Aloha Ohana! It’s that time of year where we gather around the table with our loved ones, grind one meal (or two or three or moa depending how many houses you gotta stop).
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. It always has been. It was so cool small keed time cause it was one meal, get four days off from school, and it meant Christmas was around the corner. My Gran would take me and my cousins, Cybil and Keone, to go Macy’s right afta fo see all the decorations. I remember was so funny to look at “snowy” christmas trees cause was something out of the norm in Hawaii but it wen match cause was Christmas, uh.
Wen we wen move Big Island, was cool cause we got to spend time wit Grandma and Old (he is Old Buddy, I’m Young Buddy, that’s what it is). My Mom would always cook a turkey and a ham, scalloped potatoes, peas/cheese/pickles/pineapples and everything else plus my Grandma in Hilo can cook/bake mean too, so always had some awesome dessert: Triple Layered Coconut Cake, German Chocolate Cake, Chocolate Cherry Cake, pies, all kines, was solid, fo sure gain ten pounds by the end of the night. At some point someone would call Troy, my big brother, who never live B.I. and describe the feast. Actually, we would call him around any big meal cause our family likes to and can grind.
The first Thanksgiving I spent away from home was in 2000, the first year I lived back on Oahu. I got to spend time with family ova hea after my shift at Safeway and it was cool but real different cause it was the first time I wasn’t at home.
The seven years since have been a mixture of cool experiences and whatnot. I would go to my Aunty guys’ house and we would talk stories and grind. Was cool cause with how life goes down, sometimes you no see all the people who are important to you as much as you’d like and alot of the family I grew up on Oahu would be there so was real nice.
Which brings me to this Thanksgiving. I recently moved into the Dole House. The Dole House is a house on Dole Street, LOL. Wot? You were expecting something moa crazy, eh, especially since I can be so seemingly random at times. Anyway, our ohana of friends from UH have had this house for years. I never lived here but always wanted to cause I dunno, it’s something you just feel the moment you get here. Plus everyone else wen live here and I was like the only one who neva so even though it was sad to see Germ go, it was exciting to move in.
I don’t know how old the house is but it’s got some wear and tear. It’s not like it’s decrepit or falling apart like the dorms at UH but it’s pretty lived in. When you approach Dole House you find the patio with a couch, a hammock, many chairs surrounding an old Hale Aloha dorm lounge table. This area is like a rec-room/gym with the assortment of items we have: trampoline, kegs, tents, christmas decorations, and boxing gear. There’s even Fred, a turtle in a kids turtle pool, and Naomi and Brad have a small garden started. With all of that, the patio is more sanctuary than clutter…
Then you go inside and you find our living room. One wall is filled with pictures from the years showing all the people who lived here or made it to one of the legendary BBQ’s. Even Hilo, my puppy for a short time, is on the wall. This wall is like the Hollywood Walk of Fame, if you no moa one picture, same thing, you no moa one star. The living room from what I hear has gone through many changes, our current incarnation is focused around the old school video games and choke movies. You’ll also find a Slipknot poster, a classic print of what looks like a famous painting, and a picture of BJ Penn with some real Muay Thai shorts hung beneath it. Alongside BJ is the “Scepter”, an old cooking spoon with a history and story of its own. Even the bathroom here has personality with Tony Montana sharing the space with a poster painting of a dolphin and a sunrise. Oh and let’s not forget the picture of Hilary Duff with a moustache drawn in or Brian/Bob/Robert/Fatty, truly a house cat who left his original owners multiple times and wound up just staying at the here.
It’s just something about the Dole House. You just feel welcome and better. Yesterday I had a pretty off day but it all changed once I got home, saw everyone, and found the turkey soaking in a brine in a plastic garbage bag. I couldn’t stop laughing. Neither could Gavin when he learned about some canned gravy that a friend had left behind. LOL, this house and the people. To quote the immortal word of Kevin Sahara, “Wow!”
Thanksgiving to me, is about appreciation for everything about life, each other, and from Akua. It is truly awesome. Thanksgiving ’07 for me is about home in particular. Hawaii permeates my essence so it’s my Hawaii, forever my heart and my home. Hilo will always be home even though I was born and lived Oahu longer because it gave me so much in my development and still gives me it’s laid-back peace no matter where I am. I’ve lived over ten places since I moved from Hilo and for the first time since I’ve been here I feel at home. Gavin uses this expression, “As corny as it sounds, if you make a house a home that’s what it is… a home.” I couldn’t agree more.
Mahalo nui to all my family and friends(who have really become family). I love you all.