She Remembers, Me Too…


Beginning Again: A daughter remembers,  from her blog to mine.
My first beginning was a good one. I was born to a good mother and father with the sound of the ocean in my ear, sand at my feet and family at my fingertips. I knew nothing but love when I came into this world and love has stayed with me throughout my almost 35 years on this earth.


I have pictures and scenes from my childhood stored away in a special spot in my mind, saved just for me. Things like playing with the hose and a trash can in our long drive way. Eating a McDonalds breakfast in our car port, after a morning at the beach. Playing hide and seek in my AhPo’s backyard with my cousin. Coming home to hear puppies under our house, and then getting to play with the puppies before we gave them away.

Time seemed slower then. Maybe it was because we lived in Hawaii and the watches everyone wears there run a bit slower than the rest of the world. Maybe it was just because I was a kid, and when you’re a kid you have no one to worry about but yourself and when the next fun thing will come along.


Waimanalo, Oahu

Early one morning, before the sun was up, my father woke me. He wanted to go fishing. We packed our fishing gear in our Volks Wagon bus and went down to a spot near a pier. Dad put his big fishing rod in the sand and we fished. When you fish on the shore you don’t do very much. Just mostly sit and wait. Nothing spectacular happened and I don’t even remember bringing home a fish, but it is one of my favorite memories. I was four or five at the time and every time, from that morning on, we drove by that little spot by the pier I would remember our morning together. That morning was magic to me. I got to spend the morning with my dad all by myself, without my baby brother. Life was so great at age 4.


I did not know how magical my childhood was, until I became a mother and started to want for my children what my mother and father gave to me. I did not have fairey friends nor did I have a magic wand that granted me my every desire. The magic came from my family and the importance of family that was ingrained in me from the moment I was born. My AhKung used to say, “your friends will come and go, but family will be all you have in the end.” Well, it was something like that. He was right. He was the head of the family and he made sure we all knew how important family was. He told it to us often and showed us how even more often than he said it.

So fast forward a few years and here I am living at my mom and dad’s house, again, but with my four kids and husband too. Some days I feel so pathetic. How did we end up here? We should be on our own, in our own house, making magical memories for our kids. It’s only for a few months, but it still sucks! Then I remember that we are with family and my childhood magic started with my mom and dad, so maybe I can pass a bit of it onto my kids afterall. Maybe I don’t need a beach and a pier to give them some magical memories. Ugh! I’m so afraid the fondest memories my children will have of me is yelling and nagging at them, of which I do alot of.


So here at my mom and dad’s I get to begin again. I get to have a second beginning. My children will get to have a second beginning too. I hope one day they will say their beginning was a good one and their childhood was magic too. They were born with sunshine in their eyes, the desert at their feet and family at their finger tips. They have known nothing but love and love will be with them through their entire lives.


This was taken from Kanani’s blog  without her permission. So sorry.



These hands of mine…

You can tell a great deal about someone just from looking at their hands. 

Smooth and soft as a baby or hard and rough as a construction worker, hands can generally dictate what a person is all about. Take mine for instance, (really the only pair I know well), a hardy handshake to a warm embrace they have traveled far and wide experiencing both the good and the not so good. And for some reason it’s my hands that seem to be in the best shape ever, for which I am so grateful for. 

After 60+ years of life they can still do their magic, helping along the way to those I love or even those I don’t know. You see, it’s what you do with them that make all the difference. I appreciate the fact that I still have ’em. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying hands make you a better person, far from it. Because I know people with no hands that have a more productive life than most…  I’m saying it’s the way in which you use them that determine the person you are.

So maybe it’s time we all took a second look at our hands and think about where have they been and where are they going. Young hands, old and wrinkley, whatever you got, put them to better use… Today!    Cheers all, Pete

So far, so good… I think!

Remembering how it all went down.
As a young dad I was pretty naive about fatherhood but my willingness to succeed overshadowed my clumsy attempt at being all I could be. I had no clue about it, I just knew it had to work. I don’t remember reading a book or taking a class about fatherhood, what I did know was the example set by my own father growing up, remembering the times we had together and lessons learned. It seemed that earlier knowledge was packed away somewhere ready to come out when it was needed.

My wife on the other hand seemed to be that supermom, knowing exactly what to do and when to do it. She was in control. She went, I followed… Go figure

If you’re a guy reading this, there’s a great lesson here, keep your mouth shut and follow your women…

Photos: Top, Grandkids in grandpa’s pool. Where else are they going on a summer day

This should have been my very first post…

Growing up in Hawaii in the 50s and 60s you were somewhat sheltered from the outside world. Then, Hawaii was a close knit place not complicated, not hard, but simple, certain and safe.
My childhood was centered around a loving family. It was pretty much a “Cosby” or “Leave it to Beaver” scenario. It was predictable. When you have parents who care and kids that are goody to-shoes there’s not a whole lot of drama that’s going to happen.

I learned later in life that there’s more to life than me. A self-centered person living in a self-centered world. You see I firmly believe my life didn’t really start until I married my wife in October of 1971. For the first time in my short life I’ve done something that will have a profound impact on me in the years to follow.

So I write these stories, whatever you want to call them, so you might know what I know, the how, the why of things that matter to me as a person, as a husband, and now as a grandfather. I dedicate this to my kids that they might read and know about their dad, and that they always remember it is “they” who have kept me going all these years.

And if I have help someone along the way, that would make my heart leap knowing that I was an influence on their life’s journey.

Photos: Top, Kailua Beach
Bottom: Pounders Beach, Laie, Oahu

Trust In Me…

In my arms he falls asleep …
This is the time to share my life’s experiences with my Mo’o puna, grandchildren. To teach, guide and love them unconditionally. No Diapers!