(More photos after story, as well as on Instagram: lindsbrunsman. Click on photos for higher resolution view.)
This is a man I’ve always known as Old Man Ocean. Five years ago I was going through the School of Photography at the University of the Nations in Kona, Hawaii. My class and I often encountered this man wandering around town, and one thing he made clear to everyone was that he never wanted his photo taken.
One particular day, I was walking around town with my camera, turned a corner around the back of a building, and there he was. As I approached, I held up my camera asking if I could take his photo. He unexpectedly motioned me towards him and communicated that I could snap shots of him. While doing so, I carried on in a short conversation with him, and remembered him telling me how he had once lived in Texas. The photographs I captured that day remain very valuable to me, and I have sporadically wondered about him, his life story, and how he got to where he is now.
This time while in Kona, I took a day away from the beaches to walk around town with my camera. Old Man Ocean had been on my mind, and I wondered if he was still around. Just as soon as that thought came and went, I happened upon him. Astonished, I exclaimed, “Hey, Old Man Ocean! You let me take your photo five years ago…” He replied, “How much did you pay me to do so?” I answered back, “Nothing, you let me take your photo for free!” We exchanged a few more words, then parted ways.
I immediately felt burdened with a strong desire to talk with him more, but felt awkward to just run up to him and start talking… so I followed him a bit, and got to a point where I caught up with him, and looked over and said, “Hello again!” This sparked our journey walking around town and exchanging stories.
I asked him what his actual name was, his response, “I have many names.”
I followed with questioning which he preferred, and he told me that he doesn’t like any of them because they put a label on him. I thought out loud, “The man with no name!” He retorted with a smile, “That’s a label.” I quickly evaluated his response, then agreed. Our conversation jumped around from questions of him asking me things like, “What river are you?” Confused, “I’m sorry, what? I don’t understand… what river would you say that I am?” With a smile and glitter in his eyes he responded, “You would be the river of purity and perfection!” Taken by surprise, “…Wow, thank you!… that’s a compliment…”
He shared with me stories of how he hears voices, and of one particular time when he was scuba diving off the coast of California, he heard a loud voice command him to stay out of the water. We talked more about water, and he informed me that we can all live without water… that it’s not really a necessity. We exchanged thoughts about marijuana after he asked my views on it. He also instructed me to always think positive thoughts and never allow negativity to come near me, and he shared how many people who come near him are full of negativity and he has nothing to do with them.
His eyes… they are such a crystal clear blue. I affirmed to him that his eyes captivated me, and every time he smiled they would light up and twinkle. I followed with asking if it would be possible to capture more photos of him, and focus on his eyes. He agreed, so we walked to a spot where there weren’t as many people walking around. We neared upon a sweet lady, that for the life of me, I can’t remember her name, but her smile was warming and inviting. She waved and exclaimed, “Freddy!”, so we walked over to join her company. As I prepared settings on my camera, she lit up a joint and kindly asked if I smoked then proceeded to offer a drag. I politely declined, then informed that I was ready to take photos. Old Man Ocean started out playfully engaging with the camera with different poses, but then seemed to transition into being camera shy.
He asked me as he pointed to his hair, “Do you know what I call these? What would you name them?” Nothing came to mind, “Uhhh…I’m not sure what I would name them… I just know them as dreadlocks…” “They are warlocks.” he educated me. He shared that many years ago a man came up to him with a knife and slashed him from his ear to across his face, and that the blood that gushed from his infliction is how his warlocks were birthed.
At the end of our time spent together, the man I will continue to know and label as Old Man Ocean rested both his hands upon my shoulders, leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek goodbye, then wandered off idly roaming through town.
Thank you for sharing this wonderful insight to this beautiful soul.
thank you, Tammy… I learned from another comment on a different post that he was in failing health – is Freddy okay? Can you tell me his condition right now and if there’s anything I can do from afar?
I am so sorry to inform you that Freddy passed away yesterday at Kona Hospital.
So sad, He passed away, onn June, 22, we will miss him, 😢
It appears that one of photos is being used on on a Facebook post. Beautiful photos, nonetheless. What an intriguing human. Love your article!
Thank you, Brooke. Can you link me to the FB post that it’s being used on??
Your photos are used in a West Hawaii Today article as well as on GoFundMe page. At this point, you may have already given permission.
I did not give permission, but it’s all good. I saw the one on the West Hawaii Today online article – I would have given a much better quality photo for them to use though if they had asked me.
