Apologies in advance if you have received this in error
If you don't recognize some of the names of classmates below...
well, that's what yearbooks and reunions are for.
http://www.pbase.com/halinhi/khs60lv02
( 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 50 years from high school is just around the corner.
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)
These are a few of the classmates known to have been receiving the email 'memories'...
either directly or through one of the classmates listed below.
Listed here so 'you' know who some of those classmates are who are aware of the emails...
also as a reminder to pass it on... and also to possibly trigger more memories.
Apologies to those inadvertently mis-named, misspelled or unlisted.
Alvin Kajioka, Amy Higashi, Andra Dean, Bessie Shimabukuro, Betty Ing, Calvin Ishizaki, Calvin Kang, Carl Yasuda, Carole Masuda,
Chester Otani, Clifford Ching, Clifford Young, Clinton Chung, Dave Sato, Dennis Sakaguchi, Elsie Oshiro, Frances Mise, Francine Song,
Gary Tsukamoto, Gerri Barcenas, Irene Rocha, Jean Nakamura, June Yanazawa, Karen Iha, Kenneth Morimoto, Kenneth Ginoza, Lance Ishihiro,
Lorene Watanabe, Louise Lung, Lynne Zane, Martin Buell, Michael Yamaguchi, Muriel Masumura, Norman Ginoza, Paul Texeira, Pearl Shimooka,
Ralph Yamasaki, Raynor Tsuneyoshi, Richard Shintaku, Robert Moriyama, Robert Nukushina, Roger Kobayashi, Ronald Higa, Roy Okano, Ruth Kinoshita,
Sandra Ishimoto, Seda Deguchi, Shirley Tamashiro, Stanley Miura, Thomas Okuhara, Thomas Takushi, Tony Ballesteros, Tremaine Lui, Vernon Wong, Wade Morikone, Wayne Kanai
Mahalo,
Hal Oshiro
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May 26, 2009
Back then, one of my cousins ( older ) became a close friend of Larry Mehau who was with the 'Metro Squad'.
My cousin, who was tough, husky and an amateur sumo wrestler ( hey, some things don't run in the family tree ),
would tell me stories of joining in occasionally in the squad's patrols and roundups.
The descriptions of his fellow 'squad members' and beatings-intimidations makes me think the 'Metro Squad' was involved in your adventure.
If so, man - you guys really may have gotten more of a lucky break than it appeared.
Hal
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From: Robert Moriyama
Subject: Re: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 5 / 2 5 / 09 add-on )
To: "Hal"
Date: Tuesday, May 26, 2009 8:25 AM
Hal,
Since you brought that up again, I'll tell you about another "Small Fish" story
and how the first of the three Japanese men altered or shaped my (our) career or destiny.
During the Cavalier years, we made arrangements for one of us to use his father's car to pick us up in Kaimuki/Palolo.
The car was built in the 40's and was either a Plymounth or Dodge.
I forgot where we were going, but we were looking forward to having a great night out and meeting some nice pretty girls.
We drove down Likelike Hwy and started cruising down Vineyard Blvd as we laughed and joked around.
Suddenly out of the corner of my eye, I saw a car, wheels peeling, and engine roaring come out of the alleyway.
It circled our vehicle on the right, told us to pull over, and came to a screeching halt.
Then two huge gorillas, 300 plus pounds, either Hawaiiians or Samoans jumped from the car
and rushed up to our vehicle and poiinted his 38 pistol through the back window and told us to get out.
They lined us up along the sideway in front of this concrete building to told us to "spread eagle".
Kicked our legs apart and hands spread above our heads while they searched us.
Imagine, just like a Starky and Hutch movie thriller.
They talked awhile after having found nothing unusual during their search, then I heard it. Let's go downtown! Like, oh sh-t, not again.
We jumped in the car again and headed for the Police Station.
Since we were not frequent visitors to the old Police Station, the vice squad drove along side of us, said a few nasty words,
like dumb sh-t, and also to follow them which we did.
As I recall, the DO (Duty Officer) was a JPO, Japanese Police Officer., and was located upstairs and seated behind a counter.
He asked what we were doing and we told him contrary to the vice squad claim that we were "Drag Racing".
Yeah right, the stock 40 series car probably wouldn't do 70 mph.
The Officer believed our story that we weren't drag racing and let us go that night.
To this day, I appreciated that he didn't book us. He is just the first that I got a break from.
