What are you thankful for?
I’m thankful for my blog readers. Thank you for those who take time to comment and share their stories with others. I’m thankful that I have a second chance at having a great family. And I’m thankful for landing a job that I love and grateful to the ones who had their trust in me to do this job. I’m thankful for my friends, family, and loved ones.
What are some of your best Thanksgiving memories?
Breaking up the toast to help mom make the stuffing – that was my one and only contribution to making the turkey. Looking for someplace open to eat lunch because the kitchen was off limits for mom as she prepared the feast. And riding my bike in the middle of the deserted streets on Thanksgiving day in the late afternoon – and smelling the turkeys cooking as I pass the homes.
Are you gonna do Black Friday?
Does a bear shit in the woods?
I hope everyone has a wonderful and safe Thanksgiving. Please take a moment to sit back and reflect on this special day. Look all around you and be thankful for all you’ve got. So many things we take for granted. We are truly blessed.
Getting the appetite ready for some Thanksgiving grinds and it got me thinking about some of my favorite dishes that my mom used to cook.
The first one that comes to mind was her Trader Vic’s broiled chicken. Mom had a Trader Vic’s recipe that she used to marinate drumettes and wings in. I know that it had pineapple juice in it because I remember the small tuna-sized can of pineapple that mom used to open. She’d use the pineapple juice part and put the pineapple rings in a small Tupperware container. I would always see the leftover pineapple and ask mom what it was for. And she’d tell me to go ahead and eat it if I wanted to. One fork and a couple of minutes later – it was gone. I remember when mom cooked the chicken, she’d cook it in the oven on a tin foil lined baking sheet and the oven door would be partially opened. And I could see the orange glow of the heating elements in the oven and I would poke my head near to sneak a peek of the ono pieces of chicken. Unfortunately, I don’t have a picture of mom’s Trader Vic’s chicken, but it looked just like these Trader Vic ribs;
Mom’s Trader Vic’s chicken pieces had this orangey color accented with the crispy black charred areas. It was so moist and tender. When I’d peel off the skin (best part), the meat would fall right off the bone. I miss it so much, that I might be willing to give it a try and cook it myself. I said I “MIGHT”. Now if I could only find the recipe.
Another one of my favorites was mom’s bul go gi. I don’t know what kind of pieces of meat she used, but mom used to pound it and tenderize the meat, then marinate it in her own bul go gi sauce. Then mom would cook it slowly in an iron skillet and let all the juices soak into the meat. I remember seeing the bits of chopped green onion on the pieces of meat. And when mom was through cooking the meat – she’d throw in some rice into the frying pan and make bul go gi fried rice. Ho, never could get enough of that!
And then there was mom’s fried chicken. I remember when Mom would take out the blue and white box of frozen chicken and put it in the sink to thaw out. Mom’s fried chicken was so simple, yet tasted so good! I think it was just flour, salt, & pepper. But the pieces were so crispy on the outside and moist on the inside. The closest thing I found to mom’s fried chicken is KJ’s in Kaneohe. Oh, and of course I always saved the crispy skin for last. Right before eating it I used to say “No… I don’t want to take this yucky medicine! Don’t make me eat it. Mumfrmprmmm…” and savor it until the last piece was gone.
Mom used to make this other dish that I just referred to as “breaded meat”. Turns out it was meat jun. But “meat jun” wasn’t widely known then, so breaded meat was what we called it. And I used to use dad’s “cho jung” sauce with it. Dad use to make this “cho jung” shoyu sauce in old Hawaiian Sun Guava jelly bottles – remember how had the piece of wax paper between the cap and the jar to keep it tight. I’m not 100% sure of the cho jung recipe but I know it contained shoyu, sugar, chili peppers, green onion, sesame seed oil, and sesame seeds. And it had to sit for a couple/few days before it was ready for use. I used to watch my dad eat the chili peppers when the bottle was almost empty. But mom’s breaded meat was the best. I remember asking her how she made it. She said that she just dips the meat in the flour, then in the egg batter, and fries it in the skillet. So easy.
