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50 Years - Memories: November '09 pg 3

Apologies in advance if you have received this in error, please inform me to be removed from list if so

If you don't recognize some of the names of classmates below...
well, that's what yearbooks and reunions are for :
( KHS '60 & '61 reunion pics )

Please pass this email on to other classmates.
I'd like to keep this going, adding their responses to this list or one of yours...
as a reminder that the 50th reunions are just around the corner.
Pearl Country Club - Aiea - April 17, 2010 (confirmed)
Main Street Hotel - Las Vegas - October 10, 2010 (confirmed)

Have them post their responses as below, chronologically - latest first.
( any kine memory-recollection or response to a response OK )
Edit posts for improper content
Edit posts for brevity
Edit out email addresses
(though, with their permission, would appreciate having their email addresses)

Below are a few of the classmates believed to have been receiving the email 'memories'...
either directly or through one of the classmates listed below.
Apologies to those inadvertently mis-named, misspelled or unlisted.

Alvin HIrokane, Alvin Kajioka, Alvin Kotake, Amy Higashi, Amy Morioka, Andra Dean, Andy Nakano, Ardel Honda, Arline Hirahara,
Arlene Yamagata, Bessie Shjimabukuro, Betty Ing, Beverly Davis, Brenda Ignacio, Calvin Ishizaki, Calvin Kang, Carl Yasuda, Carlos Gouveia,
Carol Hamasaki,Carole Kunishige, Carole Masuda, Caroline Andrade, Carolyn Amoy, Carolyn Chock, Charlene Mau, Chester Otani, Clarence Fung,
Clarence Shibuya,Clifford Ching, Clifford Young, Clinton Chung, Dennis Sayegusa, Edwina Ahn, Elsie Oshiro, Elsie Tanaka, Frances Mise,
Francine Song, Gary Tsukamoto,George Takamiya, Gerri Barcenas, Irene Rocha, Jane Mock, Jean Nakamura, June Yanazawa, Karen Iha,
Karen Morisawa, Kathryn Mabe,Kenneth Morimoto, Kenneth Ginoza, Lance Ishihiro, Lillian Tarumoto, Lorene Watanabe, Louise Lung, Lynne Zane,
Madge Stibbard, Mae Nakanishi,Manuel Mattos, Marian Tarumoto, Martin Buell, Matilda Muraoka, Melvin Cabang, Michael Yamaguchi, Michael Tang,
Muriel Masumura, Naomi Kuramoto, Norman Ginoza, Patricia Kiyabu, Paul Kimura, Paul Texeira, Pearl Shimooka, Phyliss Tanabe, Ralph Hind,
Ralph Yamasaki, Raynor Tsuneyoshi,Richard Shinn, Richard Shintaku, Rick Nakamura, Robert Gore, Robert Moriyama, Robert Nukushina,
Roger Kobayashi, Ronald Higa, Rosemary DeJesus,Roy Morihara, Roy Okano, Ruth Kinoshita, Sandra Ishimoto, Sanford Murata, Seda Deguchi,
Shirley Tamashiro, Stanley Miura, Thomas Okuhara,Thomas Takushi, Thomas Yamada, Timothy Choy, Tony Ballesteros, Verna Chang, Vernon Wong,
Violet Chung-Hoon, Virginia Kakazu, Vivian Hirahara, Wade Morikone, Wayne Kanai, Wayne Yamasaki, Xavier Ching

The following classmates may still be on the 'unable to locate' list :
Wallace Afuso, Edward Akau, John Akeo, Donald Anderson, Douglas Arai, Raymond Au, Mary Bernard, Karen Bertram, Guy Bettencourt, Merilyn Biete,
Parmalee Burke, Henry Ching, Shirley Ching, Tamar Ching, Henry Chow, Ethel Cordeiro, Carol Cypriano, Priscilla Dang, Warren Dias, Sergio Ebalaroza,
Thomassina Fujimoto, Marlene Fujita, Godfred Galacia, Peggy Ginoza, Barbara Jean Gomes, Gary Gomes, Jeanette Hasegawa, Dorothy Hu,
Fredina Ishibashi, Barbara Izutsu, Arlene Jicha, Vernon Kaaiakananu, Roy Kageyama, Mollie Kai, Charles Kam, Helen Kanegushiku,
Gary Kashiwamura, Arlene Kauwe, Linda Kawabata, Pauline Kekahuna, Peter Kekahuna, Ruth Kirkpatrick, Arlene Kiyabu, Naomi Kobayashi,
Ronald Kuratsu, Kalani Kuwanoe, Sharon LaTraille, Herbert Lawelawe, Bernice Lee, Gregory Lee, Jeffrey Lee, Harry Lew, Halford Liu, Frank Lopes,
Joshephine Lopez, Lorraine Lopez, Albert Lum, Faith Maeda, Eleanor Mateo, Chloe McKewon, John Michler, Melvin Mishina, Emmaline Mitchell,
James Mitchell, Amy Murakami, Diane Nakama, Barbara Nakamura, Nancy Nakastuka, Barbara Nakayama, Blanche Nishimura, Marcia Nonomura,
Lorraine Okahashi, Jeannie O'Rourke, Frances Pascual, Daphne Payes, Edith Perkins, Stanley Pinho, Margaret Pludow, Linda Porgatorio,
Diane Rapozo, Mollie Rivera,John Rodrigues, Elizabeth Rubio, Paul Santos, Thelma Saxon, Marilyn Setoda, John Shimabukuro,
Joyce Shimabukuro, Kenneth Shimabukuro, Gail Shirai, Ronald Silva, Francis Simeona, Albert Siu, Sharlene Smythe,
Glenn Sumpaio, Kevin Sweeney, Roy Takamatsu, Lawrence Tamashiro, Milton Tamashiro, Theta Tanimoto,
James Texeira, Karen ThurstonStanley Toguchi, Kenneth Toma, Lila Marie Valentine, Manuel Vierra,
Calvin White, Mae Yabui, Patricia Yamaguchi, Elaine Ymas, Richard Yoshikawa,
Douglas Yoshimura, Marjorie Yoshioka, Audrey Young, Geraldine Young

Hal Oshiro


NOV 2009 POSTS - posts, starting with March, are archived in

----- Original Message -----
From: Robert Nukushina
Sent: Monday, November 30, 2009 5:48 PM
Subject: Re: 11/30/09

Betty Ann, I find it very interesting in how your father dealt with the school and how he tried to be protective of his children.
I was also surprised at how young you were to be aware of discrimination.
I didn't learn about Asian to Asian discrimination until much later when I either read about it or experienced it personally.
We were raised not to discriminate, but we weren't taught about how to deal with it when we were the victims.
I never thought of you as a "half-breed" which I know has bad connotations and I don't have a feel for that term.
When someone told me you were half/half, Chinese/Japanese, all I thought back then was, you came out cute and smart;
a very good combination.
I always felt some of the older Japanese who were better off were very status conscious and wanted to make sure us
little people knew it.
I really enjoy your posts and find your youth very interesting.

Intellectual Black Board Jungle.
I think that's a loosely worded term by the larger Nunes.
I don't think that applied to our U4 class, speaking for myself and my limited view.
Our class seemed to be very mild mannered, with no sign of excessive intellectual exuberance.
I'm not saying the class didn't have individuals who weren't rebels, I just didn't see any rebels expressing themselves and
challenging teachers in class.
I did see that B&W movie Black Board Jungle with Glenn Ford, and Sidney Poitier.
I enjoyed it, but that cured me of any thoughts about teaching.
Not being as mature as my classmates, I didn't show any intellectual curiosity until after surviving freshman year at UH,
and certainly didn't become rebel-like until after I started working.
I think Nunes's term 'intellectual black board jungle' applied more to the U1 AND U2 classes who had more outspoken students.
I often wondered what it was like to be the fly on the wall in those classes; I wanted to know if the students knew more facts
and information, or was there a higher level of intellectual discourse going on in their classes.
At least now, I have an inkling of what it was like in those classrooms.
Yeah, young high Intellectuals Gone Wild!

Boyd, my first international flight was in 1972 on JAL round trip to Japan.
We much enjoyed JAL and hope it's still a great company.
It's good to know our island kids helped to make it so.
When I hear about airplanes being on the tarmac for hours with food and water without releasing passengers to the terminal,
IMO, that amounts to kidnaping, but well, our rights are slowly disappearing.
We used to have the same breakfast as Kenji's on weekends when we could get the old time portugee sausage.
Now it's with Spam, Vienna Sausage, or ham; and no sweetbread.
Gotta keep the weight down; the scrawny kid has fat.
I eat a lot of fruits daily and now I'm told my sugar level is high; can't win.
I'll have to go on the Yul Gibbons diet; tree bark, tree trunks, and rocks.

November 30, 2009

Jean, tsunami actually is a Japanese word adopted by oceanographers to describe that particular type of wave...
but I'll let Manny expand on that if he wants as he is probably more enlightened than any of us on tsunami.
Hope Boyd checks out OK and don't worry about your hearing... almost all of us will be just nodding, smiling and
laughing without a clue as what's being said... just having a great time seeing each other again.

Sorry Old One, your link is a time and frequency limited one... Google blocks access after so many visits.
Was able to view it using another link but found something more definitive:
There are a lot more words described in there that are attributed to the Hawaiian Creole Language, aka Pidgin...
thus my contention that the words we used were made up using words from other languages, in this case the
Hiroshima-Yamaguchi dialect... words such as 'bocha', 'habut', 'baban', 'chiito', etc... wonder where the term
'wop yo jaws' came from though ; )

Boyd, I see you guys used to live in the 'high-rent' district... in the early '60s, we rented an apartment in McCully
for $65 with parking, appliances, laundry and solar clothes drying included... and it was worth all of that $65...
and not much more... paying for utilities and other youthful expenses really put a crimp on the budget though.

So Pearl, you're saying we still don't know where the time capsule is buried, if it exists... bummer.


November 29, 2009

Elsie T., I just remembered... a couple of decades after H.S., a business associate who happened to be part of a
circle of investors which included Gary Yamagata, asked if I wanted to join them in investing in a start-up that
intended to introduce high-quality and exclusive steaks... now I know the source they were thinking of for those
steaks... I politely declined... hard enough to keep investing in my own company at the time.

Elderly One... actually, I thought I read some where that 'monku' is either a made up word or a corruption of another
Japanese word that got accepted as a new legitimate word, much like 'email' or 'blog'.

Nuk, I'll have to take a look at that tree one day soon, there were several signs around in 'Street View' but none that
looked promising... will take a pic if I do find something.

Ray, charismatic, friendly, astute... you've described Gary Yamagata quite well... wasn't he also class or school president
at McKinley H.S. ?

OK... nuff already... sure would like to hear more from and about our KHS classmates.