So till today, whenever I' m go the Honolulu and pass the concrete building on Maunakea Street, I remember "That Night".
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----- Original Message -----
From: Robert Moriyama
To: Hal
Sent: Tuesday, May 26, 2009 7:23 AM
Subject: Re: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 5 / 2 5 / 09 add-on )
Vernon,
Washing the face mask with tobacco is temporary besides my father didn't want us to waste his camel cigarettes.
The best thing I found that you find everywhere along the beach is the juice from the leaves of the naupaka or scaviola (spelling) plant.
It is a light green, broad leave plant that has a round, white flower and grows to about 4-5 feet, but I've seen it grow to about 10 feet.
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May 25, 2009
Moriyama - re: the great Crane Park vice squad raid caper...
spoke to Clinton Chung over the weekend - lesson learned...
always do things illegal out in the open - it's easier to run and scatter.
Hal
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May 25, 2009
After Chester Otani brought up the article on Manny Mattos I remembered this article.
Some of you have seen this great article featuring another one of our classmates.
http://www.pbase.com/halinhi/image/112984147
Hal
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----- Original Message -----
From: richard shintaku
To: 'Hal'
Cc: garyt
Sent: Monday, May 25, 2009 6:57 AM
Subject: RE: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 5 / 25 / 09 add-on )
Hal, Gary Tsukamoto is from Moiliili. . E-mail him
Get Tillie’s email from him. She’s from Kapahulu
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May 25, 2009
The Bull Durham bag for the swim face mask is a new one on me.
Then of course I was never much into ocean things (long story).
Hal
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----- Original Message -----
From: Vernon Wong
To: Harold Oshiro
Sent: Monday, May 25, 2009 4:40 AM
Subject: RE: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 5 / 25 / 09 add-on )
The mention of Bull Durham brought back a couple of long lost thoughts.
The last time I saw Bull Durham, or smoked the stuff, was in 1967-68.
But while in KHS I´d buy it (6 cents) for one purpose:
I´d wet the bag in ocean water (with tobacco still in the pouch, or course) and wiipe (clean?) my face mask before going spear fishing.
I thought Bull Durham worked better than limu, or ghala-ghala.
Uncle Charlie
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May 25, 2009
Updated entries in http://www.pbase.com/halinhi/khs60lv02
' Gone but not forgotten '
' PBlog '
Hal
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----- Original Message -----
From: Robert Moriyama
To: Hal
Sent: Sunday, May 24, 2009 10:07 AM
Subject: Re: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 5 / 23 / 09 add-on )
Gee, I thought everybody used the Bull Durham bag at the faucets to catch the sand and grit that came out of the piping.
Guess I grew up in the "sticks".
Living in Palolo Valley was an experience and also an adventure.
Besides the chicken, duck, and pigeon coops, we had a thicket, but more like a Kiawe forest where we grew up and played.
We, cousins and neighborhood friends, built a club house and played army and hide and go seek:
constructed rope bridges and swung like "Tarzan" between the trees; and hunted birds, rats and trapped mongoose.
Occassionally we would fill either a mayonnaise or peanut butter bottle of water and got some sandwiches with peanut butter and guava jelly
which my mom made, and headed up the mountain bordering the property.
We hiked from where the Sunshine market is located up St. Louis Heights when there were no houses to Carlos Long and beyond.
We ate anything we could find, from guava, American guava, rosey apple, lilikoi, and occasionally mountain apples.
The mountain apple trees were tricky since the branches would just break under your weight and not bend like a guava tree branch.
The trick was to balance your weight on one branch while holding on to another branch and stretching out with the other hand and stick to knock the mountain apple down.
The other trick was to get down before the others ate it up.
Then, the fun started. The pace backhome started slow, then the pace picked up going downhill and eventually it was a race to get back home.
The hardest parts were going down the side of the cactus infested mountain and through the kiawe thorns in the forest.
We treated the scratches and cuts by squeezing the sap from honohono grass and it sort of worked.
At night, my mom would heat the tip of the safety pin to dig out all the thorns from my foot since we climb up - without shoes.
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May 23, 2009
Haven't heard from the Kapahulu-Waikiki-McCully-etc. people yet.
I remember our school boundaries being from Koko Head (Hawaii Kai) to Honolulu Stadium.
Well, up to our year anyway - probably why we had one of the largest student bodies at the time.
