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50 Years - Memories: November '09 pg 2

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 :

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 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)


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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, 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

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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

Mahalo,
Hal Oshiro

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----- Original Message -----
From: Robert Nukushina
To: hal
Sent: Thursday, November 19, 2009 8:45 PM
Subject: Re: 11/19/09

So Elsie T, how do I remember my younger years?
Well, for one thing, I wasn't a scholar, I didn't do homework, and I didn't think about it like you kids
did who have done so well in school.
Your minds were on school work, homework and extracurricular activities.
Not me; I was free to explore my little world and lucky enough to be able to recall my memories.
Learning little in school left a lot of empty space to fill to remember all this other useless stuff.
(I'm proud of myself, this is 10% of my original paragraph.)

Okay Elsie, let's see if we remember the same old Manoa school.
I already described the school behind the library so I'll try and describe the rest of Manoa School.
The front of Manoa elementary school was to the Ewa side of the campus at the end of the culdesac
on a residential street where we used to play with our tops.
It was a very unassuming entry because you couldn't see the campus from that street.
You entered the school through a tunnel where the admin area is and I think Mrs. Gates' office was
on the right side.
On the other side of the tunnel, on the left side, it was one story and the first classroom was my 1st grade class,
and another classroom; the admin and those two classrooms were at ground level where the bldg ended,
all colored off white.
Another bldg on raised foundations 3' high met at a right angle to the 1st grade classrooms.
This bldg, sandstone beige, had four classrooms and Brown's room was at the other end (verandahs were light brown).
This is the area that was used for assemblies/programs using the verandah and stairs of the first classroom as the stage.
The verandah at this first classroom extended to the left beyond and around the bldg end.
Straight ahead from the tunnel was the library on the tiny hill about 15' higher, that you can walk to by using the
concrete steps 20' ahead slightly to the right, which takes you up part of the height, then proceed on the asphalt
sidewalk going slightly to the left to the front of the library.
Going past the library, the walkway forks down hill toward the cafeteria about 45 deg to the left, and to two other bldgs
(which I'll mention later) in line to the right at right angle to the library.
Back at the tunnel and immediately to the right of it were classrooms, in a single bldg, for the older kids, also on
raised foundations, but painted a different color, a very light green (all other bldgs were sandstone beige except
the admin area and 1st grade classrooms which were off white), that extended to the end of the campus toward
the Makai side.
As with all the classroom bldgs with raised foundations, they all had large verandahs in front that ran the length of the
bldg and a large stairway in front of each classroom.
This particular bldg had red ginger plants along the front of the verandahs.
The end of the bldg was at ground level because the campus contours up to that end.
The last door of the classroom on that end had a pencil drawing of a life size man taking a pee,
except the man was missing, with the word 'cord' over it.
It was there for over year before removed.
Mrs. Gates walked around the school all the time so I concluded it was okay with her(??).
From that end and facing the Koko Head side is a covered concrete walkway similar to what we had at KHS except it had
a slight curve to it and not as wide, and a planted hedge to the right of it which was the campus border.
The other end of that walkway was a large structure which I can't remember for what it was used;
maybe Elsie remembers, but for now I'll call it the PE bldg.
Midway on this walkway, if you turned left, you would see the library facing you, the whole open area is the sloping
grass field (not level) with a flag pole approx in the center.
To the right was a couple single classroom stand alone bldgs on raised foundations but with dark brown verandahs
I mentioned earlier close to the library surrounded by croton plants.
Between the closer of those two bldgs and the PE bldg is open field, as high as the library and curves downward,
toward Koko Head to a level field that was in front of my 2nd grade bldg which would be to the left if you are standing
mid field, and the bldg is about even with the farthest bldg of the two bldgs back on the slope.
If you turned right at mid field instead, just beyond our campus was the Japanese Language School bldg, where a failed
attempt was made to educate me in the Japanese.
East Manoa Rd borders this field.
Anybody who got this far reading this without falling off to sleep is probably very confused.

Facing Mrs. Brown 3rd grade classroom which is the end of the bldg, to the right is an asphalt walkway to the street.
Walking along that walk as you past Brown's classroom there's a fairly large (large is relative, we were small kids then)
grass playground area but it's width is only about half the length of Brown's classroom bldg, (a smaller grass area to the
right behind the cafeteria,) and just beyond there was a vegetable garden which bordered the street (some small house
like structures to the right of the garden).
Our kindergarten school was across the street diagonally to the left.

Our kindergarten.
The was a low chain link fence in the front, a graveled driveway to the left that extended from street straight to the gray
w/white trim kindergarten bldg.
There was a large open grass playground covering the right side of the graveled driveway.
I don't remember the playground equipment.
Left of the driveway is another bldg on raised foundation and large trees at the front.
The kindergarten bldg was also on raised foundation almost the width of the lot.
There was a wide steps in front up to the verandah/porch area which I think ran the length of the bldg.
Behind the bldg was a canal that one can see from the rear door.
We floated paper boats in that canal once by placing them in the water at one end of the bldg and walking/watching it float
to the other end.
One can see the streets from there but the kids never used the rear door to leave school.
Inside the bldg was a large room in the center two smaller classrooms at each end.
There were other small utility rooms with sinks and stuff.
There were two teachers, one for each group of kids, but the two groups played together and slept together in the center room.
I had ask an older girl who live down the street from me about school.
She lived in a house that reminded me of something out of a fairytale book.
The house was small quaint look on raised foundation surrounding by little streams flowing surround that had to be crossed
by small wood bridges which one could see from Manoa Rd which was a few higher.
There were decorative plants and a large tree to the side.
Their crop farm was maybe 40' away and extended who knows.
She remembered kindergarten and told me about one teacher.
She said during sleeping, this teach will step over the kids and walk around.
She didn't wear panties she said.
Not true; don't ask how I found out.
The only thing I remember about the first day in class was the wooden blocks they asked me to play with.
The blocks that had different colored numbers and letters on them.
This was the first time I had seen these blocks and didn't know what to do with them.
Another kid showed me by stacking the blocks and knocking them down.
I didn't get it, but I smiled anyway.
I got more interested they started spelling words with them, but there wasn't enough blocks to spell more than a few words.
I didn't think school was for me, but it got better, just doing fun things.
I don't know how often it was done, but we attended Japanese movies with Hibari in them at nights on the playground
at the kindergarten.
The screen was placed on the on the other bldg that ran along the gravel driveway, and we all sat on small tatami mats
on the grass.
One little project we did was placing our hands on a piece of paper while the teacher used a flint gun to spray it with water
base black paint.
I had already washed up and there was a hold out kid who feared doing it so they picked on me to do it over again to show
the kid, my hands wouldn't fall off.
They kept spraying my hands until the kid finally did it under the threat of water boarding.
At another time, not on a school day, my mother took me to the kindergarten school.
We were to meet this Reverend, a man of God my mother explained, a man who prayed (talked) to God.
I knew at that age, God was all knowing so this Reverend guy must know everything.
One by one, the kids met him and he said a few words to each.
My turn, I asked him a question which I don't remember, but it went something like, "When Einstein said..."
Nah, just kidding.
From the Reverend's answer, I knew he misunderstood me.
When I tried to clarify, it was, "Move on son, I'm tired..."
I'm still kidding.
Seriously, I was just stunned, how could a man of God misunderstand me.
Wouldn't God be telling him, hey, you misunderstood the little brat?
I was really disappointed, and I still had 60 years of life left; years of more disappointments.
On the last day at school, all the kids had to be on the verandah with the principal who looked similar to Mr. Martin,
grey haired, gray suit.
He wanted to meet our parents when they came to pick us up so we had to stay on the verandah.
We couldn't walk off to meet our parents like a normal day.
My dad and a friend showed up and sat on the grassy area, and stared at us, about 40' away, along with a few other parents.
Most of the kids already went home.
I was wondering what were they waiting for.
I tried to wave them over but they didn't move.
After 20 minutes in the hot sun, they finally came to get me.
They thought something was supposed to happen.
It did, they fried.

In my first grade class, our first reader was Dick and Jane, probably the original one.
I understand there's a series of them that get progressively advanced.
The Dick and Jane was too easy, even for me.
In fact, it sounded ridiculous to me reading it aloud in class.
The next reader had much smaller text and looked hard; no Dick running after Jane.
The first paragraph had the word, 'mysterious' in it.
Holy Moley!
We started with an easy book and ran into a brick wall. I wasn't smart like you, and I didn't know what that word meant.
It was all mysterious to me.
Somehow, I got through 1st grade, although I was told, I almost flunked 1st grade just to let you know what a bright beacon I was.

Japanese school started after Manoa school was done for the day.
The school was an L-shaped gray building as I remember.
My classroom was at the top of the stairway on the 2nd floor.
The front of the school was completely covered by an asphalt parking lot.
On my first day, the teacher explained in English about the course and what she expected and we started in on the first lesson.
I'm happy, I'm fine.
At the next class, she spoke only in Japanese and I was lost immediately.
All the other kids could speak a little Japanese because they lived with their grand parents and had no problem.
I didn't live with a grand parent and I couldn't speak any Japanese.
Sometime during class, an adult pops his head in the door and asked her a question which she answered in English.
At the break, I asked her why wasn't she speaking English in class like the first class so I could understand her.
She answered me in Japanese and she was driving me batty.
I said she had just spoke in English just minutes ago to the guy in the hallway.
She shook her head and continue to speak Japanese.
I was pretty upset and sat down.
After another session, and still not learning anything, I was distraught.
The class had started the 2nd lesson and I haven't started lesson one yet.
Before my next class, I told Dexter, my friend, I wasn't going to attend class.
Before class started, I stood behind the bldg under the window of my classroom.
Dexter tells the teacher in English that I wasn't attending class any longer.
Why not? she said.
Now she's speaking English? WTH!
I listen to Dexter tell our teacher I said I was a bad boy, didn't do my homework and didn't want to attend class.
LOL, da buggah!
Those were his thoughts, not my words.
She sounded upset now.
I panicked and left, thinking she might come out and look for me.

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----- Original Message -----
From: Brenda Ignacio
To: hal
Sent: Thursday, November 19, 2009 7:42 AM
Subject: Re: 11/19/09

Hal: My grandfather was born in Kukuihaele!
I know that area very, very well, and love Waipio and the taro farmers there.
I was born in Haina, the first road from Waipio and Kukuihaele before Honoka'a down the steep hill to the water.
Grandmother born on Kukuiau Ranch, mother in Pau'uilo.
My dad was born in Laupahoehoe, so we are all Hamakua babies.
Don't you love that lush area of exquisite nature.
Lots of taro and opihi in my geneology along with ume.
A wonderful start to life, ....very grounding.

