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.
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Written by Izzie Kikue
Dis short storee takes me back some yee'ahz ago. Back to a time wen life was much mo' simplah. Back wen nevah had too many worries, 'cept fo' wen sum'body cut one deadly fut! Yeah, das right ... fut! Bettah known on da mainland az, "fart, toot, poot," or da most commonly used term, "passing gas".
I often thought about dat term, "passing gas". What? Wen you stay at da dinnah table and sum'boddy ask you fo' pass da rice, you pass em to sum'boddy who stay "receiving" 'em, right? Well, da fut is
Read more: Pass Da Gas Please
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Written by Clinton Lee
Long time ago in a past, distant, and magical land lived a little boy growing up in place called Kaimuki, a small district in Honolulu. Here he played and had good fun with all da uku piles of neighborhood keeds after WW II. Some people may have
Read more: Kaimuki Tales
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Written by Kika Nixon
My hanabuddah story has kept me focused and determined for the past 36 years. Harvesting opihi and seaweed, dancing around the May pole, making leis, laughing, ono food and a lot of love are all part of my collective childhood memory ! I still
Read more: Home... at Last!!
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Written by Joyce Guzman
As a kid, I used to love going to Kapaa to my auntie Rose's house because we got to stay for the weekend and play with my cousins. My Uncle Frank was pure Spanish from Spain. He always wore a suit and was a gambler. My cousins were beautiful, all
Read more: My Favorite Uncle Frank
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Written by Reverend David Kapaku
Oh the subtle sounds of growing up in Nanakuli...like your neighbors rooster coming in your back yard around five in the morning waking up the dead. You open the window and and throw something at the bloody rooster but he just go over the fence and
Read more: Mosquito Truck, Charlie the Manapua Man and Farmer Mac
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Written by Reverend David Kapaku
I don't know if they still post the high school educational rankings in the Honolulu Star Bulletin or Advertiser, as they did in the 1970s. Whenever it came out we didn't have to look on the front page to see where Nanakuli High and Intermediate
Read more: Nanakuli Education
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Written by George K. Cabral
One day, my big bruddah had his friends over at the house. I had some of my friends hanging out too. My big bruddah and his "gang" used to call us small kids "maninis"...as in "eh you maninis no can follow us..." But us "maninis" use to
Read more: Of Wooden Blocks, Canoes and Imaginations
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Written by Joyce Guzman
On Kauai, there are a lot of stories about a white lady who roams the island ... sometimes she's in your backyard, sometimes she just walks and walks. My friends used to live near a cliff overlooking the river on one side and the ocean on the
Read more: Spooky Stories from Hawaii
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Written by Pat Cunningham McCroskie
I had a best friend, Jeanne Dye, whose family owned Ellen Dye Candies on Fort Street. They had a lovely beach house in Kailua. One day she took me over the Pali. Now this was a long time before they put one puka in the mountain and made
Read more: Hau'oli La Hanau
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