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 Keleka Falces
I grew up in Haiku, Maui with my family and friends. As the bes of times. We wen live in one big house with a huge back and front yad. My fatha wen raise fighting chickens and pigs. Every day I had to go feedem. I used to hate cleaning da pig pens. Man, dat was som stink. Da chickens was easy, jus givem wata and da special secret recipe feed my fatha used to make. He used to make good money fighting da chickens because sometimes I used to find plenty money hidden unda da bed and in da closet. I
Read more: Haiku Daze
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Written by Maku Cuizon
Small keed time, I used to watch and listen foh da ol' timers play enny kine instruments an' I wen cum jealous, you kno'. Den some guys like James Ke, Sam Pua, John Gali, dey could really jam. So I onny used to listen an' watch.
Wen our muddah and
Read more: C secon' C; A secon' A; F secon' F - Ass how you play ukulele
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Written by Maku Cuizon
One time on Saturday we wuz in Peding's back yahd fo' kanikapila - James (Keke) Ke, Phillip (Peding) Barro, Alberto Cariaga an' me, Maku. We wuz jammin' away and wuz acking silly and den Keke said, "E, if we get nuttin' tomorrow, why we no go
Read more: We Go Poke Pig
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Written by Tony Lonso
The site of Aloha Stadium was once Halawa Housing, cane fields, small grazing pastures for cows or horses, small vegetable or watermelon farms. The dam was made by a cement wall built by the plantation to pump water for irrigating the cane fields
Read more: Da Dam
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Written by Maku Cuizon
My godfather Juan Gali's oldest son, John and I had one close tie which was his maternal grandmother. When I was about 7 or 8, I learned to love her as my hanai gramma. I never saw her leave the house but she knew where all the heiaus and caves
Read more: Love for the Sea
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Written by Maku Cuizon
As wuz da wors' time an' da bes' time (apologies to Charles Dickens fo' borrow his line). It was the ending of the year 1941 just before Pearl Harbor and papa went on a fishing trip with our calabash uncle, Paul Hi'ilei; Uncle Paul returned in tears
Read more: No Scaid If I Make
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Written by Ed Morton
Ok den we stay heading towards Kahuku, but before you get there you have to pass Sunset Beach. At that time nothing was around there except cane fields, pheasants and keawe trees. As we traveled along Grandpa would only go about 35-40 miles an hour
Read more: Taro Patch, Part 2
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Written by Rick Gertsen
One of my fondest memories of growing up in Hawaii was my first New Year's Eve. I lived in Mauna Loa Gardens and one of my neighbors invited me over for New Year's celebration. I was 15. His house was on stilts and I was standing off his front porch
Read more: The Best Place to Grow Up
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Written by Ed Morton
The times I like the best comes when you are relaxed, not much to do but remember things of your past. A trip down to the "Taro Patch", it's early in the morning, and your maka is closed tight, my bed is so warm and then EDWARD, you betta get up
Read more: Taro Patch, Part 1
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