As a child I lived on the Big Island of Hawaii, in a small town called Hakalau. It was idyllic; a view of the ocean, friends of many nationalities, plumeria trees in the front yard with which to make leis for May Day and other special occasions, eating Lilikoi & Mountain Apple and walks to school and the spooky, unkempt graveyard "down camp."
My father worked for Hakalau Sugar Plantation, and later for Pepeekeo Sugar. We lived in one of the large plantation houses as my dad was a supervisor. While some of my friend's father also worked for the sugar company, they lived in much smaller, wooden homes.
I had friends who were Hawaiian, Filipino, Japanese, Chinese, Portuguese, and a few haoles, like me. As I was young, I didn't encounter the prejudice against haoles (whites) like my brother did. He was 10 years older than me and in high school. As a pale, freckled, buck-toothed haole, he was attacked often at school. I tan quickly and picked up the pidgen accent easily and only encountered problems with older kids.
The last time I visited Hakalau, the only thing left of my home was the concrete front steps and overgrown vegetation. On this return visit with my brother, there was nothing left except possibly a ti plant. Even the fabulous plumeria trees were gone. A new development is being built with beautiful homes. All of my friends' homes are gone and the roads that led to houses both "up camp" and "down camp" have been obliterated.
The tiny post office is still there. When I was little it seemed like it was a little bit of a walk to go pick up our mail. As an adult, I can see we were almost directly across the street! My brother and I drove all the way to the end of the road and down the old mill road to
Hakalau Bay. It's a beautiful drive that I highly recommend for the lush vegetation. It goes down to the water on a somewhat narrow, winding road.
We then took a drive across the highway to where my elementary school was. The school was shut down before I moved away and I was bused to Kalanianaole School, closer to Hilo. But I still remember attending Hakalau Elementary, and going to "Summer Fun" classes when school was out.
We visited and reminisced with my "Auntie Dot," who lived next door to us in Hakalau and now lives in Pepeekeo. We stopped at our favorite spots, including Kolekole Beach Park and Akaka Falls. I miss the simple time of growing up in such a small and lovely place.