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50 Years - Memories: September '09 pg 1

September 8, 2009

Nuk, that 'poorly lit' downtown room might have been in the YWCA building on Richards St...
a lot of weekly dances were held there... hopefully it wasn't a building on N. Hotel St.
Remember seeing those X-ray devices in old magazine articles... never knew we had them here.

Andra, you may want to look at this site:
Otherwise, maybe Manny has come up with some other (non-useless) ideas... also sounds like
your husband and Manny may have a common interest in hobbies - woodworking.

Shinty, I remember Ricky as a terrific artist in school but didn't know he does it professionally
now... used to look over his shoulder and watch him draw in class.

Roy, hope you weren't a pilot while in the Air Force... unless your skills really improved beyond
what Nuk was teaching you with those RC planes... now had he taught you 'Jacks'... ...



----- Original Message -----
From: Robert Nukushina
To: hal
Sent: Monday, September 07, 2009 8:00 PM
Subject: Re: 50 Years - memories

The reunion will be an all day affair to relive our childhood again.
First, there will be an all hands Jacks Competition.
You people who can't play Jacks because your creaking bones won't allow yourselves to sit on
cold concrete for two hours, will have to go pick mountain apples and if you survive,
you'll also have to pick Hozoki's.
You will want to do well at Jacks because losers will have to collect eggs for our breakfast
from the chickens we're going to roast for dinner,
then Betty/Roy will instruct you to snap the necks of the chickens
and June will instruct others to defeather and slice them up.
All the runners up will gather and fry coqui frogs for poopoos.
Roy will butcher his soul to eat sashimi chicken heads with hanabata eggs so we'll waste nothing.
First prize will be one of my water color paintings, second prize will be ten of my water color paintings;
well, got to get rid of what doesn't sell at the fund raiser.
I'm losing my taste for chicken.

Elsie, I googled Target and Toys-R-Us for Jacks and turned up nothing, but it's available on Amazon.

I didn't know Betty, but I was aware she had many nick names.
I think "Kitten" was the last one I remembered from school, and I haven't gotten used to the latest one.
We were in the same 4th grade class but I didn't to talk to her because I thought she was the bookish type.
I actually "met" Betty at a "dance" in high school during senior year.
Moriyama called me up and asked me if I wanted to go to a "dance".
I think this was in the downtown area in a bldg on the 2nd floor, in a poorly lighted room.
It seems a small group of KHS girls (6-8) had finished a project early and wanted to dance.
I believe June and Ardel was there but it's been too long too remember.
I think they were blowing up green and gold balloons, and cutting green and gold ribbons (just kidding,
but they didn't want to talk about their special project though, probably another caper).
I also didn't think she was a cold blooded chicken killer type until now.
Of course, getting left hanging off a flag pole, I'd want to snap a few necks too.
A couple of her emails and I've learned so much.

Does anyone remember those X-ray shoe fitting devices?
It was a finished wood console with a slot on the bottom to slide your feet in and at the top was a large black
plastic/rubber viewer to wrap around the eyes to block out outside light.
I remember using them once but I wasn't tall enough to view my own shoes so my parents did it for me. T
here sure were some dangerous devices when we were young.

----- Original Message -----
From: ManuWahine
To: hal
Sent: Monday, September 07, 2009 5:31 PM
Subject: Re: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 9 / 7 / 09 update )

Hi Hal (Harold) or whoeva?
This is Andra (Dean) Vincent.
Just wanted to comment on Manny's note about the coqui frogs.
We are moving to the Puna area of the Big Island in the next month or two (hopefully)
and need ideas on how to keep the coqui frogs at a distance, if possible?
We are moving to the HPP subdivision.
My husband always wanted to move to the Big Island and now that both of us have retired,
we are making the move.
My husband does woodwork (ukulele and other wood crafts as a hobby and/or for gifts).
He started doing woodwork when he was recovering from colon cancer and he is now cancer free - hooray!
He is also a great cook, which is not good for the waistline, his and mine. I, on the other hand am a lazy bum.
I worked for State Farm Ins until I retired a couple of years ago and now I just concentrate on my 30 birds and dog.
Most of our grandkids live too far away but we do visit them as often as we can.
I have been reading all of your memories and my mind is a total blank.
My family lived between 14th and 15th on Harding Ave.
Those side roads had great hills for skating down. We sure had fun in those good ole days.
Our kids and grandkids are missing out, for sure.
I did attend Alliiolani Elem school until 4th grade, then Star of the Sea intermediate until 8th grade
and Kaimuki HS from 9th to 12th.
My sister, Cynthia, decided to attend Kailua HS for her senior year. We both graduated in 1960.
I do remember some of your names but my memory banks have never been the sharpest.
Just keep up your newsy notes and keep me posted on any ideas about those pesky coqui frogs.
Andra (Dean) Vincent

----- Original Message -----
From: richard shintaku
To: 'Hal'
Sent: Monday, September 07, 2009 1:37 PM
Subject: RE: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 9 / 7 / 09 update )

Hal, Another artist is Ricky Nakamura. He paints commercially. Shinty

----- Original Message -----

From: Roy Okano
To: Hal
Sent: Monday, September 07, 2009 8:07 AM
Subject: Re: Fw: 50 Years - memories

AHA! Now I know why Bob is the way he is; too much sniffing paint dope. It rots the brain.
Fortunately, he has a lot of spare gray cells to go around.
Bob "taught" me to fly U-control. I was the only one who could consistently land my plane on its nose.
I also read the rules and I did my "controlled crashes" perfectly. Even managed to break a few propellers.

September 7, 2009

Hah ! There you go Elsie, June just proved it... we're not twins... since we were brought up together.

Like they say Elsie... age before beauty.

Yep Manny, Bing may not be the 'killer' type but she's certainly more resilient than you might think.
You're right about reaching out to the students of today... I've already brought that up at a committee meeting
and to other classmates here in a previous email... not much more I can do but see if they pick up on it.

Elsie, as I understand it, Manny actually recreates old Hawaiian weapons from wood and other material...
not for sale but for use in instructional talks to coincide with his Tsunami presentations.
Hoh Manny, bet you would like that... a Jacks competition at the reunions.

Roy, it's actually a matter of perception and conditioning... in an environment of perhaps not encouragement
but maybe acceptance, one invariably, over time, does the same through indoctrination... much like:
dog-eating... seafood that's consumed while live... horsemeat... etc... we accepted what we saw because
it simply was 'acceptable'... note that I don't recall my actual involvement, just observation.
I'm sure there are many others here who have the same feelings/principles as you do and welcome an advocate.
Remember, an artist without emotion is like a butcher without a soul... or something like that : )
I'd forgotten about Rico Dairies, having lived close to Meadow Gold / Dairymen's... we got our milk covers
from home deliveries and stores but occasionaly someone in the neighborhood was able to 'procure'
a stack of brand new covers much like you.

Ahh the good old days... milk covers, marbles/agates, clank of glass milk bottles being delivered early in
the morning, iceman delivering ice blocks, grocery peddler's truck with the small 'goodies' section...
so many memories... so much that the kids today have missed out on.


