lake on
the 28 and 24 of August. This

where you can learn some of
the basic skills before you go
out on the water. However
these are no substitute for
the action that comes on the
water.

Learning to Windsurf

takes good instruction and
patience similar to in firat
attempting snow skiing. The
first time you hit a mogul on
snow and didn't know what
to do you probably wiped out
too. It takes a bit of practice
— but when you feel it, great!

The Windsurfer weighs
in total about 65 Ibs and is
composed of the board, a 14ft
mast, a 2ft deep dagger
board and the sail/boom
assembly.

Because of its light
weight and the relatively
large sail propelling it, there
is not a single hull sailboat
that moves faster in a good
breeze that a Windsurfer.

A moderately . accom-
plished Windsurfer sailor can
do .amazing . things. with his:

craft that a surfer or* boat .

sailor couldn't dream of doing
with his, A .Windsurfer sailor
can turn his board 180
degrees in seconds; ride the
edge of his board with his
back inches from the water;
work the back of the board
keeping the front nine-tenths
of it flying above the water;
where there are waves the
Windsurfer sailor can soar
like a skier over a mogul.

Like a sailboat, a Wind-
surfer has the right of way
over any power-boat.

In most regions the
actual board is often consid-
ered a personal floatation
device negating the need for
a lifejacket.

Windsurfing seems to
have everying going for it,
it's safe, convenient, inexpen-
sive, and most of all, alot of
fun.

Story and Photos
courtesy of
RICK GALLIVER

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in Si

ROSABELLA BURCH. with Carolina and Jean Paul—

children who shared her life with Pad Getty.

Getty’s —
mystery children

By JOHN WOOD

The woman who was his “one and only

true love” is busy writing a book about

the true story of her i romance with

‘the oil magnate who was rated as
the wealthiest man in the world

For the first time ever the two ‘ mystery, chil-
dren”? in the life of the multi- ne illonaice Pa tty
who died two years ago, have been photographed
with their mother Rosabella Burch for the world to

oe tror 15 roars I shared my life with Paul
Getty. We were like any happ: PPY ys the,
ere ar old: Wnother of 1S 13-year-old Paul ‘ond ioyear-

We we used | to go on holiday together every year to
vila fn ale Laziale in ‘

Ge "5
Pha 0 children ant I was’ living with
bag ay Ay the 15 years we were together.
at ‘loved him as a wife, but he never asked me to
marry . He was not the sort of man who you
could even hint to about marriage. He told me on
several occasions that it would be wrong of us to
rea. for, there. was a difference of some 40 | years

Bat nthat never bothered me when we were
together.
‘He was a real man—there was a “ physical
ice which any woman can cherish.
“It was not easy living with him, for he was very
authoritarian very severe. Algo he yas notia
aE

T am now

Bost T have to do it, for I I must let the world

know what the truth was for own sake, and of
course for the two children which I had when I was
living with him.”

Marriage minded

“Actually if he had suggested that we marry, I

would have agreed fed
“Any woman woul ~and Minat is said not only
for the soey involved.

“I most honestly mean that.”

“We had a very deep, very i intimate relationship :
throughout the years we were togeth:

“The only reason why I did come to > live with him
was that he wanted me to. I-finally made up my.
mind when I received one of many telegrams in
Paris where I was at the time. He said he wanted
me to tive ah Eo perm: nanently — ant id that is

Shocked by the meaneas of trustees who adminis-
ter the vast rortune left by muiti-miliionaire Paul
Getty, the woman who was his “one and o1
love "ts busy writing a book about the true si
her romance with the oil magnate who was rat
the-w wealthiest person in the world during his

Her name is Rosabella Burch:

For the very ned oth doors to 8
jouraalist to ‘ell wi a “‘full and tru
account of what with Paul Getty, behind the

loors of his mansion. Sutton Place, was -

book will upset a lot of people,” she said
‘quite candidly.
A attractive woman, Rosabella Burch
for our photographer alongside her chil-
the first time she has ever one, ie a
very angry me, ani
had warnings that somet

“terrible could happen to me unless I sto
tecrible co ppel pped writ

boo!

“Qf all the women in his life I was the closest to
Paul. He shared his most intimate secrets with me.
And I was certain that if he had not dled, I would
have become his sixth wife.” :

Today the Nicaraguan-born Rosabella Burch

ves in a three-bedroom house identical to several

middle class estate at
Cranl urrey —near where Paul Ge!
jived in the handsome mansion which became

me during the later part of his life.

beeen she was siliving with, Get Getty, Rosabella
Burch’s two childre re during the
time she was the mistress of thet ttl millionaire, *

attended expensive scnools in Switzerland.