Some nights it was just a simple comfort dish that mom cooked for dinner. It was pieces of chopped beef and sliced round onions, simmered in a sato-shoyu sauce (shoyu/sugar sauce). I used to take my rice, coat it with dad’s “ko cho jung”, then put the meat/onion on it. And had to have the gravy. I always loved the gravy. By the end of the meal, I had only gravy/rice soup in my plate that I slurped up. That stuff must’ve been so bad for me – yet tasted so good. Only drawback was that the onions would make be gassy. And my buds would regret going to the movies with me after eating meat/onions. IYKWIM.
Mom also used to make; hash patty, pork tofu, beef stew, beef curry, beef teriyaki, kalua pig/cabbage, liver, pork chops!, spaghetti, and more that I can’t think of right now. And it all tasted good. Okay, the liver had to be drowning in ketchup, but I managed.
What foods come to mind when you hear “Mom’s cooking”? What were your favorite dishes? Did you learn to cook some of them in order to pass them on to future generations? I wish I had learned how to cook my mom’s dishes.
So now we’re recalling naughty stuffs we did in school. Whether elementary, intermediate, or high school. Shoot – I’ll take college too! I would guess that most of it was during intermediate school because in elementary – you’re too obedient to do anything wrong. And in high school – you’re too intimidated to do anything wrong. But in intermediate – it was almost expected.
Let’s start off with elementary school. Nope – can’t think if anything bad that I did. Wait. First grade. I didn’t like my teacher and used to run after my mom when she left the classroom. One time I did it during the Pledge of Allegiance and the teacher called me a communist. My mom was not happy with the teacher after she said that. I ended up transferring into another class. But that doesn’t really count. How about yanking off someone’s “fruit loop” – does that count?
Intermediate school. We had a walk-out one day. I was in the 8th grade and during lunch – all the students gathered by the school exit and as a sign of protest, the students planned a walk-out. I don’t even remember what it was about. But no one wanted to be first to walk off the school property. It was the ol’ “You go first and I’ll follow. No, YOU go first and I’ll follow”. Until finally, someone just walked through the crowd and went off campus. Then everyone followed. Even made the news that night. But I stayed in school as did a handful of us. So the 5th period was pretty much a do nothing class so Miss Duncan said that we could have a paper wad fight. All the girls could stand in one corner while the rest of us flipped over desks and had it out. I remember Clint B. climbed up on the broom closet and was sniping everyone – until @shoyu burner sneaked up on him and shot a paper wad right on the ear. Was all swollen and red!
Remember, “Food Riot!”. I lucked out and was never in a food riot, but I remember when there was one in intermediate school. It was always planned ahead of time and somehow the teachers monitoring the cafeteria always knew. Probably because everyone was more quiet than usual and making side-eye at each other just waiting for it to begin. But it’s not like they could stop it anyway.
High school. Didn’t really act up in high school. Flung our ice cream sticks at each other – but that’s about it. I remember one time when we were hanging out on the benches and people start hollering and clapping. By the time I turned around to see – the “streaker” was gone. Remember that? Streaking in the 70’s. We had a guy, buck naked – running through the school campus. Actually, he had a sign on the front that said “Nude is not Lewd”. His picture made it to our yearbook!
There was a tradition of the outgoing seniors always pulling some pranks during one of the nights preceding their graduation. I think it was the Class of ’75. They stacked around 10 old tires on the school’s flagpole. I still don’t know how they did it. Did they stand on an adjacent rooftop and throw them onto the flagpole? I don’t think so. Car tires are heavy. Did they use the rope that’s for the flag to somehow lift the tires up and over? Not sure. All I know is that the Kailua Fire Department came down with their ladder truck to remove the tires off the flagpole. That prank was classic.
What kind of school time shenanigans do you remember? Something you did? Maybe something you were a victim of. Share your school time shenanigans here.