----- Original Message -----
From: June Yanazawa Kobayashi
To: Hal
Sent: Monday, September 07, 2009 6:39 AM
Subject: RE: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 9 / 6 / 09 update )

Hal and Elsie … did you know that in Japan the twin born second is considered older than the one born first?
Something about being conceived first and therefore being higher up in the womb.
Also, back around the time when we were born, twins were not kept together and one was given to another family to raise.
I don’t know if the reason was financial or otherwise but I do know a few persons in Japan,
including my husband’s sister, who were born twins and raised apart.

----- Original Message -----
From: Elsie Oshiro Kaneshiro
To: Hal
Sent: Sunday, September 06, 2009 1:58 PM
Subject: Re: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 9 / 6 / 09 update )

Harold, I made sure what the time was when I shoved you aside and said "Girls first!"


----- Original Message -----
From: manuel mattos jr
To: hal
Sent: Sunday, September 06, 2009 12:39 PM
Subject: RE: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 9 / 6 / 09 update )

Betty, if I remember you well, you didn't look like the type to kill a chicken.
I guess you are tougher then you looked.
Never judge a person, they will always surprise you .
We had chickens and ducks.
I would kill and clean their feathers at the same time. I'm not telling , top secret.
Now I need to learn how to kill a pig, cow, even my wif'e's two dogs.
What you said about people in Washington, even Capital Hill, wanting to grow their food, even chicken.
Makes me feel that we are in big problem, there in river city.
We need to get rid of all those chickens and start over.
I need to hear from more of our classmates. They must have more stories like Betty.
Not prying but what does or did your husband do in Washington. Sounds like he had an interesting job.
Remember you all, what I say is only useless info, anyway.
Hal , we need to talk more about what would be best, not only for our class but also for the students at KHS now.
It is our responsibility to them.
Well i have to go outside and kill some coqui frogs.
Betty could you let us know what's happening in Washington, all the inside info about all those chickens.
You all have a nice day, Manny
P.S. if you all don't know what a coqui frog is, it is a small frog about 1in. long
that is driving everyone nuts on the big island.
The male frog calls out all night in a loud sound looking for a female.
If only the female frogs would answer, they would shut up.
They came here from Puerto Rico. No natural enemies in Hawaii.
Maybe with all the killing skills from our class, we can make that one of our projects.
Hope you all think that idea will fly. There I go again, another useless idea. Manny

----- Original Message -----
To: Hal
Sent: Sunday, September 06, 2009 12:22 PM
Subject: Re: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 9 / 6 / 09 update )

Manny: You are a perfect example of the saying "never too late".
Very proud of your complishments and I'm sure you feel the same.
So, you are already involved in craft fairs.....would love to see your artistic talents,
as I'm sure everyone would also love to see the many talents of our classmates.
In a previous email, Pearl had shown interest in a craft fair at one or both of upcoming reunions.
Guess until the committee sends out a "feeler", won't know how many would be interested in participating.
BTW, are jacks still being sold in the toy departments? Nuk, would you like to organize a jacks competition?
Bet you would win and become the Jacks Champ! Talk to all soon, Elsie Tanaka Ayers

----- Original Message -----
From: Roy Okano
To: Hal
Sent: Sunday, September 06, 2009 9:17 AM
Subject: Re: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 9 / 6 / 09 update )

I don't eat whole eggs unless I have to; restaurants. I use Egg Beaters or similar.
Some restaurants do give you the option, but charge for it; another example of more for less. Enough about eggs.

You guys are cruel; humans are cruel. My grandfather used to snap the necks of chickens and they seemed to die quickly.
I can't watch animals being abused or killed.
A friend bought a pellet rifle and started shooting birds for the hell of it.
Luckily, he was a lousy shot; couldn't hit a tin can at 60 yards.
One day he shot a pigeon and left it dying on the ground.
I told him aren't you going to finish it off and not let it suffer. He said no.
I grabbed his rifle and realized it was a single shot.
Not having any pellets, I had to smash the pigeons head to put it out of it's misery. I actually wanted to smash his head.
Funny how things happen; several months later, he got shot "accidentally" in the thign and almost bled to death.
The worst I've seen was the killing of a pig and letting it live long enough so its heart can pump out the blood
for the making of some kind of blood pudding.
All the people around laughed and "cheered" as they collected the blood in a pan.
I thought to myself, I hope they all suffer the same fate.

Jacks? I thought it was a girl's game. It does take a lot of eye-hand coordination.
I remember watching girls do around-the-world, where you bounce the ball and pick up a jack and circle the ball while it is still in the air.
Then you place the jack in your other hand and continue again to pick up the next jack.
I used to play marbles. "Lay in", "Bambulla", "Spam/span" , "Chase".
We used to carry marbles in our pockets and from time-to-time they would fall out of our pockets and roll across the room.
Nobody admitted to it's being their marble. The teacher picked it/them up and put it in her desk drawer.
Once, I dropped a beautiful "puree" and went to see the teacher after school to get it back.
She scolded and lectured me. She never gave it back to me.
Same thing with milk covers. Taped 2-3 together for the "kini".
My neighhor used to work for Rico Dairy and brought home a container-full of brand new milk covers for the neighborhood kids.
They were too stiff to play with. Had to soak them in water to soften them before using them.
Kids today don't experience the fun we used to have with the little we had.

Hal, you might want to edit this before posting or don't post at all. I get emotional at times and tend to become an advocate of sorts.


September 6, 2009

Believe me Nuk, the saying 'like a chicken without a head' has a different/added meaning
for those who have actually seen it... we used to do the same with some of the chickens...
upside down with slit throats... but with a metal container hooked to the slit to capture
the drip... this would be saved for the customers who made a special request for the
contents... the donors never struggled or made a sound... well you know, with a slit throat...
sorry... there went breakfast for some of you again.
Yeah but Elsie, you have to think about it, if we had been born just on either side of midnight...
we could have been born on different days... would that mean we wouldn't be 'calendar'
twins ? You would have been just 'old sister' to me... actually you already are : )



----- Original Message -----
From: Robert Nukushina
To: hal
Sent: Saturday, September 05, 2009 9:22 PM
Subject: Re: 50 Years - memories

Harold, I haven't seen chickens running around without their heads but I was curious to see one;
makes me wonder where their brains are.
It reminds me of politicians, and we all know where their brains are.
My aunt/uncle used to tie the legs together and hang them on a rack with hooks,
slit their throats and let the blood drain into a confined ditch; they did that to their chickens too.

In the 70s people were discouraged from eating raw eggs because of Salmonella,
but I've eaten tamago rice a couple times since.
The chance of food poisoning is small but still there.
To avoid cholesterol, I have my eggs, "Eggs over medium.".
I eat only the egg white and peel off the white from the top and bottom of the yolk with a fork.
Most restaurants use Egg Beaters which is both pasteurized and no cholesterol,
so I have no problem eating scrambled eggs or omelets daily on places like cruise ships.
You can also pasteurize your own eggs just to be safe if you want to use them raw.
Roy, just to make it comfortable for you, I'll call it hanabata rice.

Elsie, I used to think only girls played Jacks, and I was the only boy in the neighborhood to do so.
Well, it takes great coordination and skill so I can't knock it.
Now I'm able to eat ice cream cones without mashing it in my forehead.
If it wasn't Cherry Blossom Queen, it must have been some UH multicultural function Vivian was in then?

