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Some of the people pictured are, Patty Brewer Macpherson (Roman lady), Pat Shea (ballerina) Brunette on far right is Little John Sylvada’s girlfriend, Jack (Roman Solder). Jack always had the photo of Pat Shea framed …and there was this infamous quote to his wife Pinky, “Bring my real clothes. I know some guy is going to pick a fight with me and I don’t want to go to jail in a tutu.”
Jack MacPherson said, Nate Parrish was the GREATEST volleyball player from San Diego and his stories are legendary as this slide show of a Halloween party at his Mission Hills home in mid 1960. It was just another Meda Party where a ton of beer was consumed.
According to the “older” Media crowd, Nate was the funniest guy they ever met and like Rakestraw, one of the craziest.
When he graduated from La Jolla High in 1954, he was asked to stay away from graduation, but Nate came anyway and shocked the crowd when he bicycled around the track naked as a jaybird.
He was La Jolla’s first official streaker.
Nate best friend was Earl Gildea. John Pirie was another close friend as was Chester Goss. Nate was a stud, all the girls had sparks in their eyes for him, and after his streaking stunt, he become a model for one of the men’s shops in La Jolla early 1960s.
According to Jack, after Nate won the Corona Del Mar Volley Ball Open he became an agoraphobic and never left his house. His wife was banking executive and supported him.
Like Rakestraw, who used to blow people away with is physical destructiveness actions, Nate used to do the same, but more in psychological division. He had a ‘flower’ shape on his face that he branded himself.
He also had a thing for the movie Psych, he used to dress up like Norman Bates’ mother and then play the Psycho theme song and chase kids around his Mission Hills home with a butcher knife. Obviously, one would get slammed in jail and under major psychological study if that happened today, or just shot with a zillion rounds.
Many claimed he was not playing with a full deck, he was a definite flasher. At one of his parties, he sat in a bathtub of green dye all day and all he wore to the party was a matching pair of swim fins.
Nate died Oct. 28, 1999, the date of Jack’s kid’s birthday. His story has never been told by the volleyball press. He definitely is long overdue for the contributions he brought to beach volleyball for providing that ‘Let’s party’ attitude at the courts.Photos by Larry Osborn and text for post provided by Jami