Elsie: Wonderful story about the fishing and looking for treasures.....nothing better.
I'd love to see a shell necklace from your beach combing.
My dad was a great fisherman, too, as well as pig hunter at Pohakuloa....his ashes are there.
Fishing was great off the point at Laupahoehoe, where he tied me and my brother to a tracker inner tube and let us "bob" off the shore, which was rough and very scarey.
I, too, love rain from those days.
You put the laundry out to dry in the morning and ran to pick them off the line before the afternoon rain, guaranteed.
I love Hamakua and have relatives spread from one end to the other.
I can't wait to see you, too!

Manny: Of course I remember that article!
Wow, I recall the photo of the babooze with his head to the tree. J
ust kidding, ....it is perfect to ask permission.
I bought my son a lua weapon at great price,....wish I had thought to get one from a classmate with a big heart and mana.
Now I know where you are on the road to Kalapana,.... what a great area.
Do you know anyone with a large house to rent for one of my lomilomi intensive workshops?
Something near Kapoho or the warm ponds?
I am thinking of not only teaching on Oahu, but doing Levels II and III on outer islands for the nature and cultural differences.

I, too, loved the description of the making of the spam musubi.
It was written so perfectly to "see" the giant treasure being formed.
What fun this blog site is!
Gratitude to all who share and those who silently participate.
Brenda

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November 19, 2009

Manny, that Statehood tree is really starting to intrigue me... maybe I should scan and post a picture of the
tree planting on the Pbase website for other classmates to look at to see if they remember where it is.
Hey Pearl, maybe this tree was your 'time capsule' incident... although I can somehow easily picture
classmates, some with shovels, grouped together without a tree sapling close by... fuzzy memories.

Elsie T., what part of the Hamakua Coast where you at ?
I had a couple of uncles who lived in Kukuihaele... they were the last homes in that little town before going
down into Waipio Valley... one uncle had a taro farm in the valley to supplement his one-man trucking
business that served the Hamakua Coast and beyond.
I used to think we lived in the country in Waialae and Koko Head, but after every visit to the relatives on the
Big Island I realized how 'citified' we were and that there was no comparison in being a part of nature.

Now you've got the saliva flowing Pearl, trying to get the tastebuds to figure out how the taste of grape tomatoes
and ume combined would be... glazed even.

Mike, you mean Elsie O. and I don't look identical ?
If you still can't find your KHS yearbook, try the link below which shows the '60 class yearbook photos :

http://www.pbase.com/halinhi/khs60

Hal

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----- Original Message -----
From: manuel mattos jr
To: hal
Sent: Wednesday, November 18, 2009 10:00 PM
Subject: RE: 11/18/09

Hi Brenda, glad you made it back from the big island, safely.
On your way to Kalapana, on hwy 130, you passed my house.
I live on Hwy 130 at the 4mile post marker, on the mauka side.
I'm glad you talk to trees.
I wouldn't be embarrassed talking to trees.
Google (mannymattos) and look for the Hawaiian airline Hana Hou magazine Feb.March2007.
They did a story about modern makers of traditional Hawaiian war weapons.
There I am with my forehead against an endangered endemic Kauwila tree, talking and asking permission.
I guess we are a match made in heaven.
I have a good friend who uses Kauwila and hawaiian sandelwood for healing .
When he comes up here, he stops by for more endemic scrap woods.
His name is Rob Akau from Moaunalua gardens.
He is well know through out the state.
Gerri, dinner with whomever can make it would be great.
I am free any night except Sun. and Wed.
That's my bingo night with my second grade sweetheart Pearl.
Hal we need to find the Statehood tree.
It would be a good place to meet one day and see how tall it grew in 50yrs.
That tree would be our benchmark.
Well I have to go back outside and work, making more Hawaiian weapons.
People emailing me from all over the mainland.
Stay and think young, your tree hugger, Manny

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----- Original Message -----
From: ayershome
To: 'Hal'
Sent: Wednesday, November 18, 2009 4:22 PM
Subject: RE: 11/18/09

Hi, everyone……I am absolutely blown away with all the postings in just a day or two of missing all these stories.
Nuk: If you were to document all that you’ve written, it would make at least several volumes of books.
How is it possible for you to remember things in the 2nd-3rd grades??
I vaguely remember the school grounds of the old Manoa Elem. and the new.
I must have just floated in my own little world through school and just remember the recess times where we played
a lot of jacks… golf balls were the best.

Brenda: Welcome back!
Sorry about the rain, but you know that’s a natural occurrence in Hilo.
Lived there 20+ yrs and accepted the mold and mildew, but the beautiful people and environment more than made
up for the constant rain.
I am so amazed that you’ve embraced Hawaiiana so deeply.
Can’t wait to see you.
Most of my good memories were on the Big Island.
Lived on the Hamakua Coast and eventually moved to Hilo.
My youngest daughter was born at Honokaa Hosp., where she was the only baby in the nursery,
so had a lot of attention from the nurses.
Did a lot of camping and fishing with the children, in fact, Jack met John Hanoa (Bobbie Hanoa’s husband)
while Ulua fishing in Hawaii Kai at Portlock.
That’s the reason we continued these outings on the Big Island, as Ulua fishing was such a popular sport.
A good friend (Gary Yamagata-’60 McKinley) leased about 3,000 acres for cattle raising in Kau,
so we were able to drive down from the highway to high cliffs of Kau to fish…no, I didn’t take part in the Ulua
fishing (couldn’t even lift one of those poles), but did the shore casting and picking opihi.
Just loved walking the shoreline looking for colored glass, shells and glass fishing balls.
Can’t remember the year, Kau had what they called a 100 yr flood, roads were impassable and of course,
we had to curtail fishing for a while.
After about 3 weeks after this storm, we ventured down the usual road, only to see how devastating the flooding was;
as trees were down….the debris left on the trees must have been at least 15 ft high.
When we got to our fishing spot, I noticed that the sand was brownish in color, so my daughter and I went to investigate.
We found thousands of tiny shells washed ashore from the rough waters.
We painstakingly hand picked as many shells as we could, but back-breaking work and sunburned, so had to quit.
These lovely shells have been with me for many years and finally when I went into jewelry making,
have made these shells into beautiful leis.
Unfortunately, wished I had more, but happy that I have these to enjoy…….my Kau shell necklaces.
Sorry, didn’t mean to make such a story out of this, but I understand how wonderful it is to explore the land
and thankful that I had the opportunity to do this on the Big Island.
(I was such a city person and couldn’t imagine living a country lifestyle, but I did and loved it)

Boyd/Jean: Can’t wait to meet you, Boyd.
You are so local, grounded and so funny!
I too am happy all went well with Jean’s chichi.
You really compliment one another.
Jean’s story about her attempts to make spam musubi had me in stitches…..I could just picture her stacking the mounds
of rice to seemingly make it right, but it kept getting bigger and bigger….hilarious!

Roger: Hal definitely needs a vacation sometime….we all do.
So, you need to store instructions from Hal in your memory bank (like Nuk), to keep this train moving.
So many will suffer if this site shuts down for even a little while.

Aloha, Gerri…..you sure do bump into a lot of our classmates don’t you?
Amazing that you recognize them after all these years.
Amy Morioka said she bumped into Karen Iha and Clinton and Carole Masuda at the Cal.
When I went to Main St. with Kiki, so many people from Hawaii looked familiar, but did not recognize even one person.
Be sure to call me on your next trip.
Elsie Tanaka Ayers

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----- Original Message -----
From: Pearl Shimooka Mori
To: Hal
Sent: Wednesday, November 18, 2009 8:52 AM
Subject: Re: 11/18/09

Hal: What would we do without your Hal-grams?
Between you, Nuk & Jean, I don't know who's foremost in writing.
Geez, your memory book just flows.
Everyone's stories are enjoyable to read, make me laugh at some of the things done, I decided to do my little bit.

Jean: My son, as you know, also works for USCustoms & Border Patrol.
When he was home in August, the only foods he took home was Hawaiian Food, Napples and musubi for the guys at work.
They didn't know what spam musubi was too.
I had to laugh when his dad asked what he wanted to take back.
At least he shared.
When he was at Stevenson Intermediate he would ask me to make spam musubi for lunch, around 4 or 5.
I didn't think much of it at that time.
Later I asked him how come he wanted so much and if he ate it all.
He said, no, he sold the excess to guys who didn't want the cafeteria food.
I stopped making so much for him.

Just back from trip to Taiwan.
They put 4-5 grape tomato ona skewer.
Each tomato has a small slice and a half inch long of ume is put in the slice.
They glaze it like candied apples.
Also sold plain.
I thought this was an odd combination, but it was taste of tart and sweet, although I didn't care for the glazed version.
Good pupu idea.

Manny: When you're in town, give me a buzz, I promise not to pay for any of your bingo games.
A cocktail or two, I might.
As for the Statehood tree, since it's so near the road, I suspect it to be across from Sekiya's or facing the old Bee's Drive Inn.

Brenda: You gotta come to one of our reunion meetings.
Now, that you've come out again, we'd love to see you.
Maybe meet Manny and some of the others when he comes to town.

Reunion Committee: Next meeting tomorrow, Thursday, 11/19/09, 6pm, Unity House, 1701 Ala Wai Blvd,
behind the convention center.
Bulldog bulletin going out.
Open to others as well.

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----- Original Message -----
From: Michael Tang
To: harold oshiro
Sent: Wednesday, November 18, 2009 4:27 AM
Subject: RE: From Maui

Thanks Hal, this blog is keeping you busy.
Sounds like you and Elsie are fine.
Never thought of you being twins.
Any grandkids yet?
I got 5, 3 here and 2 in Calif/Fremont.
Had to check our annual to verify faces (only found my junior album).
I'm retired, golfing, fishing, grandkids, home projects, keeping busy.
thanks again,
mike

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11/18/09

Is it just me or... reading Nuk' s posts is like picking up a Reader's Digest copy or some book and continuing to
read this saga of our past that I've been following... throw in the posts from everyone else and we have a
full-blown novel in the making.

Good to see you able to post again Gerri, thanks for putting out the word on the email blogs.

Brenda... lomilomi and lua practitioner, tree whisperer, film producer... what could be more cool than that ?
Giant musubi with giant ume ?

Jean, wondering what might have been created had your friend Richard mentioned 'loco moco' also...
lot of visuals come to mind, LOL... thanks for the embellishment to Brenda's giant ume-musubi.