Okay, maybe not THAT long ago. But kids were kids and when we got bored – we had to find ways to amuse ourselves. And many times, it lead to trouble. But it wasn’t on purpose – most of the time. It was just shenanigans – a part of growing up. Right? Yeah, right.
What kind of shenanigans did you pull?
The one that comes to mind first was blowing up Clorox bottles. I don’t know how we learned this, but the Clorox bottle fitted perfectly on the water hose end. I mean, it twisted right on with a perfect seal. So we used to take my mom’s old Clorox bottle, twist it on the end of the hose and place it right in the middle of the front yard. Then we’d turn the water on “Full Blast”. The pressure would build in the white plastic jug until it would burst with a loud BOOM! This one time our neighbor came running outside to see what the big boom was (as well as did my mom). Then we got good scoldings from the neighbor man for alarming everyone. “Do you know what could happen if a piece of the plastic jug flew into your eye!?! You could be blind forever!“. But there wasn’t any plastic pieces. It just cracked at the seam.
So we learned to blow up Clorox bottles only when no parents were around.
Another one we used to do was stick the water hose into the ground. See, where we lived in Kailua – the soil was mostly sand. White beach sand. And I don’t know why we kept doing this when we knew the outcome wouldn’t be good. But we just couldn’t help it. We used to face the garden hose straight into the ground and turn the water on, you guessed it – “Full Blast”. The water would start splashing out the sides and would eventually wear a hole in the soft ground. Then we’d push the hose further down as the ground got softer. Until the water stopped erupting out the sides of the hose. Then when we tried to pull it up – NO CAN. It was stuck. Turning the water off and on again didn’t help. Yanking didn’t help. So there was only one thing to do; go into the tool-shed, get the “dagger” and cut the hose. Man, do you know how many times my dad was pissed when he wanted to connect the sprinkler to the hose only to find the ends were cut?
And if anyone excavates that lot, they’re in for a big surprise.
Climbing on the roof. No ladder needed. I could get up on the roof by climbing on the window frames next to the garage roof. Once I was up there – I just had to walk around and throw down the Frisbees, sticks, parachute men, and everything else I could find. And walking on the aluminum garage roof took some technique. The trick was to look for where the nails were pounded in and walk there – because that’s where the cross-beams were. Step off from the nails and chance going right though the flimsy aluminum. I remember this one time that @LostHawaiian brought over his sister’s 45 record. IIRC, it was Stevie Wonder’s “My Cherie Amour”. I put it on the record player in my room, lifted up the record holder arm so it would repeat over and over again, and cranked up the volume. Then @LostHawaiian and me took a couple of goza up on the roof and laid down to get sun tans while listening to Stevie.
Only once did I fall off the roof while hanging off of it. Luckily, the stand up bar-b-que broke my fall.
Ever egg someone’s house? This was in my later years when we used to walk to the beach to go surfing. One day while walking down the public access, we were just minding our own business and looking over the wall as we walked down the trail. The homeowner looked at us and said “What!?”. You know, in da kine tone like we should’ve responded with “Why?!” But we didn’t. However, Halloween was right around the corner so on Halloween night, loaded with eggs and firecrackers, we walked down the trial, egged his house and threw the lit firecrackers into his backyard. And we ran and laughed all the way down the trail to the beach.
And we kept running along the beach and through a private lane until we got back to our friend’s house.
Speaking of the beach. When we used to surf – surf leashes weren’t invented yet. When we wiped out, if we didn’t hold on to our boards, we’d have to swim back to shore to get it. Then through reading surfing magazines, we learned how to drill a hole through the base of our skeg, stick a piece of nylon rope through it, tie a knot so it wouldn’t come out, then tie the other end around our ankle. We used surgical tubing around the rope part that went around our ankle to prevent rash. Anyway, we found out that bungee cord works way better than nylon rope as the “tug” on your leg isn’t so harsh. But no one knew where to get bungee cord. That is until someone notice that the Hobie Cats on the beach yards had a lot of bungee cord tied to their sails. And we never see those people take out their Hobie Cats anyway. So…
Soon we all had new surf leashes made of bungee cord.
