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Niu Ola Hiki – Life giving Coconut

Wednesday, April 16th, 2008

One of the ancient stories of Hawaii tells of a young Hawaiian boy, Kahanaiakeakua, son of Hina and Ku. The father has gone to Kahiki (Tahiti) and the boy longs to meet up with his father who he has not seen for some time.  

The boy asks his mother Hina for help. Hina then chants to their ancestor, the coconut tree. She sings, "niu ola hiki”, oh life giving coconut "niu loa hiki”, oh far traveling coconut. Suddenly a coconut sprouts in front of her. 

She wakes her son and tells him to climb the tree and hold on, while she continues chanting. The coconut sways and bends, it stretches and grows over the ocean until its crown comes down. At last the strong leaves rest on Kahiki where the boy is reunited with the father. 

There are many versions of this mo’olelo but always the coconut tree is pictured as a stretching tree with great mana, bearing the image of Ku, the ancestor of the Hawaiian people. 

The coconut tree offers a pathway to another world, and serves as the bridge between man and God, earth and heaven, child and ancestors. This tree is a path to the sacred land and therefore the staff of life. 

“After 111 years bearing the name of Molokai Ranch, no mahalos and no aloha ’oe” wrote Napua Leong in a recent letter to the editor.  Instead, on April 9th at 6:30 in the morning, residents of Kepuhi were awakened to the sound of chainsaws cutting down the West End’s largest and only stand of coconut trees. Almost thirty healthy and mature trees cut in two days.  

I spoke to residents on the West End over the course of a couple of days. Through those events my eyes were opened as I came to understand the connection which most of these folks have for these majestic trees.  

For most, the senseless removal of something so beautiful was more than they could bear. Just as it is with the loss of a loved one, it was a sense of permanent absence etched in the hearts of the people.  

Suddenly after so many years these trees were no more. Why? 

This intentional reckless act by Molokai Ranch wasn’t only about cutting trees; it was about going after the heart and soul of the people. Similar to the firing of Ranch employees, the intent was to take something valuable away from the people. The intent was to break the spirit of our people.   

No effort was ever put out to communicate with the community as to how to deal with what the Ranch claimed as “liabiity issues.” The intent, as one resident stated, was about intimidation, retribution, and getting a pound of flesh from an island that did not support MPL’s overreaching plan. What’s worse, many of those who supported Molokai Ranch were the ones most victimized. 

On April 9, I think most of us had hoped that the Ranch employees working that day would have walked off. But the real blame lies with Peter Nicholas who ordered workers to do his dirty work. Ranch employees were faced with the possibility of their finances being reduced even further should they have refused to cooperate.  

Large offshore businesses controlling the conscience and will of their employees is a curse. Can you imagine the Kanemitsu or Egusa family ever assuming this kind of immoral authority? Of course not! They, their children and their grandchildren are a part of this community.  

We must learn from the mistakes of the past and in looking forward, we as a community, are the one’s responsible for molding our future. We can no longer rely on those with deep pockets to some how take care of us or assume that they have our interest at heart. It is essential that our children are educated and understand the values of our culture.  

These values must be embedded in their na’au so that when the really difficult decisions must be made, they will know which way to go. 

Despite the tragedies of the last couple of weeks, Peter Nicholas, John Sabas and the other executives of Molokai Ranch are absolutely wrong. We may be deeply saddened but they will never break our spirit. We are Molokai and despite our differences, We are ‘ohana.  

I mua! 

Steve  Morgan/ Hui Ho’opakele ‘Aina

New Cousins

Wednesday, April 16th, 2008

We would like to introduce the two latest additions to the Misaki Ohana.
 On the left is Jake Namakana Ropa, born on Feb. 19 at the Queens Medical Center to Natalie Leiko Misaki & Kaleo Ropa. He weighed 7lbs., 2oz. and was 20 in. long. Jake's paternal grandparents are Sandra & David Ropa and greatgrandmother Lei Kanipae of Lanai. On the right is Madison Betty Asako Misaki who was born about a month after her cousin on March 21 at Kaiser Hospital to Lucas Misaki and Jamie Paulo. She weighed 6lbs., 10oz. and was 17 in. long. Madison's maternal grandparents are Barbara Paulo & Raymond Paulo and greatgrandmother Dora Takemono of Oahu.  They are also the grandchildren of Karen Arakaki and Ed Misaki and great-grandchildren of Betty & Doug Hamamoto and Jean & Tadashi Misaki of Molokai.