Nuk, Roger, here's an email I sent to Amy re: her lost emails... a partial explanation of why the emails are
going out earlier... and another reason why Roger may (will ?) not take over when-if I do 'vacation'...
I also tell clients and associates, I take 'trips' not 'vacations'.
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----- Original Message -----
From: Hal
To: Amy Morioka Ishiara
Cc: Elsie Tanaka Ayers
Sent: Monday, November 16, 2009 5:36 AM
Subject: Lost emails

Hi Amy,

Sorry, don't know what happened... have been sending you the emails all along.
There have been a few others who also had not been getting the emails off and on.
Some have been due to their email provider ( i.e. Yahoo, Hotmail, etc. ) blocking or delaying delivery.
Guessing it was because of the previous mass emailing from my email address.
I'm now sending out the emails in 14 groups, smaller and specific to the areas and providers... thus the
W-MIsc ( West half - Miscellaneous provider ) for you and Elsie.
Convoluted and time consuming yes, but it seemed to have solved the problem.
Yours is the first to occur again since I started the new method.
If you don't receive subsequent email blogs, suggest temporarily going to the Pbase website where
I've archived all the posts since March... there may be a couple of days delay for the latest posts
from our classmates to show up... that's just me trying to catch up... link below:
http://www.pbase.com/halinhi/memblogs
By the way, no email blog today... did get one post but will hold that for the next email blog... may
also try sending email blogs perhaps every other day as another work-around for the problem.

Say hello to Art for me... hope to see you both, if not at Pearl Country Club then at Main Street.

Aloha,
Hal
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As Paul Texeira will tell you, a cautious electrician is a smart (and alive) electrician... although I've told
many a client and associate, plumbers get wet, electricians get zapped... after involuntarily flinging
a screwdriver or plier caught between me and a live wire.

Hal

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----- Original Message -----
From: Robert Nukushina
To: hal
Sent: Tuesday, November 17, 2009 9:33 PM
Subject: Re: 11/17/09

Boyd, I've started wearing granny panties today, just in case the wife catches me with panties in my pockets
in the future.
Gotta stay ahead of the game.
Boyd, you've seen some of our female classmate, don't they look like they have hardly aged?
Now if I see a blizzard of Depends flying at me, that is going to make me wonder if I made a wrong turn someplace
and attended somebody else's 60th reunion, OR my pants is wet.

I can imagine myself at the reunion and there's only one very pretty classmate in line to chat with me,
and my answer to her only question is: "Oh, you see that door? Go through that door, turn right,
go down the hall, and it's the first door to the left." ....... "You're welcome."

I think Jean's chichi needs more attention. Can I help?
Seriously, I'm glad she's in good health.

Who is Henry? That is the question.
I'm in the 3rd grade playing outside of my normal play area at Manoa School playing with some kids
nearby my 2nd grade classroom.
It was a stand alone single classroom bldg which I liked.
The wall facing Manoa valley was virtually all windows, a matrix of square windows, and the opposite wall could be
opened completely, floor to ceiling which it normally was even on rainy days, unless it was cold or windy.
Just outside that large opening, one steps down a couple steps to a covered concrete patio that ran the length of the
bldg and is about half as wide as the bldg.
A lot of kids waited there in the mornings before our teacher showed up to open the classroom.
It was an open field on that side of the bldg when I was in 2nd grade, but now, there were a couple temporary buildings
covering the field to hold the growing population of kids, in this case, for additional 2nd graders.
Mrs. Mayasaki was a nice teacher but stuff happens sometimes.
One of the girls, a tall good student, that the teacher liked, raised her hand and stood up in class while Mayasaki
was lecturing.
Her question was, could she go to the toilet.
Nope, she had to wait another 20 minutes.
Five minutes later, another girl raised her hand at the same table.
She pointed to the floor under the chair of the other girl that was just told to sit down.
There was a pool of water underneath. Poor kid.
The teacher apologized and let her go to the toilet.
From the size of that pool, I'm not sure if she had anything left.
I felt bad for the girl, but no other kid made fun of her.
I guess they knew, it could have happened to them.
Well back to 3rd grade.
While playing with the boys, I hear some of them mention Henry a few times for the last couple weeks during recess.
A lot of times during recess, I would play with anybody out on the campus.
It didn't matter if I knew them or not.
This time most of the boys were using their 12 inch rulers as swords and going around, sword fighting their invisible
enemies.
Maybe our games related to one of the latest movies playing in Hawaii, I don't remember.
I see three boys together and I suggested we play something.
One the boys said, nah, he would rather play with Henry and runs off.
I'm really curious now about who Henry is, so the rest of us follow him to the Diamond Head and window side of my
2nd grade bldg under some croton bushes and there's Henry with some boys.
After a short discussion, Henry leads the charge as we go out and shred our enemies to ribbons.
We must have looked ridiculous fighting air.
I didn't normally play in this area in the 3rd, but in playing with Henry and his gang of thieves, I encountered Carole
who just stepped out of one of those temporary bldgs.
Carole lived in the first house of a row of houses at the very end of Manoa Road.
There were about a half dozen homes there and across the asphalt road was a park like grassy area with thick light
green grass, all of which, homes and park, were surrounded by tall trees.
Carole is one year younger than I and I used to see her pass by in her family's shining new blue car with her head
and right arm out the window.
One day my older cousin waved to her and I asked who was she.
My cousin was a friend of her older sister.
My cousin's women's intuition figured out I was taken by Carole.
So she took me up to their house one day, about a 15 minute walk.
It was all a surprise to me.
It turned out to be an awful experience.
I met the older sister and introduced to Carole who greeted me with a big smile.
Carole then sat in her chair and hid behind a comic book.
My cousin and her older sister sat at the kitchen table to the side.
I sat across the room also trying to read a comic book but my mind wasn't in it.
With my best smile, I walked over to talk to her.
When I almost got up to her, she lowers her comic back, sticks her tongue out with a constipated expression and
whispered, "I hate you," which only I saw and heard.
Wow, what a welcome.
The introduction went well, what the heck happened, I asked myself.
I was shocked and walked back to the other side of the room chastened.
I felt so humiliated.
When no one was looking except me, she continued to lower the comic book and stick her tongue out at me,
and by then, I wished it would just fall off already.
I wanted to get out of there.
I think that experience affected me for the rest of my life.
Neither my cousin nor Carole's older sister saw any of what happened.
When my cousin got up to leave, she asked me why wasn't I talking to Carole, I didn't say anything, and never told her
anything after we left their house.
What am I? Seven years old and ruined for life.
My first experience with a female.
That happened about a year previous before I encounter Carole again on the school campus.
She yells out at me, "Why are you following me?
Just because you like me doesn't mean you can do that!"
Boy, did I get mad.
Dang, I'm a pirate with a sword now.
No woman can talk to me like that!
I yell back, "Who said I liked you, I hate you and never liked you.
I'm here because I'm playing with Henry!"
She was stunned; no reply.
It was pay back time and I was enjoying it.
How did Henry get in there?
Yeah, now she's wondering who is Henry?
From what she just said, I figured out my cousin told her sister who told her I liked her.
That's why she acted the way she did a year ago.
She's a cute girl and I often wondered what happened to her.
I wondered how many other boys' lives she ruined besides mine.
After a few days of playing with Henry, I wondered, how is it the boys gathered together and listened to him.
He was as skinny and as tall as I was, and very ordinary looking.
We had a lot in common, but I couldn't get a bunch of boys to follow me around like he did.
At that age, I knew nothing about leadership and charisma.
I didn't think of him as being special in any way.
Yet a lot of boys did.
I already asked some boys why they played with Henry, and none of their answers satisfied my curiosity.
When there was an opportunity, I asked him, one to one, why did the boys listen to him?
I didn't think he understood my question, and I can't blame him.
He looked at me puzzled and shrugged his shoulders.
So I explained, that the boys enjoyed playing with him, and whatever he said, they followed his instructions
without questions; why?
There were at least 15 boys playing with him on any one day.
He just didn't know.
He didn't smile much, and didn't tell jokes.
He's a nice guy, but I didn't get it.
There is this magic that I didn't feel nor understand.
Maybe he was the smartest kid in his own class, which I wasn't part of.
It was a mystery to me. Who is Henry?
I went back to playing with Ellen with my new collection of swords.
She had a big smile, happy, not skinny like Henry, and fun to be with.
Who needs Henry?

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----- Original Message -----
From: WORLEY (Nakamura), JEAN M
To: Hal
Sent: Tuesday, November 17, 2009 5:28 PM
Subject: RE: 11/17/09

I remember in Sociology class at UH, the professor was telling us that if you move away from the main center
of your culture, you tend to keep the “old ways” longer than the people who still live in the location because
society is continually changing there.
The statement puzzled me so I kept it in the back of my mind.
I found out it was true when a friend from Honolulu came to work in Skagway, Alaska on a U.S. Customs
assignment for two weeks.

I had never heard of SPAM MUSUBI until he was saying how much he missed eating the ones that his wife would
make for him everyday.
I told him that I had never heard of Spam Musubi and asked him what it was.
He said that it was a fried piece of spam inside a musubi.
I thought to myself I know how to fry spam and I know how to make a musubi so I told him that I would make him
some for his dinner.

I cooked 7 cups of rice in the rice cooker and got out my rice bowl.
I put a musubi-size amount of rice in the bowl and started rolling it around to make a nice ball.
I wet my hands, sprinkled salt, dumped the riceball in my left hand and shaped it around the piece of spam.
Both ends of the spam stuck out of the rice ball.

I put the rice back into a larger cereal bowl and added more rice to envelope the spam in a bigger amount of rice.
I shook the cereal bowl so that the rice rolled around and compacted into a larger ball.
I wet my hands again, sprinkled salt, dumped the riceball in my left hand and shaped it around the piece of spam.
A smaller amount of both ends of the spam still stuck out of the rice balls.

I put the rice back into a Tupperware wondelier mixing bowl and added more rice.
I tossed the rice up and down to make a nice ball.
The rice was heavy and made a Kathunk, Kathunk sound.
I wet my hands, sprinkled a lot of salt, dumped the riceball in my left hand and finally covered the piece of spam.
I patted and shaped it nicely but it looked like a nerf football.
I used two whole sheets of nori to cover the spam musubi.
I made three of these big buggahs and wrapped each one in waxed paper and Boyd drove them up to Richard
on a big cafeteria cookie sheet.

Richard later phoned and say, “Gee, thanks a lot, Jean.
I got so full I could only eat two so I gave one to the other TDY customs officer.
I thought I did good and phoned my sister to find out what and when Spam Musubi came into being.
She told me, “Oh, they sell a form that makes it easier to make spam musubi. I”ll send you one”.
When I got the box and opened it, you can’t imagine how long I screamed when I saw how small the spam musubi
is supposed to be in comparison to the 3 huge football sized ones that I had made for Richard.
My spam musubi were so-o big, he had to hold them with both hands like a foot-long subway sandwich.
Richard was so nice NOT to say anything but I’m sure he was dying laughing when he told his wife about them.
For some reason, his wife HAD to meet me the next year they came to Skagway on the cruise ship.
Fortunately, we didn’t know they were on the cruise ship so we were in Whitehorse that day.
That’s another one of my “I’m so stupid stories.”

