Reflections of Christmas Day

26 12 2011

Picture-perfect family home on Christmas Day

Once when I was a teen, my best friend Margy had the bright idea that I should bring all my Christmas presents to her house to open with her family on Christmas morning.

Sometimes I’d go after Christmas Eve service, when we sang in the choir, and spend the night so I could witness the little kids’ joyful squeals as they awoke to see what was under the tree for them.

We’re senior adults now, and Margy’s been living in Oregon, but for most of the Christmas mornings that followed I have visited the venerable Sinclair Family home.

Presents under the tree

Each year varies as to who of my hanai family is arriving throughout Christmas Day, and Mom Ivalee who reared six children can rattle off the list.

Yesterday DH and I were the first to arrive and the last to leave.

That meant I could help make breakfast with Kathy and Ruth. And wash dishes — my job. Ruth cracked open the eggs for two big pans of scrambled eggs with bacon, onion, and cheddar cheese that Kathy tended while I toasted and buttered English muffins. We kept brewing more coffee as the others arrived.

Kathy comes from her Idaho ranch every year and helps Mom decorate. Now widowed, she’s voiced her plans to move back home to Manoa with her horses, cats and dog. Ruth, also an equestrian, is single again too, and she has listed her Kailua house for sale and already moved back to Mom’s with her dog Shadow. These life changes have a way of working out, and it’s wonderful these three wahine (women) are together at home.

My hanai sisters and mom: Kathy, Ivalee, and Ruth

The Hurleys from Australia and Las Vegas arrived. They all came to Hawaii for the baptism last week of their baby granddaughter Jasmine, born to Jodee and Paul. These lovely folks are in-laws and daughter of Julie, my hanai brother Karl’s wife.

Jasmine is baptized, Dec. 18, at St. John Vianney church

The senior Hurleys, who live near Melbourne, gave DH and I the idea of buying an around-the-word air ticket when the time comes to visit Miss Marvelous and her family in Italy, which is half way around the globe from Hawaii. (Have I mentioned they’re moving for three years? 😉 and  😦 Big change!)

The Hurleys said that plan could be cheaper than buying an out-and-back round trip, and then we could visit them in Australia. I will look into it!

Karl’s family includes Brandon and his lady Charlotte, who also drove up, and Brandon’s little girl Trinity. Then my first college roommate Becky arrived on her way to the UH ball game.

Presents for everyone! Trinity and her cousin Patrick, 3,  liked popping the bubble wrap the best.

The morning group left, and in the lull I washed dishes. There were a lot of them. We walked the dog until we got tired, and Ruth made three yummy from-scratch pies for dinner. We staged the rest of the dinner meal around a baked ham and kalua turkey. I think Mom spoke long distance with her two eldest, David and Margy, in Alaska and Oregon. Our thoughts were with Margy and family whose husband Jon is recovering well from a stroke.

Then Miss Marvelous, her parents Ari and Travis, and baby Perrin arrived. Afternoon wine for the adults!

Shadow, Ari, and baby Perrin

Luckily my hanai brother Brian’s family could make it for dinner, as his physician’s on-call duties were light. Our niece Anna is home from college. As she spent a high school year in Italy, our kids were anxious to hear from her what living abroad might be like.

I made only a few photos in between opening gifts, visiting with everyone, and . . . washing dishes! No images of the peak excitement periods, but be assured, it was another Christmas Day of family love at the Sinclairs’. Here’s GG, our touchstone, with the youngest of our extended clan.

GG (Great grandmother) and Perrin (age 1 month)

Copyright 2011 Rebekah Luke




New life for old ornaments

5 12 2011

Greetings! from our family to yours. Christmas decorations are up at the studio, and the look gets more Zen-like each year. A collection of beloved ornaments begged to be included instead of being left in the storage box, so I came up with what I think is a clever idea.

I culled the soft and fairly unbreakable ones, stuffed them into a big stocking, and hung the stocking next to the toy box. The next time Miss Marvelous comes over, there’ll be some new surprises to discover and play with.

Soft ornaments fit into stocking for pre-Christmas fun. Each had a place on Christmas trees past. This year the toddler in the family may play with them.

Our social calendar is filling up. For example, this week DH and I will be taking Miss Marvelous on an evening trolley ride with her school; it’s joong-making time with my friend Nani; and I’m gigging with the choir. I mustn’t forget tai chi and water exercise as usual.

On Saturday I’m giving a workshop at Kaneohe Yacht Club for members and their guests on how to make lei garlands for the holidays. It can be a stressful time, especially with the kids’ new baby and exciting job change — more about that later!