Hal
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----- Original Message -----
From: Seda Deguchi Pratz
To: Hal
Sent: Saturday, May 23, 2009 6:09 AM
Subject: Re: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 5 / 23 / 09 add-on )
Dear Hal,
All the stories of the Palolo Valley, brought my memories back. I remember that all my friends live in Palolo Valley and they got to catch the bus
to school every day. What fun! My mother drop me of and pick me up from school everyday. Then finally my dream came true. My family
had to sell our house to the city because of the new Highway coming through, we lived on the corner of Waialae and 19th Ave.
My father who was a painting contractor started building our new home so we need to rent a house. We rented a house in Palolo Valley. Funny
what young people think is important. I loved that year. Everyday I caught the bus to and from school, stopping in Kamuki and eating macaroni
salad and drinking a chocolate coke. Sometimes I would eat cone sushi or buy a bag of cracked seed.
On another note, I saw Lorene Watanabe's name on your list I would love to get in contact with her, could you ask if she would mind me
writing to her.
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----- Original Message -----
From: Ray Tsuneyoshi
To: hal
Sent: Saturday, May 23, 2009 4:45 AM
Subject: Re: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 5 / 23 / 09 add-on )
To All,
For me , the memories of Kaimuki life include living on 21st Avenue when it dead ended right in front of our home and there was a thicket where the kids used to play "explorer".
As a big city kid the most cultural shock I experienced was summer visits to my Grandfather's house in a little plantation town called Hala-ula in Kohala on the big Island.
As a pre-teen ager I remember they still cooked on a kerosene stove and the ice box literally needed a big block of ice to keep things cool.
There was a Bull Durham tobacco bag over the faucet spout because the water occasionally contained tadpoles.
There was a crank Victrola to play 78 rpm records and there was only radio for entertainment.
There was a big ohea (mountain apple) tree in the back yard that I would climb up and eat the fruit until I had no appetite for lunch and got scoldings from my aunt.
The town of Halaula was torn down when the Kohala Sugar Mill closed and hundreds of people had to find other jobs.
It was there that I learned to fish. That is an affliction that is with me even today as Betty Ann can attest to.
RayT
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----- Original Message -----
From: Robert Moriyama
To: Hal
Sent: Friday, May 22, 2009 7:41 AM
Subject: Re: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 5 / 22 / 09 add-on )
Stories of diapers, pillow cases, and dish towels, nah. It was for real!
I grew up in Palolo Valley where we had chickens and ducks, and picked up Kiawe beans for the horses where Jean once lived.
My mom had her best friend, Mr. Singer Sewing Machine.
She made anything you could think of from the rice and chicken feed bags to pillow cases, blanket covers, dish towels,
and even our pants before my brother and I attended school.
The pants were similar to those shown in the old south movies where two straps on the back came over the shoulders to buttons on the front so your pants won't fall down.
To go with the pants, we didn't have shoes. I remember that I had to walk from home to Palolo Elementary School.
Jean had to walk too and I remember her because she had ...shoes.
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----- Original Message -----
From: Bradshaw, Betty Ing
To: Hal
Sent: Friday, May 22, 2009 6:13 AM
Subject: RE: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 5 / 22 / 09 add-on )
Guess what, my batchan, Seiki Suzuki, also made a lot of stuff out of those rice and flour bags. She taught me which end to unravel the threads.
If you did it correctly, the thread came off in one long string. We made balls out of the string for later use. My batchan was a wedding kimono seamstress.
She taught me how to sew. I still use her old sewing machine. It is run by a pulley that you pump with your feet. I still unravel threads and make them into balls for later use.
I do this automatically and had forgotten all of this until you guys triggered my memories.
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----- Original Message -----
From: June Yanazawa Kobayashi
To: Hal
Sent: Thursday, May 21, 2009 7:01 PM
Subject: RE: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 5 / 20 / 09 add-on
Hal, my Grandma also made a lot of stuff out of Botan rice bags including dish towels, pillow covers, and even underwear!
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----- Original Message -----
From: Elsie Oshiro Kaneshiro
To: Hal
Sent: Thursday, May 21, 2009 4:56 PM
Subject: Re: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 5 / 20 / 09 add-on )
Yeah, I remember those versatile bags, tho I don't remember our mom making clothes out of them, maybe underwear, and yes, pillowcases, etc..
And I don't call it a chicken farm anymore, to be politically correct, it's a poultry farm, ha! ha!
And you didn't say where we moved to - lovely Hawaii Kai, no, I guess I mean Koko Head.