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----- Original Message -----
From: Brenda Ignacio
To: hal
Sent: Tuesday, November 17, 2009 3:49 PM
Subject: Re: 11/17/09

P.S. Meant to say my daughter in law brought me giant UME, not musubi.
I have the center UME for the hamburger sized musubi.
Miz Ignacio (smile)

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----- Original Message -----
From: Gerri Barcenas Digmon
To: hal
Sent: Tuesday, November 17, 2009 9:21 AM

Harold etal, Wow, just want to add, I saw Marian Tarumoto Santos in Times Super Market on Sunday and
mentioned ur web which she did not know about, so told her about it, got her email but no chance to
follow-up.
It is fabulous how the word gets out so quickly.
Mahalo, Francine.
Manny, is it coffee, breakfast, lunch or dinner?
Will try it soon, sorry been a hectic time for us, so will be in touch.
Keep well all.
Gerri DB

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----- Original Message -----
From: Robert Nukushina
To: Roger Kobayashi
Cc: hal
Sent: Tuesday, November 17, 2009 8:10 AM
Subject: Re: 11/17/09

Roger,

I did notice he was posting very early and concluded he must be busy with a job.
So you're the culprit. I don't check my email when I'm gone.

When I was working, I asked a retired guy, what does he call a vacation?
Now that I'm retired, I still call it vacation like other retirees.
I just think 'vacate' or vacating the home, as vacation, as opposed to vacating from work.
Maybe we need a new word to indicate we're retired on vacation.

I knew an electrician that couldn't be shocked.
He said it had something to do with his skin which looked so dry, he already looked dead.
He could take a live wire, split it, and hold one in each hand without feeling a thing.
I remember once when I lived in an apartment on the 2nd floor, we had an aquarium next to
a sliding glass door.
The aquarium had a heater and lamp.
My left hand was on the top of the aquarium and I touched the aluminum door frame.
I didn't get the normal vibrating shock through my hands but felt like a thump in the chest
that took my breath away.
I didn't have a voltmeter at the time so I wired a lamp across the aquarium and the frame,
the bulb lit up; I was getting 110v or close to it.
I concluded there wasn't enough amps to kill me, but couldn't figure out why the lamp lit up
so bright.
I moved the aquarium.

Some electricians are dangerous to themselves.
I saw the breaker panel door ajar in our office bldg.
I notice a couple breakers tripped, but I decided to check it out first before resetting them.
It wasn't unusual in our office for breakers to go off during that time; old building,
and more and more electronic stuff.
I found a couple PW electricians in the false ceiling checking out something.
I asked them why didn't they have a sign on panel to show they were working in the bldg?
I told them, people in our bldg reset the breakers all the time without thinking too much about it
because it trips about once or twice a week.

nuk

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----- Original Message -----
From: Brenda Ignacio
To: Sent: Tuesday, November 17, 2009 6:51 AM
Subject: Re: 11/17/09

You are all such fun people!
I did make it to the Big Island and back and had a very interesting time.
You're correct, ... I did NOT get to do anything that heavy rain would prevent, nor call anyone
except for an amazing elder Aunty Mary Fragas in Hilo, who is a master of pregnancy lomilomi
and has taught with me.
It was her 85th birthday on 11/9, so I took her some body butter, a warm throw and a teddy bear.
(A long time practice of mine is to take each child and elder in the hospital a teddy bear...
they are so healing.)
Drove in driving rain with windshield wipers on full speed (with Amy Hanaiali'i singing)
to Volcano and found shelter in the gallery, a favorite haunt of mine.
Read, listened to rain on tin roofs, .... childhood thrill.
Drove to the end at Kalapana and saw Uncle Robert, who was planning a luau for Saturday,
but it must have been rained out.
Did get some 'ili ili for healing and use in lomi.
Kauai has its roosters with broken clocks......but the coqui frogs?
Unreal, huh?
Manny, I love trees and hug them, so if that doesn't embarrass you, I will gladly use our "special gift"
and it will call to us.
Ask my children; each year I would take them to buy a tree and wait until the right one called to me...
magical connection.
If Gerri calls me (or you, for that matter) when you're down here, I will give you a film called "Pule Wailele,
" (Waterfall Prayer) which was in the Big Island Film Festival and also shown at the Palace Theater
not too long ago that I co-produced on protecting the forest and aina.
Remind me.
I think you'd like it and could use it for your foundation; it's very educational.

My daughter-in-law just gave me a container with giant musubi......I will gladly share for the hamburger
sized musubi anytime.
Love all around.
Brenda

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----- Original Message -----
From: Roger Kobayashi
To: Robert Nukushina
Cc: Harold Oshiro
Sent: Tuesday, November 17, 2009 6:08 AM
Subject: Re: 11/17/09

Nuk.
Harold continues the Harold-grams while he's on vacation.
I'm not smart enough to replace him.
(All electricians who survive for more than five years are smarter than me. How so?
They haven't electrocuted themselves.)
When I went to the mainland last month, I suggested that he post stuff earlier so that I could read
the daily Harold-grams in the morning.
I was joking, but he did it, until I discovered that I didn't have access to a PC in the morning hours
while in Charleston and Savannah.
So, I quickly asked him to stop making a special edition for my sake.
By the way, a friend told me that I couldn't take any vacations because I was no longer working.
So, although I still take "trips", I continue to call them vacations.
Harold is still working, so he is still allowed to take vacations.
Roger

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November 17, 2009

Thanks Francine... have added them on to the list.
Lillian and Marian I remember from school and see them at reunions and recent get-togethers.
Virginia I remember seeing back to KIS... but didn't she go to Waialae Elementary with us too ?

Hey Manny, that tree just might be on the corner of the inside lane leading to the parking lot...
that's looks like the Mauka-Diamond Head corner of the campus with possibly the old Bea's
Drive-In in the background... the church-looking steeple on the extreme left background looks
really familiar too... there's also a tall, for that time, building with a rounded top to the right of
Ted Kobayashi's head in the background... anybody recognize this area ?
I can pass on contact info for Manny to anyone who wants to help his non-profit foundation in any way.

You and me both, Nuk and I'm sure a lot of others... but remember the simpler times... when we didn't
have to worry about that kind of stuff... leave the house doors unlocked when no one's home... same
with the car doors, even parked on the street... although Jean said that's still a common thing done
in Alaska, or Skagway anyway.

I'm sure there'll be a lot of guys curious to meet Nuk too, Boyd... is he real or is that a Memorex tape he's
using... good news on Jean and waiting on the 'cheeseburger' musubi story.

Hal

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----- Original Message -----
From: Francine Song Kaneshige
To: hal
Sent: Monday, November 16, 2009 8:16 PM
Subject: add to list

Hi Hal:

I know I'll be seeing you on Thursday, but in case I forget, please add Lillian Tarumoto,
Marian Tarumoto and Virginia Kakazu to the memories chat list.

Francine

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----- Original Message -----
From: manuel mattos jr
To: hal
Sent: Monday, November 16, 2009 10:21 AM
Subject: RE: 11/15/09

Hal and Pearl, It"s Manny.
I was looking at our 1960 Annual on page 48.
On that day we had a Thanksgiving Day assembly, and we planted a Statehood tree.
Does anyone know the location of that tree, and what type of tree.
Most likely it was a monkey pod.
May be I can go there and cut it down and use the wood , ( just kidding).
What about planting another one 50 yrs later.
Could some one look at the picture and remember the location.
If no one finds it, then when i come down next month, i will go the the school and ask some of the trees,
which one of you is the Statehood tree,
If Brenda wants to come, we can use our Portuguese powers.
We were the only two students that were given this special gift.
Good idea or what.
What other ideas is the comminity talking about for the reunion.
Just to let everone know the IRS has approved my 501(c) (3) for my foundation.
E Malama I Na Wao Lama Foundation.
The preservation of the dry land forest.
I can receive tax deductible gifts of anything.
My foundation will try to educate the people about things that live in these forests, and try to restore them.
Donations will go a long way.
For more info. you can call me.
Well it"s been raining in Keaau for the past 5 days.
No solar rays yet, wife getting very upset.
Have to call Brenda for help.
Hope she made it back from the big island.
Stay and think young,
Wood and tree expert Manny

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----- Original Message -----
From: Robert Nukushina
To: hal
Sent: Sunday, November 15, 2009 9:38 AM
Subject: Re: Street View
Nuk,

OK, OK, so it's orange... everything has a yellow tinge around 3 - 6 in the morning.
As a tourist or a business person or someone who's on the road a lot, Street View is fantastic.
But as a homeowner or someone who's privacy-anal as we are : ) , it's downright scary.
They're supposed to blur out irrelevant-private faces, numbers, IDs, etc. but they missed my
mailbox address... half-assed effort at blurring but easily recognizable and readable.
And some of the cars, pedestrians, joggers, etc are easily recognizable by those who are familiar with them...
blurred or not... ' was you coming out of Club-No-Say-Nothing ? '.
So, have mixed feelings about 'Street View'... love-hate ?

Harold ( as you knew me )

I checked last night and they haven't done my street yet.
I have mixed feelings too.
We're all witnessing less privacy as time goes on.
One of these days, it's going to be like cruise ships with cameras all over the place, except staterooms and heads.
I know people get robbed when they let out too much information about their travel plans on twitter or facebook.
So we all have to watch what we say on our blog.
Jean wanted to know when people go on vacations so she wouldn't be concerned when they didn't post.
It isn't a good idea for me personally, although I wouldn't mind being relieved of some electronic stuff.
That would make moving easier.
I'm more concerned about ID theft.
I don't need the stress from a mess like that to straighten out during my senior years when my family tree shows
short longevitys for males.
Harold, I know you're doing a lot of work behind the scenes obtaining information and allowing classmates to
make connections.
Boy, you better give Roger adequate warning when you hand it off to him when you go on a vacation. LOL
I've learned a lot about our classmates in our blog.
It's apparent, you always had a good friendship with Betty Ann.
When I met her at the "dance" in 9th grade, I mentioned some time ago and danced with her a couple times
and actually talked to her, she seemed very personable.
Now, from her postings, she's very likable, and human, as well as confident and secure as she always was.
I hope she has time to post some more before this all closes out one of these days.
Have a nice day Harold.

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----- Original Message -----
From: Boyd & Jean (Nakamura) Worley
To: Hal
Sent: Sunday, November 15, 2009 9:52 AM
Subject: Re: 11/15/09

Nuk: Your writings are so enjoyable that I wouldn't even think of pulling out an editor's pencil.
I'm not qualified in that area anyway.
I was just puzzled by the "shina" versus "shima" and you've already cleared that up.
I imagine by reunion time in October in Lost Wages you'll be such an icon that they'll want you to take the stage
and do a monologue.
If that does happen you'll have so many ladies from the class of '60 cheering for you that you'll probably be knocked
to the floor by a blizzard of granny panties being tossed at you!
If so, enjoy the ride!

