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 Joyce Guzman
Port Allen was a beautiful seaport for the Matson Liners that came in during the early 40's and 50's. My dad was a Stevedore worker or what we called a Longshoreman. It was nice when he came home with pockets full of ebi. Boy, dried ebi was so ono when you got it fresh. He even brought home dried abalone. Us kids would all sit around dad while he'd take out he small pocket knife. He'd give all the kids slices of abalone. Boy, kids nowadays miss all the fun. We had no junk food to give us rotten
Read more: Port Allen: Seaport of Kauai
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Written by John Book
I love music. I am a record collector. I love my vinyl because they symbolize parts of our music history, and offer us a look into our past. If memories are hard to find, a song can often bring them back.
I often think about my current love of
Read more: Missing the Music Box Lady
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Written by Joyce Guzman
As a kid, I used to love going to Kapaa to my auntie Rose's house because we got to stay for the weekend and play with my cousins. My Uncle Frank was pure Spanish from Spain. He always wore a suit and was a gambler. My cousins were beautiful, all
Read more: My Favorite Uncle Frank
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Written by Caroline Obra Ducosin
Pepeekeo Mill Camp, a sugar plantation camp on the Hamakua Coast of the Big Island, was where I was born and grew up. It was a small camp not far from the rugged eastern shoreline of the Big Island and surrounded by acres of cane fields sectioned
Read more: From Sugar Fields to Fields of Stone
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Written by Reverend David Kapaku
I don't know if they still post the high school educational rankings in the Honolulu Star Bulletin or Advertiser, as they did in the 1970s. Whenever it came out we didn't have to look on the front page to see where Nanakuli High and Intermediate
Read more: Nanakuli Education
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Written by Izzie Kikue
Dis short storee takes me back some yee'ahz ago. Back to a time wen life was much mo' simplah. Back wen nevah had too many worries, 'cept fo' wen sum'body cut one deadly fut! Yeah, das right ... fut! Bettah known on da mainland az, "fart, toot
Read more: Pass Da Gas Please
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Written by Joyce Guzman
On Kauai, there are a lot of stories about a white lady who roams the island ... sometimes she's in your backyard, sometimes she just walks and walks. My friends used to live near a cliff overlooking the river on one side and the ocean on the
Read more: Spooky Stories from Hawaii
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Written by Clinton Lee
Long time ago in a past, distant, and magical land lived a little boy growing up in place called Kaimuki, a small district in Honolulu. Here he played and had good fun with all da uku piles of neighborhood keeds after WW II. Some people may have
Read more: Kaimuki Tales
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Written by Kika Nixon
My hanabuddah story has kept me focused and determined for the past 36 years. Harvesting opihi and seaweed, dancing around the May pole, making leis, laughing, ono food and a lot of love are all part of my collective childhood memory ! I still
Read more: Home... at Last!!
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