I’m reminded to relax and stay in the present and make time for Miss Marvelous to play with her stocking. ~ Rebekah

P.S. Do you like the snow? It’s courtesy of wordpress.com 😉

Copyright 2011 Rebekah Luke




New chapter for the old Chong house

12 11 2011

In the last chapter, Rebekah, DH, cousin Nathan, and cousin Ann left North Kohala without seeing Grandfather Chong’s house. It was no longer on the former Bond Estate land in Ainakea! A neighbor said the house was hauled away on a truck. Where, oh, where was it now?

Back on Oahu in June 2011 I searched the internet for the folks who lived in the house once, when it was the Kohala Family Homeschooling Learning Center run by Kether — names I didn’t recall until I saw them on the web. Kether confirmed the house and the one next to it were hauled away on a truck. In fact, she would give me the name and number of the man who took them. Thomas A. Quinlan.

Mr. Quinlan rescues historical buildings, finds other land for them, and restores them. It’s his passion.

Map of Kohala district, Hawaii

North Kohala highlighted on a map of Hawaii island.

He said one of the houses was in Waimea (about 40 minutes drive away) with a veterinarian, and the other was behind Kita Store, the little green one right on the highway on the way out of Hawi going toward Kona ( about 5 minutes away). A new family was ready to move in.

While on the telephone I’d written in my notes where “our” house was and where the “bachelors'” house was. My grandmother cooked for the bachelors next door during her time at Ainakea.

After we hung up, I looked at my notes, but I didn’t trust them. My slight dyslexia sometimes causes me to reverse elements of pairs if the information comes in too fast. Which house was where? Shucks. It’s a long time before our August 2012 reunion that we’re planning for Kohala (hence the house search); I’ll verify the site later, I thought.

Meanwhile, after seeing the photos on my blog, Mr. Quinlan posted a comment:

“Your family house is still alive and well in Kohala. I moved it to a friend’s place so that it could be cared for and restored. That is exactly what is happening. It is looking beautiful.”

Enter cousin Jim, our family genealogist, here on vacation from the University of Melbourne (Australia) to update our family history. “Let’s go to Kohala,” he suggested. “I’m not sure my teaching schedule will allow me to come to Hawaii next August.”

Immediately DH said, “Rebekah, I think you should go. You still have something to do there.”

Kohala rainbow seen from the guest cottage

Jim’s aunt, who is my first cousin Elly, arranged for us to stay overnight in a private guest cottage at Kahua Ranch up in the mountains. It would be all right, as she would be there too. I emailed Tom Quinlan to ask about the houses again. As Jim and I left for Kohala, no reply.

Last Tuesday afternoon we drove down to Hawi looking for Kita Store. There were several painted green on that main street, and none named Kita. The realty office that helped me on the last trip was open, so in we marched to ask.

Afternoon sun casts our shadows across the Kita Store storefront, with abandoned produce bins. Through the window we saw shelves and fixtures as in a dry goods store.

We learned that Kita Store was closed, in cobwebs, and a little farther down the highway pass the theater. The kind woman in the office provided us with a detailed description, and pinpointed the property for us on a map.

The house we found in Hawi didn’t look right to me. Nope. I don’t think so. I think this was the bachelor’s house, I said to Jim. No one was home. It began to rain, and we quickly took the opportunity to take some snapshots of the exterior. In the morning we would call the vet in Waimea.

We then went to Ainakea so Jim could see that, indeed, no house was there anymore.

Cousin Jim at Ainakea, former site of his Great Grandfather Chong's house

On the drive up the mountain back to the Ranch, I remembered my friend Phil was now working at a ranch in Kohala, but I wasn’t sure which ranch or if there was more than one ranch. At supper around the kitchen table in the main house I asked the owner Monty Richards if Phil worked there. Yep, he’s here, he works in the shop.

Phillip Oveland is a professional motocross racer, the nephew of my good friend Andrea who lives across the stream from my studio. We’ve played poker together, but I don’t see him much since he moved to Hawaii island. I could pay him a visit in the morning.

Late that evening I saw the email reply from Tom Quinlan. He was in Ireland restoring an old castle and would be back in Kohala next week. The house behind Kita Store needed to be moved again, he wrote, and he was looking for a suitable spot. Did I know of a place? His inference (by me) was that it was our ancestral family home. I still wasn’t convinced and again reviewed comparison photos. One clue was the roof. It was white while the roof of the one we were really searching for was red.