----- Original Message -----
From: ayershome
To: 'Hal'
Sent: Saturday, November 28, 2009 3:55 PM
Subject: RE: 11/28/09

Hal and Clarence: We’re all probably thinking of the same Gary Yamagata.
His father had a very large insurance company, which he was part of and also owned parcels of coffee land in Kona.
I stand corrected; he leased approx. 27,000 acres in Kau for cattle ranching.
Not only were they regular cattle for sale, but he also had a very special breed that he kept in a separate pasture…..
very expensive for breeding and sale.
Yes, he was usually the financier and hired some Kau cowboys to brand and herd cattle including all the other hard
ranch work.
Our group of girls (Viv Hirahara, Seda Deguchi, Mae Nakanishi, Naomi Kuramoto, Dottie Yamamoto, Amy Higashi,
Karen Morisawa and Kathy Mabe ) all joined a club called the Marionettes at the Nuuanu YMCA.
Members were from McKinley and St Andrews Priory, where we first met Gary.
I still have a group picture of us elected for the Model Legislature at the YMCA with Gary as Senate Atty, Larry Okinaga
as Senate Pres., Ron Tomi as Governor, myself as Senate Clerk and others you might know, Chauncey Choy,
Janice Chang, Linda Itai, Ronald Hata, Joanne Yamada, Carole Jean Hirata, and Mary Louise Chun.
Theme was Japanese, so girls wore kimonos and guys with yukata and samurai swords….really precious!
I could sell this picture for some bucks!!
Gary’s ears must be burning….if he only knew we were talking about him on this site. (I’ll tell him when I see him next)

Brenda: So happy that we were able to connect, if only by phone.
You sound the same wonderful self and probably still very beautiful!
We will definitely get together on your next trip for sure.

Pearl Chun: Glad you’ve finally gotten on this memories train, so fun to read everyone’s comments and amazing how
closer one feels to each other.
Will definitely be available whatever day that’s convenient for you.
I really want to give you the photo of your Mom that I just found in my son Ivan’s album.

Dr. Manny: Your story of the Big Island tsunami was so descriptive, gave me “chicken skin”.
I was confused and thought you were talking about your personal experience, so had to read it twice.
Nonetheless, it was chilling and that girl Harriet was a miraculous survivor due to her own strength to survive, but also
with the help of God or her Amakua. (or is it A’amakua?)
Keep well everyone and belated Thanksgiving to all. Elsie Tanaka Ayers

----- Original Message -----
From: Elsie Kaneshiro
To: Hal
Sent: Saturday, November 28, 2009 12:29 PM
Subject: Re: 11/28/09

Harold, your older sister here.
Was wondering if the word "monkutare" is an Okinawan word?

----- Original Message -----
From: Robert Nukushina
To: hal
Sent: Saturday, November 28, 2009 8:26 AM
Subject: Re: 11/28/09

Harold, I finally took a look at the Yearbook picture of the Statehood Tree and it looked like it was located at the corner
of Kapiolani and Kaimuki.
I googled as you did and I believe the tree you mentioned is the Statehood Tree.
The yearbook picture shows, smack in the middle at the top of the picture, a telephone pole at the same angle as shown
on the google street view.
I think you have ID'd the Statehood Tree.
There's also a sign in front of the tree, which may ID it as such. nuk

----- Original Message -----
From: Ray Tsuneyoshi
To: hal
Sent: Saturday, November 28, 2009 7:25 AM
Subject: Re: 11/28/09

Clarence and Hal,
Your mention of Gary Yamagata brought back some memories for me.
As I remember, Gary was quite a charismatic guy, made friends easily and understood the dynamics of politics early on.
In our senior year at Kaimuki High my gang and I were part of a YMCA club called the Highlanders.
Every year, all of the YMCA-YWCA clubs throughout Hawaii select one of their members to represent them.
I was fortunate to be be one so selected.
It was a very fast paced event I think it was a 2 day affair.
The first day was involved in the formation of parties and election of officers of both the Senate and House of
Representatives as well as the Executive branch.
Gary was an active power broker and ended up as either Senate president or Speaker of the House.
Eric Shinseki who served nobly in the US Army and now heads the Veterans Administration in Washington was elected
I became Attorney for the House.
Quite a learning experience and also was an early showing for what was to come for many of us.

November 28, 2009

Clarence, that is likely the same Gary... quite the entrepreneur... memory slowly comes back of hanging out a
few times for some reason with him, Eddie Hayashi and some others though they were at a different school.
Quick story on Gary, when I first really got to know him... at some dance during our junior year, taking a break
in the restroom, he said something like ' oh wow, I thought at first you were Ronnie Diamond'... had to look
around before I noticed he and I were the only ones in there... I admit I had to search around later to see what
Ronnie Diamond (knew he was a singer) looked like... only thing we had in common was height.
As I mentioned, if someone doesn't get to it before I do, I'll try to get a shot of the likely candidates for that tree.

Roger, 'we' are doing... spread the blame around please.
I've heard from quite a few others mentioning hearing about or reading the blog who weren't from our class.
Good to hear.

Nuk, I remember Milton as a nice, mellow guy... but that was at KIS, lost track of him at KHS.
I can tell you, give them a forum and some of the talkative people here can type a blur... but you're right, there
are many others who who haven't and should chime in... great stories likely out there.

Bing, I guess almost all of us grew up thinking we were hearing a word or phrase of what we thought was from
a particular language and not realizing it was actually of another... or a lot of times they were 'made up' words
or phrases from different languages... so many come to mind, will let others bring them up as I'm sure they will.

Thanks Pearl, will update email address.
On your 'He said...' reference, who dat ?
If 'He', whoever he is, has knowledge of the time capsule that would be great.


----- Original Message -----
From: Clarence Fung
To: Hal
Sent: Friday, November 27, 2009 6:46 PM
Subject: Re: 11/27/09

Hi Hal,
Read with interest the problem solving of where the Statehood tree was planted at KHS.
Caroline Andrade provided a logical description of where the tree ought to be based on landmarks behind the tree
planting party.
She believes it is on the half circle fronting the school.
I agree that location is a strong possibility.
The spire over the right shoulder of Ted is the old Hawaiian church and graveyard on Waiaka St and King that was
converted to a condominium tower quite a few years ago.
The bridge abutment rails and apartment building visible between Ted and Ken and behind Michael are still evident
in the Google street views as is the Hawaiian Electric substation hedge on the Kapiolani/Kaimuki corner.
From using your suggestion to Google and get the street views of that corner, the currently existing trees in the half
circle and grassed areas fronting the school all appear to be huge monkey pod trees.
The statehood tree sapling leaves are not monkey pod, at least they don't appear to be the same fine small leaves
but belong to something with broader leaves.
I'm no horticulturalist or tree knowledgeable but ask some of you who have expertise with trees if the statehood tree
and what exists today, are they the same tree?
Has anyone had a chance to go to that site and take a picture with the same landmarks behind and of the the
present tree?

Elsie T. Ayers mentioned being friends with a Gary Yamagata '60 McKinley who leased acreage in Kau to ranch.
Somehow the Gary Y. I went to school with at Washington IS didn’t strike me as being someone who could be a
hands-on rancher; he was always such a dapper dresser.
Of course he could have been the financial/business backer and let others do the hands-on stuff, that's being bright.

Hope all had a wonderful and thankful Thanksgiving.

----- Original Message -----
From: Roger Kobayashi
To: Harold Oshiro
Sent: Friday, November 27, 2009 5:26 PM
Subject: Fwd: 11/26/09

This is a note from Dennis Handa (Kaimuki Class of 62).
Boyd mentioned Dennis' name as one of his dispatches, so I sent Dennis a copy of that "issue" of your blog.
It is funny to learn that someone not in our class found the blog to be interesting.
You must be doing something good.

Hey Rog,

Belated Thanksgiving Greetings! And a Big Mahalo for fwdg this very interesting email and blog site....
Ended up entertaining myself for about 1 hour surfing the blog(pics, etc)....Man, recognize all the familiar
faces even though y'all were two years OLDER than me (Waikiki Elem, KIS, Kapalapala, etc).....

Have to search the web to see if KHS '62 has anything like your class site in the web.....

Thanks for the Memories.

Have a Great Holiday Season and Best Wishes for the coming year.


----- Original Message -----
From: Robert Nukushina
To: hal
Sent: Friday, November 27, 2009 4:56 PM
Subject: Re: 11/27/09

Boyd, what a memory for names!!!
One that stood out was Milton Sakamoto who lived across the street from me at the corner of Kaimuki and 18th.
He's in the Class of '61 Kaimuki, and was on the high school football team.
He's big alright, one year younger than me, but he was larger than all of the kids in the neighborhood at least
couple years older than he was when I moved to Kaimuki to 4th grade.
I used to play tackle/touch football with him during those young years.
He had a bad temper sometimes, with a quick and short fuse, and was loud most of the times.
If he grabbed any of the kids when he was mad, it was like a boa constrictor squeezing the breath out them.
He was very muscular and I was scrawny thin.
I even boxed with him once.
It was like a chimp boxing a gorilla, my hands were faster than his, but it was a touchy situation because if I punched
him too hard, he might predictably take his gloves off, grab me, and squeeze the eyeballs out of my head.
Boxing with him; bad idea; a no win situation.
His father was big too.
When he played football high school, he got even more muscular.
I rarely saw him after KIS even though he lived across the street.
Small world.

My grandmother on my mother's side (the nice one) was like Steve Tokuda.
She spoke a mixture of Pidgin English, Hawaiian, and her native ancient Japanese.
When she went to Japan, no one there could understand her.
Actually, a lot of us spoke that mixture of words too.
I wouldn't be surprised if it included some Chinese, and other ethnic words too.
Now, I notice that from many years ago, people are pronouncing Hawaiian words authentically which means a
reeducation for me, when (or if) I move back to Hawaii.

Flying back to the mainland years ago, I guess the other airlines were lenient because we were never charged
excess baggage fees for our boxes of frozen goodies.

I broke da mouth just reading what Jean is putting out on Thanksgiving.

I agree with Jean, more classmates need to share on this blog.
I know some classmates that should have great memories and many stories to tell.
We ain't seen nothing yet, if they post them.
I notice the talkative ones haven't posted yet.
Maybe typing is too slow for them?
I also hope they share and broaden the experiences in this blog.
We need the many missing pieces of the puzzle to complete this ever growing picture of our class.
Complete our halo of the Class of '60! nuk

----- Original Message -----
From: Bradshaw, Betty Ing
To: Hal
Sent: Friday, November 27, 2009 11:21 AM
Subject: RE: 11/27/09

We all have a lot to be thankful for and a lot to laugh about.
We also have a lot to learn from each other and that is good because the best way to not get dementia or
Alzheimer’s disease is to learn something new, like a new craft, a new language, or a new subject.

My Japanese grandfather, Totaro Suzuki, was sent to Hawaii by the Japanese government to be a Japanese
high school principal.
Japan would not allow its citizens to work in the Hawaii plantations unless there were Japanese language
schools for the children.
(My grandrather disowned my mother for marrying Chinese, the old plantation mentality referred to by Gerry,
but they eventually reconciled when he lost everything and had to come to live with us. That is another story.)
Anyway we used some Japanese words in our home.
The word “chitto” meant a little bit.
The word “dame” meant hopeless or useless.
But “monkutare” must be an anachronistic word.
We did not use that word.
But the Hawaii Japanese language was sometimes a corruption of the language.
For example, the formal Japanese term for grandmother is obaasan, but most Hawaii people use the informal
term “batchan”.
It is a contraction of the formal term and the Japanese suffix “chan” which indicates a “familiar” female person.
The formal Japanese term for grandfather is ojiisan.
But most Hawaii folk use the term “jitchan”.
This is an incorrect use of the Japanese suffix “chan” which only applies to females.

In case you want the definition of a Japanese word go to

Junie: I loved it when you said you thought the term “momona” was Japanese.
Both your grandparents and your parents spoke fluent Japanese as a primary language.
Just goes to show you how the language of ones surrounding creeps into everyday language.

Nuk: I loved your story of the meaning of the phrase “average, average”.
Language can only be really understood in context.
A good example occurred last year.
One of my summer interns called me a dog.
But the tone was endearing.
I asked him, is that good or bad, and what does it mean?
He said when you watch my back, you’re my dog.
I always ask the young ones what they mean because the same words mean different things to different
generations and in different contexts.

