The Hawaiians called things that meant alot to them by diminutive names; kaimanaiki means of little power. They feared the gods would take away any thing too nice. The valley our house is in is beautiful; it could be an amphitheater, you can hear the guy across the valley weed whacking his lawn as though he was in your yard. Kalihi valley is the oldest geological piece of Oahu.
On New Years eve is the loudest, smokiest place on the island. Guests used to think we had arranged the spactical all for them to enjoy. Believe me, it was out of our hands.
When we first moved to Kalihi we really liked the neighbors. After being there a while we learned some weren't what they appeared to be. Too many differences in class and education and many other things. The land was beautiful and still is the love of my life. I love the rocks and the trees behind the house. I even love the smell of the air. Bob was streetwise from Chicago. Me, from an upper middle class New England home not so much.
We were flower children of the 60's and thought anything was possible, we had just lived in Monrovia, Liberia happily which is a third world. Seemed like Kalihi was no different but, it was.
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