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 Dee Lee
I was in grade school at da time, and I remembah it was my faddah who lovingly used to mek my home lunches wen I wen go on class field trips. I don't remembah whea we went go foah ouwa field trips, as much as I remembah the special home lunches he used to mek foa me. It was special all right, because nobody had the same kine of lunch like mine and nobody could mek 'em da way my faddah wen go mek 'em. The rice ball with vienna sausages on da side wuz my favorite. If I stay going on one long
Read more: Field Trips and Home Lunches
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Written by Kamaka Brown
"Hoo brah, next time you tell me if I like ride ...remind me to say NO!" Hama said between taking breaths. He was straining against the back fender of the Chevy attempting to push it out of the traffic.
"No ack", Peewee answered from the driver's
Read more: Running on Fumes
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Written by Kamaka Brown
It was time for get hair cut. I knew it because my neighbor Charlie-Boy sed: "what da bah bah shop wen burn down?" Man, dat Charlie-Boy for get smut. I also knew it because my muddah sed: "We going stop at da barber shop afta school
Read more: Hook and Release
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Written by Kim Leilani Sellers
Reading chru some storeez make me teenk back to my hanabada dayz back in Nanakuli. Playing chase mastah wit my brada an' cuzens who wen live nex' doa to us. I was raised by my mada's mada an' my mada's beh~beh sista. I rememba eating mangoes off da
Read more: Ohana Get Togeddah
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Written by Wally Bacio, Sr
I cry wen I rite dis story about da good ole days of whea I was bon an raise. Makaweli, Kauai (peepol no yom as Pakala) is da home of da Gay an Robinson sugar plantation, da lass on Kauai, an probally in all of Hawaii Nei, I not shua.
I now retired
Read more: Pakala No Ka Oi
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Written by Kamaka Brown
Chappy no was happy. His morning was definitely not going well. First da car neva like start in da garage. Da kids had left da car door open the night before and with the light on insai da car ... auwe! Can you say: "Ded Battery?'
Now he was going
Read more: Jus Becuz
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Written by R. Mapuana Cottell
When I was a child, Momma tried desperately to teach me hula. She was a great dancer and felt that her oldest child, her firstborn daughter, should carry on the family tradition. Well, the family tradition had to wait. I was four. I had Barbies, and
Read more: Hula On The Brain, Part 2
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Written by Lovena Harwood
Ho, I remembah wen I was one keiki and da New Yeahs in da aina! Ho, no can sit still heh! On New Yeah's eve I like go outsai and play wit da fayah cracahs li'dat. Dis da one night dat us kids can stay up late. Ho, we wuz like wild pigs running
Read more: Da New Year
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Written by Jack Strubel
Wheah iz da bes place you eva went in da aina? An no say: "L & L" ! Any body eva hea of dis place called da blue room? (No, not some new disco at the Hyatt!) It's on da Mokulua islands off da shore of Lanikai, Oahu.There is a crack in the
Read more: The Blue Room
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