I had no idea Ms. Nunez described our class as “Intellectual Black Board Jungle”.
The phrase “black board jungle” means “ juvenile delinquents”.
It came into use when a novel titled “Black Board Jungle” was written by Evan Hunter.
The novel described an out of control high school with white teachers and primarily minority students.
The novel was provocative and it became a move in the mid 1950s.
It was a very frightening movie that showed young hoodlums in the school setting.
The then president banned it from being shown at international movie festivals.
Many churches boycotted the movie.

I recall that Ms. Nunez was very controlling and because of her size, she could be terrifying.
But she did smell nice.
I think she was the largest teacher I had during school.
Looking back, I think she treated me pretty well because of my father.
He was very active in the PTA and would try to get whatever supplies the teachers said they were short of.
He routinely would go to other store owners and the Chamber of Commerce to persuade the owners of shops
to donate the supplies or to heavily discount them.
I recall that he sent me with bags of stuff to give to certain teachers.
Once he gave me a shopping bag half full of boxes of BIC pens to give to Ms. Nunez.
She must have passed along to other teachers those that the kids in my class didn’t need because those BIC
pens started showing up all over the school

My DAD was active in PTA because he found out that unless he was active my brother and I would likely be
discriminated against because we were half-Japanese and half-Chinese.
The first incidents I recall were at Makiki Church Pre-school.
As usual, I was the only half-breed.
(It wasn’t until years later that I learned that native Japanese even discriminated against other native Japanese,
for example, those born on the island of Okinawa.)

The principal and my teacher would not send home notes on what I needed.
Then when I didn’t bring in what I needed, they would send home notes that said I hadn’t paid attention.
At first, I thought it was my fault.
So I tried to pay extra attention to what the teacher or the principal said.
When I finally figured out what they were doing I told my father what was going on.

Luckily, my father believed in solving problems with win-win solutions, not confrontation.
His store was half a block away, so he began walking over to the pre-school every day to ask the teacher and the
principal what I needed to bring the next day and my homework assignments.
In the process, he found that a few of the other children were too poor to buy the supplies they needed.
We weren’t well off but he had a store that sold auto parts and he had customers who owned stores that sold
other things.
So he would make a deal to give discounts on their purchases of auto parts in return for discounts of his purchases
of school supplies.
Then he would send me with the extra supplies to give them to the teacher or the principal.
By the time my brother started pre-school, our family was viewed as model citizens by the principal and the teachers.
I didn’t say so but I didn’t like my father’s solution to the problem.

Years later I asked my father why did he not confront the principal and teachers?
Wasn’t he rewarding them for discrimination?
My father said to not be short sighted.
He said to focus on the context of the problem and the long term solution.
His goal was to see that my brother and I not be discriminated against as much as possible.
The context was some teachers and principals were biased against half-breeds.
There was no way that they would admit to being biased or to magically become unbiased.
However, what he could do was to level the playing field for us.
This he did and the end result is that we felt a little discrimination from time to time but it was far and few between.

Hope you all are having a fun day and not spending too much money on this day, black Friday.
BTW this morning I learned it is called black Friday by retailers because they hope the sales will turn their balance
sheets from red to black.

----- Original Message -----
From: Pearl Shimooka Mori
To: Hal
Sent: Friday, November 27, 2009 9:55 AM
Subject: Re: 11/27/09

Beverly Davis, new email address.

Yesterday at our thanksgiving luncheon and we were talking old times and school days and I mention your blog
and how everyone enjoys them.
I was talking about the statehood tree and time capsule.
He said, I know where it is - on the football field.
You came home and told me that day, but I did not mention where on the field it was.
How about that, I didn't even remember this.
Anyone else??

As for the Statehood tree, Douglas Abe, Ted Kobayashi & Kenneth Kodama were in that picture.
Sending this email to Ted, maybe he'll remember.
If not, will write to Douglas.

Pearl Mori

----- Original Message -----
From: manuel mattos jr
To: hal
Sent: Thursday, November 26, 2009 12:06 PM
Subject: RE: 11/26/09

Happy Thanksgiving every one.

After telling you part of Harriette's story, my 10yr old daughter read it.
She said, Papa you have to tell the whole story.
Well if you all don't mind I will finish it.
Remember when Harriette looked out and saw the river draining, the first wave had came in and was about 3ft. high.
The water was draining before the second wave.
When the river drained , Harriette told her mother , look at all the coins they could see on the river bottem.
She said, monny we go down and pick up all the money.
Her mother keep yelling and said, Bakatare you Tsunami coming we have to run.
While they were in her mother's room ripping open the futons for the money, Harriette said, don't worry mommy
I will get a bag.
With tears Harrette tell,s me she still could see her mother phycaly shaking but keep on put more money into the bag
that Harriett was holding.
While there, a Japanese man who'd lived on the third floor, ran into their room and yelled in Japanese,
Tsunami coming you have to run away.
Finally Harriette said , mommy we have to run Tsunami comng not knowing what she was saying.
In Hilo Bay, the time between waves is about 1/2 hours.
So when they saw the water draining, they had about 15min. before the second wave came in.
As they ran out the door hand in hand, her mother falls down pulling Harriette down also.
Harrette got up turned to her mother and saw what she said she could never forget.
Her mother was so afraid and crying, she couldn't get up.
Harriette said come on mommy get up we have to run.
Her mommy said what any mother would, run Harriett don't worry about me.
Harriette said no mommy, I will help you get up.
As Harreette turned to help her, she looked up and discribed hearing a roaring sound and seeing a black wall
of water coming.
The second wave was coming in and was about 10ft. high.
When the wave hit them, it knocked her unconscious, and killed her mother.
She regained conciousness and had debris all over her.
She told herself she was dead so she closed her eyes gain.
Then she realozed she was not dead, and opened her eyes.
She was being pulled into the Wailoa river and back out to sea.
She remembers seeing people yelling and calling for help.
As she was pulled into the river she was being dragged under the water.
This little girl's will to live was so great, she grabbed onto a peice of lumber and tried to stay afloat.
She told me, that she was a good swimmer, but just could stay above water.
Two miracles happen then, she heard a sound behind her , so she turned and grabbed onto it.
It was a large pig.
She held onto it's tail and was able to stay afloat.
A Portuguese man was on the bridge and yelled to her.
When I throw this rope, grab onto it and I will pull it in.
She tried to the first time, but couldn't.
When he threw it again , she told herself, I have to let the pig go and grab the rope.
She grabbed the rope and he pulled her to the bank.
When he got to her the water had drained and the third and largest wave, which we later found to be about 32ft. high
was about to come in.
The man knew what was happening, and made the right decision.
He took the girl and they ran up to the roof of the old Hilo ironworks building.
As they got to the top, she heard a tremendous sound and felt the building shake and water all over.
Even at thet time, she didn't know what was happening.
When she looked ever the she saw total destruction.
After the water drained again, her new found friend, grabbed her, they came down and ran toward safety.

----- Original Message -----
From: Roy Okano
To: Hal
Sent: Thursday, November 26, 2009 10:05 AM
Subject: Re: 11/26/09

If I said it was on Kauai, I was wrong.
And it was only five years ago.
(I walked the Kalalau Trail on Kauai.)
I did get "lost" on the lava fields at night on the Big Island.
I was going to join my friend who went on ahead.
Apparently he turned back and we crossed paths.
It was dark.
I continued to the end and did not see him there.
The slow moving, glowing lava was awesome.
And the heat was intense.
I would have spent the night there, but I had to get back to rendezvous with my buddies.
I got "lost" going back.
I must have entered a depression because I lost all sight of the surroundings.
I kept the sound of the ocean to my left.
It is so easy to drift without landmarks.
I panicked when I felt warm air drift past me.
Even with a flash light, it was difficult to differentiate shadows from cracks.
It was dark. (I almost found religion.)
I finally saw lights, but I didn't know what was between the ranger station and me.
I finally got back and my buddies were waiting patiently.
I told them I tried to call them on the cell phone, but it didn't work out there.
What good are cell phones that don't work when you really need them?
It did not work on the Kalalau Trail or deep in Manoa Valley.
We use walkie-talkies now.
Fear can be a real high at times.
I'm wiser now.
And a lot older.
The body can no longer perform what the brain imagines.

I may go to Manoa Falls to photograph it.
I won't hike up to the "bowl".
I don't have the lower body strength I once had.
Even the hike on Round Top took some doing, but I got a high on it; the view was worth the pain.
Getting old really sucks.

November 26, 2009 - HAPPY THANKSGIVING !

Nuk, heights never used to be a problem before... working on the edges of high-rise buildings did
wonders in reinforcing that confidence... falling from less than 6 ft and breaking a few bones a
few years back did even better at instilling respect ( fear ? ) for gravity.

Manny, your Nov. 18th email was included in the email blog sent out on the 19th... perhaps that day
you were one of those who had my email blocked from them at times... in any case, you and the
others can still see all the email blog messages at :
When / if we do get to that tree, would you be able to tell if it's the same type of tree shown in the
yearbook picture ?
If I do get a chance, I'll see if I can take a picture of the tree and post it... who knows, there might be
a plaque or something ID'g it as the statehood tree.

Boyd, now that corn pudding sounds intriguing and downright tasty... Jean's turducken sounds like
one of my favorite small-kid time story-songs by Ray Bolger: Churkendoose... brings a smile.

Gerri, one other place comes to mind where we might not be over-staying a welcome: Zippy's...
though it might have to be at times when they aren't too busy... and hey, there's always bento
at the beach or a park : )

Pearl, I remember Faye Fuse living in Aina Koa during KIS and KHS days... didn't know she lived
in Palolo too... and just leave the fond memories of the second grade for the man, as misplaced
as they may be : D

Elsie T., I live about 10 min. away from PCC so it was no problem... when I have a chance and the
time, I'll see if there's an opportunity to take a few shots of the Pearl Room interior... beyond that
Karen and Clinton are welcome to post their findings after others post their intentions on the fair.

Good thoughts Jean, that's what this email blog was-is all about... people connecting and reconnecting.
Perhaps not to differ but to add... we are learning a lot about our classmates and friends, and yes, more
than we may have at other reunions... but I look at it as a better base to expand on when we do meet
again at the upcoming reunions... we all have more in common than we thought and probably never
knew or realized it at the previous reunions... or for those who have never been to or to only a few
reunions, what better way to familiarize and/or introduce yourselves beforehand... so we do
encourage the rest, the silent majority, to post your thoughts and memories.

Much to be thankful for this year.


----- Original Message -----
From: Robert Nukushina
To: hal
Sent: Wednesday, November 25, 2009 9:24 PM
Subject: Re: 11/25/09

Roy, your recollection isn't that far from mine.
I definitely remembered just the two of us on that hike; not with Clifford.
Perhaps you went another time with Clifford and others, especially if you wore shoes.
I wouldn't have recommended wearing shoes because it's always muddy on the trail.
I was bare foot.
I also remember having to pass under a Hau tree with those squirrely tree branches.
(I liked Hau trees. There was one on the corner of Harding and 20th on the Waialae school campus.
It was so severely trimmed back one couldn't recognize it for the leaves.)
If you were terrified coming down, I didn't notice it.
Yes, the tiny branches sticking out of the walls were too small to hold your weight.
The pool at the bottom of the falls was small and shallow.
I'm glad you remembered the bowl, and yes, I agree it was spooky looking too because it was dark and the
dark gray lava rock looks black when wet.
It looked like the water ground the bowl out of solid rock, smooth but not slippery.
I don't remember the graffiti.
I didn't see you jump in the bowl because I was already headed down.
I assumed you skinny dip like I did; I don't like wearing wet underwear.
I think the upper part of the falls looked to be additional 40' high; it's hard to recall distances accurately.
Recent photos do not show the bowl area.
My niece also remembers the falls to be two steps and is also going to look for a vintage photo of Manoa Falls.
I could see the falls from my house I used to live in.
I also think there's another falls above that to the right side.
It appears so overgrown now I'm not sure if Manoa Falls is visible at all.
When I jumped into the bowl, I didn't touch bottom so in my mind it was deeper than a couple feet and I don't
remember being able to stand up in it to get out of the bowl.
It doesn't really matter, I don't expect memories to match after almost 50 years.

