Aloha? Oy!

Things are starting to feel real now that our countdown has reached double digits. Further proof: we scheduled an appointment with a moving company for a quote. The estimator can’t make it out until mid-April, but we are in no hurry. Hopefully by then we will have gotten rid of some stuff anyway. Hey, anybody need a couch or coffee table? I’ll make you a good deal!

Speaking of moving, as in hey, that’s something I did a lot of growing up, I had a request from Bijoux, a longtime reader, to write about my experience living in Hawaii. I think that’s a great idea, as I’ve talked about my time in South Dakota and Ohio while growing up, but have never really mentioned Hawaii in anything more than passing.

I guess the reason I haven’t talked about Hawaii is, quite frankly, I am not a fan of the 50th state. Hawaii may be paradise to some, a place where people aspire to vacation, but I’m okay with never setting foot there again. I’m sure a big part of the reason is that I spent nine years of my life on the island of Oahu. Considering I’m moving to a place that experiences cold and snowy winters, and am excited about that, this shouldn’t come as a shock to anybody. Since we were in Hawaii for three separate tours of duty, I’ll break this down into sections for each assignment.

Tour #1: 1967-1970

I remember nothing about these years, since I wasn’t alive for most of them. But I was there, and I’ve got proof:

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Woo-ee-ooh, dad looks just like Buddy Holly! And I’ll be damned if mom doesn’t have a Mary Tyler Moore vibe. Rivers Cuomo would be proud.

What I know, because I’ve been told, is that my parents lived in a small apartment in downtown Honolulu before securing housing on Hickam AFB. One day I decided to take a tumble down the stairs thanks to a faulty gate that may or may not have been latched correctly. At some point Neil Armstrong took one small step for man, and then we moved to Trenton, New Jersey. End of chapter one.

Tour #2: 1973-1977

My earliest childhood memory is sharing a cup of Campbell’s cream of mushroom soup with my grandfather, out of his Thermos I think, shortly before we went back to Hawaii. This time around, we lived on the bottom floor of a two-story house in Aiea; the owners were a friendly Filipino family named the Macadangdang’s, who resided on the second floor. Mrs. Macadangdang took a real shining to me and my brother Scott; this was a recurring theme throughout our second tour, when Japanese tourists frequently asked us to pose for pictures. I guess the sight of two little Caucasian boys with blond hair who dressed alike was a rarity. I often joke that we’re B-list celebrities in Japan, gracing the pages of many a random photo album.

Mrs. Macadangdang would often serve us peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the little courtyard out back. One time the family dug a hole in the ground and roasted a whole pig, luau-style. We all welcomed 1974 with a New Year’s party upstairs. There was a giant slide at an amusement park in Aiea Heights we used to visit. I’m sometimes amazed by the snippets of memory I still recall.

Eventually we moved onto Hickam AFB again, into base housing. Ours was the single story end unit on the right; the green Dodge Dart in the carport was my dad’s.

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I started kindergarten in 1974, and walked to Nimitz Elementary, a few blocks away, all the way through second grade. It was a different era, and we were safely confined to an Air Force Base.

My close friends, Andy and Julie, lived a few houses down. I am friends with them to this day on Facebook, which is sort of amazing. The life of a military brat means never being able to forge lasting friendships because inevitably your existence in any one place is temporary. They are the exceptions to the rule.

My dad has never been one to sit around idly, even now, and so we spent most of our weekends exploring the island. This meant frequent trips to the the beach in Waikiki,  snorkeling at Hanauma Bay, hiking in bamboo forests, going to the zoo. Things I was really into: M.A.S.H., Godzilla, the Dodgers, The Six Million Dollar Man, and a Japanese superhero named Kikaider. My parents loved bad (or groovy, depending on how you look at it) ’70s fashion and decor.

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In 1977, it was time to leave the island behind again. My dad was assigned to Wright-Patterson AFB in Fairborn, Ohio. I thought I’d left Hawaii behind forever.

I was wrong.

Tour #3: 1980-1983

I’ve long spoken of my fondness for Ohio, so when I learned we were once again going to Hawaii, I wasn’t real happy. I preferred actual seasons to the constant heat and humidity of the tropics, but had no say in the matter, of course.

We ended up in a corner house on the same street we’d lived on during that first tour of duty. Sixth grade was okay; Hickam Elementary was located on base, so I got along fine with all the other Air Force kids. And then junior high rolled around, and it all went to hell.

First off, I had to take a bus into Honolulu. Aliamanu Intermediate (now Aliamanu Middle School) was a mixture of cultures, and let me be brutally honest here: the local Hawaiian kids despised us haoles. I was teased, tormented, and bullied, because of the color of my skin. It was a sort of reverse racism I had never known existed, and turned my middle school years into a sort of hell.

Add in adolescence and boredom, and you’ve got a volatile mix. I’d never gotten into much trouble before, but that changed during our third tour. I am not proud of my shenanigans, but they are tame by today’s standards, at least. I became withdrawn and sullen, and my parents were worried. I don’t think they ever fully grasped just how bad it was for me or the extent of my unhappiness. Those years just weren’t pleasant ones and will forever cloud my view of “paradise.”