At least we were privileged as we had the bus stop right in front of our house, which we fell asleep on because of the long drive before arriving home.
We couldn't attend Kalani High School, which was built right where we lived, because our year didn't start yet, bummer.
But then we wouldn't have the friends & memories we had from Kaimuki High.
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----- Original Message -----
From: Roger Kobayashi
To: Hal
Sent: Wednesday, May 20, 2009 10:03 PM
Subject: Re: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 5 / 20 / 09 add-on )
I remember that rice came in 100 pound bags.
My grandmother would undo the stitches, spread the bag out in the sun to bleach the stenciling away and make something
(I distinctly remember the process, not the end result.)
I recall stories of the same material being used as diapers.
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May 20, 2009
The baby blue '56 ('57 ?) Caddy with the big fins ! I remember it.
Guess you knew where I was raised, June.
Although, at our home if I remember correctly, those versatile 'bag' fabrics were used as pillow cases, sheets, etc.
My sister Elsie will confirm or correct me on that one I"m sure.
Our farm was in Waialae where the Kalani H.S. tennis-outdoor basketball courts are now and we moved away before starting high school.
Ahh the 50 years ago good old days.
Hal
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----- Original Message -----
From: June Kobayashi
To: Hal
Sent: Wednesday, May 20, 2009 7:14 PM
Subject: RE: 50 Years - memories and reunion ( 5 / 20 / 09 add-on )
To Bing: Mention of your house in Kaimuki and your parents brought back so many memories! I also remember your blue Cadillac!
To Jean: I certainly don’t remember you as being “strange”!
I remember you as a tall (at least compared to me), willowy, photogenic, nice, sweet girl and I would have given anything to have a few inches of your height!
I’m happy you remember my cookies. I still use that recipe which I got from my Mom.
I don’t think any of us knew a whole lot about each other’s lives back then. I lived on a chicken farm.
In those days, chicken feed was sold in 100 pound bags and the bags were not made of burlap but of actual fabric.
My Grandma would carefully wash the fabric and we used it to sew clothes.
In school, I could always tell who raised chickens because we had clothes made out of the same fabric!
My parents were very strict. I couldn’t go anywhere unless my Dad took me and picked me up.
If a boy came over that my Dad didn’t like (which was pretty much any boy), my Dad would turn our German Shepherd loose and that would end that!
Needless to say, I didn’t have many boyfriends!
Back then, my best friend was Bing. She kept me sane and laughing.
I think she understood me better than I understood myself and she knew what I was thinking even before the thought completely formed in my head.
Bing, Carole Masuda, Janie Higa, Suzie Uyeda and Dellie Honda were the sisters I never had.
I could not have survived middle school and high school without them!
I remember going to my first banquet and not eating because I couldn’t figure out which utensil to use …
when you eat with chopsticks at home, a lot of silverware in front of you can be very intimidating.
I remember Wade Morikone playing the accordion, Clifton Yoshida playing the piano, and Ethel Aramaki singing at assemblies.
I remember Lance Ishihiro’s beautiful handwriting … on the first day of school a teacher read the “ce” at the end of his first name as an “a” and called him “Lana”.
I remember the artistic talents of Avis Gima and Blanche Nishimura…they could draw anything.
I remember Sanford Murata teaching a bunch of us how to dance the “Bop” when we were in the 8th grade.
I remember Douglas Abe being the “brain”. No matter how hard I studied, I could never beat him on a test!
I remember being certain even back then that Kenneth Kodama, Ted Kobayashi and Bing would go far in life.
I remember dances on the patio at Bing’s house and also in Carole Masuda’s back yard.
I remember football games at the old Aloha Stadium. Kaimuki and McKinley were always battling to stay out of last place.
I remember NOT going to Senior Prom because I caught the flu. And I remember our graduation at the Waikiki Shell.
I haven’t thought about a lot of this stuff since … can’t remember when!
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May 20, 2009
Much as I could try otherwise, I would never be able to convince my wife that 'Booger' is a term of endearment : )
Bing, having been your classmate since hana-bata days I'm sure you meant Waialae Elementary not Waianae...
otherwise, you're right - that was one hell of a long distance to commute.
I would imagine that more than half of the current generation of female spouses control at least half of the family purse strings.