James Keaupuni Low Passes Away

Tuesday, April 15th, 2008

James Keaupuni Low, 65, of Honolulu, died April 05, 2008.  Born on Oahu, "Jimmy" was raised in Maunaloa, Moloka'i and graduated Moloka'i High School Class of 1961.  He also lived on Lanai, Maui, and finally Oahu.  Hawaiian Airlines and Mahalo Air employee.  Retired from Sheraton Ka'anapali.  Survived by sons, James (Janna)of Delaware, Michael of Waipio, Lance (Marisa)of California, Robert (Dolly) of Ho'olehua; daughters, Stacie Low of Wisconsin and Jamie Takahashi of Maui; 13 grandchildren; mother, Rachel Wai'ale'ale Talon of Waipio; brother, Joseph Talon of Maui; sisters, Earlene (Henry) Lindo of Maui and Talia (Michael) Cenal of Waipio.  Preceded in death by father Walter Low, stepfather Joseph Aduca Talon, sisters Janette Low and Clara Low Ka'ahanui.
Service 9:45 to 10:45 a.m. Sunday 4/20 at Ala Wai Boathouse, followed by push-off of canoes for the scattering of ashes.  Loose flowers. Casual attire.
Arrangements by Borthwick Mortuary.

Special mahalo to the family, Jimmy's friends at Wailana Coffee House, and Kamehameha Canoe Club

Captain Molokai

Tuesday, April 15th, 2008

Captain Molokai

Fight to preserve Molokai remains the same, 20 years later.


In 1988, a mystery writer who called himself Captain Molokai, began writing a regular column in the Molokai Dispatch. The author wrote editorials that were as honest and factual as they were outspoken and critical of corporate control of Molokai land. Two decades later, this individual still lives on Molokai and continues his fight to keep Molokai, Molokai.

Although the following Captain Molokai article was written more than 20 years ago, its message more than applies to present day concerns on Molokai.

Aloha! I’m Captain Molokai. I’ve been on Molokai longer than most people would believe, and I’ve come to the conclusion that Molokai is the best place in the United States, maybe the world, to live, work and raise a family.

There is a lot of love, a lot of caring; a lot of sharing; a lot of spiritual energy; a lot of neighbor helping neighbor; and a lot of other good things we value but sometimes take for granted.

You hear a lot of talk about jobs and progress, but most of that talk doesn’t focus on the quality of those jobs, how many jobs are needed, or what progress means to Molokai, and what impact that progress has on the current lifestyle that families enjoy so much.

What does progress mean on Molokai? Does it mean haphazard uncontrolled growth? One hotel? 5 hotels? A traffic light? A Burger King? More condos? More Crime? An exclusive country club playground for the world’s rich and famous?

Progress on Molokai, some say means controlled growth at the local level; preserving community traditions; creating a more diverse economy; promoting better and more meaningful job situations; maintaining affordable housing for future generations; protecting our ocean and other natural resources; and providing our children with higher education opportunities.

The three basic groups that Capt. Molokai is referring to are: 1. BIG FOREIGN LAND OWNERS: This group includes Molokai Ranch, Tokyo Kosan, Bishop Estate, and the boys from New York that bought Murphy Ranch. 2. A FEW MOLOKAI LANDOWNERS AND BUSINESSES. 3. NEWCOMERS TO MOLOKAI: These are the ones who come to Molokai and say they are in love with the Friendly Isle. However, as soon as they get here they want to change Molokai so they can enjoy many of the conveniences they had on the mainland.

At this point, the strategies of what I see as three basic, self-serving groups with their own agendas are to 1) develop plans they intend to pursue with token input from the Molokai community; 2) build support for those plans away from Molokai by using their influence, or “connected” high priced lawyers, to lobby the Governor and State agencies on Oahu or the Mayor and County Department heads on Maui; and 3) once everything is in place, then come back to Molokai and use the old “divide and conquer” routine which is to throw a few crumbs or some money to a few people or groups on Molokai in an effort to buy support for their project knowing that community members will end up fighting among each other.