Jean did well at her medical tests in Juneau last week.
The lump in one of her chichi turned out to be a benign cyst.
She got a spinal x-ray since her family leans (no pun intended) toward osteoporosis.
Those results haven't been passed on to her yet.
She also spent a night in a sleep clinic and came home with a diving helmet that should make future conjugal
activity interesting.
I'm actually kind of excited about the idea.
I'm sure she'll write about the sleep clinic.
THere was a large Tlingit (pronounced "Klink it") Indian lady there who took Jean for a tribal sister and was
very nice to her.

I won't bore you folks with anymore stuff but I will say that we love reading the submissions from Betty Douglas,
Elsie Tanaka Ayers, Dr. Manny, Seda, the lovely Miz Ignacio, Nuk (of course), Roger and Hal and Carl,
Carole Masuda Eto, the lovely Carolyn Chock Tom, and many other writers.
What a talented class.

I'll ask Jean to relate about the time she made musubi for visiting retired Honolulu Police Department captain
and Immigration Inspector Richard Fujita.
She got a little caught up in the process and made musubi the size of a cheeseburger.

You folks take care. We look forward to seeing all of you.

Boyd Worley

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----- Original Message -----
From: Robert Nukushina
To: hal
Sent: Saturday, November 14, 2009 6:57 PM
Subject: Re: 11/14/09

Harold, as you suggested I googled Petrie Park, and was looking for something yellow and didn't find it.
It turns out that 'fella' really is a fella, is orange on my screen.
I had no idea they had this feature.
Big Brother is here, and it's Google.
This street view is just great.
The large opening in the wall on 20th is larger than I remember, but those pipes and chains are still there.
I forgot about the wall on the mauka side of the pavilion and the retaining wall below it.
All the old trees on the grassy area are gone replaced by other trees, same as the tennis courts,
except the one tree at mid block on Harding looks like the original tree, but doesn't look as high.
The photos appeared to be taken about 10' to 15' high so the walls look lower than I remember,
but we were tiny then too.
Lots of changes to the park, but a lot of it remains the same.
It also looks like the top of the wall to the basketball courts is far shorter than the 15' I remember
and now there's a retaining wall between the courts and the playing field instead of a grassy slope.
There's quite a bit of changes.
Now I know what you mean by dirty laundry.
Thanks.

Seda, my earliest recollection is me trying to talk.
I was thinking to myself, why is it I could understand other people, more or less,
but nobody could understand me.
And the more I tried to talk, the more they laughed.
Well, I laughed too, thinking they understood me, but they didn't.
I guess I was baby talking, thinking I was speaking.
Then later, I was baby talking and my mother suddenly turns around and says, something like,
he said something.
I think I was beyond the ma-ma, da-da, stage, but her reaction actually scared me; diaper change!
But, between all that, it's just blank, like many days in my life.
I remember my 2nd birthday.
A week prior, I had fallen off the bed during the night while sleeping.
The bed was a one mattress deal, very low, and the floor was wooden planks on raised foundation
so it just made a lot of noise which resonated through my empty skull so no loss.
The morning of my birthday, I fell off the bed again waking everybody up; this time I woke up;
I had to be told I fell off the bed the previous week.
Anyway, in the evening I was wearing this blue PJ, the type where the socks are part of the bottoms.
I don't remember the details but it was an exciting evening and toward the end,
one of my uncles started teasing me and wouldn't leave me alone.
I was very tired and went to my mom and crawled into her lap facing her in the position
like I was going to be breast fed; I was already weaned.
But do you know that it was the most secure comfortable feeling I ever felt in my life?
I fell asleep, but I have never felt secure like that again.
So at the age of 35, I finally gave that up.
I remember a lot from my Manoa days, even getting haircuts on my own from women
(there were about three different women barbers at the shop, but not all working at the same time),
and the candy store next to the barbers.
I think it was either 35 cents or 50 cents for a haircut.
I remember not having enough money one time and paid the woman back the next visit.
Another time, I got back more change than I expected and promptly went next door to buy a couple
3 Musketeers and ate that on my daily 2+ miles walk home.
I should document my Manoa memories just for myself before I forget more.
Life wasn't that great however, I wanted to run away from home a couple times and I wasn't school age yet.
I gave it great thought.
Who was going to give me a job?
What was I going to eat?
Bad idea; the thought of starving the very first night was too much.
BTW, last year, in one of my better moods, I wrote Roy something that could be interpreted as my earliest
memory and funny you should allude to it............... It when something like this:
I'm in this ocean filled with guys that looked exactly like me swimming around in circles.
It's very dark, and very warm, 97.6F.
Look, I had a tail?
First, we feel this swaying motion, a back and forth motion, and it got faster and faster.
We could hear yelling, screaming, and banging on the walls.
Suddenly, we were rotating in a large circle and we all got flushed down this whirlpool through a long tube...
Well, it's a little risque and I don't think the women will like the punch line so I'll stop there.
Well, you brought it up Seda, god forbid, even though it's fictional.
My apologies in advance.
Yes Seda, you remember correctly about programs being held in the courtyard on an elevated area.
The Waialae school courtyard had a large tree in the middle and the grass was very coarse with large
pointed blade leaves.
The area they used as a stage was a small elevated area, outside the doors to the administration section.
If you look at our 6th grade class picture http://www.pbase.com/halinhi/image/115998361), it's behind us
below that eyebrow roof on the upper right of the picture.
The "stage" is the same level as the retaining wall (flower bed) that runs on both sides of it, the length
of the courtyard as you can see by Urata's left arm, to the stairway on each side; you can see the top
of the stairway of one on the left of the picture (the front half of the bldg is two stories, then the next
qtr section is three floors high, and the last qtr is two stories again, all because the whole bldg in on
a slight slope down from 19th to 20th).
The coarse grass you can see in the picture.
The large tree is to the left of the picture.
When I have time, I'll complete my description of Waialae Elmen school, as best as I can,
unless someone else does it first.
Hopefully, it will bring back more memories.
There will be gaps and errors, but I appreciate any corrections.
A lot of my postings have errors in them.
And Seda, what ARE little girls' fantasies?
Little boys want to know. :)

Betty, that's a very good description of the stairway supporting structure.
I also remember one of the them being more popular than the other one; now I know why.
Yes, I remember that Maypole celebration at Waialae, it was the first time I've ever seen one.
I remember us holding colored ribbons going around in a large circle, with every other student going
in the opposite direction, on the asphalt apron as you said.
We all had a chance to do that.
When I watched it being done by the other kids, I was dazzled by the ribbons at the upper part of the pole
forming that weave pattern.
This Maypole thing also reminds me there was another small tree nearby off the apron close to 20th,
making it three in that grassy area, all being, I think, momosa type trees.
Only the seesaws and A-frame were painted green.
The hand walk gym wasn't painted, and the jungle gym was not green, and looked quite worn to bare metal
when I was there.
I think they painted it once, a black color in 5th grade.
It may have been red before I got there, or with caking red dirt at the tees.
I just don't remember being in the jungle gym area much beyond 4th grade.
The seesaws were adjustable and sitting on a pipe support.
The seesaws were also made of pipe with a hard wooden seats and hand bars in front.
I think all pipes were 3" pipes, including the pipe supports.
The seesaws were also chained to the pipe supports.
There were about five half collars welded under the middle of the seesaw pipe that acted as the pivots
resting on the support.
My sister was with me when we first used it.
It was a problem.
I got on first and my sister's end was too high, so she got on first, then it was high for me, so I had to climb on.
When I got on, she was on the high end and it stayed that way.
What to do, what to do.
If I got off, she would crash down, and I would have to hand my ass to my dad for a dusting.
Anyway, this is where I learned about leverage.
A haole father with his daughter was nearby and saw our predicament.
He came over to help us.
He adjusted the seesaw by moving the seesaw over by one collar and we were on our way.
I tried moving the seesaw another time by myself and it was very heavy.
Thanks for clarifying your Bradshaw name.
I was a little confused there, and was going to ask you privately if I ever got to see you.
So legally, you are B.A.D., like I like women.
For me, the name 'Betty Ann' is more of an affectionate name for that little girl I didn't get to know in school;
the one I mistakenly took to being bookish and formal in the classroom, and the one that had a love for
adventure and some mischief.
I don't know why but at recesses, I tended to seek playmates not in my class.
I thought if my classmates were annoyingly smart in class, they must be annoyingly smart on the playground.
I really missed out didn't I?
I remember Louise Lung and she's a jock too?
We are learning so much on this blog.

Raynor, I originally lived in Kaimuki as an infant at my grandma's house and moved to Manoa
prior to my 2nd birthday.
I don't remember a thing about Kaimuki during that time.
Living deep in Manoa Valley, I considered it all my back yard, and it was quiet at nights if you can ignore
the crickets.
There weren't many kids there, and my sister and cousins weren't born until three years later so I spent
a lot of time playing alone, or with one of my uncles who became my favorite, who I tried to model myself.
When I moved back to Kaimuki to the same house, there were so many kids around that I developed friends
with for blocks around with all kinds of personalities and ethnicitys.
This brought a degree of normalcy in my life.
Great diverse friends, the Hawaiian culture, and the best foods; how lucky can we all be?

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----- Original Message -----
From: Seda Deguchi Pratz
To: Hal
Sent: Saturday, November 14, 2009 8:09 AM
Subject: Re: 11/14/09

Betty,
Your email warm my heart, your memory of that stairway is exactly right.
Yes, we went around the inner square so fast it took my breath away, what fun!
Thanks for keeping that memory all these years, I have been looking for someone who remembered
that activity because it was so unique.
I don't think there are too many people who did such a thing.
JPO, now there's a word I haven't heard for almost 50 years.
I do remember you in your uniform.
White shirts with a tie and
was it black skirts or beige skirts?
What I loved was the hats, army like ones.
Betty, you were so adorable in your hat with your
beautiful long braids.
You look so cute in glasses it made me want to wear them even if I did not have too.
My house on 19th and Waialae Ave. was elevated on the Waialae side, with tall trees on the side
so that you could not see the house too well.
We had a two story house.
My aunt and uncle live on the first floor and we had the upper floor.
I was the only girl so I had my own room, and my brothers all slept together.
Our property was huge, my father ran his painting contractor business from the garage.
We had an outdoor bath house.
It was great my brother built a fire under the indoor tub.
It was, what the japanese people call a "furo".
My family loved that furo so much that my father built a furo like bath in our Kahala house but really
wasn't the same as that outdoor fire burning furo.
The mere mention about my mom, brought tears to my eyes.
She was so stylish and beautiful, and was a talented seamstress.
When I was going to Kaimuki Intermediate she use to make me a dress a week.
I guess it was her creative outlet, I would not wear them because I always felt embarrassed
about having too much.
Anyway, she was really amazing. Seda

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----- Original Message -----
From: Robert Nukushina
To: hal
Sent: Friday, November 13, 2009 6:01 PM
Subject: Re: 11/13/09

Jean, that's also a nice design.
That would also look nice on a 4X6, or 5X7 size photo album for the reunion pictures.