----- Original Message -----
From: Elsie Kaneshiro
To: Hal
Sent: Saturday, September 05, 2009 1:13 PM
Subject: Re: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 9 / 5 / 09 update )

Eh Harold (have a hard time calling you Hal), get the facts straight -
I am 35 minutes older, so respect your elder,
and you only stayed longer before you popped out
so you could get the curly eyelashes & curly hair.


September 5, 2009

Bing, your story of the headless chicken reminded me of the may times we experienced similar things...
and yes, those buggers do run around for a long time without a head... ducks last even longer... hours
sometimes... we also raised turkeys at one time... would have hated to and didn't see any big headless
turkeys running around back then... sorry, everybody have breakfast yet ?
Manny, yep, 'nough about jacks already... brings back memories of having had to play jacks with 3 older
sisters as a little kid when I couldn't play outdoors... you realize if you had someone to push you and
you had applied yourself you could have been Professor Mattos ? Regardless, looking forward to your
talk in October here at the Royal Hawaiian.
Elsie, yeah the other Elsie claims to be my twin.. and a 1/2 hour older... so I wasn't there and can't confirm.



From: Bradshaw, Betty Ing
To: Hal
Sent: Friday, September 04, 2009 11:39 AM
Subject: RE: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 9 / 3 / 09 update )

Hi everyone,

Ah, memories of chickens.

I had no idea anybody else raised chickens, not even June’s family and I was over at her house a lot.
As a child I missed a lot of things that were going on around me that I am only finding out because of your memories.

We also raised chickens just for our own use.
My first job was to gather the eggs for breakfast.

My next job was to feed the chickens.
We fed them vegetable table scraps as well as chicken feed that came in cloth bags.
Whatever they didn’t eat went into the compost pile along with the chicken manure.
The compost was pure gold.
Our many mango trees, the litchi tree, the banana trees, the papaya trees, the lemon bushes, and lime bushes,
the fig trees, the avocado pear tree, and the whole vegetable garden thrived.

Hal and Roy, the visual brought back a memory of a favorite dinner from my Batchan (Japanese grandma).
It was a raw egg whisked with shoyu dumped on a bowl of steaming rice.
I stopped eating it decades ago because I heard that the cholesterol from eggs was bad for me.
I forgot about this dish and now I am afraid to try the raw egg with shoyu on hot rice.

When I got older my next job was killing and dressing the chickens.
My mother couldn’t do it because she would faint.
My mother could not stand to see anything killed. (She went to see a bull fight on her vacation in Spain.
At the end, the matadors stick their knives into the bull.
When she saw this she turned beet red, passed out, and had to be rushed to the emergency room).
One day my Popo (Chinese grandma) said she was too old to kill chickens for us and I had to do the job
or there would be no chicken for our family dinner.

The first time I didn’t tie the legs tight, so with its head cut off the chicken ran around the whole yard spurting blood.
I was chasing it and finally caught up with it when it keeled over.
I seem to recall my brother falling on the ground laughing.
It made me so mad I was determined to get it right.

Eventually, I learned to tie the legs together tightly.
Then I learned to drain all the blood by hanging the chicken upside down to drain.
I never liked blood in a cooked chicken so I stood there for a long, long time to try to get all the blood out of the chicken.
Decades later I learned that one of the main features of “kosher” chicken is it is drained of all blood.
If my husband had to do any of this, he would have become a vegetarian

After I dipped the chicken into the boiling water I would pluck out the feathers.
I would bag up the chicken feathers for my grandmother to make pillows.
Now I wish I had learned how to do that. I don’t even know how she cleaned the feathers or how she dried them.

Almost 30 years ago I tried to talk my husband Hank into letting me keep two chickens in the back yard
of our townhouse just for organic eggs.
He told me it was illegal to keep poultry on Capitol Hill.
Today because of the bad economy and the green movement,
keeping chickens in the back yard is gaining popularity again.
According to a recent article in the Washington Post newspaper, throughout the US jurisdictions
are beginning to roll back laws to make it legal again.
I am waiting for DC to make it legal and for my husband to agree.
I’m sure the former will happen well before the latter.
He is a city boy who has never lived anywhere near a rural area.

----- Original Message -----
From: manuel mattos jr
To: hal
Sent: Friday, September 04, 2009 11:15 AM
Subject: RE: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 9 / 4 / 09 update )

manny here, I'm sitting reading your comments and laughing.
Can't believe you all talking and learning about playing jacks.
Is this one of the signs that we should look for that tell us we are getting old, hope not.
I hate playing jacks.
Elsie, T. yep, that was my problem in high school, I studied what i needed too just to grad
That's what happen when you don't have any parents pushing you to learn.
It was only after i retired, at age 50, that i started to study and learn what i loved most, science ,
mainly endangered endemic Hawaiian species of wood from the dryland forest and the science of Tsunami's,
At our age, if a tsunami is coming we can't run as fast as we use too, just keep on playing jacks and wait for the waves.
The idea of a craft fair sounds ok, only thing, where and how many persons and when,
At 50 yrs , maybe we can go back to khs, and talk to the students about our 50yrs, then and now.
Students like to know about that. It will give them a opportunity to look into their future.
I'm sure the school would welcome our input, as long as we don't talk about jacks.
I would be part of the craft fair with my Hawaiian weapons that i make.
Well I have to get ready and pack my truck, going to a Made in Hawaii Craft fair
at the Waikoloa Beach Marriott Resort & Spa, this weekend.
god bless and stay in good health, manny

----- Original Message -----
To: Hal
Sent: Friday, September 04, 2009 7:08 AM
Subject: Re: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 9 / 4 / 09 update )

Hi, Hal....gosh, your site is getting busier and with Nuk's memory bank, takes me several days to read all.
Nuk, I don't believe you remembered so much about playing Jacks, bet you were good at it.
And, yes, golf balls were the best with the best bounce.
Roy: Seda and I actually discussed how you were going to transport your paintings.
Can't possibly display your entire collection, so suggest that you bring enough to display then have a portfolio
(photos) of your entire inventory, with prices and have forms printed for special orders.
Everyone interested in taking part in this craft fair should have ample time to stock up on their crafts.

Nuk: For someone with so many stored memories, such a shame that you haven't attended any of the reunions.
You've piqued everyone's curiosity that we are looking forward to seeing you at the next reunion in 10/10/10.
P.S. BTW, it was me who ran for Cherry Blossom Queen, but Viv who should have instead,
as I never made it to the finals. Elsie T. P.P.S. Harold, isn't Elsie Oshiro your twin?


----- Original Message -----
From: Robert Nukushina
To: hal
Sent: Friday, September 04, 2009 3:55 AM
Subject: Re: 50 Years - memories

Harold, I didn't think Elsie was in our 4th grade class but I wasn't sure, but she was in your 5th and 6th grade classes.
BTW, it was Robert Broome, our classmate victim of Kill a Haole Day I mentioned earlier, also in our Bailey's class.
(Naomi Kuramoto misspelled in email list.)

