Hanabuddah Days Stories - AlohaWorld.com

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.

Farewell Uncle

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Details: Written by Ed Morton

I was a young man when my Uncle BoBo, came into my life. He was lovable, caring, and outgoing. My first impression of him was, "Eh! Auntie where you wen find this crazy Puerto-Rican?" He looked like one of the guys from the "Rat-Pack".

You know the guy with curly hair and "duck tail" hair-do? But you no can judge somebody, from their looks.

My Uncle was an ex-marine, the bugga was built, short and stocky. His attitude was, yeah you know, "What you looking

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In the Gardens of Sugar and Pineapples, Part Five: The "Borrowed" Boat

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Details: Written by Ismael Tabalno

A new school week started and I sat gazing out the clear windows of my history class room towards the Nawilliwilli Harbor. The lush green and brown mountain range ran down to unexpected cliffs. The deep blue ocean waves roar and slam the jagged

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In the Gardens of Sugar and Pineapples, Part One: Humble Beginnings

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Details: Written by Ismael Tabalno

In the Beginning My life's journey has a humble, but adventurous beginning. It all started when my parents decided to leave the Philippines and immigrate to Hawaii in 1946. This migration odyssey marked the end of World War II between the United

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In the Gardens of Sugar and Pineapples, Part Four: An Old Friend Passes and a New Friends Appear

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Details: Written by Ismael Tabalno

It was a month before school started in September. I had one more year and I would be done with 8th grade in Koloa Elementary School. I was very ready for high school. "Eh, you guys think going be hard in high school?" "Yeah, my brother

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Portagee Gun

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Details: Written by Tony Lonso

Tony was my father-in-law who lived in Kunia pineapple camp and was a truck driver for Del-Monte Corp. During the summer pineapple harvest season he would drive a 'big rig 'to deliver pineapples to the cannery downtown.

The big rig he drove was an

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In the Gardens of Sugar and Pineapples, Part Three: The Paper Route

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Details: Written by Ismael Tabalno

I attended Koloa Elementary School for eight years. I enjoyed walking the streets and trails of Koloa during the long trek to and from school. Instead of looking at it as a chore, I went on many exciting escapades during these walks. I explored

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Life in the Big City

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Details: Written by Maku Cuizon

My Uncle Pat was attending the Hilo Commercial College in the big city of Hilo and he was one person Big Popo (grandpa) trusted. Uncle must have been one nani looking kid because his name was 'Baby' to the whole family. So, to his nieces and

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In the Gardens of Sugar and Pineapples, Part Two: The Tomato Salesman

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Details: Written by Ismael Tabalno

In the Gardens of Sugar and Pineapples, Part Two : The Tomato Salesman

Author Ismael Tabalno
I carefully inspected the baseball-sized blemish free tomatoes before placing them into shoe boxes. Each tomato I picked should have the smallest spot

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Who Iz Da Lolo?

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Details: Written by Sheena Harvy

Lass night was sitting around wit some old 'lanai' friends sharing stories about things we did as kids. I was telling about the time me and my friend ran away and someone said "Eh that would make one good story foa da hanabuddah days page." At first

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