Gerri, no I don't look like my pictures in any of the annuals.
I don't recognize myself or my body these days, and oddly enough, I lost my six-pack from drinking six-packs.
If we bumped into each other and you looked directly at me for a second, you wouldn't know its me.
LOL, how odd, the girls want to talk to me now?
Where were they all my life?
Answers to FAQs by female classmates:
Yes;
no;
I can drive at nights;
maybe;
I'm available all day Thursdays;
I don't care if you're married;
my friend Brad Pitt is better looking in real life, want to meet him?;
and;
so what is your name again?
I have no idea who wrote these answers.

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----- Original Message -----
From: Bradshaw, Betty Ing
To: Hal
Sent: Friday, November 13, 2009 10:31 AM
Subject: RE: 11/13/09

Nuk, your recall is phenomenal.

I vaguely remember the structure supporting the stairs, skeleton like square, that Seda talked about .
I think it was a wooden structure, I vaguely remember getting a splinter.
Hmmm, maybe it was a blister.
Each corner of the square was anchored to the ground with cement.
I used to first climb onto the cement to get to one of the four bottom vertical beams that made up the inner square.
The middle of the square was an empty space near the ground so you didn’t get hurt much if you fell.
On each of the four corners of the square was a horizontal support beam.
Each of the horizontal beams was then supported by cross beams to support the structure.
It was this pattern that allowed some of us to race inside the square.
If I recall correctly Seda was pretty fast.
To play on it you had to have good hand, feet, and eye coordination and you couldn’t be too tall or too chubby.
I think it was harder than racing on the metal jungle gym.
I didn’t play on the other structure supporting the other stairs because the beams were too far from the ground
and it looked too dangerous.

I used to admire Seda’s sense of style.
Her mom appeared to be very fashionable also.
I remember getting glimpses of her mom.
I don't remember ever seeing her dad but I recall that on the day each of us had to describe our father’s occupation
I think she said he had a construction company.

I think I remember Seda’s house on the corner of 19th and Waialae because during the 6th grade routinely my company
of JPOs was responsible for helping the kids cross the street at that corner.
I don’t think we could really see much of her house because I think the lot was above the street and the trees hid it.

Once a year at Petrie Park the teachers would put up a Maypole.
It was a very European custom.
They would put us in a circle around the Maypole.
Each child would be given one end of a cloth or a ribbon or rope.
I forget which it was.
The other end was attached to the top of the Maypole.
Then we would dance around the maypole being careful to weave the cloth or rope in and out to form a pattern.
If you were facing the park with your back to the school, the Maypole was set up to the right of the pavilion.

Nuk: Was it on the asphalt apron?

At other times we would play dodge ball in that area.
I also remember the swings but not in the detail that Nuk does.
I remember secretly wearing shorts under my skirts so I could stand up on the swings and pump as high as I could.
Without shorts you had to sit down if you were a girl in skirts.
I had no idea the jungle gym was painted green.
I thought it was red paint that was flaking off.
I remember if your partner on the seesaw was heavier than you (which was almost always for me) you had to hang
on the handles real tight or you would fall off.
What a blast we had.

Now a blast from the past.
Lovely Louise Lung and her good looking husband Ray visited DC.
He is a lawyer and came to attend a bar association convention here.
She called me from San Diego the day before they were to arrive.
They said they had two unscheduled times, dinner on Tuesday or lunch on Wednesday.
I had dinner guests on Tuesday evening and a working lunch on Wednesday.
So I invited them over to join the dinner party on Tuesday at 7:30 PM.
About 6 PM that evening Ray called to apologize because Louise had gotten food poisoning at lunch and they
had to cancel dinner.
We were all very disappointed, including my other guests who were looking forward to meeting Louise and Ray.
I called her the next day and she was still under the weather.
I checked on her on Thursday, by them she was fine.
So I invited them to another dinner party at my house.

Every Thursday I have Hank’s brothers and my sister in law over for dinner .
My mother-in-law used to have all of us at her house for dinner each Thursday evening for about 30 years.
Before she died in April I promised her that I would take over the family dinners.
So I invited Louise and Ray to join our family dinner.
We had a wonderful evening talking story.
Louise regaled my husband and 2 brother-in-laws with tales of our childhood.
My sister-in-law did not join us because she was recovering from a mild case of the swine flu. (She is fine now.)

Louise told them things I don’t remember, like me leading her and others through the drain pipes
when the Ala Moana Shopping Center was being built.
When I broke the window at the beach house because we didn’t have the key and someone had to use the bathroom.
I really do not remember that.
Hal do you remember that?
She said my father had the window fixed so my mom never found out.
She said my dad covered for me a lot.

For dinner, I wanted to feed Louise and Ray food that are indigenous to DC.
So I served a romaine salad with pomegranate seeds (very Southern), Singapore noodles (served on the Eastern Shore,
Si but not in Singapore, in fact, when I visited Singapore and asked for this dish no one at any restaurant there
had heard of it), Maryland soft shell crabs tempura style with jalapeno, wild caught large shrimp steamed in Old Bay
seasoning (this seasoning is ubiquitous in the Washington area, they use it on crabs and shrimp), and stir fried
· spinach with garlic.

Louise brought a rum cake from Honolulu, more than 2 dozen persimmons (from Ray’s sister’s tree in San Diego),
and assorted goodies.
Ray said the last time I had dinner with them was with Vernon Woo at a restaurant with an aquarium.
Once he mentioned the aquarium it jogged my memory.

The next evening they had free so they invited us out for dinner.
Hank couldn’t make it because he had already scheduled dinner with two of his buddies.
So I met them at Full Kee Restaurant for dinner.
I showed up in the witch outfit that I wore to work.
In DC many people wear their costumes to work during Halloween.
There we ordered fried rice with lup cheong, chicken chow mein Cantonese style, stir fried snow pea shoots
(which they never had before), and spicy fried squid.
It was the same restaurant where Hal and his family met me for lunch when they visited DC.
We didn’t order the soft-shell crabs because I had made them for dinner the night before.

Talk about tomboys, Louise’s mom would not let her participate in sports when she was growing up.
So Louise made up for it in her adult life.
She plays tennis with a group of youngsters in their 20s, 30s, and may be 40s from the picture of them that she
carries around.
Ray says she is quite athletic and a very good tennis player.
Ray also told us that Louise did the Molokai channel a short while back.
I think she canoed.
She trained quite awhile to get her pecs in shape.
Hank, my brother-in-laws and I were amazed.
Louise still looks and acts very, very feminine.
We couldn’t even imagine ourselves doing that, not even when we were young, much less this pretty woman.
So I vote for Louise to be female jock of the KHS Class of 1960.

Thanks to Carole Masuda Eto for giving my contact information to Louise.
BTW my husband’s last name is Douglas, not Bradshaw.
After being Betty Ann Ing, Betty Woo, Betty Bradshaw, I decided to stop changing my last name at work because
it was too confusing and I didn’t want to explain.
Legally I am Betty Douglas but everyone here knows me as Bing Bradshaw.
After all those names and because of this blog I am now getting quite comfortable with also being called Betty
or Betty Ann again.

Don’t forget, if you visit DC, please call.

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----- Original Message -----
From: manuel mattos jr
To: hal
Sent: Friday, November 13, 2009 9:48 AM
Subject: RE: 11/13/09

Gerri, what is this secert sin you are talking about.
Have you been talking to my priest, or Pearl.
If you have, then jack and I will have to keep you from talking.
Jack said , he can't do it , so it's look like I will have to.
Don't worry, you will not feel a thing.
Don't believe , Pearl, she is losing a lot of brain cells, poor thing.
She never got over me telling her no, when she asked me for chance in the 2nd grade.
Gerri we can meet any day but wed. or sunday, I have to meet Pearl, she pays for my bingo games.
Gerri and Pearl, could you call me ..
Ask Hal for my cell number and call .
I am better talking then typing.
I don't think Brenda will get to far into the forest, with all this rain and snow.
She might find more then renewal.
Right now, it is raining and snowing on Mauna Kea.
With all this rain, can"t get any solar on my bald spot.
I think that is why my wife threw away all my baseball caps.
Well I got to get back to work on my woods, will be waiting for your calls.
Stay and think young, Manny.

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----- Original Message -----
From: Michael Tang
To: hal
Sent: Friday, November 13, 2009 8:29 AM
Subject: RE: From Maui

Hal, please change my e-mail.
All's well and living in Hawaii Kai.
Would be nice to see Carl and Bob again.
Many good memories together.
Please send me their e-mails.
This blog has been great, thanks for working so hard.
I remember the hair styles back then, combed back, stiff, not a hair out of place due(good grease).
Yours was the best!!!
Bell bottom pants, the bottom as big as your waist size and stiffer the better.
thanks again,
mike

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From: hal
To: Michael Tang
Subject: Fw: From Maui
Date: Wed, 11 Nov 2009 17:01:55 -1000

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----- Original Message -----
From: Carl Yasuda
To: Hal Oshiro
Cc: Mori
Sent: Wednesday, November 11, 2009 2:37 PM
Subject: Fw: From Maui


Hal, I lost contact with Michael Tang. Do you have any info. Carl

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----- Original Message -----
From: Robert Moriyama
To: Carl Yasuda
Sent: Tuesday, November 10, 2009 6:15 PM
Subject: From Maui

What ever happened to Michael Tang? I saw his picture on one of the golf reunion pictures.
For a while, I thought he was in Japan, then I queried on his name but there are several.
One in California and the other in New Mexico. Is he in Hawaii?
Does anyone have his email address to send him Hal information?