There was a shock.in store for the family when
Getty’s will was published, for Rosabella was left
with a mere 46,000 pounds worth of shares.

“That was two years ago,” says Burch.

“I had to withdraw my two children from their
Swiss school and now they go to simple state
schools near our home.

led to the trustees for more money andin
an out of court settlement in California nls be: ae Getty
chiefs agreed to Pay my son ean Paul, who »
(he was | named after Paul Getty) a further 84,000

Popureb who is 44, was marcied | Erica 2 ane i clvoreed.
twice before she met Paul Ge! as three
children from these two previous ope hes

see, book going to reveal all sides of the

it wil ao life which eau Getty lived at Sutton Place.

e intrigues which surrounded

him and’: ee way 90 mi sO many women tried to muscle
their ir way into

staff also" pedroo! for his favors. It was a

sung bre I have! har

e! ids onto money. I spent
hours at a time selling pln acorlen io keep
him ent miship *

ed,
which 1 meant a great tdeal to boli of us. en that y.
have no doubt at all.
“His eyes used to light up when we were together.
Iknew teow was happy with mi
“I first met him at a luneh ‘to celebrate his 69th

birthday.

Som time later — it was a question of months, I
finally y agreed to come and see him again. He | had
bombarded me with telegrams and phone
asking me over and he made no secret of i, He
wanted me to come and live with

“ hesitated a long time. I did not want to
people the idea that I was af digger -ani
gut some time I xealsrod his .wooing of me.

“I did then come to Sutton Place and rom then
wi T bec: his.companion, to use the word I
much prefer to mistress which has such an unpleas-.
ant xing to tt. 7 To call somebody a mistress is very
sold and clinical.
oe eee (oy
ler expression 0: col
EP emi ained wi with him until he dled att at the age of

“Tn his later years I grew to become more ‘and
more important to him. It was eal tn x in my company.
that he was able to relax and be himself — as he

Whereas our relationship was

me ani
made me his ane wie Tam sure that the question
of; hat a appeared the will was a mistake.
. “Tsay that, fr a told me that | the love he had for
me was very deep — and one of the most wonderf
thi.gs era ever happened to him. I know he
meat it for he had no need to flatter me at ale Why
most any woman he .
he was not only ve
treat a woman, wil
a rare charm which

ea
“a have no feeling of anger against Paul.

“When we were together he promised that Sutton

piace. and all the art treasures in it were destined

eB Ut when he died the trustees told me I had to
£0. They had no proof they said Paul intended

itton Place to be given to me. In fact they were
quite heartless and they gave me just three days to
pack and move out.

Always opposed

“His company officials were always opposed to
me. But thank heavens Paul had also bought me
-this house where we are now sitting. It is not a
mansion it is true, but it has served as a home for

in ‘tact I feel really sorry for my two children I
had with Paul,
aces was gas always very kind to them of course! We
Christmases together like any loving family
end te always gave them presents. He was particu-
larly fond of our daughter Carolina who is now 10.
Now ae have no part of his vast fortune. By all
lustice they should be able to share Yn it
with the rest of his fa: mally,
“Tr pally did J did Jove Pal for he was such a lonely
a

Oeste pe lla today.
death T really van totally lost without

Money had somciiing to do wit

that was only part of it. Over the years IHAVE met
a lot of men, but none of them had the complete-
masculinity and attraction of Paul Getty. He was a
totale and complete man in every sense cf the
word,’

Beauty contests: physical
beauty takes a poor third
JOHN CHARTERS’

~ Reflections &
Recollections

The Miss Universe qy

a. competitions recalled some
* early E.G.O. reflections on

the topic’ of beauty contests,
Since our opinions have
changed but little on the
topic, we offer the following
commentary: y
BEAUTY OF SURVIVAL
CONTESTS :

‘There is’ a division of
opinion in the E.G.0. houke-
hold. It concerns a‘girl who
has just won a beauty contest
and who hopes to win more
and more until she becomes
Miss Universe. __

The division of opinion
lies in the fact that not only

- do I think the young lady is

or should be out of this world
(a long way out), but that I
also, entertain a very poor
opinion of beauty contests at
any, time. ‘

Mrs. E. thinks other-

In, the first place the
assumpion that the females
‘taking part in these contests
are the most beautiful in the
particular town, country or
continent, is about as valid as
Dr. Kinsey’s generalizations
on the shenanigans of the
world’s male and female
people.

