Robert Akau
FD4
May 07, 2011
I board the bus on Ala Moana Boulevard at Restaurant Row taking me to the stop where I then board the final route 89 bus heading home. The traffic is unusually heavy. The bus is moderately filled and has an atmosphere where talking is taking place and is almost party like. Where it normally takes fifteen minutes for this bus to get to the stop I transfer at, the stop and go of the traffic takes this bus a bit longer to move ahead. When it reaches the inland turn from AlaMoana Boulevard to the start of Alakea Street, one cannot help but notice that the traffic congestion on Alakea Street fills the street for the next two or three blocks ahead. Crossing Queen Street, the cross traffic heading both east and west on Queen Street is also congested and slowly moving as drivers remain cordial in allowing others the right of way. From Ala Moana Boulevard to where I catch my connecting bus, one may time the speed of the traffic by the number of times that the stop signal changes at the numerous intersections the bus passes through. One or two changes of the signal indicates easily moving traffic. Signals changing in five or six cycles indicates that traffic is not moving in a timely manner. The trip normally done in 20 minutes takes almost 45 minutes to complete. [THESIS] What impeded traffic flow and what were the factors which slowed its dispersal?[THESIS]
Some feeling of relief is felt as I am aboard the bus taking me to my final destination.The bus makes its way inland on Alakea Street and crosses Beretania, then turns left on Queen Emma Street and then turns inland, facing north on the start of it's trek up the Pali Highway. The traffic accompanying the bus all exhibit this slowness in moving. The automobiles alongside each other remain cordial and move in courteously cooperating movements. The traffic moves at a snail's pace. As our bus edges foward towards the mountain, the traffic moving both east and west also moves at a very slow rate of speed. Traffic normally moving through the Pali bound corridor experience a easy and speedy pace making its way to the Pali tunnel. This ease and speed was not to be had as traffic going over the Pali slowed its pace. I boarded the route 89 a little after 5pm.. The five mile ride towards the tunnel went beyond an hour but gave the ridership a leisurely ride through the forested scenery making up Nuuanu valley. If one had boarded the bus, he or she had resigned himself or herself to the slowness of the trip due to circumstances beyond his or her control. Calling for someone to pick one up with a personally owned car would have only added one more automobile to the congestion and would have been greatly discouraged.
The bus ride within the traffic moves at a very slow rate of speed. The slow movement was somewhat alieviated by traffic departing west or away from the center of the cause, some thirty miles away and over the mountain on the south east side of the island. The passengers on the bus are occupied with viewing the traffic congestion outside and still in wonder about how traffic events in Honolulu could impact the traffic flow, over the Ko'olau Mountains. The Pali tunnel serves a collecting function as all traffic heading over the mountain to the windward side are funneled into two lanes through the tunnel. From the vineyard street area, fed from the west, by the H-1 offramp in the vicinity of the Bishop Museum, and fed from the east, by the H-1 offramp in the vicinity of the Queen's Hospital, automobiles heading north gather from these viaducts, make their way north via its intersection with the Pali Highway and the Nuuanu Avenue. The Pali highway is fed through the many branching streets of Palama, Liliha and Nuuanu, flowing past the historic Oahu Cemetary, northward.
It is after passing Castle Hospital and the State Correctional facilities in Kailua that attention is given the sun quickly sinking into the sunset over the Koolau Mountains of Kaneohe. This last five to seven mile stretch of highway becomes the place for all; waiting to arrive home after a days work, to silently experience an event undoubtedly taken for granted. Sitting in our bus or car seats as if coerced and held at gunpoint, we are all resigned to watch the sun set and the sky become dark. This period of time is usually reserved for having dinner and watching Joe Moore with the six pm news report.We slowly realize the possibility of arriving home after sunset. Some make calls home letting family members know about their predicament along with last minute dinner instructions. Arriving home “after dark”, is usually an indication that we were distracted with errands, which was not descriptive of the ridership here. A highlight to forever stick in my memory is seeing the headlamps of autos in both lanes of this rural community in traffic gridlock as far as the eye could see. Reminicent of Kalakaua Boulevard or Kuhio Avenue; with all of its pedestrian tourists hidden in the glare of the headlamps, in Waimanalo, is an imagineable though unwelcomed thought.
The Bus routes impacted by the circumstances were all of the downtown Honolulu routes going eastbound. All routes departing downtown Honolulu heading north through the Koolau mountains to Kailua, Kaneohe and Waimanalo were also affected. Routes 22 and 23 leaving Waimanalo's Sea Life Park and returning to Honolulu by way of East Honolulu also slowed as traffic made its way back to the freeway going west.