Mahalo for this! You are blessed to have had these encounters. I always wanted to take pictures of him, but was too shy to ask. Good for you. Sending much love to you, Freddy.
Is Freddy okay? Can you give me more information about his condition and what’s going on? Is there anything I can do to help (from afar)?
I’m feeling sad to know he is not doing well and have hoped since I saw him in 2013 that I could see him again. I feel quite privileged and honoured to have gotten to spend time talking with him and hearing some of his stories, and that he was open and willing for me to capture his portrait not just once, but two different times. He never let anyone take his photo.
Anyway, I would be grateful for an update.
Freddy passed this week, Thursday I think. There was a gofundme to give him a proper send off. Fully funded in a few hours.
I heard that he has passed. He is FREE!!!!
Disappointed that you didn’t speak of his incredible history. I always laugh when people think he’s just some dead beat. He could live in a mansion and chooses the street.
I was only able and did speak of what he was open & willing to share with me and my experiences with him – that’s all I can share. Perhaps his incredible history is waiting to be shared by YOU. 🙂
Freddy passed away, very sad
I think you did an amazing job telling his story. Thank you for sharing his photos and showing what a beautiful soul he had.
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What an awesome gesture! Bless you! And Bless Freddy! Free from pain and suffering! A hui hou! 🙏🏽❤🙏🏽❤
One would assume from Maggie’s post that Old Man Ocean has passed away?
http://westhawaiitoday.com/news/local-news/iconic-kona-homeless-man-dies
A fascinating encounter with another part of our world. Thank you for for sharing his story.
Saw this article on Facebook. My wife and I lived in Kona on and off during the past 20 years. “Freddy” was one of the many homeless people that we saw on Alii Drive over the years. We’d usually see him leaving Lava Java with his morning coffee. Many years ago we met a woman at a garage sale with whom my wife sparked up a conversation after learning that they both had had careers in hospital work. The woman now worked as a volunteer at the county mental health department. The conversation moved to a discussion of the many homeless souls in Kona…including the old man you write about. Apparently he is the son of actor Fred MacMurray…he of My Three Sons fame. I believe his actual name is Robert. We were told that Freddy never “recovered” after returning from the Viet Nam war. He lives off of a modest monthly trust administered by the health department…most of which he gives away to his fellow street people. We hope that he is well.
Unfortunately much of what you heard is false. Freddie is his real name, born in TX and not to a television star. His family has been located and is working to care for his remains and honor his memory.
Thank you so much for sharing . It makes me so happy that he touched your life like he did mine mahalo
Many mahalos for the pictures of Freddie..Old Man Ocean. I saw him often in the years I have lived in Kailua Kona, have said “Aloha’ or “Hello”, he has looked at me, but we have never spoke. Now that he has passed on, I am so happy to have these photos of a most unique fellow…I hope his spirit is happy.
My wife & I have visited Kona 7 times (averaging 10 days per trip). Every visit we couldn’t help but notice Freddy. We’d usually see him around Ali’i Drive in the mornings. I had never spoke to him, but at times felt that I wanted to. Not knowing his name until the fifth trip (We overheard an Island Lava Java worker call him “Freddy”), We would just refer to him as “Bill”. No trip really seemed complete until we saw him (mainly just to see if he appeared o.k.). He will be very sorely missed in future trips to Kona . . .
I’ve always known him as fast Freddy. He was always chilling near the ocean. And people always told us as small kid time to be aware of him cause he is this and that. But to me he is a human he is a man with a soul built with the same color blood no matter the pigment of his skin color to mine we were Al created equal. Then one day, I had talked to him at a feed the needy event. And. Well the only question that popped up in my head was why do I always see u sitting near the ocean….. And he told me ” the ocean has a calming effect, it helps me to reflect on the good I’ve had in life, it reminds me that with every breath I take has a rhythm to my heart beat, and that when I was a young man that as long as I looked to the ocean out past the horizon that I can accomplish more than I can ever dream of with or with out people’s help, and when there is a tree in front of my Ocean View it just shows that there will always be obstacles on my journey but there is always a way to get thru life……
hey, this is incredible and beautiful… thank you so much for sharing – it truly moves my heart to hear of your encounter with him and his perspective on life. Would it be okay if I quote his words in an instagram tribute I will post later of him and I together?
What a great story .Thanks for sharing and yes we sow him at Alii Drive must of the time.
