I attended the last few months of my 8th grade school year and a little more than three years of high school on the island of Kauai. The last time I was on that island was in 1977, when I was still 16 years of age, so I can’t remember everything I experienced.
From February 1974 to October 1977, my parents, my siblings (and a niece and a nephew) and I spent some time on the island of Kauai. My father was a water well driller and his company paid the rent. If I remember correctly, the rent was $350 a month in 1974. I’m sure the same house today would be at least $2000 and yes, it’s still there. I’ve seen it on Google Earth and Google Maps.
My older siblings slowly trickled back to the mainland. Only my parents, three of my siblings and I remained until we all moved. The four of us were the only ones still in school when we returned to the mainland. On Kauai, we attended the Kapaa school. I don’t remember if it served all grade levels or not but my youngest sister was on the elementary side of the school.
There was a lot of racism in the school, displayed mostly by one specific ethnic group. I don’t remember having any issues with other ethnic groups. The part that bothered me was that the only difference between me and one of them was that I wasn’t born and raised there. Now, that was over 40 years ago. That racism may no longer exist.
My Hawaiian stomping grounds included places some people will never see because they no longer exist. One of them was the cattle ranch behind our house (even though it was off limits). From what I can see with Google Earth, it’s all housing of some kind now. We used to pick pineapples from a nearby abandoned Dole plantation. The cannery across the street from it was slowly converted into other things, one being a grocery store.
The island isn’t that big. Anyone with personal vehicle could cover the entire island in a day. I remember the terms “leeward” and “windward” being used instead of east and west when describing one side or the other. Most of the population was situated on the windward, or east, side of the island.
I remember a trip to Hanalei, a trip to the Waimea Canyon State Park, multiple trips to the Wailua River State Park, including “Paradise Pacifica” (which is now Smith’s Tropical Paradise) and visits to beaches all along the shore. The most often visited beach was at Lydgate Park. One of my older brothers worked at Paradise Pacifica for a while and one my older sisters went on a date there.
Both of my parents worked, so we didn’t have a lot of time to do things as a family, except on weekends. My father liked to go fishing, forcing one or more children to go with him. He rarely caught anything, so I’m pretty sure he just liked going through the motions. I don’t know if he could swim because I never saw him in the water.
There was a place I bought comic books from on occasion in the downtown area of Kapaa, which wasn’t very big to begin with. The things I remember distinctly were the Yick Lung rock salt plums I used to buy at the same store. If I wanted to, I could buy them today at either Amazon.com or Snack Hawaii online. I don’t want to.
From 1974 to 1977, the only place on Oahu I set foot in was the Honolulu airport. The Lihue airport on Kauai was the connection. The next time I was on Oahu was sometime in 1982. I honestly don’t remember the exact month I arrived or the exact month I left two years later.
I was stationed at Kaneohe Bay. It was called a Marine Corps Air Station back then but the name changed to Marine Corps Base Hawaii around 10 years later. Although it was a two-year tour, I spent six months of it deployed aboard a Navy ship. It was during that deployment, and during a port of call in the Philippines, that I met my future wife.
A year and a half on the island didn’t afford me many opportunities to go places I would find exceptionally memorable. I moved to an off-base apartment for about a year. It was in the nearby city of Kailua. The only club I ever hung out at was within walking distance. It was called the White Rose Lounge back then but today it’s called Porky’s Sports Pub & Grill, obviously with different ownership.
I obviously remember the base, where I spent most of my time. I was with the aircraft side of the house. My old squadron flew the CH-46 Sea Knights, which were similar to the Army’s CH-47 Chinooks. They now fly the V-22 Ospreys.
A coworker at another squadron once had a hankering for Popeye’s chicken. I rode with him in his Subaru Brat to the store in Waimanalo, a store that no longer exists. Looking at a map, Waimanalo seems far from Kailua. It really isn’t. It’s maybe a 10-minute ride.
Josie, my wife, and I have only been on Oahu since the end of February 2019. We’re staying with our younger son, Jon, and his wife, Cathy. Jon is in the Army. We don’t get around as much as we’d like because everything is expensive.
So far, we’ve spent most of our time at Schofield Barracks (commissary and exchange), the Town Center of Mililani (the movie theater, Petsmart and Walmart) and a couple of places in Waipahu (Filipino food). Waipahu seems like the largest concentration of the Filipino population on the island. Of course, we’ve spent more time at HMR than anywhere else. It’s where Jon and Cathy live. Josie and I are just visiting.