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 Marguerite Heng
My mother was born and raised in Hilo. Her parents were both Portuguese and her father came from the old country. Her mother was born in Kohala. I didn't come to the islands until I was 4. It was during World War II, and the only way Mother and I were getting back to Hawaii was on a Navy Hospital Ship. My father, who was already there, and my grandfather worked for six months trying to get us passage. Unfortunately, my grandfather died four months before we
Read more: Hawaiian Spirit
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Written by Linda "Lika" Relacion Oosahwe
I grew up in Ewa, 140 Fernandez Village to be exact. My community was what I thought the whole world was like. Like I thought the only religions had in dis world was Buddist, Catholic, and Protestant. I thought you had to be Oriental to be Buddist
Read more: Chicken Soup for da Kine: Ewa Style
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Written by Ann Scholl
I grew up in Waimanalo back in the 60s & 70s with my 4 younger sisters, 1 younger brother, Mom,Dad, & Grandma. We lived in a small brick house with only 3 bedrooms so I never had myown room until I was grown and married (even then I had to
Read more: Daddy & Da Eggs
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Written by Kamaka Brown
Hoo boy, I wanted one bike really bad. I mean, the neighbor kids all had bikes with the gooseneck and cool tassels coming out of the handle bars on each end...hoo boy, I wanted one bike jus' like dat !! And I wanted it bad....
But Daddy was giving
Read more: The Christmas Bike
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Written by Chris M. Urmeneta
Sometimes, I'm still amazed that after almost thirty six years, the memory of what happened in October, 1963, is still so clear to me. Sadly enough, not all memories of those "hannabuddah days" are pleasant ones. But when you're barely fourteen
Read more: Age of Innocence
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Written by Sharon Kuuipo Paulo
One day while my cousins and I were sitting around, thinking about a friend of ours whom we had just lost, we started talking about growing up in Hawaii and how for some of us, life was real hard.
My cousins lived in Papakolea in a house with pukas
Read more: Hanabuddah Days Fo' Real!!
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Written by Diane B. Kaulu
Me and my brother built on go cart. We use to live in John Rogers housing near the airport. My brother and I got some old lumber that we found for the frame and a wooden box for the body!! We used our old skates for the wheels!! We tied ropes
Read more: Of Go Carts and Band Aids
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Written by Deanne Learn
Who ever came up with the idea that you had to count to 100 after you pau eating and before you go swim? I remember small kid time all our cousins being at grandma's house and as soon as we swallowed the last bite we would start counting. Couldn't
Read more: Swimming at Grandma's House
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Written by Linda "Lika" Relacion Oosahwe
I was 16 and she was 22. I was brown and she was haole. I was a high school drop out, she was married then divorced. I was in love. Maybe it was the twilight reflecting her red hair that triggered the chemistry between us. She was everything to me
Read more: Kunia Lust
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