Hey Roy, yes Tamago Rice/Meshi.
If Elsie liked it, it must be good cause the guys don't know what's good unless the gals say it's good.
No, the egg didn't cook in the hot rice.

Elsie, I'm very glad you wrote in.
I enjoy reading all these memories, and remembering all the little things in our lives that we used to enjoy,
but long forgotten.
There must be tons more memories that our other classmates have that we haven't heard from yet.
I hope more would write in. I enjoy reading our adventures even if not school related.
I mean Harold falling asleep in a chicken coop while playing Hide-N-Seek?
I thought his attention span was better than that.
Our generation was a lucky one being just ahead of the baby boomers.
I also remember Clarence Shibuya as a 'silly' boy in 6th grade, but guys can't say that about other guys,
for fear of getting beat up by a silly boy after they grow up.
When Robert Moriyama stayed with me in the late 60s when he had classes on the base where I worked,
he had said Shibuya, bulked up and was a different guy.
Bulked Up!?! Scratch my comment about him being a silly boy.
I remember all the girls you mentioned (we sure had a lot of cute girls at KHS, didn't we?),
and had classes with some of them.
Didn't Vivian run for Cherry Blossom Queen in the early 60s?
I took a few pictures of her but I think I left most of my pictures back home when I left so they are gone.
I'll have to mention Naomi Kuramoto because I remember her well.
I met Naomi during lunch recess (7th grade).
She just came up to me and starting talking, like she did to many boys.
She was very charming, well dressed, and comfortable to talk to.
Initially we talked often during, until she settled down to only the boys worth talking to.
Then, I was free at last, free at last (just kidding).
Then in KHS at a dance, for an ice breaker, we were all given a business size card piece of paper.
We had to go up to the species of the opposite sex and tell them their full names,
and the first one to do so correctly wins the other's paper.
The object was to gain the most paper pieces. Naomi already had a few pieces when she came up to me.
Being a gentleman, I let her guess my name; I thought she would win anyway since she should know all the boys.
I don't know what the prize was, maybe a fist full of white paper, nor can I remember who won.
That's the last I remember seeing her.
The last thing I want to be is popular; besides, Harold is 1000X times more charming,
and I don't plan on attending Charm School.
I'm afraid I might disappoint the girls because I only remember what I remember,
and spent most of my time at KHS with the underclassmen because I didn't take the college prep courses,
hoping to float by and attend Kapiolani Tech and become Harold's helper. It didn't turn out that way.
Frankly, I haven't thought of attending the reunions.
The last thing I want to do is engage in staring contests with people who can't remember me. LOL

Speaking of Naomi's. We had a lot of Naomi classmates. I had a class with or spoke to:

Naomi Izuno
Naomi Kobayashi
Naomi Kuniyuki
Naomi Kuramoto
Naomi Nelson
Any others?

Raynor, your game rage is my slight exaggeration of your aggressiveness when you do engage in a game
that wasn't supposed to be quite so physical.
For me, it seemed out of character, but deep down inside what I thought was our future supreme court justice
in a green and gold robe, was a regular guy. It warmed my heart.
Dang, I would have enjoyed seeing you Raynor.
Hopefully, next time if the timing is right, when you're in the area again.
I vaguely remember those pod shooters. What plant are they from?
Glenn Miyashiro's house had a lichee tree in the front yard, and his back neighbor had a macadamia nut tree in his yard.
We used to pick the overhanging nuts in Glenn's yard but the owner used to get so pissed off.
You know, the owner swearing in Chinese sounds the same as regular Chinese so we didn't pay attention to him.
We used to crack the nuts in a vise because using a hammer was too dangerous.
Glenn used to bake the nuts in the oven for us.
My back neighbor had this huge avocado tree with a large canopy. In those days, we used to call avocados, 'pears'.
These were those huge avocados which we referred to as "butter pears" somewhat curved tear drop shaped
like those pod shooters you mentioned.
I imagine the islands still have them and may be nothing special, but we don't get stuff of that quality here.
I used to pick the avocados hanging in my yard from their very long stems when they were ripe,
cut one in half, and spoon it out with a little sugar and eat it like that.
There were no veins, just clean light yellow inside.
I had a lot of friends with mango trees so they were always available.
We use to eat the common mango with either w/shoyu or the pepper/salt/(sugar?) mix.
Glenn had a short wave radio set up and I assume he had a license because he knew Morse code
and I believe that's a requirement for a license.
I hate to think about Raynor and Glenn getting together as mad scientists.
They would probably figure out how to produce a Black Hole without telling their parents, and we'd be all gone today.
Glenn wanted to make rocket motors.
So we made up this gunpowder like mixture (potassium nitrate, charcoal, and sugar) which is slow burning,
but nonetheless dangerous.
We would cut apart tin cans to make a small metal tube for a body to match the carbon disc size that came out
of the dry cells to be used as a thrust nozzle on one end and a wood dowel on the other end.
We had set it up in a vise to test it.
I was at the work bench doing something and they didn't tell me they were going to set it off.
I heard this hissing, and I turned around to see all these bodies running off like they've seen a ghost.
I was caught between the work bench and the rocket motor, and life just beyond it.
I didn't want to jump over it because, bad timing and I'd be a seven octave soprano.
The tin body turned from cherry red to yellow and I felt the radiant heat.
I thought it was going to explode but it burned out of fuel. Now I know why NASA has count downs.
Being close to the action, I was the expert now.
No apologies, just a lot of laughter and questions from the boys; Did it have enough thrust?
What did you see? Do you think it will work?
I expected more apropo questions like: Did your life flash before you? Dang kids!
One of my first projects right out of school, at Point Mugu was to design a rocket test stand for a rocket motor.
I went inside the launch bunker and watched the tests on TV.
Oh yes, limu was my favorite sea grass. I liked it in namasu with taco.
I guess I'll mention my own first shocking incident here.
My dad used to work at a dry cleaning/ laundry place in Kaimuki and after he quit,
he use to visit them from Manoa from time to time.
They showed him a new appliance, an electric adding machine.
My eyes were only about level to the counter so I couldn't see the top of the machine in bare feet.
I touched the bottom of it and my whole body shook and my visor was jumbled.
Then I touched it again, same thing.
In a crazy way, I enjoyed it, but I didn't say anything to my dad because of my ignorance.
The same thing happened on our next visit and I did tell my dad, hey touch here, you'll enjoy it.
Well, I was being shocked and didn't know it. What a country jack! My dad informed the owner.
The next visit, that area was under a thin layer of water because of a machine leak.
Only years later did I realize what could have happened if the sequence of events was a little different.