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----- Original Message -----
From: Seda Deguchi Pratz
To: Hal
Sent: Friday, November 13, 2009 8:15 AM
Subject: Re: 11/13/09

Hal and Nuk,
I have a terrible memory about my early childhood, three years old and younger.
My husband has memories of him being in his cradle as a baby. Imagine that!
However, I do believe Nuk must have memories of himself in his mother's stomach or god forbid, earlier!
So, remembering playing at Petrie Park is really a great feat for me.
Nuk, you got the layout of Waialae, perfectly, and you are right about under the stairway.
I didn't know who to ask about the stairway, so this was an amazing puzzle solved.
Your story about the blond girl in elementary was so funny you had me laughing out loud.
Your sense of humor reminds me,
of my husband Ron's sense of humor.
Little boy's fantasies are so different from little girls imaginations.
Or are they?
One last thing about the layout of Waialae Elementary, there was a courtyard in the middle, where they held programs.
I believe the stage was on the second floor or on an elevated area.
Am I remembering correctly?
Seda
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----- Original Message -----
From: Ray Tsuneyoshi
To: Hal
Sent: Friday, November 13, 2009 7:37 AM
Subject: RE: 11/13/09

Nuk
I am blown away by what they call “eidetic “ memory (photographic) that you display.
I got to Waialae Elementary during my third grade.
As mentioned previously, I moved from Nuuanu having attended Royal School.
I remember some good natured banter going on between my parents and their friends at a couple of farewell dinners
in Nuuanu (right across the street from the old Hosoi Mortuary)
The gist of the questions went along the lines of,”Eh, how come you guys goin’ move way out in the sticks?”
In 1950 much of the Kaimuki-Waialae/Kahala area was undeveloped with a lot of truck farms, chicken and flower growers.
Living near the corner of Maunaloa and 21st Av.
It was almost halfway between Waialae Elementary and Kaimuki Intermediate.
We lived next door to a large property owned by the Nye Family.
I was told that Henry Nye was either a former Mayor of Honolulu or Governor of Hawaii.
His wife, a nice Hawaiian lady used to tell us of her childhood days growing up with the Royal Hawaiian court and one
of her daughters used to proclaim proudly that her mother was “Alii-Nui”
She lived to her late 80’s.
I came back to Hawaii in 1970 and went to work for Matson.
One day, I got a call from my mother who said that something strange had just happened.
She had been ironing clothes, it was midmorning and the skies were blue.
Quite suddenly, dark clouds gathered, rain came down very intensely accompanied by thunder and lightning.
Just as quickly the skies cleared, the sun came out and someone knocked on the front door.
One of the Nye daughters with tears in her eyes, announced tearfully that her mother had passed away.
My mother then recalled from her days in Kohala the old Hawaiians would say that the heavens always cried
when an “Alii-Nui” died.
I still remember how hard it was to sleep at night when we first moved to Kaimuki.
Going from one of the busiest streets in Honolulu (Nuuanu) to 21st avenue especially at a dead end street.
With it being so quiet, I kept waiting for cars to pass by and there were none.
Took a long while to get over that.
In retrospect, those times that we grew up were so very precious in an environment that was relatively unpolluted
where kids could play without danger of being kidnapped or worse.
I am blessed having grown up in such an environment surrounded by such great classmates who have led
remarkable lives.
RayT

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----- Original Message -----
From: Brenda Ignacio
To: hal
Sent: Thursday, November 12, 2009 8:26 PM
Subject: Re: 11/12/09

Elsie: Yes, did get the photo via email....loved it!
Will send you my home address via personal email.
Nuk: What I mean is that I have been MIA for many years and now feel freshly connected and a part of the class
and excited to be attending the reunion, without restrictions.
Now I feel I've shared a lot and want to invite others standing at the wayside to enter the circle of friends and share.
I will read the older posts and enjoy others' input and memories.
I decided today to just take off to the Big Island for a day or two of communing with nature, looking for ho'ailona
and renewal.
Volcano, rain forest, Mauna Kea, .... here I come.
Blessings all around.

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----- Original Message -----
From: WORLEY, JEAN M
To: CarlYasudaSr
Cc: Hal
Sent: Thursday, November 12, 2009 7:21 PM
Subject: FW: Reunion design

Hi Carl and Hal: Here is the design that my girlfriend worked on for us.
She didn’t put in the color, yet, since we hadn’t talked for a couple of weeks about the final design.
I ordered some bags and she is going to make a few for me.
If they are too expensive, I may just make some for friends.
I want to make note cards and small (4”x5”) spiral bound tablets that sell for about one or two dollars each
with the logo on the front.
Even one of your patch designs could go on the notebooks and cards.
I’ll see if I can get some samples made and email them to you.

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----- Original Message -----
From: Robert Nukushina
To: hal
Sent: Thursday, November 12, 2009 2:31 PM
Subject: Re: 11/12/09

Harold/Seda, I remember you Seda from Waialae but more from KIS in one of our classes because our tables
were next to each other, your table behind me with you seated to the left, and me in front seated to the right,
however, I don't remember which class.
As well as being well dressed, you were talkative and funny, and I really enjoyed talking to you because you
were very entertaining.
Seda, you are absolutely right about the streets.
When I reread my post last night and came to the part of the hole in the fence at the tennis courts, I was thinking,
shouldn't that be 21st avenue, the last street before it becomes Kahala?
Yet, it didn't register, my light bulb never lit up.
Harold, the front of Waialae Elem. school is on 19th, the opposite side of Petrie Park as Seda said.
It's strange how my mind can live with conflicting information like that: 19th on both sides of the school
(LOL getting senile).
The front of the school had a lava rock wall with three openings with short concrete steps to the level of the campus
(it's possible the one on the left didn't have steps as 19th declines toward Harding).
The middle wall opening led to the front entrance of the bldg while the other two led to the wings.
There were red stained concrete sidewalks from the wall steps to the bldg.
At the front entrance, the sidewalks crossed midway and there stood our flag pole.
Just as you entered the front entrance, there were two rooms on either side with Dutch doors all painted white,
including the hallways.
The room on the left was where I was interviewed a week before school started, and placed in Harold's class.
The floor was black linoleum in the whole administrative area inside the bldg, but wood outside on the verandah halls.
I usually entered the school on 19th at the right wall opening.
I stepped down a few steps to the sidewalk for a few steps and made a right turn on the sidewalk, walked the width
of bldg wing under the palm trees where the sidewalk doglegs toward the smaller bldg to 4th grade.
If I had turned to the left instead after stepping down from 19th, this sidewalk crosses the entrance sidewalk where
the flagpole is, dead center of the two sidewalks where they cross.
One morning, I decided to enter school through the front entrance. Mr. Martin came out and told me, students
were not allowed in that front area in the morning.
I remember him as being very thin, light gray hair w/wire rim glasses.
He had a light gray suit on that morning which is how I always remember him.
Seda, the stairway you referred to was at the rear of the Waialae Elem School main bldg facing 20th.
There were two of these long stairways from either side of the bldg from the top floor wings.
Looking from Petrie Park from the pavilion (ignoring the tree), the stairway on the left descends from Mrs. Miles
Classroom, first to the left, then turns toward you down to the ground and the one on the right, looking from
the jungle gym area, descends from Harold's 6th grade class and is a mirror image of the other one.
Both had the skeletal frame work supporting the stairs at the bottom where the kids played.
Yes Seda, I remember it now that you mentioned it, thanks for memory.
I'm glad you and Harold enjoyed remembering Petrie Park.
When I started writing, I was wondering whether anyone would care like I did.
My memories of growing up are very precious to me, even remembering the little moments, like making myself
a sandwich and climbing the various trees at different times in the surrounding neighborhood, making myself
as comfortable as I could in the tree, eating my sandwich, while enjoying the view and seeing how different
the world looked from that height.
I didn't realize many of our classmates were tomboys.
I liked tomboys when I was younger because they are as good as the boys, but didn't argue as much.
In 3rd grade, I enjoyed playing with Ellen, my favorite tomboy.
Elsie says she was a tomboy; now she tells me.
She was so cute and spotless in her clothes as I remember, more like a doll.
She was the top student in my 3rd grade class so maybe that's why I never played with her.
For Roy; a few weeks after I started 4th grade out on the campus during recess, a pair of girls came up to me
and started to ask me questions (hard to believe yah?); one was a tall blonde, a half head taller than I was,
and her friend, a tiny Japanese girl, shorter than I was.
The blonde did all the talking and her light blonde large curls went past her shoulders.
I remember her wearing a blue gingham dress, similar to the red gingham, the original Love's bread loaf was
packaged in.
The next day she talked to me again with her friend there.
Frankly, this is my first time talking to a haole blonde, and I was more frightened than pleased.
Then, I noticed that she would always get closer to wherever I was on the campus during recess so I suspected
she was interested in me.
So I chose to play elsewhere during recess out of her sight.
Well, I forgot all about them after a while, then one day I saw her friend alone.
I asked her what had happened to her blonde friend.
She had changed school.
I was both relieved and disappointed at the same time.
Then, I daydreamed about what could have been, a tall brassy blonde in her nighties, curlers in her hair,
cigarette hanging from her lips, ordering me to get off the couch and find a job.
Burrrp!
And to stay sober too.
And by the way, where the hell is that unemployment check.

On another subject, in our senior year, one of the Kam school cheerleaders was a Hawaiian guy about
average height.
He was popular, and his body language was very masculine and highly energetic when he led the cheers.
Years later, he was employed at American Can the last two summers I was there, and he worked the shift
after mine with Francis Kawelo.
I talked to him a bit about his cheerleading days the first year he worked there, and he became popular
with the regular employees at the plant.
Little did anyone know.
In the second summer one night, just before 11pm when his shift started, he came to work with a red satin
dress on, heavy make up, and a little tipsy.
Yep, the regulars almost died laughing, almost shutting the plant down.
He was running late and didn't have time to go home and change.
He was gay, and now that he was out of the closet, his body language changed too.
He had me fooled. nuk

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----- Original Message -----
From: gdigmon
To: hal
Sent: Thursday, November 12, 2009 10:26 AM

Hal, Manny Mattos and special friends, have been very busy and not able to participate as often as we would
like but also tried to read everything,however Nuk, U R simply amazing U never run out of stories, so when
you visit, U MUST schedule sessions with all of us to pick your brain.
I recall seeing you around in High School but had to refer to the annual and your picture is now "burned"
into my brain.
Do you look anything close to this photo?
The girls evidently are all waiting in line to have a chat with you.
Manny we had such fun visiting with U on your last visit, we are entering the Holidays but we will do what we
can to meet for breakfast, lunch or dinner and "chew the fat" about hilarious selves so tell us your timetable,
when you will be available etc, etc...so that we can work on this, are U still going to Bingo to wait for your
big WIN instead of meeting with us like the last time.
If so, we thoroughly understand we all have our secret sins, you know, just joking, looking forward to seeing
you and Janet.
Incidentally had an enjoyable lunch with Sandy Ishimoto, Ruth Kinoshita Gushiken, Marjorie Morimoto
eating yummy Japanese food at Hata's.
It was wonderful seeing Sandy who is wheelchair ridden but so alert and still loves teriyaki, miso and
potato-mac salad etc.
If anyone has time to visit Sandy she is at Maunalani Hts. Home, just call before visiting her.
I'm sure that she would love seeing anyone who stops by.
Hope to see Sandy again soon.
Keep well all.
Gerri B and Jack D

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November 12, 2009

Finally... proof that Nuk's memory is only 99.95% infallible... google-map Petrie park (or playground) and see
that it's bordered by 20th, 21st, Pahoa and Harding... so you're right Seda, Waialae Elementary was between
19th and 20th Avenues... although I remember the school's front being on 20th with the park / playground
directly across the street... which brings up the recollection of 'park' and 'playground'... it's called both...
the stair-skeleton-like-square has me baffled unless it was at the school... I remember something similar to
that description made of wood but the details escape me.