Capt. Molokai is not anti-growth; he’s just concerned with who is going to determine Molokai’s growth rate, and how that growth will be allowed to impact those unique tangible and intangible values that Molokai is still lucky enough to have.

Don’t sell out for the quick fix. It hasn’t worked in the past and it won’t work now.

The various Molokai factions, and those community members who have something to say but tend not to get involved, are all going to have to come together and agree on where they want the community to go, and make that position known real clear to the big-time guys rollin’ into Molokai. If the community doesn’t take the lead, then the aggressive investor groups will inherit the power to determine the direction of Molokai’s future based on their values, and not our values.

A Journal of events on Molokai

Monday, April 14th, 2008

Hawaii -- Autumn of 1958

A picture of Kaunakakai, as Finn remembers it in the late 1950s.

I was part of an outfit of men made up of several squadrons from Kaneohe Bay on Oahu, sent to Molokai in September of 1958 for the specific reason of putting up a fence around a designated bombing range to keep out cattle so they would not be in danger during bombing practice.

We had our own little “crews” that we worked with and two of us are still in contact to this day, me and Harry Morgan. There were four of us that worked together. Harry from Paterson, NJ; Backus from Liberty, MO, C.M. Bennett from Birmingham, AL. and myself, Jerry Finn from St. Paul, MN. Now from Oconto, WI.

We called ourselves the 4-1/2 because when you make a fist there are 4 fingers and the thumb and that made the “half”…we were the ones who were considered the “rebels” waiving our fists and using bad language. We were the “tough guys”… or so we thought.

We were the first military unit there since World War II. Some of us flew to the island while the others made beach head landings with other amphibious equipment. The landing was made on Papohaku Beach, but it is my understanding that Papohaku was not the best place because of the high surf.

We got the camp established close to what is now the airport. The Navy already had a camp with permanent buildings there. Mr. Ray Miller of Friendly Island Realty was stationed there at the time and he was one of the Navy personnel who manned the bombing targets at the West End of the island.

I was a corporal in charge of a small group of workers. Normally in Marine Corps order it would be called a “Fire Team” but we didn’t have weapons so it was a “work group.”

I still remember the first day out; we talked with one of the foremen for Del Monte Pineapple Co. He showed us some very big and heavy fence posts that had been cut a few years before, but were too heavy to use. He asked if we would use those first as corner posts since we had the man power to place them.

He also asked that we drive on the roads only and not cut through any pineapple fields so not to destroy the most delicious fruit. We honored that and he said we could have all the pineapples we wanted as long as we didn’t waste any. In fact, I think we only picked about one or two a day for refreshment or dessert.

One thing that remains in my mind is when we were just about finished with breakfast, the locals would go by in a pickup truck to the fields to pick the pineapple. There was a group in the back of the truck that would sing on the way to work. It is one of the most beautiful sounds I have ever heard. It echoed across the fields as they sang. How I would love to capture that sound on a CD.

We had a machine called the “Gray Goose” that was a post-hole digger. I can still see it in the distance rattling and cranking in the field. And there was Sergeant Mario and his bulldozer who would go almost constantly plowing a path for the “Gray Goose”. Some times he would get mad at one of the 4-1/2 because we were such “cut ups”….there are other names for that but I hesitate to use them.

When Sergeant Mario would get mad his eyebrows would come together and his face got long. Then we would say…“Uh-oh, watch out, Mario’s eyebrows are together.” It was so much fun.

We all enjoyed working on Molokai for 3 specific reasons. 1. We never had an inspection all the time there. 2. We never had to get a hair cut and 3. We worked with our shirts off all day every day.

Of course there were many other reasons as well including going to the building where the bakery is now. That was a bar and bowling alley and the place where we went most, plus the Bamboo Bar behind the bakery.

We used to “talk story” as you say on the islands and we heard of a local Hawaiian man with the nick-name of Hitler. Evidently there was some other construction on the island and they were building some kind of tunnel. We heard that this man Hitler worked with a jack hammer all day and could hold it above his head for hours. We all respected and admired such super-human strength and wanted to meet with him but never did. At least I never did, I don’t really know if anyone else ever met him.

