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 Steve Yagyagan
I was juss one simple plantation "boysan" back in da day. I grew up in one humble famly on da Waialua Shugah Plantation. My faddah iz Ilocano wid some adda stuff. My muddah wuz Samoan wid some English o some kinda mixtcha from Europe, bless her haht .
Anyway, auwa lass name should have been, "Tupua," since we wuz kinda, well "too puwa" . My muddah use to tell me, "Eh, Boysan, weya yo pants tree times a week befo you put'em in da hampah, heh! Juss altanate'em every adda day."
So, I dunno if da
Read more: My Favorite Puka Pants
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Written by Kamaka Brown
DING DING. My fuddah roll ova the rubbah hose at Abe Chevron in Haleiwa.
"Wot? Fillum Mup etto?" the service station attendant said to my fuddah.
"Yeah" he said, "might as well." My fuddah always put etto insai da car.
"I don't put the cheap stuff
Read more: Fillum Mup
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Written by Fernando
Okay guyz...I going begin by telling you why I no-like dem horse and donkeys (mules) same smell. It started wen i had go fishing with my oldah bradduh... we was fishing at Kinikini "now PMRF". Thoze fishin days was good, anyway my braddah was going
Read more: Scared of Horses and Donkeys
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Written by Steve Yagyagan
My maddah and faddah used to own one lunch wagon business wen I was one small boy growing up on Waialua's North Shore. Da wagon was named, "Pua Mana" (Sea Breeze). It wuz one baby blue lunch wagon wid da name Pua Mana in script. My maddah and faddah
Read more: Fi Dollah, Young Boy!
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Written by Sandra Samson Thomas
Living in Kunia, plantation style! Kunia is a little community between Schofield Barracks and Waipahu. My life living on a plantation as a camp kid was really simple. We had nothing to brag. All the houses were the same color (mostly green and
Read more: Kunia Girl
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Written by Fernando
We all get different kine experience growing up. Mine's wun weenah cause I wasz wun humbug buggah. Heah goes, while in grade school ouah playground was the "Camp". No'moh programs for us keeds thoes dayz except during the summah months wen we
Read more: Mischievous, Humbug, Hooligan Days In The Hood (Pilipino Camp)
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Written by Mokihana White
No axe me why da hill behind my hale stay called "Motorcycle Hill". Rumor had eet dat sometimes da kanes would race deah bikes from da top down to da bottom. Adunno eef I believe dat, cuz I wen grow up in Mânoa Valley in Honolulu, weah we wen get
Read more: Ti-Leaf Sliding Down Motorcycle Hill
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Written by Sandra Samson Thomas
It was my junior year in high school and I was having so much fun being a teenager. All my weekends were booked from the beginning of the week. This weekend was no different. I had plans to go to the Leilehua and Kahuku basketball game. This was a
Read more: Hud Head Kids: The Day Grandpa Died
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Written by David DeCarmo
I should start by saying my parents were divorced. My brother and I went with my dad and my sister went with my mother. I was five years old. I was born in Wahiawa and my brother in Honolulu (Kaiser Hospital). We left our home on the point of Waimea
Read more: My Ewa Beach Childhood
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