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 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 in the floor and ceiling, a refrigerator that was really an ICEbox. A 'safe' for the buddah, shugah, and whatevahs. The legs of the 'safe' were in sardine cans filled with water to keep the ants out kerosene stoves that smelled so nice in the
Read more: Hanabuddah Days Fo' Real!!
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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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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 Clinton Lee
I had this crazy penchant to share and compare my hanabuddah childhood memories with same kine folks that wen' grow up in the Kaimuki District in Honolulu and other places around the Islands.
It all started one day when I was bored sitting at the
Read more: Call Me Crazy... but...
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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 Joyce Guzman
Dis was the old cannery days when you gotta get up early in the morning, like 3:00am to get ready for the girls to pick you up to go work carpool style way up in Kapaa. We lived about 25 miles away and those days 25 miles was so fa, that the ride
Read more: Anahola Lighthouse
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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 Chris M. Urmeneta
If there was any kind of tropical fruit tree or garden vegetable not growing on our property when I was a kid, it probably didn't exist back then.At least, that's the way it seemed when I look back on those days of growing up in
Read more: Growin' up in Fermin's Piece of Paradise
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