MB Sand to Waikiki Beach?

The following newspaper article which deals with the excess sand from Manhattan Beach going to Waikiki Beach, Hawaii appeared in The Daily Breeze on October 13, 1973.

While there is no evidence to dispute its accuracy, our efforts to verify it have been unsuccessful. Huell Howser’s researchers for the KCET program California Gold dropped a planned story when they too were unable to confirm its accuracy.

This story is as it appeared in the Daily Breeze.

Do not cite the Manhattan Beach Historical Society as the source or authority for Manhattan Beach sand going to Waikiki Beach.

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Reproduction of Daily Breeze Article

Manhattan: Isle’s Sandman
The Daily Breeze, October 13, 1973

By Rex. Dalton, Staff writer

With the omnipresent Diamond Head towering in the background etching an everlasting memory of tranquility you enjoy the majestic spectacle of the enchanting island of Oahu while consuming the pun­gent, floral flagrance as the white fine grained sand of Waikiki Beach provides a relaxing cushion.

One might not guess it, but an area of the South Bay is responsible for an integral part of the pleasures of Hawaii, referred to in the quote above from a travel brochure. In the early 1920’s when developers in the Hawaiian Islands were looking for beautiful, fine-grained, white, beach sand, they found it in Manhattan Beach. In fact, all the sand on Waikiki Beach is from sand dunes, excavations and construction sites in Manhattan Beach.

And Marshall Kuhn and his brother, Bob, owners of Kuhn Bros. Construction Co. and Builders Materials Co. supplied the sand. Operating from the comer of Valley Drive and Manhattan Beach Boulevard, Kuhn, and his now deceased brother, Bob, gave the island paradise the one thing it was mlsslng. “We had so much sand at times,” the 70-year resident of Manhattan Beach says, “we had to give it to them.” “A guy came over from Hawaii looking for sand to cover the rock [and coral] beaches on the islands.

“The sand was becoming more and more of a problem for us with the increasing growth of the community. My brother and I were taking the sand and using it to fill a gully that ran parallel to the coast about where the Santa Fe rail line now is. But we had too much. Our company was the only one around who had the equipment to handle the operation. We would haul it up from the beach, load it onto railroad cars, have it transported to the harbor in San Pedro and shipped by barge or ship to Hawaii.

“The Santa Fe and Southern Pacific Railroads were buying most of it before that to use as ballast and to sand the tracks. Selling it to those guys from the islands was quite a lucrative deal. We sold it to them for years and years. They looked all over and felt we had the best sand they could get, so they gave us all their business. Makes me feel kind of proud,” Kuhn says, relax­ing under the canopy of avocado trees in his backyard.

“We were the only ones who supplied the sand to build those beaches. If it wasn’t Manhattan Beach’s sand, Hawaii might not be what it is today. Getting such a contract wasn’t any an easy proposition, nor would it pay all the bills,” Kuhn adds. “Our main business was construction. We built miles of roads and sidewalks in Manhattan Beach and the South Bay, supplied the sand for the construction of much of the Coliseum, and paved the Pacific Coast High­way from Redondo Beach to Lomita.

“Building PCH was a heck of a job. The company lost all kinds of money on that job. After grading and pre­paring the road bed for the pavement, we would come back the next day to pave and find the farmers had driven their horse-drawn wagons along the road turning it a sea of ruts. I can’t remember how many times we graded the road before we finally got the pavement down.”

But over the years Kuhn Bros. prospered and the hardships of the era blossomed into rewards. The Kuhns settled in an area known as “The Knoll,” an area between Second and Sixth Streets and Meadows and Rowell Avenues. Ruth Kuhn’s father had retired there around the turn of the century in a house on Fifth Street across from where she and her husband now live.

Kuhn’s father was a motorman for Pacific Electric, along with being the water and street superintendent, building inspector, marshal, and the rest of the city positions. “In those days,” Kuhn says, “one man got paid $100 to do them all. We started on this site camping out in the late 1920’s in a cabin,” Mrs, Kuhn says. “Over the years we bought 25 acres, the entire ‘Knoll; but we have had to sell all the land except for the five lots the house and avocado grove are on. The taxes were just too high. It’s rough to keep this much up, nowadays,” she says with a sigh of regret. Not to imply the Kuhns are hurting financially, but because of the intelligent frugality and good sense that has dominated their lives they say they find it hard to rationalize today’s high costs. “Our water bill has been up to $156 some times, because of the amount of water the avocado trees need,” they say. “It seems unnecessary for things to cost so much. But we’ll live our life as best we can, like we always have.”

Marshall Kuhn, 77, picks an orange-lime from a tree in his back yard