My mother's mother gave her this property about 75 years ago. Our home was built by Uncle Tommy, my mother's eldest brother.
Both of our parents and now our brother, continue to rake the mango leaves. The ducks who live on the beach in walking distance from here, love to roost in the boughs of this huge tree.
It is here under our cool, peaceful tree that we celebrated Mom's 100 & 101 birthdays.
It is coincidental that I remember dad always doing one tai chi pose. He referred to it as "dove in the grass" which is what we call "needle to the bottom of the sea."
I'm saving the best for the last!
We will never forget the days when us kids use to be home and the "honey wagon" was scheduled to come to pump out our cesspool. We'd hear them and watch them by standing up on our bed to get a better vantage point to peer out the bedroom window. We made a "mistake" once by offering them cold drinks and then they asked us for some "chasers" which we had no idea what that meant...so never again did we let them know we were home!
Our numerous tidal wave alerts and evacuations to Aunty Pauline's Aina Haina home to move to higher ground. The monster Samoan crab that wandered in our yard from the ancient Hawaiian fish pond that is in the area of Hawaii Kai, today...endless crabbing experiences on the bridge and on the sand bar with childhood friend, Craig, etc. etc.
It is one of a kind home that brings back many fond memories.
When I do tai chi here, I have stronger memories for my family home.