The location of the events of the crime, took place in two residential areas. These areas of eastern Honolulu, during an evening departure from downtown Honolulu had become the final destination of those living in areas on the eastern part of Oahu. This returning population was merely held in a waiting pattern as further investigation into events of the crime were conduced. Drivers were subsequently "released" to continue on. A few feet away, the express lanes going east, would have greatly contributed to lessening commute times for multi-occupancy private vehicles and buses.
The traffic of commuters returning home by way of East Honolulu also slowed as traffic made its way back to the freeway going west. Travel times for buses on the H-1 freeway could possibly have been an hour. The time it took for all of the buses to reach its next stop averaged forty minutes. Bus routes in the 60 numbered series generally made more stops than buses in the 80 numbered series. All of the 80 series express buses terminated at the park and ride area across of the Ross’s, Costco shopping area. The overall traffic slowed all buses equally and on average, all buses shared in the same amount of travel time. The express lanes after the H-1 freeway going east would have greatly contributed to lessening commute times for multi-occupancy vehicles such as buses.
The imposition of the crime affected everyone in downtown Honolulu and directions eastward on that day. Those living in Pearl City and westward endured lessening discomfort as they continued their trip going westward. The population had received the impact in a fairly healthy manner. Buses, although delayed, arrived orderly. Boarding and disembarking was thankfully uneventful. From my perspective, the waiting lines did seem to be longer that usual and made some people double check to see if the bus they were boarding was the correct one.
Inquiry into statistics from events following this crime shows no specific investigation is being pursued. Inquiry with the Department of Highways and Transportation of the State of Hawaii, has pointed towards the Department of Highway Planning and Design as the subordinate agency most interested in what happened on that day. The Government of the Honolulu City and County would only have a monitoring function over facilities under their jurisdiction. The City's Bus service greatly impacted by these events, is slowly gathering statistics summarizing the events of that day. Any number of impacts upon their resources, machines, driver corps and ridership is not as yet undergoing any public inquiry or scrutiny, but will slowly become available as inquiries are made. The Honolulu Police Departments information collection and assessment functions would start with the various field reports generated by the individual officers in their various functions. Public wishing to access this resource for information will need to specifically ask for information not exclusive to investigation of the crime. A survey of Patrol Officers leads me to learn that the the traffic event generated as a result of the hijacking was a low priority and expressed minimal reporting describing the traffic situation in Waimanlo. One may only by conjecture assume similar views by officers around the island. This may require waiting for determination to be made as to what information is releasable to the public. These agencies may gather this information through eventual accumulation. Gathering the information most helpful in gaining insight into any frailty of our current city and community design in light of events, is better helped, given the most time available and aside accuracy, done with minimal constraints.
Events impeding traffic have at least two other incidents in the past which resulted in traffic gridlock. One incident was an auto collision on the freeway in the Pearl City Area which slowed the oncoming going home traffic eventually slowing traffic in and around the AlaMoana shopping district and beyond. The events of the highjacking on Ainakoa St took place in the vicinity of Kalani High School and impacted traffic as far away as the Koolau mountain range to the northeastern coastline of Oahu in the communities of Kaneohe, Kailua and Waimanalo. Curiousity exists about how traffic gridlock could have been minimized. A number of issues put in tandem with each other, had served to impede traffic flow and along with rerouting, resulted in traffic accumulating and not dispersing in a timely fashion.
Log of Completed Activities
_L_ Apr. 7- Intro to Paper #4: Read Guidelines for Paper #4: Literary Journalism
_L_ Apr. 11- Complete readings for paper #4: chap. 15
_X Apr. 15- Laulima Discussion #1.
_L_ Apr. 21- Laulima Discussion #2.
_X_ Apr. 29- RD4 due [50 pts] Review the guidelines.
_X_ May 2- Submit three RD4 evaluations. [50 pts] Review the guidelines.
_X_ May 4-9- FD4 due [150 pts] Review the guidelines.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Spending is a pleasurable pursuit
Robert Akau
May 6, 2011
Final Draft 5
I find that spending money brings great enjoyment and pleasure. Parents are to be given great credit for pointing us in this direction of finding work as early as possible to earn money. I sometimes wonder, however, if an ulterior motive for doing this was at work here. Was there regret on the part of our parents causing them discomfort in raising and subsidizing us all these years? Getting to work for pay as early as possible served a function of getting us off of their paychecks. leaving them more funds to spend as they enjoyed doing before we came along. [THESIS] What are the reasons for spending and how is the pleasure described?[THESIS]
The family lends itself to many opportunities for funding. Frugality is a good practice for the long term. Dating seems to have been the first major event where learning to spend for social reasons took place. However the reasons for me spending is that this is rewarding in life and in outside pursuits. Food is the most important reason for spending that I can find. Paying is a spending of sorts in which the pleasure factor is suspended but supports the upkeep of my home. Family is present for the long haul and efforts expended for its upkeep finds many rewards both obvious and hidden. Well heeled advisories would support that “yes!” spending for upkeep of my family is a noble notion and worth every dime nickel and penny.