Okay, that’s all the small-kid-time shenanigans that I’m going to confess to. What were some of the shenanigans that you did while growing up – NOT COUNTING SCHOOL STUFF (that’s for Thursday). Share your growing up naughtiness stories here. We’re all amongst friends.
Hawaiian Airlines just celebrated 85 years of servicing Hawaii’s skies. Congratulations Hawaiian Airlines!!! The unofficial MLC airline.
Here’s a little commercial to jog the memory.
Hawaiian Air has had a slew of different airplanes that serviced us throughout the years, but let’s face it – we love anyone in a uniform. The pilots look so professional and intimidating. They have an important job to do so we don’t want to bother them. Just continue to get us there and back home safely.
It’s the flight attendants uniforms that I always admire. And looking at all the different ones that Hawaiian Airlines had had throughout the years tells a story by just the styles, colors, and design. Let’s take a pictorial tour.
Pretty awesome. The colors, the graphical designs, the lengths, the cuts.
Which ones are your favorites? Me, I like the:
Nowadays, the flight attendants have to look professional more than stylish as their job priorities have changed. The safety of the passengers is of utmost importance, then the comfort. And you don’t want to mess with a flight attendant. It’s a federal offense. But I’ve never met a flight attendant with a chip on his/her shoulder. They are all friendly and accommodating. Especially the Hawaiian Air ones that are almost all local. Or they carry themselves as local – and I think that’s what makes it such a pleasant flying experience for us.
So Happy 85th Anniversary Hawaiian Airlines! Thanks for all the memories and here’s to looking forward to many, many more!
Rodney, I know it’s only Sat. but I have an idea for another thread. Under your “Do you Remember” topic.
“Do you remember your Local Kine childhood friends”?
Name them so we all can know if we knew them too!
What did you do to have fun? Where did you go? What was your favorite hang out? How did you keep busy in the Summers? ….etc!
Good friends, good times…..and some wonderful good old time history with your best friends!
Get the idea?
Thanks for the blog suggestion, Mark. Pretty broad subject I must say, but let’s see where this goes.
As for naming my childhood friends, for me personally I’d prefer not to as I’m the host of this blog and I don’t want to “out” any of my friends without their permission. But you folks are free to mention names in the comments as you please. I usually use just initials or first names with a last name initial.
In my later elementary school years and early intermediate school years, I used to hang out with Stanley L. and Brian M. But I was closer to Brian as we lived just about a block away. And he had a lot of cool stuff to do at his house. But once I stopped playing baseball and got into surfing, I hooked up with a new bunch of friends. And you know what was so curious? Back in those days, if someone faded out and started hanging around other people – it wasn’t a big deal. No one took it personally. We were just growing up, finding ourselves, and going our separate ways. And we were all cool with it.
One of my surfing buds was J.S. We used to catch the bus to check out the surf shops around the Ala Moana area and go to the shopping center to “check it out”. It was with Jay, Ryan, Randy, Paul, and a few other surfing buds that we started our social club; “Pacific Vibrations“.
And to this day, we still keep in touch. Albeit, through bumping into each other at the annual neighborhood bon dance or recently connecting again via Facebook – but we still communicate with each other. Some have moved on and we lost communication and a couple have unfortunately passed on. But for the most part – we’re still good friends. Heck, it was though this blog that I reconnected with Brian M. We met up when he came down during a vacation to visit family. It was a good 30+ years since we last saw each other. But it was so good to reconnect – because at one time in our lifetimes – we were a chapter in each others lives.
You know… I should see if I can plan a reunion of sorts with my old friends. We’re not getting any younger and who knows when our number will be called. Okay, after the holidays as it’s a busy time right now. <—- Procrastination at it’s finest.
No, I don’t mean the video game – although Paper Boy by Atari was a pretty cool video game.