After breakfast I phoned the vet’s office, and he was out of town until . . . next week! His staff knew of the house I asked about, and yes, I should wait until the doctor came back. I left my name and number. Guess I could ask for him to send a picture. Later.

Me and Phil

There was not much to do now except see Phil. He bounced down the stairs. “Rebekah!” So welcoming. He introduced Jim and me to Jean, his trainer. When we told our story, Jean said, “I know exactly where that house is.”

Jean told us where to go. We did. And, without a doubt, we found Grandfather Chong’s house sitting comfortably against a beautiful backdrop of the misty hills of Waimea, still under restoration and looking beautiful and well cared for.

Our family's old house from Ainakea has new life in Waimea. We're thrilled!

Current view of the side of the house that used to face Akoni Pule Highway

Copyright 2011 Rebekah Luke




Hana hou: ukulele and family history

23 10 2011

Excited and inspired this morning!

What with a fun day yesterday at the Waikiki Shell with DH and my friends. We went there to join hundreds of others in an attempt to break the Guinness world record for the most number of ukulele players playing the same song together in the same venue. With none other than ukulele artist extraordinaire Jake Shimabukuro leading.

And connecting with my first cousin once removed J.H. Kim On Chong-Gossard to collaborate on a sequel to The Chong Family History.

Nope, we didn’t break the record. 😦 There were a little more than 1,050 ukulele players, and Hawaii needed a little more than 1,500. The Waikiki Shell has seats for 1,958.  The current record? It’s held by Sweden! Even though we failed at the Guinness thing, the effort raised a lot of money for charity. I guess we’ll have to hana hou (do it again). http://www.gofordarecord.org informs all about the effort and the event.

We're waiting for the attempt to begin AND for people to fill up the seats behind us. These are my friends Colleen, Skyler, Pi‘ikea, cousin Nathan, and DH. It was in the heat of the day, and we waited until the last minute to take out our ukulele so the instruments wouldn't be damaged (so advised Nathan who is a luthier). Bottom line: we had fun!

Of course we were surprised that more people didn’t turn up for this, especially with the social media capability that we have now. I guess one can’t just post something on the internet. You have to tell people that you posted and how to find the information. And remember that not everyone “does” the internet.

Which brings me to my cousin. I call him Jim. Around the studio, behind his back but within earshot, we call him Teddy Bear Jim in honor of his vast collection of the stuffed toys. He calls himself K.O. for Kim On, that was his grandfather’s name, that he asked for and took legally. Jim is our family genealogist.

He’s on vacation from the University of Melbourne where he teaches, to crank out a book in time for our family reunion in August 2012, or at least do the research in a couple three of weeks time.

The first time he did this was 20 years ago, and The Chong Family History told about five generations, starting with my maternal grandparents who met at an orphanage in China. Jim would come here from America as a student on his spring and winter school breaks and interview our large family. My Chong Hee Books publishing company was born, and we held our first family reunion.

My maternal grandparents and 13 of their 15 children in Kohala. My mother, seated front row and center, was the baby of the family. Jim's grandfather is standing, far right. All of these ancestors have now passed. They comprised the first and second generations. Today, generation number six has shown up. We'll have a big reunion in 2012.

Publishing was not as computerized as it is today, so I am excited at the prospect of how more creative we can be with the sequel update, and perhaps even making it available as an ebook.

I can’t wait to see Jim in person on Tuesday. Meanwhile we are tossing ideas back and forth wirelessly. I am so proud of him. He got a new cell phone and joined Facebook—finally!

Copyright 2011 Rebekah Luke




My oil paintings year by year

4 10 2011

In my second year of oil painting, I did "Kalama Beach" on a canvas panel. 18" x 24". Ariel Krape Hylton Collection. © 1990 Rebekah Luke

Just a few more electronic images to gather, and my Retrospective Collection of paintings will be complete — for the time being. Most of it is installed at Rebekah’s Studio.

I presented “Kalama Beach” to my step-daughter about 20 years ago. When I went back to photograph the work for this collection, I saw I had attached an “artist at work” snapshot of her watching me paint at this very spot. (Sigh.) Time and place. Perhaps Miss Marvelous will inherit the piece one day.

To view more of the collection, just click on https://rebekahstudio.wordpress.com/retrospective-collection. It’s another look back! Thank you for visiting!

Copyright 2011 Rebekah Luke




A cherished family photo

2 10 2011

1949

Just traveling down the layers of memory lane this morning. Nah, just kidding. I don’t think I really remember the occasion of my birth, though I might try. I’m looking for a photo for the Timeline on my Facebook profile page. How about this one? It shows my Chinese mother Fo-Tsin, my maternal grandmother Siu-Chin carrying the infant me, and my Hawaiian-Chinese father Arthur. 