In that same bar there was an old haole woman about 50 at the time who invited us all to a luau on her ranch. As many other things I don’t remember her name but we always appreciated that. To be perfectly honest, I didn’t go because I must have had duty or something. But everyone had fun.

On weekends we would go to Papohaku Beach and play like little children. We would let the undertow take us out 20 or 30 yards and then spit us up like so much refuse. That in itself was unique and exciting.

We had some harrowing experiences too, like the time a hurricane or typhoon was headed for the island. There was some panic among the patients in Kalaupapa and they didn’t know what to do, so we liberated them. A man named Jimmy Crow drove a low boy truck and we followed with six-bys.
When we completed the bombing site we were all called back to Kaneohe Bay to go to Japan because of some conflict in the Formosa Straights. They sent the troops from Japan to Formosa and we replaced them in Japan.

That was a very sad time in my life to have to leave Molokai, because all things considered, it was the best time I have ever had. Many others said the same thing and I think it was because we realized how much of a different and exciting experience it was. So unique and unparallelled in itself.

Harry Morgan out in New Jersey said to his knowledge they never did any bombing there because we were called out so fast. However, I do not know if this is true or not. If so, it is a complete mystery where the ordinance they’re finding now came from. I hope all of it can be found so it can be cleaned up and forgotten.

As it turns out, there were bombs dropped in 1958. However, I just learned from Ray Miller that they were little torpedo bombs, about 15 pounds. The device itself didn't explode. When the tip of the torpedo hit the ground a small shell inside the torpedo would emit smoke which was used to mark the location and then radio this information to the pilots. Most think they are dangerous, when in fact they are not.

I am proud to be a part of the armed forces that kept these islands free during the wars. However, I would like to take this time to apologize to the People of Hawaii for what we have done to your most beautiful islands. We have completely defeated the purpose of paradise. Please forgive me!

Jerome (Jerry) Finn….Oconto, Wisconsin…..March 27, 2008

 

Giveaway Promotes Recycling

Monday, April 14th, 2008

4000 Re-useable shopping bags free at Earthday event.

The County is planning to give 4000 bags away on Molokai. Starting at the evening Earthday event and then continuing with a possible store giveaway, one adult  per household can receive a free re-useable shopping bag compliments of the County of Maui Recylcing Program. 

Looking at similar projects on Maui, Office and Projects Manager for the Molokai-Lanai Soil and Water Conservation Debbie Kelly brought the project request to the County.

With a team of Molokai based folks, Kelly came up with the logo and design for the face of the bag. The county worked with Debbie to design the back) educational panel to appeal specifically to Molokai folks.
 
Hana Steel: Recycling Coordinator, County of Maui at 808-270-7847
 
"Treat the Earth well. It was not given to you by your parents.  It was
loaned to you by your children."  (Kenyan Proverb)

Postal Service Offers Tax Night Late Collections

Sunday, April 13th, 2008


Airport Post Office to Remain Open Until 8 p.m.

A total of 27 Post Offices across the state, including Kaunakakai Post Office, will offer late collection of mail from specially marked collection boxes on Tax Day, Tuesday, Apr. 15, to accommodate last-second filers of federal tax returns.

The Airport Post Office will remain open until 8 p.m.in order to accommodate customers who need to purchase stamps or special services. All other offices will be closing at their normal times.

All mail deposited by midnight in collection boxes labeled with a special bright orange sign indicating Tax Mail Drop – Final Pick-Up Midnight will receive Apr. 15 postmarks.  

Due to the declining numbers of citizens who submit their returns by mail (the IRS estimates that 57 percent of all federal tax returns will be filed electronically this year) the Postal Service has discontinued its tradition of providing curbside service to last-second filers of federal tax returns at its drive-by collection boxes.