And I suppose, why not ? (course, would be nice for those male spouses to be able to keep the rest of the purse strings from being wrested from their grasp : D )
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----- Original Message -----
From: Bradshaw, Betty Ing
To: Hal
Sent: Tuesday, May 19, 2009 11:57 AM
Subject: RE: 50 Years - Memories and Reunion ( 5 / 19 / 09 add-on )
Hi,
Guess what? My mother (Japanese) also had an emergency fund.
We had our first house on Paiko Drive. It was on the beach and because the area was still pig farms, etc., it was relatively inexpensive.
But it was far out and we had to commute "long distances" for my parents to work at Pacific Motors and us to go to Waianae Elementary and Kaimuki Intermediate.
So my father (Chinese) went house hunting in Kaimuki. He found one that he really liked, showed it to my mother who liked it too.
They met with the realtor but my father said that they didn't have enough for the down payment. My mom magically produced the down.
My father talked about how amazing my mom was for the rest of his life.
I carried on the tradition in a modern way. I kept my savings, checking, investment, and credit card accounts in my name only. I even file my taxes separately.
Because the times changed and I was able to get a job that paid equal to what men get paid, even after two divorces I was able to buy a house on my own.
My third husband and I have lived in it happily for 31 years.
For the next generation of women, I suspect that they will need to have pre-nuptial agreements to safeguard any investments and assets they owned
prior to the marriage and those that they amass during the marriage through their own earnings.
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----- Original Message -----
From: WORLEY, (Nakamura) JEAN M
To: Hal
Sent: Tuesday, May 19, 2009 5:46 AM
Subject: RE: 50 Years - Memories and Reunion ( 5 / 19 / 09 add-on )
Yes, leave my message on the 50yrs…postings. I can’t add much to the nickname list.
The only nickname I remember was Pinkie. I was sad that I never got a nickname in high school.
In 1975 my Immigration Boss from Texas saw how much I liked over-easy eggs and bacon on rice with shoyu
that he started calling me “FAT BACK” another name for bacon.
People thought he was insulting me but I was so happy to finally have a nickname.
Now my kids and their friends call me Mama-san.
My sister-in-law was indignant when she heard that and told me that wasn’t a nice name.
I like it better than what my brother-in-law in Virginia calls his wife, whom he loves dearly, “BOOGER.
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May 19, 2009
Hi Jean,
Sorry, don't have those email addresses for any of the classmates mentioned.
I am going to make the assumption that you won't mind if I post your message on the '50 yrs...' postings.
Hopefully there might be someone receiving the postings who has an email address to pass on to you or me...
or knows someone else that may have one... anyone ?
Mahalo,
Hal
P.S. : Loco Moco ! Guess all Hawaii travelers do that... from loco moco to saimin to sticky rice...
and yes, almost all the old-time japanese families I knew had the mama-sans with the hidden funds.
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----- Original Message -----
From: WORLEY, (Nakamura) JEAN M
To: Hal
Sent: Monday, May 18, 2009 10:41 PM
Subject: email addresses
Hal: Do you have e:mail addresses for Velma Kekipi, Violet Noji Masuda, Priscilla Arakaki and Pauline Arakaki?
I have lost their home addresses.
Carl and Pat Yasuda walked over to our house on Sunday and we went to eat at the Stowaway Café.
The owners spent the winter in Hilo and managed to bring back 2 ½ gallons of lilikoi to make pies for
their restaurant on special occasions eg. Mother’s Day. Anyway, they also brought back LOCO MOCO
and that’s what the guys ate on Sunday. Carl came all the way to Skagway, Alaska to eat Loco Moco!!
It was quite a short visit because Boyd had to go to work at 3:30 and they had to be back on the ship at 4:30.
I had to go to the airport to pick up a package and watched as their cruise ship backed out and headed south.
I think it was about 5:00 pm. I wish I had my camera. They had a very nice day for their trip.
I enjoyed having Pat verify some of the things I had written in our family cookbook. My sister made a family
cookbook mainly to pass on the favorite recipes and also the things that our grandparents passed on to us
as far as family philosophy. One of the things our grandmother drummed into us girls was that we never tell
our husband how much money we have if we’re savings for something for the family…like the downpayment
for the house or for some special event in the future. She used to do laundry for the soldiers for just pennies
and nickels per item. When she would tell our grandfather how much money she had made that week, he
would throw a party and invite his buddies over and they would drink up the money she had worked so hard
to make. When my grandfather retired from Dole, they moved to Palolo from Lanai. My uncles had found
the house on Mahana Street and went to the Bank with my grandparents. The banker asked for $250 down-
payment and none of the men had it. My grandmother said that she excused herself and went to the bathroom
to get the money from the pocket she had sewn in her slip. She returned and slipped the money into our
grandfather’s hand so that he could give it to the banker. She also taught us that we are to make our husband
look good in public. Teach him the error of his ways in private. Pat said that when she and Carl went to do
their Living Trust, the financial advisor said that he gives the husband and the wife separate sheets to fill in
for their assets because he said that the Japanese wives always have an “emergency” fund that the husband
usually doesn’t know about. I was so happy to hear that we weren’t the only ones doing that.
