My kids family originally came from the island of Hawaii. It was a small little town with the home sitting less than a blocks walk to the beach. Their great-grandmother who was full-blooded Hawaiian had once owned large parcels of property in the area and it was leased to the sugar cane growers.
Over the years greed, mismanagement and the government soon dwindled the land down to a house.
When ever we visited the big island it was like a pilgrimage to visit this home. When the kids were small we could visit an aunty who lived there and when they became adults we just stood outside and looked as caretakers had been placed their by other family members.
The auana (modern-day hula) competition did not start until the evening. So once again we made our pilgrimage to the ancestral land.
The area where the family lived is called Laupahoehoe. There once was a school situated right off the beach area. On April 1, 1946, one day before my first birthday, while I was safely ensconced in my home in San Francisco, a tsunami hit the Big Island of Hawaii.
The children were playing outside of the school as they waited for class to begin for the day. As the ocean receded fish began to flip and flop and kids excitedly ran into the wet sand to try to pick them up.
A friend told me that her brother was one of these children. As he occupied himself trying to grab one of the dancing creatures he looked up. A huge wave was headed his way and he knew he was not able to outrun it. He grabbed a large rock in front of him and just held on for dear life as the wave washed over him and then pulled back.
She then said, her brother who survived the ordeal, came away stuttering and has stuttered till this day.
Many teachers and children were not so lucky. If you would like to read more about this here is a site that has information on the tragedy. http://www.tsunami.org/sound042199.html
The view on the drive to Laupahoehoe
Looking down towards Laupahoehoe
Laupahoehoe ocean front by the house
Looking down to where the school once was and family home area
This grave belongs to the great, great-grandfather who came from china
Since no one in the family can read Chinese we aren’t exactly sure what it says. Are there any linguist out there who might be able to translate? This grave yard is about a 3 minute walk from the old house.
On this visit as we looked for the house we realized that it was no longer there. This was all that was left. It looked as though the house had been bull dozed and shoved to the side of the road.
So we drove up to the top of the family compound and to the Catholic church to visit the great grandmother’s grave. Here my son is taking a photo of the photo of his great-grandmother that is inlaid into the grave marker.
It says Sara Matilda Awong. In all the records we have seen she was recorded as Sara Keeaumoku Awong. Were not sure if it was a Catholic thing to leave her Hawaiian name out or maybe since it was her maiden name it was not recorded.
The view from her grave looking down to the ocean
I must say, her grave rests in a beautiful spot. This was the view as we left the cemetery.
Heading back into Hilo. It still is a pretty old town with many of the old buildings remaining.
Anyone who has been to Hilo in times past always remarked on the fact that even into the 70’s they still had parking meters where you still paid a penny to park. Not so anymore. It is now free! How can you beat that?
Traffic Jam 🙂
We started out early in the morning so that we would have time to take in the Merrie Monarch Craft Festival that we had been told not to miss.
Walking into the Craft Fair area I was surprised at how small it was.
But though it was small it contained beautiful, locally crafted items. There were no plastic, quickly put together crafts that seem to proliferate at fairs now days.
It looks like this person was in the process of making beaters for Kapa cloth and the implements to beat the cloth on
Ipus made from the squash gourd plant. The Hawaiians used these for many things like storage for food, water, and goods. They even piled them into their canoes when they fished in case of a shark attack. If being attacked they would throw these out into the ocean. When they splashed the sharks would then turn around and be diverted. Then and now these ipus are used for hula dancing as you can see in many of the dance photos.
And here are the Niihau Leis. Oh how I wished I could afford one of these. The shells come from the little island of Niihau that is mostly populated by Hawaiians. It is privately owned and so not many people can even see the island only the beach. The residents of the island gather these tiny shells to make the necklaces. These can sell into the thousands.
Though a small craft fair, in this case. good things came in a small package.
In my next blog I will post the photos of the last event, the auana or modern-day hula