Like Dr. Kinsey's sub-
jects, they represent a selec-

ambitious enough, tough
enough, 1 inflicted with suffic-

sought to influence divinities
by sae pressure and
ple (an

ient too, for

and up to the ballyhoo and .

beating of such displays.
Under thse circum-
stances phalcal beauty takes
d.

Inthe second place 1 like
things to be what they
appear to be, and in the case
of these beauty contests
appearances are deceiving.
In fact they come closer to
being perversions of ancient
fertility rites, than an honest.
search for beauty.

In ancient times the
people believed that certain
ceremonials’ usually held in
the spring and early summer
were necessary if they were
to enjoy a good harvest.

Laboring as they did
under the quite erroneous
belief that the gods (and not
the D of Agricul-

thing
today).

Strangely enough,
though modern man has put
aside those primitive notions,
he has retained many of the
ceremonials which accom-
panied them, albeit in a
modern form,

Instead of honoring the
god Bacchus with dancing in
the sacred groves’ and the
drinking of much new wine,
modern man just goes on an
“office picnic and gets drunk
as a skunk.

and May ‘queen ceremonies,’
Occasionally, since the
people of those days believed
that the gods needed lessons,
so that’the rites sometimes
became lascivious and aban-
doned.: However, they occur-
red only in the spring only for
a short fine, and for a (gona
A i)

THE GODS GIVE UP
Nowadays, in the guise
of crownings: of queens of-
every conceivable commodity
and event of beauty contests

-and the careful draping of

draped and und women

Instead | of
slaughtering of sacrificial vic-
tims so that their blood might
fertilize. the fields, modern

over everything from break-
fast: foods to spark plugs,
there is modern fertility rite

And it

man just’ sh them
unceremoniously on the high-
ways.’.It’ must’ work even
without ceremony, for see
how the roads increase. -

The phallic worship and

ture) was responsible for the

tion of i who are

P of crops, they

ig of the queen of
spring is preserved today in
the more innocent May pole

is not directed to the worthy
cause of fuller granaries but
to fatter pocket books.

Little wonder that the
ancient gods are heard of.no
more. They couldn't. stand
the pace.

Prolonged fame: my mouth
is stiff, my ears are ringing

WELL, it looks as though I
have. my summer’s work cut
out for me. Inisicad of loaf-

«ing around the backyard with

the birds and a beer, I'll be
up to my-ears*in joining
things or refusing to, putting
together a book, judging a
humor competition, and
answering a few hundred let-
ters from complete strangers.
Some prospect.

I'd much prefer to be left.
alone to rot, in my own way,
into the senility that my wife
suggests is creeping upon me
apace. e

Vm in’ only my second
week of celebritydom, or
whatever they call it, and it’s
a fair strain. -

My mouth is stiff from
smiling while people con-
gratulate me on that fine
article in Today magazine. |
don’t know why the con-
gratulations. [ didn’t write it.
My smile is much less stiff
when someone says, “‘I liked
that there colyum about how
tough the farmers have it.
‘That was the real cat’sass.””

My ears are ringing from
long-distance calls from peo-
ple I’ve never heard from or
of before, and who had never
heard of me until they read a
minor article in the Saturday
supplement of a magazine
that is d.

Bill Smiley %

was about to step into a fresh
cow-flap.

It’s just a good thing that .

it wasn’t a centre-fold in
Playgirl. Instead of lovely
old ladies writing to tell me
they have arthritis too, the
mail would be crammed with

-mash letters containing

naked photographs and lewd
suggestions.

As it is, my wife, whose.
head is completely unturned
by the article, is getting
powerfully peeved at answer-
ing the phone to half-stoned
old fighter pilots, coy ladies
who won’t give their name,
and total strangers who want
six autographed copies,
prepaid.

To her, I am just the guy.
who puts out the garbage

~ sometimes after the truck has

gone by, wears light-blue
socks with a green tie, makes
an ass of himself with
“jokes”? nobody gets at par-
ties, has no interest in her
schemes, can’t

toits predeonseors

I'm certainly glad I turned
down that offer from Metro-
Goldwyn-Mayer forty years
ago, to play Tarzan, after
Johnny Weissmuller got too
fat to do it. The adutation
would have turned my head
so badly I'd have been able to
see Death catching up with
me, but not to observe that I

find Middle € on the piano,
will never talk to mechanics
and tradesmen, has taken
four-months to sweep the
basement, in ten-minute
stints every second Saturday,
and, generally, doesn’t know
his arm from a hole in the
ground. Toskim the surface.

