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 Ismael Tabalno
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 was telling me mo homework." Trudeau smiled. "Ah sh*t, as all I need." I grudgingly commented, "Mo of the proper English stuff again." "If Mrs. Anderson no flunks you first and you no graduate," Trudeau laughed. "Yeah, she going pass me, I make too
Read more: In the Gardens of Sugar and Pineapples, Part Four: An Old Friend Passes and a New Friends Appear
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Written by Ismael Tabalno
I attended Koloa Elementary School for eight years. I enjoyed walking the streets and trails of Koloa during the long trek to and from school. Instead of looking at it as a chore, I went on many exciting escapades during these walks. I explored
Read more: In the Gardens of Sugar and Pineapples, Part Three: The Paper Route
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Written by Maku Cuizon
My Uncle Pat was attending the Hilo Commercial College in the big city of Hilo and he was one person Big Popo (grandpa) trusted. Uncle must have been one nani looking kid because his name was 'Baby' to the whole family. So, to his nieces and
Read more: Life in the Big City
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Written by Ismael Tabalno
In the Gardens of Sugar and Pineapples, Part Two : The Tomato Salesman
Author Ismael Tabalno
I carefully inspected the baseball-sized blemish free tomatoes before placing them into shoe boxes. Each tomato I picked should have the smallest spot
Read more: In the Gardens of Sugar and Pineapples, Part Two: The Tomato Salesman
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Written by Sheena Harvy
Lass night was sitting around wit some old 'lanai' friends sharing stories about things we did as kids. I was telling about the time me and my friend ran away and someone said "Eh that would make one good story foa da hanabuddah days page." At first
Read more: Who Iz Da Lolo?
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Written by Ismael Tabalno
In the Beginning My life's journey has a humble, but adventurous beginning. It all started when my parents decided to leave the Philippines and immigrate to Hawaii in 1946. This migration odyssey marked the end of World War II between the United
Read more: In the Gardens of Sugar and Pineapples, Part One: Humble Beginnings
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Written by Keleka Falces
I grew up in Haiku, Maui with my family and friends. As the bes of times. We wen live in one big house with a huge back and front yad. My fatha wen raise fighting chickens and pigs. Every day I had to go feedem. I used to hate cleaning da pig pens
Read more: Haiku Daze
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Written by Tony Lonso
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
Read more: Portagee Gun
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Written by Maku Cuizon
Small keed time, I used to watch and listen foh da ol' timers play enny kine instruments an' I wen cum jealous, you kno'. Den some guys like James Ke, Sam Pua, John Gali, dey could really jam. So I onny used to listen an' watch.
Wen our muddah and
Read more: C secon' C; A secon' A; F secon' F - Ass how you play ukulele
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