The Postal Service provides the following friendly reminders regarding the mailing of tax returns:

Not all boxes will be collected late - If you are mailing your return in a blue collection box or a drop slot at the post office, be sure to check the schedule for the last collection time. Except in specially marked boxes at designated locations (see above list), returns deposited after the last collection time will not receive Apr. 15 postmarks.
Beat the rush, mail early - Mail your tax returns early in the day. Post Offices typically become very congested in the late afternoon and evening on the tax day deadline.
·         Ensure proper postage - Be sure to check that adequate postage is applied to your tax return. First-Class postage for one ounce is 41 cents. Weigh any return that feels heavier than one ounce. Add 17 cents for each additional ounce up to 13 ounces. Heavier pieces go Priority Mail. Check the Postal Service web site at www.usps.gov for a postage rate calculator. Tax agencies do not accept postage due mail; tax returns bearing insufficient postage will be returned—meaning taxpayers may be penalized for filing late tax returns.

·         Ensure proper addressing - Use pre-addressed labels where possible. Write clearly. Take special care to ensure that handwritten envelopes are legible. Include a return address. Make sure that bulky envelopes are securely sealed.

Heavy packages require personal drop off - Mail with postage paid by postage stamps (as opposed to postage meter strips) that weighs more than 16 ounces must be presented in person to a clerk at a Post Office. Returns meeting this description that are deposited in collection boxes will be returned to their senders.
Tax forms not available at Post Offices - Most Post Offices do not carry tax forms; only the most basic forms are available in Post Offices that do. Suggestion: Check out the IRS’s web site for downloadable forms.
 

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Molokai-Return to Pono

Friday, April 11th, 2008

Halawa Tsunami

Tuesday, April 8th, 2008

Halawa Tsunami

A photo looking east across the flourishing Halawa valley in November of 1938. (Photo submitted by Anakala Pilipo Solatario.)

April 1, 1946 was no fooling for the people of Hawaii, including those of us living in Halawa. I was only six years old when the tsunami hit Molokai, but I remember it well.

To see houses move, including my uncle’s house with the family inside, was incredible. The scariest part was the sound; the sound of the ocean sucking, tress cracking, nails being pulled from the houses, and the rumble of boulders.

There was a phone call Sunday night, March 31, warning us of the ocean after an earthquake north of Alaska. But not understanding what the tsunami warning really meant, we went on with life as usual.

About 10 hours later, at 7 a.m., my mom was walking the beach as she did every morning before heading to the taro patch and noticed the sea was changing. We heard her yelling and before we knew it, we were gathering up treasured photos, the family bible, valuable papers and certificates, and heading to high ground.

What we saw was so strange, the ocean went way out, and we could see fish flopping about on the sand. Then it came back in, not as a huge wave, as one might expect, but slowly. It just flowed, oozed back in and was white and foamy.

The swell continued, surging in and out until water covered most of the valley. The ocean drowned almost 2 miles of the valley floor and was over 100 feet deep. As the ocean receded, we could see the remains of the poi factory, and many families’ houses. The school and church seemed ok, but the taro terraces were full of salt and sand. The good thing was that no lives were lost.

My kupuna had a mo`olelo of a giant battle fought at the base of the eastern cliffs at Kai Wili Beach, near an old heiau. No one knew for sure if the story was true, but after the tsunami receded, we found many bones and skulls in that area. Maybe there was something to our ancestors’ stories.

The day after, we began to clean up the devastation, and I remember the horrible stink from all the rotting fish. We tried to catch some of the live ones for food, but for some reason they tasted different, not good at all. We buried all the dead ones we found.

Next we started to rebuild and repair the homes and structures and flush the salt and sand from the taro patches. The Halawa poi factory was gone forever, and so was the swing bridge. Some families moved, but many stayed and rebuilt the taro patches.

I remember my mom writing me in 1958 or 59 because I was gone. There was a terrible flash flood; she said the whole back-side of the valley was a wall of water. What it did was flatten the taro patches and the dam. Taro farming was never the same after that.

We, by tradition and nature, don’t look back, we look forward. What is past is past, though April 1 always triggers something in my mind and I can still hear the ocean that day.

Mo`omomi Acacio

Monday, April 7th, 2008

Mo`omomi Acacio

Mo'omomi Acacio, 16, who died due to a tragic car crash on March 22nd, was taken back to his birthplace at Mo'omomi Bay Molokai. Many came to participate as his ashes was placed into the bay at the spot of his birth by his family. Chants were given and numerous conch sounded, as an unexpected rain appeared for a few minutes only to give way again to a warm bright sun.