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 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 tomorrow."
"Yeah, cut 'em short dis time" my dad chimed in, "dat way you get your money's worth."
Oh no. I was going to that rat bite place again. I neva like da japanee lady at the plantation barber shop. It was one "cut" fit all. No matter what your style hair
Read more: Hook and Release
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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
We was living Lusitana Street behind the Board of Water Supply in dem days. The houses were close together between the mango and fig trees growing tall and bushy. I neva know it den but we wuz what you call today one "blue collar"
Read more: Kalakoa Collar
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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 Chris M. Urmeneta
I went to school in Kahuku from kindergarten until I graduated in1967. Growing up in Sunset Beach meant riding the school bus every day and usually the routine trip was fairly uneventful.
We'd always head out down our driveway early to wait for the
Read more: A Close Encounter of the Coca-Cola Kine
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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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Written by R. Mapuana Cottell
When we were children, my cousins and I had more fun than most kids would. Lots of people chalk it up to love, and others chalk it up to childhood imagination. But if you ask any one of us, there isn't one in da bunch that would deny what I think it
Read more: The Republic of BVD
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Written by Lovena Harwood
I fumbled a bit as I tried to quickly get my camera reloaded with anew roll of film. It was a great day for surfing in these parts of NewEngland. The sun was out, air temperatures were finally warm enough toresemble early summer and the high tide
Read more: Back to the Ocean
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Written by Lovena Harwood
I peered around the corner of the house. This was scary, but it was fun too. I sure as heck wasn't gonna get caught. Then I caught a glimpse of the broom and not a moment too late either. It just missed me by a fraction of a hair. At that moment I
Read more: Grandpa's Fish Pond
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