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 Reverend David Kapaku
Oh the subtle sounds of growing up in Nanakuli...like your neighbors rooster coming in your back yard around five in the morning waking up the dead. You open the window and and throw something at the bloody rooster but he just go over the fence and make more noise. And there's nothing like the sound of your neighbors across the street fighting around midnight, swearing at each other, then pulling out of the driveway screeching the tires as it heads down the road...only to come back at two in
Read more: Mosquito Truck, Charlie the Manapua Man and Farmer Mac
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Written by George K. Cabral
One day, my big bruddah had his friends over at the house. I had some of my friends hanging out too. My big bruddah and his "gang" used to call us small kids "maninis"...as in "eh you maninis no can follow us..." But us "maninis" use to
Read more: Of Wooden Blocks, Canoes and Imaginations
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Written by George Cabral
When I was three years old my parents moved to Nanakuli just off Farrington Highway. Our house was a couple of blocks from the old blue painted B&K store. You know, we were so happy back then... I wouldn't trade those memories for anything in
Read more: Hanabuddah - Nanakuli Style
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Written by Pat Cunningham McCroskie
I had a best friend, Jeanne Dye, whose family owned Ellen Dye Candies on Fort Street. They had a lovely beach house in Kailua. One day she took me over the Pali. Now this was a long time before they put one puka in the mountain and made
Read more: Hau'oli La Hanau
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Written by Linda "Lika" Relacion Oosahwe
Daddy was da type dat woke up at da crack of dawn. Sometimes I think he woke up da chickens. He didn't believe in sleeping in. Weekend mornings at about 6:00 a.m. he would be yelling at us, "You guys miss da money fall down from da sky." And us kids
Read more: Chicken Soup For Da Kine: Daddy's Stories
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Written by Kamaka Brown
There isn't anything left of the house now. It's like you hear about the old neighborhood and how it's not the same. Well, most everyone has moved away to some place or another. Faces change like seasons. The trees have grown. We
Read more: Tutu Man's Place
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Written by Clinton Lee
It all began back at St. Patrick School on 6th and Harding Avenues starting with kindergarten all the way through the eighth grade. At the time, the Sisters of the Sacred Hearts Society were in charge and operated the establishment as well as
Read more: Baby Boomer School Daze
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Written by Chris M. Urmeneta
I suppose as a kid, most of us felt that their mom was the greatest cook that ever lived. Well, I can think of at least seven kids that would have voted ours as being that person.
Ahhhh, the fragrances of home cooking that
Read more: Elsie's Kitchen
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Written by Marguerite Heng
My mother was born and raised in Hilo. Her parents were both Portuguese and her father came from the old country. Her mother was born in Kohala. I didn't come to the islands until I was 4. It was during World War II, and the
Read more: Hawaiian Spirit
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