Roy, I thought you got 'lost' on the lava on the Big Isle at night, not Kauai?
And that, there were some hot spots you walked over, which would scare me more than heights.

Harold, I don't like heights either these days; 20' seems high.
About ten years ago I went on a hike in Yosemite where there was a sheer cliff about 3000' high.
I had to force myself to crawl to the edge to peer over it.
Even painting the eaves of my house (two stories) seemed high, maybe two decades ago.
No more of that nonsense.

I only know a few Japanese words from one of my loving grandmothers who didn't like kids.
All these words seemed to have exclamation points at the end for some reason; Bakatare! Yakamashi! Dame!
All expressed in a samurai manner with stern looks.
One of these days when I fondly remember her, I'll look up these loving words to see what they mean.
I hope to be very surprised at what she thought of us nice kids.
Monkutare wasn't one of them she used and I never heard of that word, until about 20 years ago.
We were having too much fun to be grumbling.
However, that aptly describes my grandmother monkuuuuuing all the time about us.


----- Original Message -----
From: manuel mattos
To: hal
Sent: Wednesday, November 25, 2009 6:34 PM
Subject: RE: 11/25/09

Hal, I sent you a email about 4 or 5 days ago, but don't see in on you blog.
About hugging our tree, we could all meet there and do our thing with that tree.
I will be in Hon. from 12-17-09 to 1-8-10.
Any day but Wed. or Sun.
Talking about Japanese words, I tell this true story as part of my Tsunami education classs.
On April 1st. 1946, a young 9 year old Japanese girl name Harriett lived with her Japanese parents at the
mouth of the Wailoa river.
Her bed room window over looked the river.
Her mother was from Japan and could only talk Japanese, but her father could talk English.
That morning he left for work early.
Harriett told me, she would watch the Japanese fisher men leave in the boats.
But that morning she heard them yelling in Japanese and saying over and over, Tsunami coming .
She looked out of her window and saw them fighting with their boats because the water was draining out.
She understood every word they were saying, except Tsunami.
She never heard that word before.
Then her mother came running in and was yelling to her, in Japanese, Tsunami coming, over and over.
Harriett understood here mother saying, hurry up we must run, but didn't understand that word Tsunami,
and didn't know what it meant.
Her poor mother could not tranlate that Japanese word into another Japanese word to let Harrett know that
they were in great danger.
Her mother made a fatal mistake.
Instead of running out and heading for higher ground, they went into her mother's room and started to take all
their money that was in there futons, all the while her mother was shaking and saying over and over ,
hurry Tsumani coming.
The story is very long, so I will end it by saying, both stayed there too long, and when the wave hit,
she never saw her mother again.
This little 9yr old girl about 60 lbs. dripping wet, had great survival skills.
This story so clearly teaches us the power of a spoken word and to understand it's meaning.
Harriett would tell me, with tears in her eyes, if only she understood what Tsunami meant, she would have
told her mother, don't worry about the money, we must run away.
She knew she would have saved her life.
Today, Harriett stands about 4ft. 10in. and lives in Ewa Beach and is a Grandmother.
When we talk she always tells me, Manny i was a 9yr. old girl and didn,t know anything about Tsunamis.
From that day, she told her children and grandchildren about her story and being in a 32ft. Tsunami wave.
She is a special person, and last year, I persuaded her to tell her story for the first time to Tsunami experts
from around the Pacific Area.
Well to much talking for today, Brenda, later I will tell you a story about what happen to Waipo valley on that day.
Remember , if the ground moves head for higher ground.
Stay and think young, Manny

----- Original Message -----
From: Boyd & Jean Worley
To: Hal
Sent: Wednesday, November 25, 2009 6:31 PM
Subject: Re: 11/25/09

Tomodachi Hal: I'm really enjoying the discussion about "old" and new Japanese words.
Since tomorrow is Turkey Day I just remembered one of my favorite Japanese words.
Some, or even most, of you may remember.
It's the Japanese word for turkey - it's "SHICHI MENCHO" and it means "seven colors in the face" bird.
And, if you have a picture of a turkey laying around, check it out - red, black, yellow, blue, brown and two others
I can't remember.
What a wonderful word.

When I worked for Japan Airlines in HNL between 1966 and 1972 (I transferred to Anchorage in 1972 when JAL
started about 25 flights a week between Japan and lots of European cities) I worked with several Kaimuki grads.
Guys like Dennis Handa, Tom Sakato, Milton Sakamoto (a big dude who excelled in football).
Some of the others who may not have been Kaimuki grads were Clyde Mikuni, Milton Muraoka, Akira Kinomiya,
Steven Tokuda, Steve Sakaguchi, Stanley Chun, Karen Sueyasu who later married a Customs officer named
Harry Takane, Sohbi Reynolds, Emily Ito, Yoko Sadaoka, Sanae Stevens and a guy from Japan named Taro
Seino who was quite the singer and was called "the Japanese Elvis Presley", Elmer Katoda, Yuzo Okamoto
and Wally Torigoe.
Steve Tokuda used to mix Japanese, Hawaiian and pidgin constantly.
I once heard him say to a Japanese tourist, "itsu demo da kine" much to the confusion of the Japanese man.
Another time he told another tourist, "mo bettah hemo da buggah".
And he had his own code for letting us know he was going to the bathroom.
He would just say, "5-4-4" which we, his coworkers, knew meant "go shi shi".
One of our Chinese employees, a motormouth from Hong Kong named Fred Lau, loved the way Steve talked
and tried to mimic him daily.
But Fred had such a guttural voice that it just didn't sound right.
If a tourist checking in for the flight back to Japan had not only his suitcase, but one of those 10 or 12 kilo boxes
of Hawaiian pineapple (a gift from a well intentioned friend who didn't realize that the excess baggage fee,
even back in the 70's, was $66.50) Fred showed no mercy, and, in his broken Japanese he would say something
like, "You too much chokka nimotsu (excess baggage).
You go counter, yah." and the poor traveler would have to go to the ticket counter and fork over $66.50 for the
excess baggage.
If the local friend had already gone home by then, many of these poor souls would actually give away the
pineapple rather than pay the excess baggage charge.
We used to send the pineapple to the baggage handlers for JAL in LA and they would send the occasional box
of wonderful California oranges.

Tomorrow Jean is going all out for Thanksgiving dinner.
Not only do we have a nice "shichi mencho", but we also have a "turducken" (a chicken inside a duck inside a turkey".
I've never had one before but have agreed to try it.
She also likes to tempura sweet potato slices that have been in the tempura batter and then rolled in panko.
She then makes a cranberry dipping sauce and this snack is so ono.
Broke da mouth, brah!
Lots of other stuff, including a corn pudding recipe from my home state of Virginia that is like eating a custard pie
with no crust but has loose kernels of corn in it, heavy cream and cinnamon and nutmeg.
Little kids and teenagers go ape over the corn pudding and whack it big time.

Well, God bless all you good Bulldogs out there and please keep sending in your stuff. We love it.

Boyd (and Jean)

----- Original Message -----
From: gdigmon
To: hal
Sent: Wednesday, November 25, 2009 2:25 PM

Happy Thanksgiving dear pals, l spoke with Manny last week to verify when Manny would be in Hon.
it will be about Dec. 17 until Jan. 6 I believe, so how about coffee/breakfast on sun. the 20th or the 27th
about 9am.
Manny would love dinner so we need to pick a time between the 20-23rd, 27th to 30th then Jan. 2nd to the 5th.
So how about setting Sunday morning Dec. 20th at Kahala Mall McDonald's which we will plan to be there
(right, Manny, Harold, Roger) or Ala Moana Makai Market unless someone has another idea where they allow
patrons to linger beyond 2 hours or so.
The reason for these two venues is that it seems that when our classmates gather the time gets forgotten i.e.
last time at McDonalds 8a or 9a, than we moved to Makai Market since the group got larger and everyone
was gabbing so much and did not realize that our coffee/breakfast time was running past 1pm.
For dinner we met about 5p and left at 10pm.
These 2 selected places do not give a time limit to patrons and not everyone eats breakfast.
Pagoda has an hour and a half limit.
Dinner time, need to give this some thought, any suggestions anyone, tell us.
Brenda, hope you don't mind I did give Manny your cell number.
Am still running about but will join the ongoing discourse again.
Again have a wonderful thanksgiving with your family and friends.
God Bless. Gerri BD and Jack Digmon

----- Original Message -----
From: Pearl Shimooka Mori
To: Hal
Sent: Wednesday, November 25, 2009 1:59 PM
Subject: Re: 11/24/09

Carolyn: Thank you, that was my answer for the Statehood tree.
Either across Bea's Drive in or Sekiya's.
I'm glad some else remembered.

As I mentioned before, I don't remember too much waaaaaaaaaay back.
Once in a while as I read these blogs, a memory or two will surface.

I lived at the end or 9th Avenue before they joined 5th to 10th Avenue.
The neigborhood kids and I were always playing in the stream by Palolo School.
I loved picking joob tears to sew into a lei (like a string of pearls)
Of course, you had to pull the straw out from the middle of the seed before you did the lei.

We went picking ginger up Nuuanu.
There were so much mosquitos we sat in the stream thinking it would keep it off our legs.
We couldn't stay in that long (water was freezing)
But it was worth it, as we made beautiful yellow and white ginger leis.
That was an experience to remember.

Brenda: Like you, I had a mother who was very strict, like all Portuguese moms.
I couldn't go anywhere with boys.
I had to do all my chores before I could go out to play.
That meant sweep, mop & dust every day and make breakfast for my brothers and sister because I was the oldest.
On weekends, I would wash the clothes, starch and iron them.
This was my most hated chore, which is why today I buy clothes I don't have to iron.
I send my husband's clothes to the cleaners because he likes light starch on his dress shirts or jeans.
He can't wait for me to iron them.

I loved catching the bus to school just above Palolo School on 10th Ave.
Tony Gonzales lived across that bus stop and his sister Dolores was one of my good friends.
Theta Tanimoto lived down that street too.
Faye Fuse also lived on 9th Ave, a few houses from mine.
Then we get off on 9th & Waialae & transfer to a trolley then again transfer to another bus to Kaimuki Intermediate.
I loved to browse through 9th Avenue bakery while waiting for our bus.
The bakery smells always made your mouth water and once in a while I would purchase something with the extra
coins saved from lunch money.

Manny: You gotta stop telling fibs.
Somebody up there is watching.
I lived in Hilo until 7th grade when I moved to Honolulu and attended Kaimuki Intermediate, so how could I be in
your 2nd grade class.
See you next month.