Virgo is, these pictures ate so fabulous, the story so engaging! Should be published. MUST be published! Thank you for a thought-provoking piece of art. Made my Saturday
If he is related to Fred MacMurray, then one of his closest kin would be http://www.pressdemocrat.com/news/2260209-181/shes-the-perfect-spokeswoman-for. I hope this helps.
He’s not related to Fred MacMurray. That son, Robert, owns a construction company in Honolulu.
Freddie’s family has been found– his grandson Freddie E. Cranson III lives near Houston, TX.
yes, in my conversation with Freddy in 2008, he said he was from Texas.
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RIP Old Man Ocean, killed by a couple of jerk kids for no reason.
A fellow DTS student Cameron Dowdy and I gave him the name “old man ocean” during our DTS in 2007. I believe his real name was Freddy. I just got news that he just passed away.
He was always kind to me and always offered a beautiful smile with sparkling blue eyes. He most always had a book in his hand. I found him quite often in an out-of-the-way corner reading. I will miss him.
Sorry Folks, but I need to dispel the rumor that “Freddy” is the son of Fred MacMurray. It’s just not true. Robert MacMurray, Fred MacMurray’s only son, is alive and well. He was aware of this rumor, but decided to let it ride, as it never affected him personally. Although he had seen “Freddy” around, he never confronted him about it. Robert expresses his condolences and hopes the punks who hurt Freddy get what they deserve.
We returned to Kona in 1999 and have had many short encounters with him. I vividly remember him eating with those super long and curly fingernails. He had his warlocks/dreadlocks curled up on one side of his head and deduced that it was used as his pillow and we referred to him as “Pillowhead.”. We would look for him after going into town for dinner to give him the”to go” plate we always ordered to give to a homeless person on our way home.
Alohas from the HOT California Central Valley! Linda and I still have your wedding pic on da fridge with the rest of our ohana!! 😎
hi! which wedding pic are you speaking of, John?… I don’t recall 😬
You engagement/wedding invite…REMEMBER!!! 😃
haha, I think you might be thinking of someone different – i’ve never been engaged or married 😉
I am heartbroken over his passing and the way in which i it came about. How fortunate you were In your long conversation with him over 13 1/2 years I spoke only if you words. Rest in peace dear man you will be missed .
Aloha Lindsey,
I am a reporter with BigIslandNow.com may I use your photos with credit given and share from your perspective? If you are interested in an interview please email me. Mahalo, Crystal
This was the most beautiful thing I could have read, written for him. Unless you’ve actually spent time next to his side you wouldn’t be able to feel every moment of passing in your story. I’m so happy you got to experience such deep wonderful moments with “The Old Ocean Man” He was my favorite person here, every time I had a bad day, I wandered town looking for his soul! Thank you for this!
thank you, Dusty Rose… this makes me smile… 🙂
I met Freddy almost 30 yrs ago.
He has always been ancient, even then.
This person is a natural yogi in the way
that he lives so minimalistically.
Tom Hanks said that he took his inspiration
for the character that he became in the
movie ‘Castaway’ from a man that he had
Seen on the Big Island of Hawaii during a vacation he had taken with his family.
I always knew it had to be Freddy….
this is amazing! thank you so much for sharing!
I lived in Kona for 7,years and often saw him around town. He kept to himself, and was nonimposing.
I’m grateful for the time the author took to not only take his pictures, but to conversate with him.
We all have a story to tell if someone takes the time to listen.
thank you, Melanie. I agree… there is a time to share and a time to listen. 🙂
Aloha! I want to thank you for the amazing photographs of Freddie and your story to go with it! I want to make sure you receive photo credit and list your article because your pictures are being shared a lot! ❤
thank you, Rosie, I appreciate your kind words and care for me receiving photo credit… I’m just thankful that his photos paired with stories from countless people are touching lives and comforting those who mourn his loss – that’s what matters. His portraits he was willing for me to capture are a true gift.
Lindsey! Please contact me!!!! I am married to old man oceans grandson!!!! Please e-mail me at miz.forsaken@aol.com When I saw these photos I couldn’t breath!!!!
who are you married to?
Yes, I saw that post. Glad the mystery is solved.
I like Old Man Ocean. Thank you for sharing him. I needed to see him and am so happy he exists.
I remember him. I always called him “Castaway”. He reminded me of the movie with Tom Hanks.