The large yellow/orange globe is a papaya from my garden. The birds planted the tree!
Taking time to marvel at the variety of fruit that I see in my kitchen—gifts from friends, strangers, a bird, and from the market. I am inspired to assemble a still life. Ever grateful for the abundance. Mahalo e Ke Akua.
Cousin Millie organized a table of 10 for last night’s Tsung Tsin Association dinner celebrating Hakka Chinese culture.
Most of the time I am unconscious of my ethnicity. When I have to identify in that way I say Hawaiian. That I am.
An occasion like the Hakka dinner reminds me of my maternal roots. 
At Golden Palace Seafood Restaurant six of us were first cousins; our mothers were sisters. Eileen, accompanied by her daughter Marty, and Kwong Yen, who came with his lady Molly, are our eldest cousins—age 91! Audrey Helen, Nathan, Millie’s husband Peter and my hubby Pete filled the rest of the seats.
Molly was surprised and thought the dinner at the Golden Palace Seafood Restaurant would be among us 10 only, not part of a big party in the banquet room! We enjoyed a pretty good Hakka menu, wine that Millie brought, raffle prizes, and party favors. As always, Millie and Audrey Helen gave out additional gifts. Christmas in July!
A bag full of goodies—tea samples and fruit confections
A brave woman attempted to teach us a Hakka song. We tried! It was a lovely tune.
Hakka song lyrics and translation
Both the lion and the dragon made their appearance and were well fed. As the eldest, Eileen got to take home the table centerpiece—a money tree plant!
Eileen (lower left) watches Marty photograph Nathan feeding the dragon . . .
. . . and the lion
While “a good time was had by all,” I couldn’t help noticing that this year’s turnout was smaller than last year’s, and that there were hardly any younger people present. We need to pass this experience to our kids, if only to cook and eat our traditional foods.
What foods did your ancestors eat?
~ Rebekah
Iconic view of ʻIolekaʻa
Yesterday, after 20 years, I walked back in to ʻIolekaʻa valley in Windward Oahu for the 20th anniversary of the celebration of life of my late friend Anita. She, her faithful dog Ei Nei, and the ʻāina (land) are memorialized in 13 landscape oil paintings I made in 1994. It was an honor and a privilege to have been invited by Anita to see her home, then and now.
A dozen friends and relatives began arriving at 9 a.m. calling “Ūi!” (Halloo) and answered by “Eō!” (Iʻm here). Long pants, long sleeves, boots, rain gear, hat, gloves, and defenses from mosquitos made up our garb. The plan was to hike through the bamboo forest to clean the heiau (stone platform) area and to rebuild the ahu (altar) with pōhaku, and then farther to the foot of the mountain, that is the water source for ʻIolekaʻa stream, where Anita’s ashes had been spread from a helicopter.
Cultivated anthuriums
Ginger and tree ferns by the stream, just steps from the house
Tracey and Donna blow the conch to acknowledge visitors
Cut anthuriums for Mom
Daughter Donna began with a prayer, and when she mentioned Anita’s name, a soft sweet wind breezed by, acknowledgement enough! Mahalo e Anita! Mahalo e ke Akua!
Oh, the memories. Not much has changed, except that I saw less kalo (taro) growing in the gardens. In fact, everything looks a little tidier. The current generation has recently returned to the land, acknowledging and accepting it is their kuleana to care for it.
Clearing the trail
Along the stream
Ancient Hawaiian rock terraces overgrown with bamboo
Every now and then a waterfall
Looking up
The ahu — before
Before photo. Waiting for the others.
The dog Ei Nei’s marker. R.I.P.
Corner wall of the heiau
Donna and Wally carefully rearrange the rocks for the ahu, flat side out.
More waterfalls
The ahu — after
Anita’s family and friends. pc: Didi Akana
After we pau hana we sat down to talk story and shared a bottle of wine and rolls with butter and jelly (Anita’s favorite snack). Sort of like holy communion, I thought! To me, the anniversary celebration for Anita fulfilled its purpose when the younger ones, her now-adult grandchildren, stepped up and announced it was their turn to continue the work.
We emerged from the forest at 3:30, muddy, damp and happy, and glad a pot of corn chowder and other goodies were waiting for our potluck “lunch.” By the time I walked out to modern civilization it was 5 p.m. What a full and wonderful day! Aloha e!
White ginger
Tahitian gardenia
~ Rebekah Luke
Matching moon phases with calendar dates and making a journal entry
In my Hawaiian language class we are learning the names of the moon phases — a different name for each 24 hours as well as the hand signs. Kumu Keoua Nelsen challenged us to go outdoors and look at the moon. Last night in Kaaawa I observed its shape as gibbous or 3/4 full. I think it is Huna today. As I wrote in my journal, it is a “warm and windless morning. Light rain shower. 7” avocados on tree. Plenty papaya still green…”
Avocado fruit measures about 7” in diameter now. I anticipate it will be humongous by the usual harvest time in August.
Plenty papaya
~ Rebekah Luke
‘ŌHIʻA LEHUA diptych
24″ x 12″ Hand-dyed Tissue Paper Collage
Volcano Series NFS
Fascinated, rather, mesmerized by the Kilauea volcano eruption at Pu‘u ‘Ō‘ō on Hawai‘i island, during the past month, I have embarked on a fine art project goal to collage a series of diptychs for exhibition in January 2019. I started at the end — the ‘Ōhiʻa Lehua flower that is one of the first plants to naturally emerge and grow out of a fresh lava field.
I am reserving all the collages for the exhibit, and, therefore, they are not for purchase until that time. Please click on the PAINTINGS menu tab to see more!
~ Rebekah
I just returned home from a holiday with friends in Long Beach, Washington, located on reportedly the longest beach in North America. The beach is also very wide and hard enough to drive a car on, unlike the beaches of Oahu. From the house we rented it was perhaps a city block away along a sandy trail through trees and grasses. We went there at least two times a day.
Mom turned 90 on Friday, and her children and grandchildren came to Long Beach, Washington, a sentimental place of hers, to celebrate with her. I am honored she welcomes me as part of her clan. There were 14 of us. We came from Hawaii, Alaska, Oregon, Idaho, Washington, and Iowa for “the big bash.”
We hung around one of two big houses we rented and took walks along this Northwest Coast, recalling family stories and enjoying the relaxing outdoors. We ate constantly, it seemed, with delicious food prepared by several cooks or at her favorite restaurant. Mostly we took the cue from Mom and did what she preferred. These are my images of Sinclair Family time.
Family starts to arrive. Karl, from left, Ruth, Ivalee, Margaret, Cynthia, and Jon
Grandson Brook arrives
Healthy fruit and veggie starters
Grill master Brian looks for the char on the corn
Eldest son David and the pile of yummy corn
Daughter Kathy and daughter-in-law Cherie
Cheese on your burger? How about a hot dog?
Margaret and Mom
Along with all the usual condiments for the burgers, Grandson Brandon prepares his specialty of roasted broccoli with garlic and olive oil.
Granddaughter Sarah
Only a token number of candles on the requested chocolate cake
Evening around a bon fire with Brandon, left, Ruth, Karl, and Ivalee
Happy Birthday, Mom!
Rebekah’s Studio 
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