To the guys on our staff,
the article was a godsend.

Now, when I’m lining

difficult shot on the shuffle-
board, instead of the tired
old, ‘Don’t miss it,”” they’ve
found new

whatever that inane heading
was.

But, on the other: hand,
Pm dismayed at the number
of letters from “people who
want something. The Fighter
Pilots’ Association wants me
to pay up my fees, five years
in arrears. The Prisoners-of-
War Association wants me to
pay up my fees, cighteen
years behind.

Something called Author's
Awards (sic) wants me to

“Here's the old fighter pilot,
nerves of steel,”” chorus the
» heckling watchers. And when
'l_ miss, about thrice out of
three, the chant is, “No
wonder we nearly lost the
war,’”*

To those of my students
‘who had to write their final
exams, it was also a bonanza.
“Sure like the article, sir.
Would you autograph. my
copy. Hope you write a

* book, and I'll buy the first
copy. Sure hope you have a
wonderful summer.’? Those
who didn’t have to write
looked at me with amused
disdain.

To those who never
thought I'd amount to
anything — all my friends,
all my colleagues, most of
my family — it was a chance
to say, “*Well, never thought
you’d amount to much. Ain't
it a corker the trash the
media will print these days?”*

Along with all the garbage
that’s been coming in, of
Course, are some warm and
welcome letters from old
friends, former students, and
regular readers of the col-
umn, those intelligentsia as
in The People’s Smiley, or

judge, a

competition. This is a very
rewarding pastime. I was a
judge, for some years, in the
Leacock Award for Humor.
I was a judge, for one year,
of the Outstanding Canadian
Columnist Award for com-
munity newspapers. As a
tesult, every humorist, and
all but one columnist in
Canada, think [ am an utter
cretin,

My syndicate manager
wants me to put a book
together this summer, when I
have trout to catch, golf to
play, swimming to enjoy,

“grandboys to entertain, anda

pile of rocks outside our
French windows to
transform into a patio.

As has been my wont, 1°]
probably just let the . letters
moulder on my desk. I find
that if you don’t answer
things, they eventually just
go away.

I dread going to the Air
Force Reunion in September.
1 know I will be cornered by
various aged airmen who will
tell me they read the article,
then bore me to death with
every single incident that has
occurred to them since they
got their discharge.

Life changed at the ‘big table’

Looking back on it, my entire Ilfe changed the first
holiday | was allowed to eat at Grandma's ‘‘big table."
Up until then, | could only speculate on what It was

Ike to be an adult by listening from the kitchen and
getting a glimpse of them as Grandma's

* swinging door thumped in and out.

Erma
Bombeck.

Then one Easter, when | was 13, pointed
to a vanity bench brought down from her bedroom that
was sandwiched In between my mother and an uncle,
and said, ‘‘You can sit at the big table.

It was awful. They passed things and took a little bit
of everything whether they liked It or not. . . Just to b

lite.
a They never laughed with food In their mouths even
when something was funny and n laughing at.

. When they talked, they argued usually about things they

couldn’t do anything about... the Germans marching
Into Czechoslovakla and the high cost of living.

They had a real thing about napkins and dabbed the
corners of their mouths when there was nothing there.
Witn svery. bite, they depressed and kept saying, mn
shouldn’t be eating this. My welght, you know.

Everyone was always shoolng the dog away ‘trom the
table and’ saying, ‘‘Go away, | just washed mv hands.’"

Sometimes when the door swung open | could hear

the rest of the kids In the kichen laughing and screaming.
! knew my cousin Billy was blacking out his front teeth
with black ollves and acting crazy. And my cousin Pat
was scraping the grease with her spoon for hunks of
chicken that stuck to the skillet. When they wanted
seconds, they-just brought the pots to the table and ate
what was left with the big spoons still in them. Someone
would belch and they'd laugh until someone choked and
had to be hit on the back. Then they'd hit back and
someone would start a fight with cold mashed potatoes
and Grandma would say, ‘If you kids don't settle down
out there, I’m going to make you all go outside.””

Every Easter Sunday | think about the big table. It
never changes. . . only the name of the war changes and
the names of the adults. But as | hear the laughter from
the children In the kitchen, I'yearn to shed the yoke of
responsibility, decorum, and discipline . .. ang beachiia
once mare,