Harold, Pearl; I'm not sure what you mean Harold, but those metal jacquesamathings are known as jacks so.....
I suspect the game of Jacks is played with variations like the Hearts card game; everybody has their own rules.
I'm no expert on the game, I just played it to placate my younger sister.
We used a golf ball because it was lively on a concrete floor and had a consistent bounce.
We used ten jacks. We did what I'll call twenty tasks.
We played it two different ways depending on the amount of players.
1. If you lose your turn, you picked up where you left off at your next turn;
or 2. Start all over from the beginning, the way my sister wanted to play to keep me there forever.
The first ten tasks were done with one hand and play is continuous; no stopping at any time;
no picking your nose or scratching your butt.
You play by tossing the ball up, let it bounce, then catch it.
You pick up the correct number of jacks between the toss and the catch.
The first ten tasks are easy to remember. 1st: pick up one jack at a time until ten is in hand.
Before the next task, you toss the ball as usual and drop the jacks without touching the floor;
this step is very important because it determines how difficult the next task can be if jacks stack
on themselves or are spread too far apart so one needs to control the drop.
2nd: pick up two jacks at a time.
And so on, and so forth. From 11th to 20th, I can't remember.
But here are, examples: a. Pick up one jack, then two, then three, then four.
b. Place non playing hand down on floor, palm down but not flat.
You'll be sliding jacks in the natural opening between the index and thumb.
It may be one or more jacks together, and one or more times during one ball bounce.
c. Non playing hand cupped, palm up.
You'll be picking up jacks similarly, one or more jacks, one or more times during one bounce
and placing them in the cupped hand.
d. You'll be picking up jacks, then revolve your hand around the ball after it bounces.
I can't remember anymore. One can make up stuff, and make your own rules like real kids do.
That's why kidhood was so great. No gov'ment rules to tell you how to do things. No taxes either.
Now using a bean bag instead of a ball means you have to be really fast.


----- Original Message -----
To: Hal
Sent: Thursday, September 03, 2009 11:26 AM
Subject: Re: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 9 / 3 / 09 update )

Raynor: I stand corrected, you are absolutely right, those balloon flowers were called "hozoki".

Pearl: I didn't know you grew up on the Big Island. I also lived on the Hamakua Coast and Hilo for 20 yrs.
Did a lot of camping and fishing while the kids were growing up...
sure miss those times, where everyone had a victory gardens and exchanged vegetables/fruits with neighbors.
We even raised a wild pig as a pet, but it was eventually consumed when he started attacking our dogs.
Pearl, hope the craft fair becomes a reality as it is something different and sure would like to know
who's into crafts and what kind.
Seda is excited about it and sure many classmates are creatively talented.
The fee paid for the crafter's space would pay the rental of the room.
A percentage of sales or donation would be going into reunion treasury.
Pearl, the way I remember playing Jacks was with a total of 10.
Object was to pick up l jack, 2 jacks with each bounce of the ball, etc until you were able to pick up all 10
with one bounce of the ball.
( When picking up 10 jacks, I remember bouncing the ball as high as I could so you'd have more time to grab
all 10 before ball came down to catch).
If you missed along the way, ball would be passed to next player.

Manny, wished I knew you on the Big Island. You were so natually funny in school,
was quite surprised that you became a DR Manny.
Glenn Todd was my husband's classmate, also knew Clyde Castro, Mitchell Kanehailua, Solomon Malani
and several others on the police force.
Talk to all soon, Elsie T.


----- Original Message -----
From: Bradshaw, Betty Ing
To: Hal
Sent: Thursday, September 03, 2009 10:48 AM
Subject: RE: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 9 / 3 / 09 update )


Here is a website on how to play “Jacks”.

Hope it helps.


----- Original Message -----
From: Pearl.Shimooka Mori
To: Roy
Cc: Hal ; Muriel; Chester; Roger
Sent: Thursday, September 03, 2009 3:21 PM
Subject: Re: Donations

Over the years when we asked for donations, it was understood the funds were not to fund the reunions,
but to keep the classmates notified of our activities (i.e. stationary, stamps, envelopes, etc)
Your idea for donation recipients is good - we should discuss at our next meeting.
Prior pleas for donations were for this reason only - to assist in expenses arising to put on our reunions.


----- Original Message -----
From: Roy Okano
To: Pearl.Mori
Cc: Hal ; Muriel; Chester; Roger
Sent: Thursday, September 03, 2009 3:06 PM
Subject: Re: Donations

Donations from those who can't or don't attend the reunion(s)
will have to be convinced that the money collected will not all go to fund the reunions.
Perhaps a percentage should be donated to the KHS alumni fund or given to KHS
to purchase some needed supply or equipment.


----- Original Message -----
From: Pearl.Shimooka Mori
To: Roy
Cc: Hal ; Muriel; Chester; Roger
Sent: Thursday, September 03, 2009 10:25 AM
Subject: Re: Cookbook

HEY, Guys: We should just make the appeal via email now
for $10 donation or whatever they wantt to give.
Have checks payable to "KHS Class of '60"
Mail to Pearl Mori 1448 Lunalilo St.#2 Honolulu, HI 96814-1338


----- Original Message -----
From: Roy Okano
To: Chester
Cc: Hal ; Roger; Muriel; Pearl
Sent: Thursday, September 03, 2009 9:49 AM
Subject: Re: Cookbook

I sort of like Elise's idea of a "craft sale". There seems to be alot of talent in our group.
Logistic wise, where do we setup? How much work will it take to transport the items?

Regardless in which direction we move, we need to move and move quickly.
We need to have a planning session. We need volunteers.
How much money are we targeting for? We don't want to break even or lose money.
We should solicit donations also. $10 per class member with at least 150 would net us $1,500.
I'm certain there are those who can donate more. We only need to ask.
BTW, where is the money going ... the Okano Foundation for R & R? I'd like that.



----- Original Message -----
From: Roger Kobayashi
To: Harold Oshiro
Sent: Thursday, September 03, 2009 7:01 AM
Subject: African tulip

Here's a photo of the flower pod of an African Tulip tree.
The liquid-filled pods seem to fit the description of "brown watergun pods".
I remember we called it a "hoss (horse) piss" tree because that's what we imagined
we would smell like if a horse did it.

September 3, 2009

Elsie, what a coincidence, you were in all my classes through 6th grade ? But you still can't
remember who all of our teachers were... much less all ot the classmates... where did you
sit in classes ? Somehow can't remember you too : )
Pearl, maybe our resident Jacks expert Nuk can answer your Jacks questions... and by the way, why
the name 'Jacks' or 'Jax' ? Can't see the connection... maybe the trivia expert Raynor would know.
Thanks on the info Manny... I for one would like to hear-see your presentation on Hawaiian weapons.
I remember reading in the newspaper about when-how Titus, Denis and Tiloi passed on but never
knew or heard that about Paul.
Raynor, Hozuki sounds more familiar to me than Fuzuki... maybe different dialect on our side of the
Island : ) ... the 'brown watergun' pods are news to me, never saw - or more likely remember -
anything like that when I lived in the area... in elementary, walking home from school, remember
being able to walk freely onto Waialae Golf Course and the greens as a shortcut and diversion... no
fences or keep-out signs... until I'd be spotted and chased out.
Elsie, I and the others are glad you responded... you brought up and brought out a lot of great memories.
Too bad Nuk couldn't be the most popular : ) ... but I bet there are also a lot of guys wanting to pick
his brain too... from at least an arms-length distance of course.
Thanks Sandy for bringing Carol aboard... the more the merrier... hey, maybe she has a clue as to why
I remember her living on Oili... maybe she used to visit my sister at our place ?
Sorry Roy, seems like we're outnumbered... I still love chicken, but eggs I can live a long time without.
Here's a visual for you Roy... I've seen some break a small hole on the end of a raw egg, pour a bit of
shoyu and other stuff in, give it a shake and yep... bottoms up.