This is my first night back from two days off and I can’t stop yawning. I still haven’t gotten used to the midnight
to 8 am shift. Sometimes it’s 4am before I know it and other nights the time just drags!! I need to make some coffee.
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May 17, 2009
Damn ! I remember hearing a lot of these nicknames but, for the life of me, don't remember some of the owners.
Oh well, the owners may 'own up' or - if 'you' know they don't mind....
Also repeats are OK... may find out they were misspelled or we had more than one.
Know we had a couple of 'Shmos' and a few 'Blacks'.
A few others that just popped into my head: Hash, Hauna, Hurly...
OK, I could be making some of these up... 50 years take their toll on memory.
Hal
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----- Original Message -----
From: Elsie Oshiro Kaneshiro
To: Hal
Sent: Sunday, May 17, 2009 2:22 PM
Subject: Re: Fw: 50 Years - Memories and Reunion ( 5 / / 09 add-on )
Hey Little Brother:
Don't recall anyone in my bunch with nicknames, etc. but I think my moniker for a little while was "Shorty" (I don't know why?).
Could be because there were several girls with the same first name?
But it didn't last long. I think because I grew a little taller like my baby brother.
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----- Original Message -----
From: richard shintaku
To: Hal
Sent: Sunday, May 17, 2009 6:15 AM
Subject: RE: 50 Years - Memories and Reunion ( 5 / / 09 add-on )
Ele Blur, Skinzie, Narrow, Feebs, Twatsie, Mutt, Schmo, Baby Sue, Joe Boy, Doggie, Tex, Fuzz Ball,
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----- Original Message -----
From: Vernon Wong
To: Harold Oshiro
Sent: Sunday, May 17, 2009 4:53 AM
Subject: RE: 50 Years - Memories and Reunion ( 5 / / 09 add-on )
Yo, Uncle Hal - Some classmate nicknames that came immediately to mind after reading the list:
Mongoose, Runt, Baby Soo, Buckeye. I know there are a few others.
Best Rgds,
Uncle Charlie
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May 16, 2009
Mahalo Kenneth, will add Calvin to the list.
Thought I had misplaced 'Magoo's' email address, guess I probably never had it to begin with.
Calvin's nickname - Magoo, brought back memories of other nicknames of 'back then'.
Some I can't remember who they belonged to... some the owners probably don't want to remember.
Here's a short list of those I could remember ( hey, 50 years ) - some just name contractions:
Abu, Bis, Black, Boingie, Chaz, Dodo, Fuzzy, Goos, Lobster,
Magoo, Pinky, Plug, Sarge, Shinty, Slug, Tillie, Tofu, Tug
Any others ? ( just the nicknames OK - the owners can 'own up' later )
Hal
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----- Original Message -----
From: Kenneth Ginoza
To: Hal Oshiro
Sent: Thursday, May 14, 2009 8:50 PM
Subject: CALVIN ISHIZAKI
Hal,
Add Calvin Ishizaki to the class of 60 stuff.
Ken
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----- Original Message -----
From: Chester Otani
Sent: Thursday, May 07, 2009 2:29 PM
Subject: Hana Hou: The Magazine of Hawaiian Airlines
The link below is from a past issue of Hana Hou, the Hawaiian Airlines magazine.
The article is called "THE ART OF THE WARRIOR, and it features Manny Mattos, our Kaimuki High School classmate.
The article is 6 pages long, click on the numbers at the bottom of the page to access the rest of the article.
http://www.hanahou.com/pages/Magazine.asp?Action=DrawArticle&ArticleID=537&MagazineID=34&Page=1
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----- Original Message -----
From: Roy Okano
To: Hal
Sent: Wednesday, May 06, 2009 12:16 PM
Subject: Re: 50 Years - Memories and Reunion ( 5 / 5 / 09 add-on )
Hey Hal,
Some more for your list. Chip's (next to Scotty's - 24 hour breakfast), Crack Seed House,
Tropic's, Kau Kau Corner, KPOI, Sen-Sen, Violet candy, Oasis Night Club, Tamashiro Market,
Rainbow Drive-Inn, Shuman-Carriage, Buster Brown Shoes, Keds, Taguchi Auto Repair,
Queen's Surf, Palaka shorts, Kokusae Theater, Kress Stores, Liberty Bank, Woolworth,
Gems, Pat's at Punaluu, Kodak Hula Show.
