I grew up in Honolulu. I was one of the youngest of a large group of cousins, most of whom are male and Filipino, apart from my mom’s sister’s son, who is white. We spent a lot of time together since we all lived pretty close, and my Filipino grandfather (and, until three days before I was born, grandmother) owned a large house that always seemed to have at least two or three aunties and hence vast quantities of delicious food in it (chicken malunggai! pancit! lumpia! suman!) .
I haven’t seen these cousins very frequently since we all became adults. Two of them were in the military for many years. They came to visit us in Monterey on our recent trip to the USA. So before I share the photos from the meals we ate together (because of course there was food, lots of food), here are the photos my parents brought of us as children. Most of these were taken at Waimea Falls on the north shore of Oahu.

I’m on the left. The two cousins in the middle came to Monterey over Labour Day weekend. On the far right, holding the camera to his eyes, is the cousin I shall refer to as Big Keiki, because Little Keiki is named after him. Please note matching bowl cuts. Niiice.

The same set of cousins and me with our grandfather. I have to admit, I’m rather surprised to see myself on my grandfather’s lap. He wasn’t exactly an involved grandparent.

Me, my mom and a very excited Big Keiki at the front, walking out of a car park. Same two cousins and my grandma behind.

Me, cousins and my mom, peering into a pond containing an enormous lily pad.

Me and my cousins standing in a pineapple field. The pineapples have already been picked so these are just the dessicated remains of the plants.

Me and one cousin with my other grandfather next to a creek. Some funny child poses going on here!
I haven’t seen these cousins very frequently since we all became adults. Two of them were in the military for many years. They came to visit us in Monterey on our recent trip to the USA. So before I share the photos from the meals we ate together (because of course there was food, lots of food), here are the photos my parents brought of us as children. Most of these were taken at Waimea Falls on the north shore of Oahu.
I’m on the left. The two cousins in the middle came to Monterey over Labour Day weekend. On the far right, holding the camera to his eyes, is the cousin I shall refer to as Big Keiki, because Little Keiki is named after him. Please note matching bowl cuts. Niiice.
The same set of cousins and me with our grandfather. I have to admit, I’m rather surprised to see myself on my grandfather’s lap. He wasn’t exactly an involved grandparent.
Me, my mom and a very excited Big Keiki at the front, walking out of a car park. Same two cousins and my grandma behind.
Me, cousins and my mom, peering into a pond containing an enormous lily pad.
Me and my cousins standing in a pineapple field. The pineapples have already been picked so these are just the dessicated remains of the plants.
Me and one cousin with my other grandfather next to a creek. Some funny child poses going on here!
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Out of curiosity: do you still (feel the need to) visit Hawai'i sometimes? I think I deduced from your journal that your parents don't live there anymore, but it must be a place with lots of nice memories for you :)
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I would love to visit Hawai'i with the children and the bloke, but it's a long journey and it's expensive. I haven't been there for a long time and that's mostly down to my parents not living there any more.
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I think it's delightful that Big Keiki has a namesake. n_n
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Big Keiki is highly unlikely to have (human) children himself. I think he was really touched to have Little Keiki named for him.
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