----- Original Message -----
From: Elsie Oshiro Kaneshiro
To: Hal
Sent: Wednesday, September 02, 2009 5:01 PM
Subject: Re: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 9 / 2 / 09 update )
In elementary we were in every class thru 6th grade.
I think we were in at least one class (homeroom, study hall) thruout school,
especially when homeroom was divided by alphabet.

----- Original Message -----
From: Pearl.Mori
To: Hal
Sent: Wednesday, September 02, 2009 10:49 AM
Subject: Re: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 9 / 2 / 09 update )

Loved Elsie's idea of a craft fair. Will discuss with the committee members at our next meeting.
I too, like to do crafts. Any one interested, should let us know if they are interest as soon as possible.
Fund raising ideas accepted so we can fill our treasury. Of course, donations are always accepted.

Although I didn't move to Oahu until 1957 some of the memories you write about regenerated mine.
Growing up in Hilo with my grandma (who raised chickens & rabbits for food) brought back some memories.
The smells were always there and we used the manure for the plants in the big yard we had.
Love to watch the chickens lay eggs. It would come out soft, looking like a squeezy ball.
Then when it hit the air, it would turn hard. I liked to gather them daily.
Fried rabbit tasted like chicken. I just didn't like it when they had to be butchered to be cooked.
We also had a billy goat who was always trying to chew up our clothes and anything else it could get.

I also stayed with an aunt & cousins who live at Hakalau on the Big Island in the summer
We rode in the cane flumes when it was full of water but always careful not to get caught.
Eating sugar cane was always a treat.
Some times there were little fishes in the flume, which we would try to catch.

We also played jacks. By the way, one of my cousins asked me recently if I remembered
how it was played and how many jacks there were.
If anyone remembers, let me know. Instead of a ball, she was going to try tiny bean bags.
I also recalled it could be play with a ball or bean bags.

Pearl B. Mori,

----- Original Message -----
From: manuel mattos jr
To: hal
Sent: Wednesday, September 02, 2009 9:43 AM
Subject: RE: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 9 / 2 / 09 update )

hal it's me again, i will be in honolulu in oct. I will be at the Royal on sat, and sun, 10th and 11th.
I will be speaking to the Ethnobotany class at UHM on the the 13th and 14th, also .
Informed Laura Shiels, PHD that i only have a master's in useless information.
She said useless info. is better then nothing at all.
Finaly i get to attend UH for two days free.
Hope we all can have dinner again.
Hope the h1n1 doesn't cancel everthing.
Hope everyone will get their flu shot early this year so when the h1n1 vaccine comes in mid Oct,
all of you will be ready, also have you had your shingles vaccine shot too.
That is a must. Dr. manny

----- Original Message -----
From: Ray Tsuneyoshi
To: Hal ; Undisclosed-Recipient:;
Cc: Margarita Sanchez
Sent: Wednesday, September 02, 2009 9:05 AM
Subject: RE: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 9 / 2 / 09 update )

Hey Nuk,
I can’t remember the road rage incident but I bow to your fantastic memory.
Too bad I just learned you live in the Ventura area.
I just came back from visiting the following harbors: Channel Islands, Ventura, Santa Barbara,
San Luis Obispo and Morro Bay.
Could have hooked up with you as I spent 2 days in your area.
The best part of my job is going to some of the prettiest parts of California both inland and coastal.
I always bring fishing tackle to take advantage of wetting a line and bringing home some fish.
Those little flowers that we used to pop were called “Hozuki” by my mother.
Do you guys also remember the brown watergun pods kind of shaped like a curved teardrop.
You would pinch off the tip of the narrow end and aim it at someone and squeeze out a stream
of pungent liquid.
We had fights with those things even before you could buy a real water gun.
I remember also on our walks through the neighborhood, scouting out where the ripe mangos
and lichee were and doing night raids to procure these tasty treats.
I also remember doing these mad scientist experiments with Glenn Miyashiro such as buying
3 spark coils from old ford model A’s , linking them in parallel circuit,
attaching an antenna and a morse code key to make a crude Damp Wave generator.
This setup with the 3 coils sending out over 30,000 volts acted like a jammer so that when you
pressed the key, it literally jammed all the radio and TV signals for quite a large area.
Never got caught by the FCC but I do remember brushing by the antenna line when a signal
was going out and finding myself several feet away with a nasty burn on my arm.
My mother thought I was having a stroke until I came to.
I tried to learn morse code and the irony is that in my stint with the Army Security Agency,
I had to become proficient in sending and receiving morse code.
Talking about mountain apples makes me yearn for them.
Last time I had some was 5 years ago when I visited my uncle in Kohala on the Big Island.
I remember, while attending Kaimuki Intermediate, that Thomas Murata and I used to bicycle
to the Waialae Country Club and caddy for the golfers there.
You got 50 cents for carrying a bag for 18 holes and you would really clean up when
you got to carry 2 bags you got a whole dollar.
Any tips above that was pure gravy.
If we went early enough we could do 2 rounds and that was great earning power those days.
My best day was when I only had one bag but was with a nice Chinese guy who,
on one of the short holes, got a hole in one.
I got a $5.00 tip from that and was in 7th heaven.
I also remember going to Kahala Beach Park, going to the beach and digging through
the rotting limu to find these little pink worms.
We’d collect these worms in a cup packing it with moist limu then going to the canal that ran
through the park and, with bamboo fishing poles, a pinch on lead sinker and tiny hook
caught a whole bunch of “aholohole” those little silver fish that were so ono deep fried
and dipped in grated daikon mixed with some shoyu.

Many years later, after my tour in the Army, I bought a townhouse condo in Ewa Beach
on Ft. Weaver Road and remember going down to Ewa Beach Park to harvest limu.
The surprising thing was that I married a girl I met in Germany and when I told her that we were
going to harvest sea weed she exclaimed that she would never eat “Sea Grass”
which is what Germans called sea weed.
After I prepared the limu the Japanese “namasu” style she fell instantly in love with the stuff
and thereafter was the one who prompted me that it was time to get some more.
Sadly, I am told that that kind of limu is no longer abundant.
I also introduced her to “limu kohu “ and “Limu Lipoa” which she did not like as much.


----- Original Message -----
From: manuel mattos jr
To: hal
Sent: Wednesday, September 02, 2009 9:05 AM
Subject: RE: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 9 / 2 / 09 update )

hal. was looking at your wed site, and was reading the list of names.
Titus Chang died in the 70's.
I belive Denis Ikei was lost at sea in the late 60's.
He was on a fishing trip with my police buddy friend Clayton Papa.
Their boat overturned , and denis tried to swim for help, and was never seen again.
Later a navy sub found the rest.
Paul Len Wai, was stabbed and killed in Wahiawa by a army wife's husband in the 70's.
Tiloi Lolotai died in the 70's from colon cancer. I hope this is not old info. manny

----- Original Message -----
To: Hal
Sent: Wednesday, September 02, 2009 8:43 AM
Subject: Re: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 9 / 2 / 09 update )

Hal, when I first started reading these memory notes from everyone,
I said Id just enjoy reading and would not have time to respond as you guys do on a daily basis.
Must admit, once you get started, hard not to contribute, especially when you get a guy like Robert (Nuk),
remembering so many things.