Roy
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May 5, 2009
Things are slowing down again...
thought I'd add some pics from 'back then' on the reunion website.
('borrowed' from Hon. Advert. picture gallery)
http://www.pbase.com/halinhi/khsmem
Also thought I'd throw out some names from 'back then' to jog memories.
(anybody remember if there was another drive-in before Wimpy's at that location ?)
Random names for a memory jog:
Joe Fat's, Capital Drive-in, KC Drive-in, P-n-P Supermarket, Bea's Drive-in, Jolly Roger Drive-in,
W&M Drive-in, Palowai Drive-in, Kaimuki Theater, Queen Theater, Toho Theater, Tanoue's Saimin,
Stewart's Pharmacy, Dairy Queen, Jet Raceway, National Dollar Store, Aotani Deli, Mynah Bird Drive-in,
Donald Duck Drive-in, Wiki Wiki Burger (Wimpy's ?), Kapiolani Drive-in Theater, Waialae Drive-in Theater,
Nakamura Feed Store, Zane's Market, 9th Ave Bakery, Cakeland Bakery, Dog House Drive-in, Tubby's Drive-in,
Universal Motors, Aloha Motors, Alex's Drive-in, Ted's Drive-in, Tom Thumb Slot Car, Uncle Tom's Cabin,
Ron Jacob, Poi Boys, mercurochrome, Pepsodent, Lurline lei day, Rainbow Rollerland, Scotty's Drive-in,
drape pants, crinoline skirts, Paipo boards, home-made rubber tube spear guns, Elvis, Johnny Mathis,
SOS, Alfred Apaka, Don Ho and the Aliis, manapua man, Kapahulu Theater, Pawaa Theater...
sorry, no can think already - will come up with some more later.
Hal
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----- Original Message -----
From: CarlYasudaSr
To: Hal
Sent: Friday, May 01, 2009 3:40 PM
Subject: Re: 50 Years - Memories and Reunion ( 5 / 1 / 09 add-on )
Hal, I'd like to add to Senior Prom night.
That day I was participating in HS swim meet at Punahou and my date had to wait till the meet was over.
I believe I was about 2 hours late.
I was too scared to find anyone at Kaimuki so I dated my old Scoutmaster's daughter who was a Roosevelt senior.
It's interesting how a few key words would click one's memory.
I don't remember how I did at the meet, but I'm sure my mind wasn't on the competition at the meet
but I was trying finish as fast as I could so I wouldn't be too late to pick up my date.
I don't remember anything else after getting to the Prom and anything after.
I really didn't want this to follow Jean's input but it was fresh in my mind.
I hope to meet with nice Jean this month at Skagway and talk story.
Hope to also get a current picture for you. Carl
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----- Original Message -----
From: Roy Okano
To: Hal
Sent: Friday, May 01, 2009 9:11 AM
Subject: Re: 50 Years - Memories and Reunion ( 5 / 1 / 09 add-on )
I was taken by Jean's experience. I admire her courage, now and in the past, for sharing her feelings with us.
I'm certain we all have experiences we would like to share, but are too reserved. I know I am. I prefer to bury the past and just move on.
Some of us had better lives than others. Regardless, I think most of us have matured to become respectable and responsible individuals.
Some have gained fame and fortune; others notoriety. Some are well and enjoying life; others not.
Each of us lost at least one fellow classmate who was a close friend and comrade.
Some of us served our country and were "lucky" to return; others made the supreme sacrifice.
I find, from my own experiences, how I've grown and matured over the years. How I moved from being materialistic to realistic.
That owning MBs, Hasselblad cameras, a house along the beach is all meaningless without my family.
Yes, I have regrets, but I can't change the past. Now, I enjoy each day doing what I've always loved doing; painting and photography.
I have changed my life style and work hard at keeping fit. Good health is the key to a great life. Without it, nothing really matters.