I’m talking about the real paper boys who used to deliver the afternoon Honolulu Star-Bulletin to your house every day. Back in the day, afternoon newspaper was king. Some people took the morning Honolulu Advertiser, but we were never up to see the morning paper boy. It was the afternoon paper boy that everyone knew.
I remember how I’d be watching cartoons on Checkers & Pogo and I’d hear the “plop” of the afternoon paper being tossed on our steps.
Our paper boy was a red-head kid named Jimmy Olsen. For real! @Lost Hawaiian, you remember the Olsen’s? They used to sell ice cups from their house on Oneawa street? And he loved comics. I remember this one time that we had a paper bag of old comics out in the garage. When Jimmy Olsen delivered our paper, he saw the comics in the bag and while sitting on his bike, he started to read one. When he finished that one, he started reading the next one. I was busy tuned in to the TV, but after about a half hour passed, my dad saw him off his bike, sitting on the garage floor reading all the comics! My dad told him to go deliver the rest of the papers first, then come back and he can read more comics. All the neighbors down the street were probably wondering why the paper was so late that day – while everyone up the street already had theirs. LOL
Remember when the paper boy used to come to collect money for the subscription? He had that 2 big-ring flip binder with the leather cover and back. And inside had pages for each home that he delivered to. And when my mom used to pay him, he’d write a receipt on the little stub, tear it off, and hand it to her. I remember how mom kept all the newspaper subscription receipts in a little Vienna sausage can – in “the rubber-band drawer”. Sometimes the paper boy would come when neither of my parents weren’t home so we had to tell him to come back later – because we had no money.
I remember when @Lost Hawaiian took on a paper route. He had a Schwinn 10-speed “English Racer” and because it didn’t have a goose-neck handle bar, he couldn’t hang the bag that holds all the newspapers. And he didn’t want to look dorky wearing the over-the-head newspaper bag.
So instead, he learned to balance the bundle of newspapers on the bike’s crossbar and delivered the papers that way. And I remember how he used to get the Sunday comics and inserts on Friday and would have to prepare them to be inserted early Sunday morning when the Sunday papers arrived. I always thought that it was weird how the afternoon Star-Bulletin paper boy would have to wake up early on Sunday morning to deliver papers while the morning Advertiser paper boy got to sleep in late.
Did any of you MLCers have a paper route? Or maybe your brothers did because back in the day – delivering papers was a male’s job. Any good paper boy stories to share? I bet the paper boys got nice tips and presents during the holiday season. Share your paper boy stories, experiences, jokes, etc. with us.
It was almost 30 years in the making – and now, the long awaited Greenwood CD is here!
Lost In Paradise
Back in 1985, Greenwood made a 45 rpm single with Sparkle on one side and Cheerleader Strut on the other. Notice how the compilation of their songs are sandwiched in – between these 2 songs from their 45 rpm release? Pretty cool, eh?
Unfortunately, the Cheerleader Strut/Sparkle never caught on back in ’85 so that crushed their dreams of making an LP.
But in 2008, out of the blue – a vintage record shop in Japan wanted to know if there were any of their 45 records still around. Greenwood found 80 records and sold them to the shop. Then a couple of years later, a record broker also wanted to buy any of their records that they had or could locate. Apparently, a popular Japan DJ added “Sparkle” to a Hawaii Break compilation CD in Japan and the song started to catch on – 24 years later.
That rekindled the idea of fulfilling their dream of making an LP. But now, it morphed into a CD.
I’ve had the pleasure of listening to this cd over the past week and it is awesome. Let me first say that the recording quality is excellent! I was talking with Robin Kimura of Greenwood and he was sharing with me how they spent weeks in the recording studio making sure the music was just right. Then they spent days listening to the playbacks and tweaking the sounds. And it’s not like the old days of adjusting only 16 tracks. With today’s digital sounds and technology, you can tweak every single note if you wanted to! Where do you let it end!?!
But they got it just right. When I listen to the cd, the word that comes to mind is: “crisp”. The bass is not too overpowering, the vocals are not too soft, the highs and lows are balanced just right. And the horns sound “crisp”. This cd will sound good on any stereo.