Robert, there is no such thing as a dainty tomboy.
Guess I was very competitive and wanted to show the boys that I could pick more than them.
First thing we did was to count how may each picked and we used the cloth rice bags
to bring them home in and what a heavy load to walk home with.
Also remember that my mom fixed the raw eggs on hot rice with shoyu and we called it
tamago delicious.

Someone mentioned Warren Nakahodo having artistic talent.
I do remember seeing some of his sketches in school and they were real promising.
Had lunch with Clarence (Abu) Shibuya and his lovely wife, Patti in LV earlier this year.
He's changed quite a lot (not the silly little boy), very mature, married with 3 successful children,
still has the cute smile and looking great.

Robert, are you planning to attend the next reunion in l0/10/10?
Girls in our bunch still stay closely in touch (Mae Nakanishi, Vivian Hirahara, Seda Deguchi, Amy Higashi,
Karen Morisawa, Naomi Kuramoto, Dottie Yamamoto and Kathy Mabe) and all are curious and asking
whether you will be in attendance.
Not saying that you're the most popular guy (Hal is), but we all can't wait to pick your brain.
Talk to you all soon. Mahalo, Elsie Tanaka Ayers

----- Original Message -----
From: Sandra Fasone
To: Hal
Sent: Wednesday, September 02, 2009 8:35 AM
Subject: RE: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 9 / 2 / 09 update )

Harold - please add on Carol Hamasaki Morikawa to your list.

Thanks for maintaining this awesome chain.

----- Original Message -----
From: Roy Okano
To: Hal
Sent: Wednesday, September 02, 2009 7:17 AM
Subject: Re: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 9 / 2 / 09 update )

Nuk. Tamago rice? I want to puke just writing about it. I hated the smell, not to mention the half-cooked egg white.
Gag! You had to use really hot rice, right out of the rice pot. Enough! I'm feeling queasy.

September 2, 2009


Thanks, I've changed pretty much everything re: Denis except for that one... didn't know until I started
this project a few months ago on the spelling of his name... which reminds me... do welcome and
actually appreciate any corrections or additions from the others to info in the emails and pic website.
Puamana was one of the nice gals in elementary... remember her as quiet but with a great smile.
Can't remember if Raynor was in our 4th grade class... not even sure if my sister was in the same class : )...
but at least your mention of Mrs. Guerrero confirms my recollection of our 4th grade teacher.


----- Original Message -----
From: Robert Nukushina
To: hal
Sent: Tuesday, September 01, 2009 6:48 PM
Subject: Re: 50 Years - memories

Wow, great memories! What a good read this morning (9/1).

Harold, I've seen that '60 GBNF list before (Next time you revise it, Denis Ikei has one "n" in his name).
I didn't realize Puamana is gone. She was one sweet person.

Elsie, those Manoa mountain apples had to be the best, as large as small apples.
Yes, they were hard to pick because the trees were on very steep slopes,
all the lower branches were already broken off (now I know who broke them),
and the tree trunks were slim and straight, nothing to grab on to.
We had to climb on each other to reach those apples.
If we took Betty, we would never leave her hanging from a branch unless we were one apple short.
One slip and it's a nice tumble down the slopes. We had to leave with so many nice apples on the trees.
That's when my cousin told me about the fox and "sour grapes" which I really didn't fully understand until later.
All that hard work made those apples taste delicious; hard to beat when you pick them off the trees.
Elsie, you must have been one heck of a dainty tom boy.
Yes Harold, the fuzuki's were about that size. Us boys didn't bother preparing those fuzuki's.
We would just soak and massage them in our mouths until they wrinkled,
then we blew them up and tried to pop them on another's head.
Elsie, we were in the same kindergarten school.
I live in So. Calif, Ventura County.
This is the 4th year in a row where we are having fire storms around us, and having ashes rain down on us.
It hasn't been that bad where I am so far, just fine ashes from Santa Barbara/Santa Maria
which reached down to the LA area a few weeks ago.
A couple years ago the ashes from the Moorpark area were coming down like small snowflakes,
and the smell of ashes permeated the area for two/three weeks.
Last year's Santa Barbara fires also rained ashes on us.
That fire cost over $65 million to fight, but some of those mansions were in the $20 million range and we lost 200 homes.
I like your craft fair idea which I think will help classmates get to know each other better.

June, I can't believe you guys left Betty at McKinley. LOL Yep, stuff out of a movie.
I bet she either drove to each subsequent caper or volunteered to hold the car keys.
Too bad her brother showed up, she could have made the front page news, and one day become governor.
The class of '60 would be ruling Hawaii and become a Pacific Monaco; a Mecca for the rich and famous,
and the home of the Diamond Head Grand Prix. Movie over?

My aunt had those machines after she moved to Waimanalo and that was still long before my 4th grade,
nothing fancy but time savers.
They had 1000+ chickens but not all the chickens produced an egg a day.
We used to mark their production on the card on each cage.
I remember seeing those eggs without shells, and some really oblong eggs (probably a triple yoker).
I was puzzled with those brown eggs at first. I wanted to know if the egg white was brown inside.
Besides blood inside the eggs, some had those long white zigzag ribbons attached to the side of the yolk sometimes.
The non producers went to the defeathering rollers; shape up or get dead nekkid.
The farm (on Flamingo Rd) was located next to a river that overflowed at least twice during large storms causing huge losses.
The second huge storm wiped out 1000 chickens. I wonder where all that three foot high piles of manure floated to?
They also had a billy goat for a short while which was a little too playful. It would either ram or kick you if you weren't attentive.
When my aunt and uncle retired they leased their property to a flower farmer. It smells so much better.
[Regarding rice, I noticed the rice at one of the Japanese restaurants we go to was really good and fluffy.
They got their rice from Japan (I read a little bit about Japanese rice and there's different grades of rice in Japan,
and some of the top quality rice are sold to the high class people). And it's good even after refrigeration.
Our restaurant gives us some rice to take home and we don't waste any of it.]
The summer prior to my 4th grade, my grandma made tamago rice:
She mixed eggs, shoyu, and a tiny pinch of Ajinomoto, then poured it over hot rice and mixed it up; for lunch every day.

It's too bad Raynor doesn't have time to add more of his memories. There must be a motherlode of stories in his mind.
Harold, wasn't Raynor in our 4th grade class? That would make it 1952.
I remember Mrs. Guerrero asking her 4th grade why do bulls get angry when they see a red cape.
Raynor raised his hand and replied, that he had read where the color red affected their eyes.
I thought, wow, one had to read a lot to come across something so obscure. I only remember having that one class with him.
I always thought Raynor was a mild mannered book hugger, but the last time I visited his house,
we kids played some kind of catch game, of course, with Raynor modified rules that only he could understand.
His personality changed, he was very aggressive and could break into game rage,
not all that different from road rage, just with finesse.
Remember the Disney cartoon with Goofy as the main character and how his personality changed
when he got into a car to drive? That was so prophetic for California.

