Growing up on the windward side, this is how we’d often seen the late afternoons. The sun shining it rays up above the Koolau mountain range, signifying another end to the day.
Sunday Afternoons were the complete opposite of Saturday Mornings. Instead of happy-happy, joy-joy that the weekend was beginning, Sunday Afternoons meant that the weekend was closing and I had to dread another week (which felt like a month) of school until the next happy-happy, joy-joy feeling.
I remember that when I started working, Sunday was my only day off and after church, I’d catch the bus to Ala Moana Center to meet up with a girl that I was seeing. Then after spending the day together and came 4:00 – which is when the mall used to close on Sundays – we’d say our good-byes and I’d catch the bus back home. I recall going though the downtown area and seeing the streets deserted. Such a difference than the hustle and bustle of Saturday Morning. And as the bus would head up into Nuuanu, the late afternoon rains would start falling – making sure that Nuuanu remained green.
Then when I finally got home, I remember falling onto my bed and passing out in a matter of seconds. Then about an hour later, I’d hear the familiar closing theme from Let’s Go Fishing playing on the TV – that was my cue to wake up because I’d been sleeping for an hour.
Sometimes my brother and his family would come over for Sunday dinner or we’d go over to his house to celebrate one of my niece’s birthdays or a holiday dinner. Then it was time to come home and get ready for another month (week) of school.
Later when we had cars – Sunday was our surf day. My best memories was after a day of surfing on the North shore, the ride back home to Kailua. Naturally, we’d be coming back on the Windward route. Cecilio and Kapono’s first album would be playing on the tape deck. The drive back was nice and cool in the shadows of the Koolau mountain range. The winding road made it so simple to fall asleep – but that wouldn’t be fair for the driver. Nor safe. So we stayed away singing to C&K tunes.
“Gonna be a Sunday party in the country, it can be a lifetime party – you and me”
When we finally got back to my friend’s house where all our cars were parked, we’d hang out for a while. My friend (Shoyu Burner) had one of those houses that was very warm and inviting. One of those homes where everyone hung out. It was a simple house, and in the back was just an open concrete area with a few weather-beaten Adorondack chairs. Those chairs were so comfortable. Sitting in the cool early evening air while the sky turns from blue to orange to violet. The tall coconut trees swaying in the distance. After all, this was in Coconut Grove. And we’d be all laid-back, burned out from a full day of surfing.
Sometimes, we’d fire up the charcoal grill and cook up anything we could find. I remember when Shoyu Burner and his brother came out from the kitchen with some chicken that they threw on the grill. The chicken tasted so good right off the hibachi. I asked them what was on this chicken. That was my first taste of Lemon-Pepper.
Of course, once we turned 18 years old – then the “beer colas” came out and it got really laid back. One of the neatest things was that it was under the open sky. A simple patio in the back yard – open to all the elements. The cool breeze, the changing colors of the sky, the twinkling of the first star. And because it was so outdoors, once it got too dark – we all went home.
By then, we were either finishing up college or working already. It meant that it was time to get ready for another week of hard work.
Sunday Afternoons turning into Sunday night. It was so depressing for me because I hated going to school. Watching the Wonderful World of Disney and the Ed Sullivan Show meant that the weekend was coming to an end. Then seeing Carol Burnette tug on her earlobe signified that the weekend was officially over and it was time to say good-night.
What are your Sunday Afternoon memories?