I finally managed to wrestle my annual calendars into shape and make them available via Lulu.com.
Two versions: Kaaawa mornings, and our Kaaawa cats, both featuring great photographs by moi. The good news is that Lulu.com rescinded the major price increases announced last year, so the calendars are still pretty reasonable.
Click on either cover for ordering info, or see info on both here. Previews should be available.
Here’s another “find” which turned up among the many boxes of papers and documents my mother saved over the years.
It’s a single page of notes recording information provided by “Mrs. Webb at Bishop Museum in 1924.” The notes were taken by Professor Carey D. Miller, a nutritionist who joined the UH faculty in 1922, and immediately began researching the food and nutrition practices of Hawaii’s people.
“Mrs. Webb” was Elizabeth Lahilahi Webb [1862-1949], a Hawaiian history specialist at Bishop Museum, described as a “confidant” to Queen Lili‘uokalani.
Poi- “principal food”
Fish every day.
Chickens–”not used very often”
Sugar cane–”ate sugar cane all time”
Pig–”once in a while”
Click on the image to see a larger version.
Also see: “More info on Hawaiian foods“
It’s coming up on 8 a.m. on December 7. In 1941, it was a Sunday. It was my father’s birthday. The night before my parents had been partying. Then their world changed.
I posted the following back in May, soon after finding a letter of my mother’s penned that day. I’m sharing it again today. Read on.
It was in a box of papers uncovered yesterday afternoon as I slogged through another section of a small storeroom at my parents’ home in Kahala. The papers are dirty, faded, and covered with a fine layer of dust and rather old looking termite droppings and other bits of unknown origin. The papers included bits of genealogy, a collection of British newspapers reporting the funeral of King George VI and the coronation of Elizabeth, a carefully tied bundle of Bonnie’s school work from first through third grades, etc., etc. Then there was a small sheet of blue paper, folded in thirds. I immediately recognized my mother’s clear handwriting.
It’s a letter from my mother to her sister, Marguerite, written late on the morning of December 7, 1941, my father’s 28th birthday, as machine gun fire could be heard overhead and puffs of smoke seen in the sky.
The paper is brittle, there’s some old termite damage, but this treasure survived.
I’ve transcribed it below. You can see the original letter here.
Dec. 7, 1941
Something is brewing but we don’t exactly know what the score is. We were awakened by a telephone call from Ma this morning saying that Japanese planes were bombing Pearl Harbor. I had a big head from a party last night so didn’t talk very much. She told John the house was shaking like a leaf. We’ve been sitting here watching the shooting. I wish I were at Waipahu to see more of it. We have to be content with just watching the puffs from the shots.
Every 10 minutes an announcement is made over the radio for people to report for one thing or another. The latest report is total blackout tonight. We still don’t know whether this is real or not. Jimi was called for sea-scout duty early this morning. All ROTC students are getting their equipment. I guess they’ll patrol the streets. One funny thing happened today. We went out to the street to watch them haul cannons. The soldiers were throwing kisses to all the gals along the street.
Guess we’ll have to stay put today. We can’t use the telephone anymore & we can’t drive our cars, so here we are.
11:50 Well, there goes the radio. Station KGMB has been ordered off the air. Governor Poindexter is declaring a state of emergency on station KGU. There come the planes!! Oh, oh, and machine gun fire right above us. I’m getting jittery! Shucks, this letter won’t get to you anyway; might as well quit.
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Today would have been my father’s 100th birthday. He didn’t make it. He died in 2010, just weeks before he would have turned 97.
1913 seems so very long ago, and it is strange to stop and “feel” the connection to that time in history, placing my own life into that timeline.
This photo was taken at his last birthday party back in December 2009. He looked amazingly good for 96, even though his declining health was obvious.
I described the birthday in an entry here the next day.
When I told him it was his birthday, he wanted to know what year it was.
“Nineteen…nineteen…” He paused, looking at me to fill in the blank, tell him what year it is. I had to say that it’s 2009.
“So how old am I? Eighty?”
96, I answered.
He looked bemused. 96 is something that happens to someone else, to old people.
Happy birthday, dad.
Ms. Annie welcomes you to Feline Friday. The photos are a bit late today, but I don’t think the cats mind. So click on Annie’s photo or the link below, and you’ll see the rest of today’s friendly felines.
Annie has a “thing” about slipping downstairs in the mornings and spending an hour or two on her own in our laundry room. The light was just right when we got back from our walk this morning, and Annie posed.
Annie is a huntress, but she manages not to get in fights with the new neighbor cats. She is a better diplomat than Romeo, it seems.
So she gets to stay outside while Romeo remains locked up to keep him out of trouble.
–> Anyway…see all of today’s cats!