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 Mokihana White
We had two mango trees in our yard up in Manoa Valley. We wen call um Da Top Mango Tree and Da Bottom Mango Tree. How original! Us keeds would climb da trees way up high into da top branches. We could spy on peepo around or ack like da big branches was horses dat we could ride. Sometimes I wen climb up high an jass sit dea, enjoying da soft makani blowing ova me, gently rocking da branch I was sitting on. I specially love doing dat wen da trees stay full of da yellow blossoms.
Befoa da mangos
Read more: Squishy Mangos
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Written by Linda "Lika" Relacion Oosahwe
I have a lot of fond memories of Kunia. My first job was there. My bestest friends are from there. I think I was 12 or 13, when I first went to Kunia. I got drugged there, you know back in da day wen parents say WE going here or there. There was no
Read more: Kunia aka KOON-yuh
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Written by Mona Sands
Just reading these great hannabuddah stories triggers my mind into remembering my own childhood in the good old days. It was growing up in the mid to late 50's in Kaneohe. I had Japanese grandparents and Hawaiian grandparents. This is about my
Read more: My Hawaiian Grandma
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Written by George K. Cabral
There used to be a quarry a couple streets from us that was abandoned for many years. It was just up the back of the old blue B & K store which by the way, is still there today. I am not sure what it is called today. I don't remember who owned
Read more: Da Quarry
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Written by Mona Sands
My grandparents immigrated from Japan when they were barely fifteen years old. They ended up working the pineapple fields on Oahu. Years later they moved to Hana, Maui, and lived in the plantation housing. I was living in Kaneohe, Oahu, my parents
Read more: Summers in Hana
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Written by Terry Feliz
We grew up knowing him as Uncle Robin. I guess his "real" name was Lorenzo, but it was something I learned after I was an adult. I remember seeing him once when I was 4 or 5 years old. He made a trip to O'ahu from Moloka'i for medical
Read more: Uncle and the Dog
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Written by Nicole Doi
I've got lots and lots of fond memories growing up in Hawaii . Now living on the mainland, looking back it seemed like endless summer days. This was always good because the weather can be pretty brutal during the winters. I remember eating shaved
Read more: Endless Summers
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Written by Stacey Keanaaina
Whoowee, check this out. I was plucked out of the jungles in Vietnam by helicopter late one evening. We didn't have a landing zone so they dropped down a cable with a shoulder strap to hoist me up outta the jungles into a chopper.
We got word about
Read more: Bringing Aloha to Viet Nam
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Written by Sandra Samson Thomas
This is a story about a bridge that separates old camp and new camp in Kunia. If you have lived in Kunia which is a little plantation camp between Schofield and Waipahu then you know about this bridge. It is a small bridge made of cement with bars
Read more: The Bridge in Kunia
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