When I first started going to Willard Beach, I always saw this guy in his hard, white safari-like hat. Mom said he was the lifeguard, and she left it at that. He walked the beach like he owned it, and I guess in a way he did. Back in those days, there were not multiple guards sitting in their raised lifeguard stands with their paddleboards nearby. There was just 'the guard'. He dressed all in white and hung around the snackbar and restrooms, keeping the peace and making sure that everyone behaved. To me he never had a name, just 'the lifeguard'. He walked the beach said hi to the ladies, all the while with his eyes on the water. He was a lifeguard, a cop and a friend when you walked on his sand. Today at Willard, this small stone with his photograph tells his story. Meet "Chick" Wilder. He was quite the beach character.