So what about the songs? OMG. Not your regular “cover” tunes. There’s a unique touch to each song that makes it their own. Greenwood doesn’t change the song into some kind of remix. No, they just add their touches here and there. So subtle, yet so Greenwood.
All these songs reminds me of high school days. Especially my favorite – Them Changes! I’m so happy that Greenwood added this song onto their cd. I lobbied for them to play this song at the 70’s Nightclub Reunion – which they did – so maybe I might’ve influenced them – small kine – to get one of my all time favorite songs on their cd. Thanks Greenwood!
Pretty Lady and Summer Sun – 2 songs that was always played at dances. And always jammed the dance floor.
We Were Always Sweethearts and Suavecito - Socials. Dancing in the living room or patio of someone’s house.
Never Can Say Goodbye – Not the Jackson 5 song. This is a special song. A Japanese song that was translated and sung in English. Consider it a Bonus Track.
Damn, this cd should be deemed the official Midlife Crisis Hawaii CD!
Okay, where to get it. As in the link above, you can order the CD from CDBaby or buy the download. But if you can, get the CD. You need to read the liner notes. There’s one paragraph that may sound vaguely familiar.
Also available soon if not already on: Amazon, Shazam, Google Play, and iTunes.
And for over the counter purchases, go to Hungry Ear Records at University Square.
First of all, thank you everyone for sharing your ghostly experiences in the Annual Halloween Ghost Stories post. If you didn’t read the stories and real life experiences shared in the comments, please do so. sally, Kage, Masako, HbH, Mark’75, 4G, and all the other MCLers – great read. In fact, after I read all the stories, it was already late so I went to use the restroom one more time at work before heading home – and I thought I saw a shadow from the corner of my eye. But I knew that it was probably just my mind playing tricks on me – although I may have cut my peeing short and got out of there. LOL Yes, I did wash my hands.
Today’s blog is open to All Things Halloween. Got a good Halloween joke? Favorite Halloween song? Favorite Halloween candy? What costumes did you wear in small-kid-time? Halloween Hi-jinx stories? Anything to do with Halloween.
I want to know – what is the attraction to candy corn?
Paula just loves the stuff! For me, meh. Not something I dig for in the bucket of candy.
Remember when people used to hand out Pixie Stix for Halloween. They didn’t do to good in the Trick-or-Treat bag. By the time you got home, they were bent and about to crack open, so the only thing to do was to eat it right away. And remember the individually wrapped taffy that came in orange and black? Not very appetizing. Nothing beat good ol’ chocolate candy bars. Nestle’s Crunch, Reeses, Milky Way, M&Ms (with peanut). Nothing like a sugar rush before going to sleep.
Neighborhood Haunted Houses – in Kailua, word was that the house on the corner of Oneawa and Olomana was haunted. Something about an organ that used to play by itself. I remember that my brother’s old place – just up the street from where I grew up – had a ghost. Just a kolohe one. Come to think of it, that house is almost lined up with the Olomana one. Hmm, maybe an old Hawaiian trail from the mountains to the beach?
Here’s a Halloween song:
How about a Halloween memory? Remember in elementary school, our homework was to bring in a paper grocery bag (those day, only had paper kine) and we’d cut two eye holes in it and decorate the outside with crayons, and cut up construction paper, and stuff. Then on Halloween day, everyone in the class would put on there paper bag mask and parade around the other classrooms.
And I remember how my dad used to “think out loud” that it should be “Treat or Trick” instead of “Trick or Treat” because you’re asking for a treat so you don’t get a trick played on you. So da kine! It’s like how Jim Leahy during UH Baseball always brings up that it should be called “Run & Hit” instead of “Hit & Run” – because you hit the ball first before the base runner runs. So da kine too, I tell you!
My Halloween costume that I remember – Tweety Bird. Remember how it came in a square box with a clear cellophane window on the box cover to show the mask of the character? Ho, was so hot wearing the mask! And the mask was so close to your face that not only could you not breathe, but your eyes itched as your eyelashes touched the mask every time you blinked. Ok, admit it – who else besides me used to take out the Halloween costume every now and then and put it on around the house – even when it wasn’t Halloween?
