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Remember YOUR "small keed time"?

Those were the good old days! YOU were young, innocent, naive and maybe even a little bit "kolohe" (rascal). When you look back, I bet you cannot help but grin, yeah?  I bet you can just feel a longing oozing up inside of you for a time when life was much simpler. Wherever you live now, if you grew up in Hawaii, you must remember your "hanabuddah days". Eh, no shame ... we all had "hanabuddah".

Eh … right now get choke stories already online written by Hawaiians and Hawaiians at heart. Most all writers had the unique life experience of growing up in Hawaii. That’s why the site is called ”Hanabuddah Days”.

Enjoy these personal stories.


 

My Best Friend and My Worst Enemy: Da Sling Shot.

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Small keed time, my brother Lippy (Philip) and I had a common enemy, our stepfather, so we developed a close bond of a mutual admiration for one another. Most of the time we would pal around, arms on the shoulder and then the times when we disagreed and would fight with the same gusto. The last time we fought, I think I was 12 and he 10 yrs. old and we were really punching away, going for the kill. Our mother was so tired of those fights and since this took place in the kitchen, she picked up 2

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Rabbit Ears

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My fuddah wen get one job in the city and he sed no ways he wuz going drive from North Shore to townside so we stay go move to Punchbowl.  Hoo dat means had foah change school la dat. Junk cuz I had all my frendz from kinny garden in Waialua

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Farewell Uncle

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I was a young man when my Uncle BoBo,  came into my life.  He was lovable, caring, and outgoing.   My first impression of him was, "Eh! Auntie where you wen find this crazy Puerto-Rican?"  He looked like one of the guys from

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In the Gardens of Sugar and Pineapples, Part Four: An Old Friend Passes and a New Friends Appear

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  It was a month before school started in September. I had one more year and I would be done with 8th grade in Koloa Elementary School. I was very ready for high school. "Eh, you guys think going be hard in high school?" "Yeah, my brother

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Portagee Gun

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Tony was my father-in-law who lived in Kunia pineapple camp and was a truck driver for Del-Monte Corp. During the summer pineapple harvest season he would drive a 'big rig 'to deliver pineapples to the cannery downtown.

The big rig he drove was an

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