----- Original Message -----
From: ayershome
To: 'Hal'
Sent: Wednesday, November 25, 2009 1:28 PM
Subject: RE: 11/25/09

Hal, thank you anyway.
Hi Karen and Clint: If you are both involved in the selection of the County Club……
it looks like a perfect place to celebrate our 50th…very nice!
The craft fair dilemma is whether it will become an event or not.
If it becomes a reality, appears that it would be more feasible to have it held at the April reunion in Hon.
However, the crafters wanting to participate will need as much lead time as possible to build inventory.
Without knowing how many crafters would be interested in participating, would it be an allowable event?
If yes, then we can await the response from the newsletter inquiry to determine size of space needed for the crafters.
Thanks in advance for your help.
Will talk to you again soon.
Mahalo, Elsie Tanaka Ayers

----- Original Message -----
From: Boyd & Jean Worley
To: Hal
Sent: Wednesday, November 25, 2009 9:37 AM
Subject: Re: 11/25/09

HAPPY THANKSGIVING, EVERYONE! I'm so thankful for re-discovering all of you in 2009.
I feel we are so much closer as friends with this blog.
We are sharing more about ourselves than we could have at a reunion.
Thanks to Hal and Roger for starting the blog.
Thanks to all who have contributed their memories and experiences.

I remember our psychology professor talking about the Halo Effect.
When someone does well, the goodness spreads over his family, friends, school, community, and country.
All of you have done well and your halo shines on our classmates and makes all of the Class of 1960 an awesome group.

Those of you who read this blog and haven't typed anything.
Don't be shy.
Make us proud and share your life with us.
It's time to re-connect.
You're important to us.
You're part of our family.
The Class of 1960 are all your friends.
Let your halo shine on all of us. Mahalo.

November 25, 2009

Nuk, Roy, Cliff, June, Ardel ( haven't heard from you yet ! )... Mahalo !
Having never hiked that upper area, you gave a good description for me to vicariously experience it.
Not likely I will experience it personally any time soon either, heights and I don't agree lately.

Elsie T., thought I'd lend a helping hand... Karen (Iha) and Clinton Chung are the ones who are really behind
the choice of and logistics with Pearl Country Club... they'll probably come up with a better idea of size, space
and proper use of the facility later down the road.

Raynor, Roy, Brenda, June... I had the same experience with Hawaiian and Japanese words being mixed... guess
we all did... got a chuckle out of your 'monku...' Brenda... wife and I would use that all the time with each other...
still do : )

Bingo ! I think Carol ( as she prefers ) Andrade nailed it... the hedge description ( didn't see it until she mentioned it )
and the 'Bea's D.I.' sign convinced me... anybody else agree on the Statehood tree location ?
Manny, I now think I even know which tree it may be... Google Map the campus in satellite view and you'll see a
large tree sitting next to building 'D' ( building closest to corner of Kapiolani-Kaimuki )... looks about right judging
from the Yearbook picture... if it is, the Google Street View shows it to be a humongous tree now... maybe 20 to
30 ft high now... and almost as wide.
So, Manny, Brenda, Carol, Gerri, et al... when do we have that hug-in ?


----- Original Message -----
From: Robert Nukushina
To: hal
Sent: Tuesday, November 24, 2009 10:18 PM
Subject: Re: 11/24/09

Elsie, at that age, we didn't consider risk as we do when we became older chickens.
Before we climbed Manoa Falls that day, we didn't sit there to debate climbing the falls, it was just a split decision;
just like June and Ardel did for their Indiana Jones hike.
Was it worth it?
It sure was for me.
Roy Okano and I may have been the only ones to have jumped into that bowl below the upper falls during that time.
If I find out half the Class of '60 climbed it too, of course, I would be disappointed.
There was some measure of risk but I did feel safe and that's how I remembered it.
I may feel differently today if I went to see the falls again.

At another time during my UH years, I knew a guy who lived on Tantalus and he suggested a hike from his house.
So one day a half dozen of us set out in the morning with brown bag lunches and set off across the street from his
house and hiked on a muddy trail on the side of the mountain.
Somewhere along the trail was this mud slide about 25' long.
We broke nearby ti leave bushes (sorry) and used the whole head like a broom and slid down the muddy slide.
We still got muddy but what the heck.
Then, we continued on until we reached a large clearing which was so nice, sunny, and peaceful.
Crossing the clearing and continuing on to the ridge, we could see Nuuanu and we broke for our lunch.
I couldn't find where my aunt lived in Nuuanu.
Then, as we continued on we could see what looked like a water reservoir, and hiking on, the path got narrower
but very bushy on both side which made it feel deceptively safe.
I knew from the valley below, the mountain is very steep so just a few steps beyond the bushes and zip! Gone.
We got to where we could see the windward side as well as the Manoa side.
I was trying to find Manoa Falls but couldn't see it.
We would have to hike much further on I think.
Having lived in upper Manoa Valley I know you can yell out and hear it echo so we try to do that but only with
faint results.
We turned back and hiked back.
It was already about 3pm when we got back to the area we lunched.
I really enjoyed that hike but only did that once.

June, I really enjoyed your hike and slide along with you.
Wasn't that a treat, to hike in a rain forest, walk on a rope bridge, and slide down the falls?
We were kids when we 50 weren't we?
It feels that way now.
These days, on a hike, we would have to drag along a team of paramedics and a doctor to tell us if we're
enjoying ourselves.
But at least, we'll have digital pictures now.

----- Original Message -----
From: ayershome
To: 'Hal-KHS60'
Sent: Tuesday, November 24, 2009 9:37 PM
Subject: RE: Pearl Country Club shots

Hal… are an absolutely sweetheart!
These photos gives us a great idea of the size and configuration of the interior and exterior of the reunion site.
The Country Club looks lovely and the area around the room (patio/veranda) looks perfect to set up tables.
I am now convinced that any craft event should be held in Hon rather than LV.
The Social Club at Main St. cannot compare in size with the Country Club.
Pearl, could you get clarification about the sale of items within the classmates only.
(Main St. was okay with sale of items within the event, but not to the public.)
So, we will await the response from the lst newsletter and whether the Country Club will allow craftsale as part
of this reunion event.
As always, thank you Hal for checking out the premises and the photos helped tremendously!!
Elsie Tanaka Ayers

----- Original Message -----
From: Hal-KHS60
Sent: Tuesday, November 24, 2009 1:44 PM
Subject: Pearl Country Club shots

To: reunion committee members and others interested... know Elsie T. had a question on the
size of a possible craft fair area.

If you're interested in the visual layout of the Pearl Country Club exterior, click the link below:

Managed to do a quick walk around the Pearl Room after a short detour passing by Pearlridge.
Wasn't able to take shots of the interior as there was a group having a luncheon within.
Hope these exterior shots though will give an idea of the interior / exterior size for rough
planning before any of you doing an actual walk-through later on.
Talked to a receptionist-secretary at the Admin. office to get permission to photograph... she thought
perhaps any money-exchange activity might be questionable, but after further discussion she did
say she had casino-type games in mind.
Either way, she said it would be best to check with the Banquet Manager, Joe Fernandez, who was
in a meeting at the time.

My different email address above by the way, is just one work-around for the possible blocking problem
that's been occurring for some and also I'll probably be using it for these type of emails.
Just a heads-up to suddenly receiving email with a strange email address.


----- Original Message -----
From: Roy Okano
To: Hal
Sent: Tuesday, November 24, 2009 5:59 PM
Subject: Re: 11/23/09

I'm not as colorful a storyteller as Nuk.
I do remember hiking up to the top of Manoa Falls, but it seems there were others with us.
Clifford Ching was one of them.
Cliff was a good climber.
I did well going up, but had a difficult time getting back down.
To put it bluntly, I was terrified.
I couldn't find the foot holds and it was difficult feeling them through shoes.
At one point I wanted to let go and grab on to a branch on the way down,
but Cliff thought the branch would not hold my weight.
I did manage to get down, but it took some time.
I don't recall taking off my pants to enter the water.
I used to wear shorts and entered the water clothed.
The water was a bit cold, but not deep.
There was a small waterfall that emptied into a dark cylinder-like area with an opening facing the second fall,
Manoa Falls.
It was a "spooky" feeling being in the "bowl".
The surrounding wall was black and was marred by a single white graffiti word, which I can't recall.
I know I commented negatively on it.
The feeling was almost spiritual.
I wasn't an atheist back then.
The walk to the edge of the falls was about 10-15 feet.
If one were careful, you could walk close to the edge and look down.
Nuk is right; it did look like a long drop.
The water level at the base of the fall was about 2 feet.
Not very deep.
I've often thought of going back to see the falls whenever I go to Lyon's Arboretum.
I recall having to cross a small stream.
If it's overgrown, it might make the hike "easier"; more things to grab hold of.
But at my age, hiking is a little tough.
I tried the Kalalau Trail on Kauai last year and it was a challenge.
We got to the 8 mile point and had to turn around.
We had spent two nights on the trail and had to get back to meet our pickup.
Cell phones don't work. (They never seem to work when you need them.
I got "lost" on the lava fields at night and couldn't use the cell phone to call my buddies.
Almost found religion)
The next time we need to spend at least 4-5 days.
And we need to eat more.
My biggest mistake was not getting enough calories.
Hydration was no problem.
We carried a water purifying kit and had enough water.
Eating solids was a problem for me; I had no appetite.
Sorry, Nuk, but my memory of hiking Manoa Falls seems to differ from yours.
I try not to do "stupid" things anymore.
I know my limitations.

I know what Raynor is taking about.
I took conversational Japanese at the UofH also.
We probably had the same young teacher.
While in Japan, the Japanese used to laugh at my vocabulary because the words I used were "ancient"
or out-of-date.
I also noticed that the Japanese do have different dialects.
We speak Tokyo style Japanese.
In different prefectures, the speech patterns range from mono-tone to sing-song; slow to fast

----- Original Message -----
From: Brenda Ignacio
To: hal
Sent: Tuesday, November 24, 2009 7:35 AM
Subject: Re: 11/24/09

What a grand day!!
I am beside myself with happiness for many reasons, and one of them is that my
fabulous friend Caroline wrote in!
Yea, team!
Caroline, you are quite clever, too, in your writing....and I would love a hug-in; what the heck.
I hope you write more,....makes us all smile.

Okay, I remember the exact title that Gestapo Nunes gave was the "Intellectual Blackboard Jungle,"
but I really don't know what that means.
I don't know the connotation for moniker.
Can someone translate?

Elsie, brace yourself: I am unexpectedly flying out to Las Vegas today to return my granddaughter Sofia
to my daughter and her sister.
She had a track 4 break for November, and must get back.
Although this will be a very short turnaround trip, I will call you!!

The one thing that is coming out of this blog is that we, as a class, have unbelievable kindness at our center.
When I read that someone remembers a kindness, it makes my heart sing, and sometimes I cry.
If we could all never forget a kindness and let all the other stuff that no longer serves us go,
we would all be so peaceful and healthy.
I am deeply touched by some of the comments, so go easy.

Momona is Hawaiian, and my dad used it a lot, along with his Japanese words.....we used to mix them all together.
Great, huh?
I, too, have Japanese words that I use from my childhood with my daughter-in-law and she looks at me strangely.
"No, mom, we don't have that word."
Oh, shucks, I thought I was so impressive remembering such words as "monkutare" or something like that,
for grumbling, I think.
Lots of our local old time Japanese is foreign to them.
Our neighbor used to make me smile when she used to yell at her dog, "you, inside house go!"

Nuk you are still so funny. Might bring an old megaphone for the job.

Take care everyone, and Happy Thanksgiving!!
I am so grateful and give thanks for all of you and our time together.
"I'm leaving on a jet plane, not sure when I'll be back again............"

