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 William L. Kapaku Jr
Long before the Clinton Administration got on the "Don't Ask" bandwagon, my family and schoolmates practiced our own version of not asking...although, ours had absolutely nothing to do with sexual orientation. I called our way of life, "Da NO ASK Policy."
Luaus were common occurrences on just about every weekend in our Hawaiian Homestead community. My muddah would gather us all up and give us the order that we were going whether we liked it or not. Democracy was a belief and not a practice in
Read more: Da NO ASK Policy
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Written by Bill Kapaku Jr.
Another one of those often times asked questions in my life, besides when I graduated from high school, has been, "Eh, you rememba wat you was doing da day JFK died?" Remember? In the words of Franklin Delano Roosevelt, that day will "live in
Read more: Da Day JFK Died
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Written by George Cabral
I guess I was around 3 or 4 years because I was not in school. You know, stay home, play outside while Mom did the laundry outside in the back in the sink. Boy, she had it rough. We neva had one wash machine, so she was doing the laundry with one of
Read more: Growin' Up Nanakuli Style
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Written by Super User
In da early 1960's, dere was one song dat went: "The best things in life are free...da-da-da-dum"? Who can fo'get dat? Eh, I fo' sure no can when us guys use to sing um in our amateur rock and roll group called da "Outlaws" as part of our kolohe St
Read more: Ai-yah, Where All Da Good Stuff Went?
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Written by John Book
One of the unique things about living in Hawai'i was you could know people by what they were known for and not by their given names. These weren't musicians or news anchors, but rather the people you and I would see everyday while walking to the
Read more: Sweet Bread Boy
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Written by William Kapaku
We lived in a three bedroom hale located in the Nanakuli Hawaiian Homestead. Ours was considered an average sized Hawaiian family with four girls, three boys, and of course my parents.
During the formative years though, we always had relatives
Read more: Homestead Hale
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Written by Joyce Guzman
Wen I see the clothes style dat stay coming back, I laff because I remembah in high school wen we used to compete wearing crinolines. I no tink dat style EVA goin' come back ... eh, you girls remembah wearing dem? Look nice den, no? The mo' you
Read more: Skirts, Flats and Niagara Starch
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Written by Rev. David Kapaku
I love my fuddah. I was young wen we met. He was the funniest dad you could ever have. But he had an uncanny way of saying "N0" wen you needed something. For example you might ask him, "Dad you can loan me five bucks?" He would reply, "Eh, wat you
Read more: I Love My Fuddah
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Written by Wally Bacio
When I was about 15 or 16, I used to play for the Hanapepe Broncos Pop-Warner midget league football team. The last year that I played for them, I developed a "knack" for kicking field goals. My buddy Matt Tsuchiya and I used to practice in our
Read more: Kickin' Pigskin At Waimea High School
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