Thank you, Christine Reed of Basically Books of Hilo, Hawaii for hosting a book talk/signing for my new Echoes of Kapoho. The Reed family has hosted all 15 of my books with the first poetry book in 1970. A gratitude of applause to Big Islanders for shopping local at Basically Books.
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Echoes of Kapoho
Posted in Basically Books, Echoes of Kapoho, Hawaii, Hawaii's Volcanoes, Kapoho, My Books, Uncategorized, Watermark Publishing, tagged Basically Books, Echoes of Kapoho, Watermark Publishing on December 13, 2019| Leave a Comment »
Eh Auntie: The Aloha Spirit
Posted in Aloha Spirit, Elder Care, Hawaii, Uncategorized on June 17, 2019| 8 Comments »
Eh Auntie
If ever you’ve been called old or elderly by the young, there is something precious awaiting you in Hawaii. If you’re lucky, a young local man or woman will address you as “Eh, Auntie.” To be called “Eh, Auntie” takes a lifetime of processing to truly understand its underlying gift.
Remember the horror of being offered senior discounts when you were still in your 40’s or 50’s? I remember feeling such indignities when teenagers called me “Ma’am” in Michigan when I was still in my 30’s, not realizing it was an address of respect. Kindergarteners used to call me “Mommy” by mistake when I first started out as a teacher. That was fine until “Mommy” gradually turned into “Grandma.” Students are that special breed of people who forever keep you young. A sixth grader told me, “Please don’t wear that, you look like my grandma,’ pointing to the pair of eye glasses hanging around my neck. I quickly put my glasses on my head without the strap. When you’re young by numbers, you tend to fall and be captured into the Culture of Youth.
Recently in Hawaii, I was returning my shopping cart to the market when a young local man called, “Eh, Auntie, I’ll take that for you.” And he returned the cart for me. Once at Honolulu airport, a local man stopped me from getting a luggage cart with, “Eh Auntie, save your money. Here, use my cart.” He helped to load my luggage on to my cart. Once again, at the busy Honolulu airport, I stood in the way of someone wheeling a customer for early boarding. She whispered to me from the back, “Auntie, excuse me, can you let us pass? Mahalo, Auntie.” “Auntie” turned her request into such a gentle one. A friend in Hilo shared the following: She took a car load of trash to the local rubbish dump. A local man approached her with, “Eh Aunty, leave ‘um, I’ll take care of that for you,” and he unloaded her trunk of all the trash. When she thanked him, he nonchalantly explained, ‘No worry, Auntie. We take care of our elders.”
For the first time, “Eh Auntie” came to mean what it has always meant in Hawaii, the true Aloha spirit, genuine, untouched, unsophisticated, and real. Each time someone approaches me with “Eh , Auntie,” I know I am being cared for, recognized as someone who may need someone’s hand, am part of humanity and more than anything else, I have returned home to the islands.
Tea and Talk Story:Na Mea Hawaii
Posted in Hawaii, Kapoho: Memoir of a Modern Pompeii, My Books, Na Mea Hawaii, Naka' u Awai, Uncategorized, Wordsworth Dances the Waltz, Wordsworth the Poet, Wordsworth! Stop the Bulldozer, Wordsworth, It's In Your Pocket, Writers, tagged Na Mea Hawaii, Nake'u Awai on April 25, 2019| Leave a Comment »
Island Memoirs Review
Posted in Book Reviews, Hawaii, Kapoho, Uncategorized, Watermark Publishing on April 2, 2019| 2 Comments »
Thank you Mindy Pennybacker for this review that appeared in Sunday’s Honolulu Star/Advertiser. Island Memoirs can be ordered at http://www.bookshawaii.net.
Kapoho Eruption
Posted in Hawaii, Hawaii's Volcanoes, Kapoho, Kapoho: Memoir of a Modern Pompeii, Uncategorized, tagged Hawaii's lava flows, Kapoho on May 23, 2018| Leave a Comment »
Thank you for asking about my Kapoho book: Kapoho: Memoir of a Modern Pompeii.
I was 18 when our town was covered by the same Kilauea Volcano who has returned to the same area. Book is available on Amazon, Watermark Publishers , Barnes & Noble, and other local bookshops. The cover shows the main part of Kapoho: The pool hall, the Nakamura store, and the theater which used generators to show films. My grandmother’s house was one of the first to be totally covered by lava.
Hawaii awaits with snow
Posted in Haiku, Hawaii, Nature, Uncategorized, tagged Haiku Writing, Mauna Kea on February 20, 2018| Leave a Comment »
This was taken from my niece’s backyard where I’ll be staying in Hilo.
Ah – Mauna Kea.
Beautiful Mauna Kea
Awaits my return.
A Near Perfect Haiku Morning
Posted in Haiku, Hawaii, Nature, Sacramento Poetry Center, Uncategorized, tagged Haiku, Hawaii, Poetry, Sacramento Poetry Center on August 5, 2017| 4 Comments »
Hawaiian style morn
Seven blooms on the 5th day.
If only twas May.
8-5-17
Sacramento, CA
Ignorance: Alive and Doing Well in Sacramento
Posted in Hawaii, My Rants About Something, Racism, Uncategorized, tagged Meaning of Aloha, Racism in Sacramento on March 1, 2017| 2 Comments »
As soon as I took a seat in the waiting room, a man looked at me and this is our conversation:
Man: Where were you born?
Me: Born and raised in Hawaii.
Man: Hawaii. Those people are the most negative.
Me: Negative?
Man: In Hawaii, what do you say to people when you leave?
Me: Aloha?
Man: What do you say when you meet someone?
Me: Aloha?
Man began to explain his views on how these two words were soooo native-like and I wasn’t even in a grass skirt with a bone through my nose.
I was called in for my appointment so I looked at him and said, “Aloha.”
I wish I had said the following:
- There’s another meaning of Aloha. We say Aloha when we want to say Butt Off, Idiot.
- I was born on one of those newly found planets.
- On a bed, on clean sheets.
Hawaii’s aloha to sugar plantations in NY Times
Posted in Hawaii, Uncategorized, tagged Hawai'i's Aloha to Sugar Plantation, Lawerence Downes on January 17, 2017| 2 Comments »
Hawaii residents…another end to one of our Hawai’ian history. Journalist Lawrence Downes’ mother is from Pepeekeo.
As a child, on sleepless nights, I felt comforted by the sounds of the sugar cane trucks hauling cane, feeling I wasn’t the only one awake. This has ended.
Sounds of Old Plantation Days
I miss the sound of the cane trucks tonight
Hauling cane through old sugar towns.
Not the bounce and rattles of the empties,
As they head back to the fields
Over the twists of narrowing country roads.
It’s the dull muffled thump of trucks
Laden with tons of fresh cut sticky cane
That pass my silent, sleepless nights.
I’m not alone on these nights,
In company of faces sitting high
In darkened cabs, the glow of half-burnt cigarets
Hanging from their lips like summer lanterns.
frances kakugawa