Thank you, Jean, for starting something wonderful. Thank you, Hal, for creating this venue. Roy
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----- Original Message -----
From: Roger Kobayashi
To: Roy Okano
Cc: Harold Oshiro
Sent: Friday, May 01, 2009 6:27 AM
Subject: Fwd: Fw: 50 Years - Memories and Reunion ( 5 / 1 / 09 add-on )
Roy:
Mrs. Hasegawa was the Physics teacher.
I ran into her at a banquet in 1972, and she recalled that I was one of her students.
I remember her assigning seats on the second day of class.
She just pointed to the seat and called the student's name.
I was impressed.
Roger
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May 1, 2009
Would normally edit the below for brevity... but then where ?
Appreciate and applaud the candidness and warmth displayed.
Kinda remember hanai families being the norm for a lot of kids back then.
Don't know about being strange... but can attest to the nice part.
Jean was that and more since I first knew her in high school to when I met her again in Alaska.
Hal
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----- Original Message -----
From: WORLEY, JEAN M
To: Hal
Sent: Friday, May 01, 2009 12:23 AM
Subject: RE: 50 Years - Memories and Reunion ( 4 / 29 / 09 add-on )
I see where you say that any kine memory-recollection or response is okay.
Well, I would like to thank everyone that I knew in school for helping to
make me “normal” as an adult because I didn’t know that I wasn’t normal
as a young person until my favorite aunt told me so at a family reunion in
Henderson, Nevada three years ago.
She is my favorite aunt because she is the one who took care of me.
She dressed me, fed me and combed my hair when I lived on Lanai.
She bought me my first bra and made sure that I got a Cinderella watch
on my 10th birthday.
At the reunion, she came up to me and said, “I’m so happy that you have
turned out so well. You were such a strange child growing up.” How do
you respond to something like that?!!!
So, I started thinking. I was born to a single mother. Once in high school
I looked up the word “bastard” and thought, “Hmm, that’s me.” Have never
been offended if anyone called me that to my face. Anyway, when my Mom’s
new boyfriend wouldn’t marry her if I came along, my grandparents adopted
me so my Mom became my sister and my uncles and aunts became my
brothers and sisters. I am the oldest child of my mother and the youngest
child of my grandparents. When people ask me if I am the oldest or youngest
in my family, I tell them that I am both. When we moved to Palolo when I was in the 3rd grade,
I lived with my then 70 year old grandparents and my four bachelor uncle/brothers
who were in their 40’s. My grandmother was so afraid that I was going to get
pregnant that she was super strict and I rarely got to go to dances or on dates.
I stayed home a lot and did a lot of sewing.
Anyway, I have to thank everyone for instilling in me the desire to go to get a college degree.
My grandmother wanted me to go to business school instead because it was cheaper.
If I hadn’t gone to college, I would never have met my husband in New Haven, Connecticut
and I never would have gotten my job as State Magistrate here in Skagway. I think my degree
also helped me get my Immigration inspector job which later turned into my present
Customs and Border Protection officer job.
Thanks to friends like Violet Noji, Pauline and Priscilla Arakaki who invited me to go
with them to the beach on family picnics so that I could see what young parents did
on weekends with their kids. Velma Kekipi for being such a free spirit and so thorough
in her knowledge of any subject matter that she studied.
Thanks to friends like Pamela Kim and Carolyn Chock who taught me about table settings
and luncheons with meringue dessert cups. Sandra Kimura and her novel ways to put up
hair when working at the cannery. Adele Honda, Elsie Tanaka and Jane Higa
and many other beautiful girls who knew how to use make-up to look naturally beautiful.
Or June Yanazawa who could make wonderful butter cookies by the bag full. Carole Masuda
and Carolyn Fujikawa who urged me to cut out of school to go to Waikiki to see Elvis, which
I still am happy that I did. Sometimes you just have to have fun. Thanks to Patricia Yamaguchi
who had us over for a meeting at her home. I learned what a comfortable home felt like. Thanks
to Betty Ing for showing me what a grand house looks like. Thanks to Ralph Yamasaki and
Richard Murata for taking me to club banquets. Thanks to Wade Morikone for playing his
accordion while Velma and I “sang” on stage. What was I thinking?!! I can’t sing!!!
It’s a nightmare every time I think about it.
What an awkward, country hick person I was from Lanai.
Thanks for the good, normal things I learned from my classmates at Kaimuki
who were nice enough not to tell me to my face what a strange person I was then.
I think I’m still a strange person but, I’m a nice one.