The new Timeline starts with the display type “Born.” (I’ve been playing with the preview version, so there’s a chance when it’s released tomorrow — allegedly — it may be different.) “Born” looks a little lonely all by itself. While remembering that Facebook can only manage my information if I provide it, I think it will be fine to share this image, even though I’m now revealing my age.

The Timeline feature will likely have Facebook fans in a tizzy about privacy. I think the new tools are fun. People who work it right can essentially write their obituary using the Timeline. Then family members and friends won’t have to research their lives when the time comes. At least that’s how I see it!

Or you can stretch your creativity and tell a different story. Facebook’s idea is that the more we share with each other, the more “social” we are, the more we will become One.

Copyright 2011 Rebekah Luke




People came. It’s not the same.

26 08 2011

In a roundabout way, from champagne and sashimi at a dinner in Waikiki to a long ride back to the studio via Ala Moana, an anniversary night out made me think of my late dad Arthur.

DH and I reaffirmed our wedding vows yesterday (27 years to the same partner, thank you) and celebrated by going to the “old” Surf Room at the Royal Hawaiian Hotel for dinner. The restaurant is now Azure that specializes in seafood since the grand Pink Lady was renovated a few years ago.

We knew it wouldn’t be exactly the same (it wasn’t) as what used to be our favorite restaurant, but Diamond Head was still in view (kind of) and the service was just as attentive.

The fine-dining room is now set farther back from the beach and does not include the terrace next to the sand, and pillars and the fancy tents from a different restaurant block the million-dollar view that was the Surf Room’s.

Instead of real tablecloths and that cute and endearing pink candle fixture of the hotel, there were place mats the server kindly encouraged us to keep our dishes on.

That part of the critique aside, the chef’s preparation of the fish DH ordered was excellent (apparently, because I don’t recall that he offered me any to try ;-)), the sashimi melted down my throat, and I got a little tipsy on the champagne. No hangover this morning either.

And, oh, I almost forgot to tell you, our table was next to Senator Dan Inouye’s, and I’m pretty sure the secret service folks could pick up our conversation.

Going home we picked the wrong route. By the time we figured that out, it was too late, we were stuck. Long story short, only one traffic lane was open on Ala Moana boulevard leaving Waikiki for many blocks. One. Or, I should say, it looked like the Board of Water Supply had coned off all the others.

I began a Facebook thread about traffic/driving conditions and found it interesting that I would think it interesting to write about routes and directions. A few people have told me I should be a taxi driver because I know my way around pretty well.

When I was a kid, Dad drove a dump truck for a living. Went riding everywhere, and he would teach me.

When he decided working for the government would give him more financial security, he quit independent driving and applied to the Board of Water Supply, starting there as a pipe fitter’s helper. (My uncle, his brother, also drove truck, and he quit driving because of the bad traffic. He said it wasn’t fun anymore.)

Dad, a Chinese-Hawaiian who left school before finishing the 8th grade, eventually worked up to traffic inspector, a job he held until he retired. He was the person you went to see down at City Hall for a permit to bend the rules affecting traffic flow. He was smart and important (to borrow key words from The Help). He knew how to adjust traffic flow to make it safe and smooth for motorists. He was honest and earned the respect of contractors.

The test in the job application process involved identifying streets and neighborhoods on Oahu. For example, where are the streets named after men’s first names, in alphabetical order? Answer: St. Louis Heights. Name them. He did well from his experience of driving loads all over the island.

He missed the answer to a question about a little street in Wahiawa. He really got a kick out of the fact that it was one block from our house!

All this was in the 1950s and early and 60s while there were still pineapple fields and a scenic view, before Mililani and subsequent subdivisions and towns sprouted up on our ag land. This was prior to H-2.

During those days it took about 40-45 minutes to travel from Wahiawa to Honolulu along two-lane Kamehameha Highway, which we enjoyed every Thursday—me with my mom in a taxi on her day off to buy music books, and on the weekend to call on the relatives—the three of us, first in the dump truck and then in the car when we got a car. I think it might take that long or longer on the freeway today during rush hour.

In 1963 our family moved to Honolulu, a sacrifice on my parents’ part so I could walk to Punahou School.

Today the places south and west of Wahiawa and Pearl City are unfamiliar if not foreign to me. What happened? People came.

I can’t help thinking that Dad might have something to say about last night’s road set up. I can hear him now.

Copyright 2011 Rebekah Luke