----- Original Message -----
From: June Yanazawa Kobayashi
To: Hal
Sent: Tuesday, November 24, 2009 1:33 AM
Subject: RE: 11/23/09

Ray, I remember the word “chitto”!
Also, there were some words that I thought were Japanese because my grandparents used them,
but later found out were not, like “momona” meaning “heavy set”.
My husband had no clue what I was talking about when I said it and I thought it might be a regional word that he
didn’t know since my grandparents came from Southern Japan and he came from Northern Japan.
Someone told me years later that it was Hawaiian!

Nuk, your climb up Manoa Falls with Roy reminded me of a time I went back to Hawaii about 20 years ago.
We were visiting Dellie (Ardel Honda) Lee and her son Ryan mentioned that there was a water slide up in the
mountains in back of their house.
My kids asked what a water slide was and Ryan described it as a series of little water falls.
The rocks along the falls were covered with moss making them very slippery so you could go up to the top of the falls,
sit down in the water, lift up your hands and feet, and the water would take you zipping down the rocks until you
ended up with a splash in a shallow pool at the bottom.
Of course, my kids were all for experiencing it first hand and Dellie, my husband Steve, and I decided to go along.
What we did not know yet was that that getting to the water slide would be an adventure in itself.
We hiked quite a ways through the rain forest, pulling ourselves up the mountain using vines and branches,
climbing over rocks, and following streams.
We came to a high chain link fence with signs that said “Keep Out!”
So of course the kids went clambering over the fence like little monkeys and took off.
Steve took a little longer but got over the fence and went after the kids while Dellie and I stood there wondering
what to do next.
Dellie looked at me and said “Junie, we are 50 this year.
If we don’t do this now, we’ll be too old.
It’s now or never!”
We decided to go for it.
It took us a lot longer to get over the fence than Steve or the kids but we somehow made it.
We then came to a gorge with a suspension bridge over it.
The bridge was made from rope and old wooden slats and looked like something straight out of Indiana Jones!
We looked in both directions and determined that the only way to cross the gorge was over the rickety bridge.
I said a prayer, held my breath, and refused to look down the whole way across.
When we caught up to Steve and the kids, they had found the water slide and were having the time of their lives.
Dellie and I figured that we had gotten this far so we climbed up to the top of the falls and slid down, clothes,
shoes, and all.
We must have been quite a sight going back – dirty, soaking wet, and scratched up.
I’m happy no one saw us and even happier we weren’t arrested for trespassing.
But that day was definitely the highlight of our trip!

----- Original Message -----
From: Robert Nukushina
To: hal
Sent: Monday, November 23, 2009 6:56 PM
Subject: Re: 11/23/09

June, that is very interesting about what you said of our Class of '60 being strong opinionated rebels,
an opinion expressed by a very opinionated teacher, Gestapo Nunes.
Do you think our classmates in growing up together and challenging each other helped to build our own independence
and the will to think for ourselves?
Did our parents have a role?
I think the attributes you listed characterized some of the boys I knew, especially the ones that left Hawaii to work.
A lot of them were Boy Scouts who diligently worked for their lot of Merit Badges, and each had hobbies and other interests.
Yes, I admired a lot of them.
A lot of us boys were opinionated and that got us in trouble a lot of times.
I had my own opinions but I was not articulate enough to express them well enough and convincingly.
And of course, being a male, I thoughtfully figured I needed to pound my opinion into another guy's head by punching it in
with my fist after a brief argument.
Usually, the bigger kid won, not the better opinion.
And that's my opinion.

Back in the late 90s, a Japanese girl from Osaka, who already had a business degree from Japan was working on another
degree at UC Northridge.
She was working part time as a waitress in my small town.
We were talking about the Japanese language and I mentioned the Tokyo dialect.
According to her, she said the many different Japanese dialects no longer existed because of television.
The world has changed and now language changes rather quickly, as a result of the Internet and technology.
It's the younger generation driving this, while us fogies just plod along, speaking for myself.
When I was a kid, we made up words and changed meanings of words too.
When the other kids built and painted their model airplanes and presented it to the group, we would say, "Average, average."
so as not to hurt feelings, but to hint that more work was needed.
With time, the kids got better, but we would still said, "Average, average."
More to keep our friends egos in check.
Later, no matter how good the airplane looked, we would say the same thing, average, average.
Soon, it was, "Wow, that's average!", meaning that's a really good job.
The word average meant superb now; that is what that word meant to our small group of friends.
One day, at Ala Moana Park, an adult comes with a metallic blue Nobler with a combat engine, 75' control lines, and flew it.
When it landed, one of our friends went over to look at the airplane.
He yells to us, "Hey, come look at this plane, it's average."
We go over to see it.
Now the others kids are saying. "Whoa, average!" "That's average!"
The plane's owner looked puzzled and then it hit me, and I chuckled to myself at the whole comical scene.
I said later to the guys, what was that guy thinking with all us kids calling his plane average; you know, average average,
not average.
How insulting could we have been, when we were really praising his plane?
Yes, you had to be there.

Brenda, do I really need a vacuum?
Just blow into my ear and whisper, "I goin' give you a licken."
That should clear the bats out of my belfry.
I'm glad you had a nice getaway on the Big Isle.
My getaway would be deep in Manoa Valley but my stomping grounds are all gone, overgrown, and I would have to pay
to see what was my backyard.
The houses I lived in, Manoa and Kaimuki have long disappeared.
I'm glad I am able to remember a lot of my time in Manoa.

Arline, I remember Kapaolono Park, but I only visited a few times with friends to toss baseballs/footballs.
I know Betty Ann lived a block away on 12ft avenue.
My mother lived a block away on 10th.
The high point of the park was the tennis court(s) and the lava rock walls around it on the street sides and chain link fence
on the park sides.
The wall ran the length of 12ft almost to Kilauea.
I remember a large grass field with a baseball diamond on the mauka side with a bldg between it and Maunaloa.
That bldg was I think an office w/public restrooms, plus trees around it at the 11th and Maunaloa corner.
The corner of 12ft and Maunaloa avenues was high above the park and I think there was a narrow (10'-12' wide, grass strip,
where we sat to watch PopWarner Football that Glenn Miyashiro's two younger brothers played in with trees along it,
that ran below along 12ft from the tennis courts to the other end, and it was higher than the large field,
and retained by a wall.
All the walls were of lava rock.
We left the park at the 12ft and Kilauea corner to walk home.
I don't remember any walls at that corner as the large field is about level with the streets there.
I can't remember if there was a wall along Kilauea.
I can't recall what is along 11th avenue but I remember not being able to see the street from the field so I'm guessing
there's a wall running along 11th retaining the field.
That's about it for me.
I didn't know it had swings; was it between the bldg and tennis courts?; I can't recall what was there.
Someone else would have to detail it and the park.

----- Original Message -----
From: Caroline M Gouveia
To: hal
Sent: Monday, November 23, 2009 3:24 PM
Subject: Statehood Tree

Hi Hal,
I believe the Statehood Tree planted in 1959 is located in the grassy area between Kaimuki Avenue and the half-circle
driveway in front of the main entrance to KHS.
I will drive by after work today and check it out.
Maybe I'll give it a hug.
Pass there all the time and never, ever remembered that our class planted that tree.
Okay, here's my logic.
Looking at the picture of the planting, in the background is Bea's Drive Inn (the odd shape on top of the building behind
Rev. Akaka is Bea's drive inn sign), to the left is an apartment building that still stands but was recently remodeled,
and to the right is the tall hedge on the corner of Kaimuki Avenue and Kapiolani Blvd.
If you look at the roadway directly behind the tree being planted, notice that the painted lines have one lane going
to the left (to enter/exit driveway fronting the school) and one to the right (to enter the parking lot located on the right
side of the school).
Sounds good to me, does anyone believe this?
If not, let's all have a hug-in reunion at the site and maybe we'll get an answer.
Brenda, I am just kidding.
I do believe in the mana and the sacredness of our beautiful islands.
No Manny, you can't cut it down.
Enjoying my daily read and chuckle at many of the memories shared.
Who said you forget things when you get old??
Fond memories.
Carol Andrade Gouveia

----- Original Message -----
From: ayershome
To: 'Hal'
Sent: Monday, November 23, 2009 6:20 AM
Subject: RE: 11/23/09

Nuk: That adventure to Manoa Falls (was that with Roy Okano?) was frightening!
Our minds are still young, but the body is not…..was a risky affair.
Glad you both came out safely, but was it worth it?
You should seriously think about writing novels.
Reading your detailed trek up there kept me at the edge of my seat.
You do know how to capture an audience.

Brenda: The world keeps getting smaller as we speak.
We actually moved into the house just behind the Ninole Post Office.
When we moved in, 2 ladies were just retiring and Phyllis Aguiar was taking over as post mistress.
The Aguiar family owned the house at the time (Jack and Gene Aguiar knew each other from the Univ. of Portland).
BTW, Brenda, I found another precious picture taken at the Kaimuki vs. St Louis game (we won – 22/18).
In this photo is Rowena Ahn, me, you, Joyce Abreau, Bobbi and Gerri.

Pearl Chun: Are you reading these blogs?
I’ve found a picture of your Mom when she babysat for my son Ivan.
Will make a copy for you and will try to get your address from Kiki, or better yet, let’s get together on your next visit here.

Abu: I’ve always believed things happen for a reason.
Just got a new cell phone, in my bag and not locked.
Somehow, it dialed your number and Patti called me back, saying did you just call?
No, but so happy to hear your voice and we proceeded to have a long conversation, finding out that Abu was not getting
these blogs because he had a new email add that Hal did not have.
In any event, so glad that he can now enjoy this site and guaranteed to become addicted.
I heard about your winning the jackpot.
Unbelievable that you haven’t bowled for 30+yrs but won anyway… riding a bicycle, never forget once learned.
One of these days, would love to bowl with you.
Mae’s husb. Gary is a bowler also….sure would be nice to put together a bowling event like the golfers have.

Hal / Carl and Pearl: Are you having a table for selling the medallions/patches and class photos at the reunion?
Just wondering whether the Pearl Country Club is big enough to accommodate extra tables for these items and crafts.
If so, we might just incorporate the crafts at the Hon. reunion rather than LV.
Pearl, will stay in touch and let me know what the response is on your newsletter.
Mahalo, Elsie Tanaka Ayers

----- Original Message -----
From: Robert Nukushina
To: hal
Sent: Sunday, November 22, 2009 6:34 PM
Subject: Re: 11/22/09

Harold, I googled and used the 'street view' to see upper Manoa Rd where I used to live.
Well, I may as well be in a foreign country because it has changed so much with so many homes and the trees
so much larger now.
I'll have to drive myself up there and maybe I'll get a better feel for where I am in the valley.
The only thing I recognize is the notch in mountain ridge on the Koko Head side of the valley.
I thought about Manoa Falls which was very visible at one time driving up Manoa Road.
I think there other falls behind it and higher which weren't visible because it is so steep in that area.
Maybe I wrote about this already.

