It’s been one week since my father’s death. Lots of time for reflecting on his life, and life in general. During this short week, we’ve already gotten news that a good friend, a guy in great shape who has been an active surfer into his 60s, has been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. Now seeking a [...]
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Thanks to Honolulu Star-Advertiser reporter Leila Fujimori for doing such a good job on my father’s obituary, which appeared in today’s print and online editions.
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On Friday morning, when my father’s nursing home called and advised that we come as soon as possible, I was at home in Kaaawa without a car. After dressing and walking quickly down to the bus stop on Kamehameha Highway near the post office, I was a minute too late. The 11:01 a.m. bus slid [...]
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My father died just before 2 a.m. this morning. He was within sight of his 97th birthday, which would have rolled around December 7. My sister, Bonnie, got the news to the web early this morning on her blog. We spent yesterday at his bedside after his condition worsened, but gave up the vigil by [...]
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Here are two mystery photos, found among a handful of stray slides that were in my dad’s “stuff”. They date to sometime in the 1950s. Click on either photo for a larger version. I’m wondering if the man in glasses on the right (in the top photo) could be Chinn Ho. In order to put [...]
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The telephone rang at home Saturday morning. It was my sister, Bonnie. “Something’s happening.” When Bonnie’s phone call came, I was still on my last cup of morning coffee. I had posted more scans of my dad’s old pictures earlier in the morning, including some of him in Aloha Week events that took place 60 [...]
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More stuff pulled from my dad’s boxes of “stuff”–bits and pieces from Aloha Week celebrations from 1949-1955, soon after the event was started by the “Oldtimers” of the Junior Chamber of Commerce. I’m not sure which year this Waikiki Surf Club float dates from. Is that Kalakaua Avenue? King Street? I’m not at all sure. [...]
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Still digging through my dad’s “stuff”, photos, notes, letters, fragments of things past, some potentially meaningful, while the significance of others is gone with his memory of them. Yesterday I got a shock. Tucked in an envelope was a handwritten letter in my mother’s meticulous hand, dated Saturday, August 23, 1947. Six days after I [...]
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