When my dad announced, in the summer of 1983, that we were moving to Ellsworth AFB in Rapid City, South Dakota, I was elated. As bad as middle school had been, I dreaded the idea of attending high school in Hawaii and am thankful I never had to do so. My life was infinitely better in South Dakota. Is it any wonder I’m so eager to go back?

Positives about Hawaii? Hmm. I will always remember with fondness the fresh starfruit and bananas we’d buy from villagers in less-traveled sections of the island, not to mention the passionfruit my mom would collect during jungle hikes and turn into fresh-baked cookies once we got home. Boogie-boarding at Bellows Beach was fun. Matsumoto Shave Ice on the North Shore is awesome. The food there is fantastic, whether it’s huli-huli chicken we’d pick up from locals barbecuing in parking lots, or Chinese food in the mall. Most of all, I liked getting away from Oahu and visiting the other islands. Maui is cool, and the Big Island was always a blast.

So there you have it. A snapshot of my Hawaii experience in 1,300 words. People always tell me how lucky I am to have lived there, and it’s kind of cool to tell people that I was born in Honolulu, but I’ve had my fill of the place. You might be surprised to learn that I did actually go back, some nine years later, for my honeymoon. The trip was a gift from my parents, who actually went with us, so how could I refuse? I will say, being there as a tourist was much better. It helped that I knew I’d be going home again in five days.

Countdown: 94 Days

 

 

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10 thoughts on “Aloha? Oy!

  1. Mark, what a great memoir post! I knew you had lived in Hawaii because I think you mentioned it waaaaaay back in time on your other blog, however, I didn’t know all the details.

    LOVE the vintage photographs you shared! OMG…they’re faaaaaaaabulous! Yes, your father did resemble Buddy Holly and your mother, Mary Tyler Moore!

    ” I preferred actual seasons to the constant heat and humidity of the tropics, but had no say in the matter, of course.”

    I feel the same as you. I enjoyed my time living in Florida, but I discovered that I MUCH prefer seasons to the constant heat and humidity. However, I think you and I are very rare in our feelings because most people LOVE topical weather and would love it all year round. Perhaps it’s because I lived in Florida for 20 years, but I’ve never had even the slightest desire to visit Hawaii. I would much prefer visiting a place like, Alaska!!!

    Super post, my friend!

    P.S. I remember that Six Million Dollar Man doll!!!

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    • Funny you should mention Alaska. Originally, Tara and I had planned on taking a trip there this fall to celebrate our 5th wedding anniversary. We were stashing away cash every paycheck. Well, with the move looming, our Alaska fund turned into a South Dakota fund. But we’ll get there someday, I’m sure of it. Maybe for our 7th!

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  2. My grandfather had about a billion of those mesh and aluminum lawn chairs (from your groovy ’70s decor photo) that he (and we) used up until the summer of 2013. I think my mom took a few after he died.

    I’m with you. I need to have four distinct seasons (even if Mother Nature is flipping the bird to us New Englanders at the moment; early spring snowstorms can kiss my you-know-what). I couldn’t tolerate the constant heat and humidity of Hawaii or even the Southern states. Give me spring and autumn any time.

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    • If it’s any consolation, I’m jealous of everybody in the Northeast this week. I wouldn’t mind another shot of snow myself. No such luck out here in the temperate PNW, although the mountains might get hammered this weekend.

      Hmm. Maybe a trip to the mountains is in order…

      We had a bunch of those chairs, too. Different sizes and colors. I bet my parents still have some out in their garage.

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  3. Thank you so much for this post! I adore the photos and I now understand WHY you are not so enamored by the place! But what a colorful childhood you had, esp. compared to mine.

    A friend of mine has a daughter whose college roommate was from Oahu. After visiting the island, her daughter set her sights on moving there after graduation and did! She’s a cpa, but basically just teaches yoga and works various food service jobs, but is incredibly happy. I give her a lot of credit for following her dream.

    And you as well, Mark! It can’t be easy to pack up and move across the country, but you’ve got experience as your guide.

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    • My pleasure. It was fun writing this! I am always open to suggestions, so if there are ever any other topics you’d like to hear about, by all means let me know.

      Your friend’s daughter’s experience just goes to show the axiom “to each their own” rings true. I’ll bet she couldn’t imagine anybody willingly moving to the Upper Midwest!

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  4. Your parents DO have the Buddy Holly / Mary Tyler Moore look going for them.

    It was really interesting to read about your time in Hawaii. A relative of mine (married to the military) is moving there in about a month with her two small children. I hope for their sake they have a better experience. I’d still love a chance to go and play tourist there.

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  5. Just a thought for your move — when we moved to Seattle from New Orleans, we rented a U-Haul truck. We paid movers to load it and unload it, but my (ex) husband drove it across country. Our daughter and I couldn’t help drive the truck because, to our surprise, we couldn’t reach the gas pedal! The U-Haul towed our daughter’s car while she and I took turns driving our SUV. It was a lot cheaper than paying a moving company.

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    • Renting a U-Haul was our original plan, and is most likely what will happen. But it’s so much work, we want to see if it’s cost-effective to hire somebody else to take care of the whole thing. I’m exhausted just thinking of the effort involved!

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