While in UH, Roy wanted to see Manoa Falls because he had never seen it up close and knew I lived there once,
so I took him, pointed out the white house I used to live, and talked about my friend Dexter's home on the drive up.
I remember the hike up to the falls to be about 20 minutes mostly under the trees which we call a rain forest today,
having hiked up there a few times as a small kid.
I remember having to pass a fallen moss covered tree, crossing a stream, and seeing large dark gray rocks over
Manoa stream to the right side which meant the falls was just ahead, and could already hear it.
It was a sunny day and hadn't rained for days but the area is never dry as far as I knew.
We went there just so Roy could look at the falls.
I can't remember how high the falls is but it did look high when I was a little boy, about 100', no more.
From a distance, it looks like a two step falls, one above the other and we could only see the lower one from where
we were at the small shallow pool and that day, not much water was coming down.
The area around the pool was fairly clear with small rocks, and the large boulders was about 50' down the stream
and extended quite far.
Roy asked me if I've seen the top of the falls.
We originally didn't intend to climb the falls, but I said, no, let's find out.
How? Climb up.
Now, here's two guys going on a trip neither one wanted to go I think.
It still looked high, at least 70' high.
The right side of the falls looked easier but the lower part was covered with wet vegetation and the left side was bare.
So we walked up the slope on the left side.
From there, to me it looked almost vertical, difficult, and not too smart.
It wasn't wet, it wasn't dry, it was damp, but not too slippery.
I climbed first and the lower part was the hardest.
About 30' up I reached a difficult place where I had to thrust upward and grab a ledge.
It was sort of an all or nothing deal.
I looked down to see how far I was going to fall if I missed.
Roy was below to my left so no problem missing him on the way down.
My other thought was coming back down was a problem, but I would solve that later.
Well, I decided to go for it.
I caught the ledge, pulled myself up, and it was easier from then on, rougher rock face meant more places to hold on to,
and also small branches growing out of the rock face.
It got easier as I went higher because the slope wasn't as steep.
I was at the level of the top of the falls now.
Roy was at the place where he had to thrust up, and was thinking about it.
We were talking to each other all the time helping the other.
I just continued since it was his decision now.
This is something neither one of us did.
I only had to go laterally to the falls.
When I got to the falls, I couldn't reach the overflow area which was relatively flat and dry except where the water
was flowing over.
There wasn't much water flowing that day so I could easily step over it to the other side of the overflow.
I don't think I would want to be there if the falls was flowing full.
I looked down and it looked high, high enough to get killed if I fell.
There was a one inch branch growing out and up from the side and I felt I had to depend on it to continue and step
to the overflow.
So I tested it; it was flexible but stiff enough so I used it, and I didn't think it would pull out of the rock face.
When I swung over to the top of the overflow, I saw the lava rock inside the fall area to be very black and smooth
and the bottom portion just above the water to be almost like a large cylinder and I assumed the bottom to be
bowl shaped.
It didn't appear large, but if it was a jacuzzi, lots of people would fit in it.
It was too dark to see the bottom of the pool of water and I had to assume it must look either like a large smooth bowl
or maybe filled with large rocks, I had no idea.
It was hot, I was sweating, so I figured I'd go skinny dipping in this bowl.
How many people could brag about that?
So I stripped and left my clothes on the overflow which would hold a half dozen sets of clothes to give an idea of how
large it is.
I jumped in, didn't touch bottom, and didn't expect the water to be so cold that I sucked water in my mouth
and immediately swallowed it, a whole mouth full of mountain water, not anything like Mountain Dew.
Years later, I found out it was a reflex, but ever since that day, I wet my face first before jumping into water.
It felt good, but I was hoping there wasn't any large fish that might bite something they weren't supposed to.
After I cooled off, I got out and I could hear some girls below the falls.
Holding on to the branch, I looked down and didn't see them; I couldn't see the pool from that vantage point.
I was in the full sun so I dried quickly and got dressed.
I was too shy to let Roy see me nekkid.
Roy had made his decision and was up where the branch was now.
I told him he had to use the branch to swing over.
Yep, a little scary, swing over sheer space holding a tiny branch.
I made my way down while Roy did the same thing I did I think.
I didn't want to see him nekkid either.
Now if he was a she, never mind.
Going down was much harder since I couldn't see where I was going.
When I got to the problem area, that was easier than expected.
It was all by feel and memory.
On the drive home, I felt good because of the climb; not getting hurt, and feeling a sense of accomplishment.
My only concern was not getting sick from the water I drank.

I googled Manoa Falls and found the recent photos of the falls looks so different today with all the overgrowth
on each side, and I doubt anyone can climb it today like we did.
It's been at least 45 years since I've seen the Manoa Falls.
It also looks higher than I remember but it's hard to judge from photos.
What is more surprising is the top part where the bowl should be looks so different too, nothing like I remember it;
the top didn't slope back that much that I remember, but seemed to be almost vertical; and the rock wall extended
higher on both sides of the overflow.
I saw different pictures on different dates of the pool area, and they looked different with the amount of large rocks
around the pool.
It appears the whole bowl area of the upper falls collapsed at one time to produce all those large rocks.
More googling indicated rock slides at the falls in the last ten years.
I have to assume there were more in the years prior to that.
I suspect that rock slides had to happen a number of times because the falls now looks like the length
of the combined two falls.
The falls we climbed seemed to be about 60' to 80' high, not 150' as it is listed now.
I can't believe we would even consider climbing 150'.
I couldn't find any vintage photos of Manoa Falls.
Maybe someone has them.
I'll let Roy chime in; maybe he'll say I dreamed this all up.
Now I want to see the top of the falls again.
Maybe Roy can climb up and take a photo while I wait at the bottom.

----- Original Message -----
From: Clarence Shibuya
To: Hal
Sent: Sunday, November 22, 2009 12:16 PM
Subject: Re: 11/21/09

Hi Harold!

Thanks to Elsie that I got on your mailing list.
Keep me posted on what's going on and take care.


----- Original Message -----
From: Ray Tsuneyoshi
To: Hal
Sent: Sunday, November 22, 2009 8:07 AM
Subject: RE: 11/22/09

You made two really great observations: First, the Japanese spoken in Hawaii.
I took 2 years of Japanese at the University of Hawaii.
The first year instructor was a young lady from Tokyo.
Since it was a conversational language class we would have talks about local issues and experiences.
One day, I used the word”chitto” that I remember my parents using for “ a little”.
The instructor stopped the class and asked me where I heard that word.
I replied that my parents used it to mean “a little” .
She laughed and said the people of the southern island of Kyushu used that word and that they had stopped
using that term over 60 years ago.
Since the class took place in 1960 and my grandfather came to the islands in the early 1900’s it affirms the fact
that languages get frozen in time when people move to a new environment.
Second was her comment from Miss Nunez.
A parallel comment was made several years earlier by a Mrs. Suzuki who, I think, was the Librarian
at Kaimuki Intermediate.
My mother met her at a PTA meeting and Mrs. Suzuki reportedly commented that every 15 or so years a bunch
of kids come along in one class that stands out in terms of potential to achieve great things.
It is very apparent, by the shared experiences in these email exchanges, that both teachers were right on the money.
I count my self fortunate to be a part of a great bunch of people.

----- Original Message -----
From: June Yanazawa Kobayashi
To: Hal
Sent: Saturday, November 21, 2009 9:29 PM
Subject: RE: 11/21/09

Jean, your spam musubi story had me laughing until my sides hurt!
7 cups of rice for 3 musubi!
That is way beyond GIANT!

Earlier this year, my daughter’s fiancé Jason had his brother Joe come from Kansas for a visit.
Yoko and Jason both love spam musubi but I wasn’t sure how Joe would take to them.
I made some anyway (normal sized, not like Jean’s!) and Joe fell in love with them on the spot.
He asked me how to make them.
I showed him my spam musubi maker and he commented on how much he would LOVE to have one to take
back to Kansas.
Since he was leaving later that day, I gave him mine with written instructions and tips (like wet the knife before cutting).
He must have gone back and immediately made some because I got pictures by e mail the next day of perfect looking
Kansas spam musubi.
I also gave a spam musubi maker to my cousin from Japan.
He ate spam musubi at my house and said that there is nothing like it in Japan.
I also had to get him cans of spam since spam is not sold where he lives.
So spam musubi will soon be circling the globe! Alaska and Kansas and Japan!

Bing, I will send you a spam musubi maker with pictures and instructions!

And Jean, you are absolutely right about people who move away from the main center of their culture
keeping the “old ways” longer.
It is true of language.
When we first got married 40 years ago, my husband (who is from Japan) was always laughing at some of the
Japanese words I used saying that they were archaic and that no one in Japan used them anymore.
They were words that I learned from my grandparents like “hinoshi” for iron.
He said that “hinoshi” meant the type of iron that was hollow inside that you put hot coals into.
I asked him what the modern Japanese word was for an electric iron and he said “iron” (pronounced ai-lon).
Now, he is experiencing the same thing because people who come from Japan say that words that he uses
are old fashioned.

Brenda, it is so great to hear from you!
I remember you well because you were so kind and friendly to me when we first went to Kaimuki Intermediate School.
I didn’t know a lot of people when school first started and you went out of your way to talk to me.
I can see that you haven’t changed and that you have touched many lives.
You make people feel good, even the President of the United States!

Thank the Lord for the internet!
It has enabled us to connect with people we thought were lost forever.
I used to often wonder what happened to many of our classmates and this has given me a chance to reconnect
and discover things I never knew (like what a phenomenal memory Nuk has!)

In high school, one of our teachers (can’t remember exactly but I think it was Miss Nunez) said that every class
had its own character and that the Class of 1960 was definitely different from the rest.
I asked in what way and she replied that we were strong opinionated rebels.
We judged people on their merits and demanded a lot from both our fellow classmates and from the teachers.
We did things that others would not dare to do.
We did not accept something just because a teacher said it but wanted an explanation for everything.
If the explanation made sense, we accepted it.
If it did not make sense, we rejected it and kept probing.
I think what she was trying to say was that we could be a teacher’s worst nightmare!
I had never thought of us in that way and it is interesting to see how everyone turned out.

Can’t wait for our reunions next year!

----- Original Message -----
From: Robert Nukushina
To: hal
Sent: Saturday, November 21, 2009 7:54 PM
Subject: Re: 11/21/09

Elsie, the Reverend I met was a visiting Reverend, a very short haole elderly man with blondish hair.
I don't remember what the occasion was but there were a lot of kids there.
Mrs. Fujinaga, now that rings a bell.
At one time, I didn't think I would forget that name.
I don't remember the cap and gown graduation.
You see, you have a great memory!
Fat faced?
Maybe cheeky cute!
I didn't remember our entertainment programs being held on one of the classroom verandahs and stairways
until I continued writing about Manoa Elemen School again.
I still remember the Hawaiian ones with the hula dances and how colorful and musical it was.

Betty Ann, that's the reason I like reading this blog.
It helps me remember my childhood.
Volleyballing our memories with each other helps to develop a better picture of our past.
I visited Waipio Valley in the mid-90s with some friends including Doug Abe and wife.
We left our 4X4 at the viewpoint and hiked in, past the waterfall on the far side.
Those taro leaves were so huge, we could wrap you in one like a taro taco.
We also hiked midway up the hill on the far side near the beach which can be seen on most photos of Waipio Valley.
I was curious to want to hike up further, but my curiosity would only lead me farther and farther away,
so we just came back down and walked along the beach.
There's probably spam musubi stuff on the web.
My wife either fries the spam plain or in shoyu/teri sauce; tasty either way; with or w/o nori, but mo betta w/nori.

Yeah, what is a giant ume? The ones I had for school lunches were about 3/4" round.
The other size I've had as an adult is slightly larger than a pea.
I hate to ask Jean what she thinks a giant ume is.
If I had those football size musubi of hers when I was growing up, I wouldn't have been so scrawny;
I would be sumo size.
I was laughing and amazed reading her description of her, our Jean, lovingly and thoughtfully making her musubis,
adding layers and layers of rice.
Seven cups of rice!
And her friend ate two of those footballs? LOL
Actually, that should go over big in Hawaii at her new restaurant.
Football Musubis by Jean.
Six musubis will feed six to twelve seniors, or three young adults, or one real Hawaiian on a diet.
Basketball musubis must be ordered one day ahead.
Deficit size musubis, inquire within; health insurance required.