Nuk, when-if you do google-map Petrie Park, zoom in as close as possible then use the little, yellow fella for
a street view of the area... saw the Google street-view vehicles nearly a year ago starting to record Oahu
streets and they are finally showing up on Google Maps... it's pretty extensive, showing even residential
areas... only private roads, military land and other inaccessible areas aren't visible... good way to see how
your old stomping grounds look like now... i.e. Waialae, KIS, KHS, etc... probably even your old home...
yep, saw mine... glad we didn't have any dirty laundry hanging out that day... more surprising than how
extensive is the good clarity of the views... zooming possible too.

Hal

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----- Original Message -----
From: ayershome
To: 'Hal'
Sent: Wednesday, November 11, 2009 6:18 PM
Subject: RE: 11/11/09

Hi, Jane….your ears must have been itchy.
Kiki and I were just talking about you couple days ago.
Are you planning to attend either the April or Oct 2010 reunions?
Seda Deguchi Pratz and I are trying to get enough people to participate in a craft fair at one of these reunions.
Would you be interested?
Very premature, but would like to get a feeler so we’ll know whether it would be worthwhile to pursue.
Let me know.

Brenda, did you get the group picture I sent via email?
Had to enlarge the photo, but came out pretty good, considering the age of it.
Send me your mailing address to my home email so I can mail you a hard copy.
Talk to you soon.
Elsie Tanaka Ayers

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----- Original Message -----
From: Robert Nukushina
To: hal
Sent: Wednesday, November 11, 2009 3:30 PM
Subject: Re: 11/11/09

Brenda, every time you post, the more intrigued I am.
It's funny how we all viewed school.
I had thought you were very symbolic of our school, being so visible, pretty like so many of our girls, and bright,
so I'm surprised to hear you say you feel more like part of school and the classmates now.
No, I don't take praise very well, but you would have to know my background to understand that.
I won't dispute your flattering observations, which would make you very very perceptive yourself (flattering myself too;
it's a 2-fer, couldn't resist). :)
Wow, now I'm going to miss that lomi lomi lua licken (I think I just made Ms Lam smile) I was looking forward to;
hurt me, hurt me, that feels so good.
I played a lot of tackle football with older kids when I was young, fell off trees, hit by a Ford Mercury when I was racing
a bike around the block, and punched in the head from many fights, so I'm no delicate homo erectus.
Hmm, I think there's a one-liner there which I won't touch.
Brenda, you are quite a gal and what a heart breaker you must have been, leaving a crowded wake of disappointed
friskers crying in their beer.
Yes, us boys were a frisky lot, but in our days, there weren't any friskees around; only stern looking fathers,
and grandmas with bank vault hinges.
You have to post whenever you can; I enjoy your funny bone and observations.
You are our class Spirit.
And get Caroline Andrade to share too.
I reread my Petrie Park post, and I can see Boyd sharpening his 2nd red pencil, proofreading it with tears in his eyes.
You know, I really did deserve my low grade in English/Lit. LOL
I'm glad you can overlook the writing.
I can't proofread my own writing.
I miss Mel Cabang's uke playing from high school.
I wonder if he has changed his uke style.
I hope not.
What musically talented fingers!
Stuff for Carnegie Hall.

Harold, Elsie, Brenda. Don't make too much of my memory.
If you remember what I remember, then your memories are just as good.
Harold, I would be surprised if Petrie Park looks the same today as it was when we were kids.
I'll have to go see it someday; it must have been updated and modernized.
It took a lot of work and expense to make Petrie Park originally.
Lots of earth work and planning.
The lava rock wall surrounding the park is primarily a retaining wall and I didn't see any cracks when I was there.
The tennis courts are on dirt fill and it wasn't stabilized enough to prevent all those cracks.
Elsie, my memory sure didn't help me in school.
Sometimes, I can remember things that lasted only a few seconds and is just totally insignificant to my life, and yet,
some of my more interesting memories have gone into hiding; I'm hoping I can recover those,
maybe if I hear a few key words or see images to jog my aging memory.
Throughout my life, many people just didn't believe me when I recalled events so for this blog, if it wasn't for me
knowing Harold and establishing credibility with him first, I think my first post would have been my last post.
Then, when you posted and confirmed what we remembered from Manoa school, I felt more comfortable with my own
memory, because I know the mind can play games with the memory bank.
Now, if you talk to Mori, Chester, and Roy privately, classmates that I have reestablished contact in the last ten years
thanks to Roy, they will tell you how unremarkable a guy I am.
And if they don't cooperate, I'll have to publicly release Herbie's (Hoover's) files on them, as well as youtube their videos.
BTW, anybody notice that ever since Chester retired, removed his massive holdings from California, and started
collecting his California pension, California has gone broke?
It can't be mere coincidence, could it?

I hope Jean is okay.
And we need to rescue Betty Ann.
Let's hope they are working on their autobios.
nuk

PS to travelers.
When I travel, mostly in aircraft, I wear all cotton clothing just in case of a survivable crash where there's usually a fire.
Man made materials will melt on the skin and will have to be removed, skin and all.
Cotton burns but causes far less complications.

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----- Original Message -----
From: CarlYasudaSr
To: Hal
Sent: Wednesday, November 11, 2009 3:04 PM
Subject: Re: Fw: Contact Info

Thanks Hal. Will you give me the scoop on the Nov 19 meeting after I get back.
BTW, I don't know if the topic of donations will come up but, some classmates may want to know how the donations
will be used.
As in the case of cash donations, my input would be that a $1,000 operating budget be established and anything over
should be divided as say 50% be use as either prizes for the two reunions and the balance be donated to a KHS project.
Anyway, that is my input in case the topic comes up and it wouldn't hurt to have it announced in the news letter.

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----- Original Message -----
From: Seda Pratz
To: Hal
Sent: Wednesday, November 11, 2009 6:31 AM
Subject: Re: 11/10/09

Amazing, Nuk you are truly amazing.
I loved growing up in Hawaii and have many wonderful memories but I don't remember all the details that come from you.
But I truly enjoy hearing the part about Petrie Park, where I spent many hours playing on the jungle gyms and swings.
I played basketball and baseball with my classmates and brothers.
In the pavilion, I remember playing jacks and a game with milk tops.
As I remember, there use to be an area under a stairway, a structure supporting the stairs, skeleton like square,
that all of us use to go as fast as we can around the inner square.
Does anybody else remember that?
I was a real tomboy growing up.
But there was a side of me that love being a girl, I wore dress all the time, even playing football with my brothers
and his friends.
I guess that's why they loved playing with me.
I was the only girl, now I know why they always invited me!
Nuk, our house use to be on 19th avenue and Waialae, so I thought that Waialae Elementary was on 19th and that
the park was in the back of the school.
Thanks for the memories and Hal thanks for including me in your email.
Seda Deguchi Pratz

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----- Original Message -----
From: Jane Pang
To: Hal
Sent: Tuesday, November 10, 2009 10:51 PM
Subject: Re: Fw: Contact Info

Aloha and mahalo Hal,

I'm at home at our Palolo Hale till Thursday, give us a call (808) 737-**** or our cell (714) ***-****.
Yes, feel free to share California # with the KS Alumni as we look forward to having a So. Ca gathering
prior to your Reunion here in Hawai`i.
Keep in touch, enjoy your messages, glad to learn how everyone has kept the spirit of aloha throughout
the years.
Completing trip home for the Association of Hawaiian Civic Clubs at Makena, Maui, preparing for a statewide
NHPI Youth Leadership Summit for Friday at CSUDH, Carson.
Look forward to receiving a call, aloha no.

Jane Mock Pang
(808) 737-**** (Palolo Hale)
(714) ***-**** (cell)
1-714-***-**** (Huntington Beach Hale, phone/FAX)

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----- Original Message -----
From: Brenda Ignacio
To: hal
Sent: Tuesday, November 10, 2009 5:06 PM
Subject: Re: 11/10/09

Nuk: Holy moley, I am afraid to describe a mind such as yours; plus, you don't take to praise easily,
what with the whiplash and all from my last observations.
I retract my licken threat, 'cuz who would want to mess up that computer/photographic/memorycard
extraordinaire brain of yours!!??
It is simply amazing the way you describe Petrie Park....simply amazing.
Obviously you were not a shaken baby and did not try out for Rainman.

Elsie: you doll, kindness matters, and you have the knack.
Yes I have missed all the reunions except for the one earlier described way back, and this one is going
to be so special.
Funny, I feel more a part of my school and classmates now and can honor the way we were.
(Another song idea?)

Caroline Andrade Gouveia: You are too cute.
You read, you chuckle and you delete, is that it?
Did you not see the reference to your beautiful dress code?
Why is it that you never comment, again?
All would love to see your words.
I loved your personal email; however, now I think I need to clarify the reference to Leighton,
who you clearly remember.
Well, he wasn't frisky with me,...he messed around with Thyra in his grade and a girl from Sacred Hearts
who lived on the bottom of 16th ave. and would have given the nuns mitral valve prolapse.
Unfortunately he had to move away to California in 1961 to marry a California coed and do the right thing,
if you get my bent.
I bet none of our other classmates can relate to such shenanigans. Harumpth and lula ole!
You and I were so dense, huh?

...and now, ..... as we continue our episode on "As the Bell Rings, ............." I just remembered that on the
last day of the ninth grade, KIS, I got word that Mel Cabang, thinking that I was a beautipul pilipino
plower who might be swayed by him, said to several classmates that he was going to chase me
after school until he kissed me.
I was petrified and called my brother in Kaimuki High (Marney Ignacio - track) who then came to KIS
to walk me home and guard me.
What a shock, then, to have the same Mel turn out to be a monk in a monastery in upper Kalihi Valley!
Wha happened?
Now if he attends the reunion, please put him on notice that this new version of BI has taken lua,
the Hawaiian martial art.
Case closed.

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November 10, 2009

Now I am totally blown away... had to read some of the details more than a couple of times, but the mental
images suddenly came back... a lot of them quite vivid after those descriptions... bet there are a few others
from Waialae Elementary reading your post who remember also... off the top of my head: Hirokane, Bessie,
Betty Ann, Ishizaki, Carol H., Slug, Clinton, Elsie O., Frances, Francine, Michael Y., Muriel, Raynor, Seda,
Thomas O., Wade... I know I missed a few... I think you're right about the Principal being a Mr. Martin...
I also remember now why Jack Padua is such a strong memory for me... he was the first classmate I knew
of being paddled by the Principal... some of the schoolmates claimed to have heard the whacks coming
out of his office... everyone was on their best behavior for a long while after that.

Elsie T., like I said before, Nuk had to be carrying around a memo pad around with him at all times... plus a
ruler... getting things down to the inch... I can mentally verify everything he's described... well, almost...
there are a few things I'm tempted to go to the park and have a look for myself... I just can't remember.

Hal


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