Missing Hawaii

My lunch is cooking on the stove and Hawaiian music comes over the radio. It’s the old time chalangalang. http://mog.com/Aiea48/blog/1580219

Just as a certain scent can bring back a memory of a house, area or event the music brought back memories of Hawaii in the days when you  your family picked and sewed  plumeria leis just for that special someone due to arrive the next day. You could actually walk out to the air plain and put the lei around their neck as they got off. The air was filled with the scent of flowers as people waited, lei in hand, to greet their loved ones. Now you have to wait at the luggage carousel and rarely do you see a lei unless someone has paid to have one delivered.

I thought about how you could walk on Kalakaua Avenue and see the beach as you passed the Royal Hawaiian. In fact you could see the Royal Hawaiian Hotel as it was not blocked by the big, ugly, cement complex that plops there right now. Even the wonderful Waikiki Theater with it’s organ player, palm trees and large screen is gone. All three theaters in Waikiki have been replaced by stores. Check out this site if your into nostalgia. http://cinematreasures.org/news/13069_0_1_0_C/

There was even parking in Waikiki and you could drive both ways on Kalakaua Ave. Now I don’t even want to go near the place it is so crowded with fancy stores that only the Japanese can afford to buy from. There is no place to park your car so it’s not local friendly to get to the beach.

I even miss the Pigeon English that everyone spoke. “Hey you heard? He went make (pronounced makay) die, dead.” Translation, did you hear he died? They just had a way of really emphasizing something. 🙂

And as I’ve said many a time I miss the mangoes. They grew in just about everyone’s yard. Their were so many during mango season you were sure to be given at least two loaves of mango bread and a shopping bag full of mangoes. And just in case you didn’t get any you could walk along the neighborhood and pick a bag of them off the wall of someones yard where they had been left to share.

So sad. We probably got 5 mangoes this year. The tress have been steadily cut down to make room for houses with very small or no yards at all.

There are many things that have gone the way of Old Hawaii. Driving to the bottom of Hanauma Bay to drop off your pick nick items, now you have to  walk down the long road or pay for the tram and pay for each item you take down. Thank you tourism.

In the back of Manoa they built a park in all of the deep flora growing back there. Joanie Mitchel, I was told, wrote the song “They pave paradise and put up a parking lot” about it. And it’s true. They paved that beautiful jungle in, brought in exotic birds and made a huge parking lot and asphalted everywhere.

And so I have only memories. And since I can’t photograph a memory this blog will remain photo-less.

Like the Eagles sang, Call someplace paradise and you can kiss it good by.


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