I don't know much about Hilo and didn't visit there until I was in my 30s.
We got back late to Hilo one evening from touring around by car, and tried to eat dinner at 8pm.
What was I thinking?
That's when I learned the term, 'roll up the sidewalks at night'

----- Original Message -----
From: agokan
To: "Hal"
Sent: Saturday, November 21, 2009 1:37 PM
Subject: Re: 11/21/09

HI Hal;
Just a quick KUDOs to the reunion committee for their continuous efforts, especially Pearl Mori, who retains contact
with the many '60s classmates.

Hey.......Been hearing from many of you from Waialae Elementary school, but I'd like to hear from the different
classmates that attended Liholiho Kodama, John Kotaka, Marjorie Mau, Dolly Afalava,
Caroln Amoy, Carolyn Ontai, Helene Ellis, George Haitsuka,Andy Nakano, Janet Thomas, Ralph Yamasaki,
Sadie Shishido, Mollie Kai, Pamela Kim, Etc.........
How many remember Kapaolono Park, who the hula teacher was that threatened to sit on us if we didn't sit properly,
on our legs?
I remember scaling the walls near the tennis courts, playing on the swings and playing jacks by the hours.
Also, have been wondering about Tremaine Lui & Winona Aikala.
Arline Hirahara Gokan

----- Original Message -----
From: Brenda Ignacio
To: hal
Sent: Saturday, November 21, 2009 8:00 AM
Subject: Re: 11/21/09

Hal: Actually it is the bringing of memories forward and having these NEW realizations of how the threads of our lives
are so beautifully woven together that is giving so much fresh joy, don't you think?
We are all connected in such a sweet way. Love it!

And, oh, have an idea for a class gift for Nuk: A hand held vacuum cleaner, so he can make room for more info
in that space above his neck, which is scarey sometimes. Ha.

I would love to be part of finding "our" tree.
Maybe when Dr. Manny is down here in December?

Elsie: That was near the Pau'uilo General Store, right?
Did the 4 o'clock whistle still blow from the sugar mill?
Did you ever venture up to the ranch?
So beautiful up there, with pheasants, wild daisies all over the expanse of green, cattle guards ........
My mother used to work at the little Ninole Post Office with her friend, a DeMello, who lived in the house right there!
Of course I was in kindergarten or 1st grade at the time.
We moved to Honolulu when I was 9 and I attended Lunalilo Elementary before KIS.
Any Ignacio from the Hamakua coast is a relative, trust me.

Betty Ann: I will have a giant ume for you!
This one is from Nagoya, but I'm sure I can either find one here or order one special.

This day feels amazing.
And this blog is adding so much joy and meaning to life.
Thanks, thanks, thanks!

November 21, 2009

Statehood Tree: does anyone remember where this tree is planted ?
Would be great to find it and incorporate it in some way into our 50th reunion celebration.

Thanks Elsie, got Abu's address... actually, had an address for him but wasn't sure if it was correct or whether it was OK to
have him on the list... you know, all those place names you mentioned aren't familiar to me... never paid attention as a
child visiting and that one time visiting as an adult... and never going beyond Honoka'a with the few business trips I took
thereafter... lolo yeah ?

Whoa... Betty, Brenda, Elsie, Pearl, Manny, Carlos, Andra, Calvin... and who knows who else... living or connected to the
Big Island in some way... as Betty said, too bad we learn of some of these things 50 years later... nonetheless, that's what
I really like about this blog... connecting with classmates, friends, and their spouses, even though 50 years have passed.

Below a condensed-version copy of the Bulldog Bulletion that is now being sent out.


READY, SET, GO !!!!!
Join your classmates in celebration of Kaimuki High School's Class of 1960 "NIFTY FIFTY" reunion in 2010.
The committee has planned a fun-filled schedule of activities to create a nostalgic and memorable getaway with your classmates
Please indicate in the space preceding each line how many participants in each activity and the number of items (medallions,
decals, cookbooks) you are interested in so the committee can proceed with finalizing details, dates and costs.
We would appreciate your responses by DECEMBER 31, 2009 to Pearl Mori, 1448 Lunalilo St., #2, Honolulu, HI 96814.
ANY and ALL volunteers, suggestions and recipes are welcome !
A follow-up newsletter will be mailed out when plans are finalized.

____ April 17, 2010 Banquet, Pearl Country Club
____ April Round the Island Bus Tour
____ Craft Fair / Silent Auction
____ Class Medallion sale
____ Bulldog Patches ( $5 estimate )
____ Cookbook Sale ( $10 estimate ) All you gourmet cooks, submit your favorite recipes ASAP to: Hal [ ]
or Pearl Mori at address given above, no later than January 31, 2010.
____ April 15, 2010 Golf, 1st Round ( Late morning tee times )
____ April 13 or 16, 2010 Golf, 2nd Round - based on interest / available reservation. Courses to be announced.
____ October 7 to 12, 2010 5-night Las Vegas travel package is being negotiated at a Boyd hotel, including air, hotel, 3 meals daily,
airport transfers and baggage handling. Departure HNL: 1:00p.m. Price will be available after January 2010.
____ October 10, 2010 Luncheon, Main Street Hotel and Casino
____ October 8, 2010 Golf, late morning tee times ( 2 days ).
____ October 11, 2010 Golf, courses to be announced.
____ October Craft Fair ( dependent on number of crafters participating )
____ October Slot Tournament $20 ( prepaid with reservation )
____ October Possible pre or post reunion with mainland classmates in California in conjunction with Las Vegas event.
Looking for mainland organizers.

And... as in the past, donations and door prizes are always welcome and sincerely appreciated.
Checks may be made payable to KHS Class or 1960

PHONE NO.:_____________________________________________________
COMMENTS / SUGGESTIONS:______________________________________

Pearl Mori, 808 554-**** , pearl.mori
Bobbie Hanoa, 808 373- , bobbiehanoa
Muriel Masumura, 808 734- , mmasumura
Ron Higa - Golf, 808 623- , rhiga

ACCESS CLASS OF 1960 "MEMORIES" ----------
or send your email address to

Will pass on contact info on the other 'contacts' in the usual manner... in any case they'll be on the mailed out bulletin.



----- Original Message -----
From: ayershome
To: 'Hal'
Sent: Friday, November 20, 2009 7:19 PM
Subject: RE: 11/20/09

Nuk: I told my sister about you and just had to print out your memories of Manoa School.

In fact, had lunch with her today and showed her the many pages….she was so overwhelmed and said, “wow,
gotta read this at home”.
The Kindergarten was run by Reverend and Mrs. Fujinaga and remembered that graduation was in full black cap
and gown with photos taken of each student.
Remembered seeing my fat faced picture, but don’t think I can find it without going through many boxes.

Brenda: You must have moved to Hon. many years before I moved there.
And Hal, we lived first at the very bottom of the road leading up to Kukaiau Ranch, then moved to Ninole in a house owned
by the Aguiar family, where there was the smallest post office called Ninole Post Office.
Eventually moved to Hilo up by the hospital on Wailuku Dr.
Most of our friends were Japanese families living on the sugar plantation.
But, we also knew a lot of Portuguese families, i.e. Aguiars, Toledos, Alfonso, DeLuz and a Jerry Ignacio, which may have
been Brenda’s relative.
Wonderful memories of our country life and the people who extended their hospitality over and beyond.....their generosity
was heartwarming!

Hal, did you get my message about Clarence (Abu) Shibuya?
His email address had changed.
That’s why he was not getting these “memories” blogs.
Know he’s a golfer, but heard that he went bowling recently after more 25 yrs. and won a nice Jackpot.
He bowled well and with his handicap, was able to win a nice prize .…how about that!
Doing this in the evening, so quite exhausted after a long day out.
Time to moi moi, until next time, be well.
Elsie Tanaka Ayers


----- Original Message -----
From: Bradshaw, Betty Ing
To: Hal
Sent: Friday, November 20, 2009 12:25 PM
Subject: RE: 11/20/09

Seda and Nuk you both are the only reason I remembered the stairway supporting structure at Waialae Elementary School
and across the street, the Petrie Park.
When Seda mentioned the stairway supporting structure I strained my memory banks which seemed to be empty until this
picture popped into my mind from nowhere.
I didn’t even remember the name of the park until Nuk mentioned it and I suddenly remembered the things that we did there.
Thanks for the memories.

Jean, the nerf football story just shows what a nice person you are for even trying to make a spam musubi.
I myself never heard of a spam musubi.
Could someone else from our class submit a normal spam musubi for the Class of 1960’s Cookbook.
I would like to see a picture of one.
I have eaten a spam sushi from Shirokiya and enjoyed it immensely.
It is the size of any nigiri sushi with a strip of fried spam in place of the fish sitting on top of the rice with a thin strip of nori
around the middle of the nigiri, resembling a belt.

Pearl Shimooka Mori, the grape tomato ume sounds like another recipe for the Class cookbook.
Why did they string it on a skewer?
Do they grill it?

Brenda, my mother was a Hamakua baby too.
She was born in Honoka’a.
Her father’s name was Totaro Suzuki.
The family moved to Kona when she was a little girl.
My cousins and I spent a few summers picking coffee on my grandfathers coffee land in Kona.
When he lost the land, I spent many summers in Kona with my cousins who lived there.
I wish I knew about your background back then.
We might have found more things in common to share.
BTW I have never seen a giant ume.
I will be looking for one when we get back to Honolulu for the April reunion.

Hal, my husband has been down that steep road to Waipio valley.
On one of our trips home to visit Kona, I checked with the hotel every day to see whether the van that takes tourists down
was scheduled to go down.
If the weather is inclement, the van does not go down because of insurance reasons.
On the Thursday before we left, we got lucky, the van was scheduled to tour Waipio that day.
It was wonderful and safe, you and your wife should try it.
It is still no real paved roads in the valley.
There are taro patches, mango, and the kind of plants that grow in that kind of surroundings.
The driver of the van was a young Japanese Hawaiian guy but he had bags under his eyes.
I asked him why.
He said that he was the drummer for the bon dance the night before and the old ladies wouldn’t stop dancing so he had to
keep drumming well past midnight into the wee hours of the morning.
Hank and I began laughing because my aunt Alice Kusunoki went to the bon dance the night before and she loves to dance.
At the time she was in her late 80s.
We asked him if he knew her and his eyes got wide.
He answered she was one of the old ladies that insisted on dancing into the night.
After that, he warmed up to us and talked story all the way through the tour.
My aunt has since passed away but this is how my husband remembers my Aunt Alice.

Pearl, time capsules are sometimes buried in the cornerstone of a new building or structure.
According to the history of KHS on the KHS website two likely candidates are the 50-meter Olympic swimming pool completed
in 1961 or the new auto mechanics shop completed in 1962.


November 20, 2009

Copy of KHS Bulldog Bulletin being mailed out will be posted on Pbase website shortly.

Nuk, I fell asleep totally confused ; )

Brenda, quite honestly I visited Kukuihaele just a handful of times as a kid and just once as an
adult... barely recognized or remembered much that last time... same with Honoka'a.
My sister might correct me on this... my uncles were born there and they and my Mom were raised
there... believe it or not, I've never been down into Waipio Valley... back then my Mom, after seeing
all the stalled and up-ended vehicles on the 'road' going down, refused to allow me to accompany
my uncle to his taro patch even in his four-wheel-drive jeep.


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