September 1, 2009

I deny everything


----- Original Message -----
From: Elsie Oshiro Kaneshiro
To: Hal
Sent: Tuesday, September 01, 2009 5:12 PM
Subject: Re: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 9 / 1 / 09 update )


Talk about you being able to sleep anywhere, you forgot to mention about when we were playing hide-and-seek
& we couldn't find you because you fell asleep in the chicken coop!!
And when you rushed home to finish your chores to go out, how you use to run around with the wheelbarrow
filled with feed for the chickens & you sometimes dropped the whole load because of rushing so much.
Seems like those are the only memories I have right now.

September 1, 2009

Nuk, amazingly I remember just about all the names you mentioned... even the ones who didn't go to
KIS and KHS with us... but damned if I remember any of the other stuff you mentioned.
Warren did graduate with us... at least his name is on the graduation list... didn't like to take pictures
so he's not in the yearbook... he lived just across the highway from us where Waialae Ranch used
to be... last I heard someone mentioning, he may be employed at one of the golf courses.
You probably missed seeing this on the picture website: ...
you'll see a couple of the names you mentioned.

Wow June, I didn't think our farm would be considered 'modern'... we did have all those machines...
well versions of them anyway... although I have faint memories as a real young-un of seeing all that being
done by hand... seeing because, as the youngest in a family of 8, I escaped doing a lot of the chores.
Boy the memories you've brought up... japanese radio station music early in the morning... chicken or eggs
nearly every other meal or so it seemed... our eggs were mostly white, I was just as befuddled at the sight of brown
eggs... until we moved to Koko Head (now Hawaii Kai) we also enjoyed a furo but in no particular order... guess
everyone back then tried catching termites with that method... some with success like you... we'd make it a game
by trying to catch the falling termite, ending up with just a few before tiring of our 'game'... yup, 'good ol days'.

Elsie, I'm sorry but like most of the others, I can't see a tomboy when I remember you back then... quite the opposite.
If those 'fuzuki' flowers were light-green about an inch or so long, I do remember them also... fun times and games.
I like your idea of a craft-photo-etc setup... hopefully the committee will pick up on that... most of them read this.

Whoa Bing, for a while there it looked like D.C. could have missed out on one of Hawaii's finest with a misadventure : )
I know it wasn't then for you... maybe it is now... so funny... I can't help but picture a figure clinging to a flagpole in
the middle of the night way up there... to be discovered in the morning... like one of those 'college days' movies.

Eh Manny... no worry about the spelling... I get your back... I used my spelling book to check the spelling...
make you and me look like geniuses.
I used to get lost a lot too when I was young, or so I was told... but that was for only a short ways away.
Kakaako to Manoa ! Hoh Manny, even with 4 year old short legs you sure could hike... I also could sleep
almost anywhere back then... still do... but some places... pig farms, cow pastures... I don't think so.
Let us know a date if you're able to come by in October... we'd enjoy watching and listening to you at the Royal.

Raynor, I didn't know you weren't at Waialae through all the grades... seems like we were classmates throughout.
I somehow remember the name 'Tumble Inn'... possibly from accompanying my father or friends on their
daily errands throughout the downtown area.
You may have meant 1953 in moving to Kaimuki ? I do remember you well in elementary about that time.
Is that Mrs. Suzuki the one that lived by the entrance to Punchbowl Memorial ?
I also had aspirations of 'doing' the encyclopedia... got to B or C before being distracted by comic books.



----- Original Message -----
From: Robert Nukushina
To: hal
Sent: Tuesday, September 01, 2009 4:15 AM
Subject: Re: 50 Years - memories

Memories from my 6th grade Waialae Elementary school picture.

A lot of kids in my class were from the Waialae area. In general, this was a very enjoyable class to be in.
Walter Masuko was a nice easy going guy, fun to be with, and I think a little mischievous.
On the other hand, Herbert Nakamura was one I always butted heads with,
swinging our fists at each other in class many times.
We never got caught fighting in class. Mr. Fong was a very fit and muscular man,
you don't want to be on his wrong side.
He would swing his arm across the back just below shoulder level of the boys and once was enough.
Sally took a lot of ribbing with a smile because she was so tall; I hope she was okay with that.
Puamana gave a speech in class related to helping other people as one of her goals in life.
She seemed so mature for her age.
She lived around the corner from me and always called me to talk when she saw me passing in front on her house;
the front door was always open.
She's very nice but because she was also tall, one doesn't want to mess with her, because she could out run the boys
in the neighborhood and beat them up; probably still can. She later moved to another house in Kaimuki.
If I remember correctly, Don Hiura was a new student at Waialae.
He was very talkative and always smiling/laughing as you can tell from the photo (He's still talking to me).
It may not look like it but I'm listening. Of all the years I knew him he was always even tempered.
The only thing that made him angry was his younger sister.
When I was in his room at his house he chased out his sister from his room when she came to the door
and I noticed a hole in the door jam at eye level.
A year earlier he had thrown a large pair of scissors at her and the side with the pointed end stuck in the jam;
it could have been bad.
Warren Nakahoda wore thick wire rim glasses and was the "go to guy" if we had any questions on school work.
He could make his eyes "vibrate". It gave him headaches so he stopped doing it.
Warren was out sick for a couple days and asked me about the graded history homework we had, when he got back.
I got only a "C" but he borrowed my homework which consisted of two paragraphs.
The next day I asked him what he got for a grade; he said, "B".
I looked at his work, which was a one paragraph Reader's Digest version of my own work. I wasn't happy,
but I couldn't complain.
The following week I told the other boys about this. Then Warren said,
"That's nothing, that guy who copied me got an "A", and his was even shorter."
Now, two of us were unhappy and couldn't do anything. Life is unfair.
I ran into Warren during my sophomore year at KHS, he had already taken up golfing before high school,
and others said he was good.
Anyone know if he attended KHS or what school he went to?
Clarence Shibuya was kind of squirrely those days and didn't seem to know what to do with his arms
and was always doing semi-contortional movements with them, you know stuff like reaching with one arm
over the shoulder and holding the other hand behind his back.
Denis Ikei had a nice sense of humor.
I don't see her in my 6th grade class picture but I believe Naomi Izuno (in 7U3 class pic) was in my class.
If she was in Harold's class, then it was someone else. She was a head taller than me at the time, and a smart student.
One day I sat in front of her during recess break, and she started lecturing me about my behavior in class.
No hello, no good morning, nor how are you doing. She just laid into it. Gosh, we weren't even married.
Her impeccable logic was so threatening I haven't talked to her since. That is one serious woman.
Across the hall from our room was the rear of the library and as one entered that rear door,
immediately to the left is a book shelve that held a thin dark green hard cover book titled "Sexology".
All the boys knew about it. That's how I got my education. Too embarrassed to check out the book,
I read it during recess when no one was around. It was pretty worn for a book that was never checked out.
My female cousin taught me about the birds and the bees, but after reading the book,
I think she left out the "ology" part out of her lessons. The book didn't explain the why of the
"...sugar and spice, and everything nice...." can be short a cup of sugar sometimes;
so difficult to understand and frightening at times. Now I know why.
I should write my own book of "Understanding Venus from Mars" and go on Oprah.
Books on understanding women of the opposite sex is a perpetual money making machine even though only women will read it.

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