Why isn’t Dracula invited to many Halloween parties?
Because he’s a pain in the neck.
Where do baby ghosts go during the daytime?
Edited: Entry from sally – remember the old waxy Trick or Treat goodie bags?
Can you imagine – going to hike the Aiea loop trail and seeing menehune in broad daylight!?! That would be something. At least it’s not night-marchers. And the one that really freaked me out was the Kiona’ole story. Kionaole Road is the road that leads to Koolau Golf Club and is blocked off after the entrance to the golf club. But before the golf club was built there, the road was open to the public. And since we grew up in Kailua, we used to pass by there all the time and we heard all the stories, but never did check it out. Until one night… Our friend, Jon was driving with 5 of us packed in his dad’s car. We heard about a tree on Kionaole Road called “The Blood Tree” and we heard many stories about it. The main story was that if you looked at the tree at night, you could see the devil’s face on it. So, like stupid high school boys – on the way home from town around midnight – we go to check it out. We find the tree located in from the the City & County maintenance yard and see the red paint on the side of the tree. That’s how we knew it was the tree. Jon drove up to the tree and we looked at it but didn’t see anything on it. So we told Jon to try and face his headlights right at the tree. After backing up and repositioning his headlights right at the tree, we all stared at it in silence. Then after about 3 seconds – we all simultaneously said “Okay, I see it! Go! Go!” At that point, Jon turned his wheel and stomped on the gas – and the car sputtered for a brief second, then drove off. Needless to say, we were all freaking out. How do I know that? Because not one word was said until we reached Kailua town. Everyone was playing it back in their minds of what we just saw. It’s was almost like the side of the tree suddenly morphed into a face. A devil’s face.
Word had it too that since the tree is too large to put your arms all the way around it – if you bear hug the tree and put your arms around the tree stretching your hands as far around as you can, you’ll feel something on the other side of the tree grab your hands. No, we didn’t give it a try.
On that same stretch of road, where it travels underneath the Pali highway, there was a place called Thirteen Steps. It was a set of stairs that rose up the mountain side. Word has it that when you climb up the stairs and as you count up to the 13th step – something would happen. We never tried it but some of our friends said that they did. The stairs are blocked with a chain-link fence so a few of them climbed over the fence and started up the stairs. The others sat in the car with the engine running – just in case. As they counted the steps, nothing was happening. But when the counted the 13th step, the bushes started to shake violently and there was a roaring sound – like a wild beast or something. They ran down those stairs and flew over the fence into the waiting car. They told the driver to go, drive off. The driver asked them “But what about all your guys slippers stuck in the fence?“. They said never mind about the slippers – just go!
Oh, going back to the story of Kiona’ole Road. The story said that if you pick the laua’e ferns, bad things can happen to you. I also read stories about the same thing of people picking plants in the Paradise Park parking lot in Manoa and things happening to family members. People getting ill and the doctors can’t diagnose the problem or members of the family even dying. Sometime when they return the plants and give an apology and offering, the troubles stop. And it’s for that reason that I don’t take plants. I want to grow some white ginger and yellow ginger plants, but the hell with going up to the Pali and pulling some ginger roots from the ground. I’ll gladly go to Koolau Farmers and pay for a few potted plants. But I do remember when I was younger, my dad did take us up to jackass ginger and we brought home some ginger cuttings. Luckily, nothing followed us home. Whew!
Rodney Lee is a Baby Boomer - and proud of it. Rodney started the Midlife Crisis blog back in the days of The Honolulu Advertiser and ran it for about 3 years. After The Honolulu Advertiser shut down, Rodney decided to continue his blog here at Midlife Crisis Hawaii. New blog entries are added every Monday and Thursday.
So join Rodney as he reminisces about the good ol' days.
Midlife Crisis Hawaii - where the memories live on.