But what would determine quality spending upon all facets of family life? As children grow older, the requirements for spending on their behalf increases and in certain ways, change. Spending towards success in their endevors seem like investing for returns. When spending is done as a greater benefit toward them, the pleasure parts sometimes seems defeated. Sibling efforts appear for good causes and shows it worth in the returns and is therefore worth spending towards it.
The choices of spending among my friends are many. Gathering together to celebrate an event or a holiday is a reason to show off cooking skills practiced and ready to show off. Potlucks call for making good impressions and gives reasons why the best cuts of rib, fish or steak are bought. Along with the tasty meats should go good drinks. In keeping the celebration non-alcoholic, cases of soda or syrup and water mixtures makes for a good purchase and good addition to the picnic or party. If the occasion is an indoor event as in a Christmas dinner, then appropriate gathering of stuff is necessary. Ice cream, cake and or pie adds to enjoyment of this get together. Scriptural study also supports being of help to others. Contributions of time to assist others has the markings and or labels of making an economical impact upon the one receiving the help and I look upon as spending. Another reason for spending in efforts of keeping friends is acknowledging their careers. This sort of spending viewed as having ulterior motives of self gain may appear more as investing rather than altruism.
A very noble deed is noted when spending for a greater good, impacts community efforts in a positive way. There is the community drive to collect monetary donations sponsored by the Red Cross in an effort to rescue and restore living for the thousands of victims of and earthquake that destroyed the area of Sendai in the Miyagi and Iwate Prefectures. Giving a monetary gift makes me feel real good. There are many efforts to collect money, but giving more than a certain amount may not allow me other pursuits, requiring spending. Local efforts asking for donation funds from the public sometimes move me to help with small donations.
I then learned that besides monetary spending, giving of personal effort without looking for compensatory returns is another way of spending. Compensatory rewards are a great means of telling me that I’m on the right track and doing the right thing. This is a great incentive towards which effort towards this in noble.
Building skills in the varied trades in family and facilities upkeep I was brought up to respect and emulate.
Through various skills learned, any use of these skills to help others is a form of spending though non-monetary.
Spending rank high among the choices of pleasurable activities. Among the myriad of things I like doing, swimming, driving, skiing, flying on a trip, learning a skill, etc., purchasing an item especially if it was something greatly anticipated is very enjoyable. When your funds become depleted, the period during the time funds are non-existant appears very discomforting. I soon take on a self depreciating manner in evaluating this event as a sore spot showing me how callous and careless I had become in dispersing my funds. Not going to a retail outlet and making a purchase becomes a real noticeable non-event.
It is when observing others around us and their ways of “making ends meet”(cultural adage, source undetermined), that I learn that other ways to self sufficiency exist. Seeking to understand their ways become a focus in my life. The need to attend and complete college studies has its roots in understanding economic life better but if half heartedly enforced or reinforced makes judicious spending a trying hit or miss, or hit and miss effort. My spending style started in my high school years working summers on the Marine Corp Station at Kaneohe. Maturity was to be gained and gave me the feel of adulthood while still attending high school.
Only in exposure to such avenues, may one see advanced education as necessary and important towards advancement of skill building towards greater rewards.
If I was a lone CNN or FOX reporter on the street interviewing a typical person, I attest that, yes, spending is great! Its only the distractions temporarily derailing our poorly planned financial efforts which causes me to spend for immediate gratification to make be suffer soon after for depleting cash earmarked for spending elsewhere. Looking at myself as if I was a total stranger unfamiliar with myself; the target of this critique on spending, would wonder if there was not a better more noble pursuit in life upon which to spend my life on. The pleasure gained from this is enormous.
May 6, 2011
Final Draft 5
I find that spending money brings great enjoyment and pleasure. Parents are to be given great credit for pointing us in this direction of finding work as early as possible to earn money. I sometimes wonder, however, if an ulterior motive for doing this was at work here. Was there regret on the part of our parents causing them discomfort in raising and subsidizing us all these years? Getting to work for pay as early as possible served a function of getting us off of their paychecks. leaving them more funds to spend as they enjoyed doing before we came along. [THESIS] What are the reasons for spending and how is the pleasure described?[THESIS]
The family lends itself to many opportunities for funding. Frugality is a good practice for the long term. Dating seems to have been the first major event where learning to spend for social reasons took place. However the reasons for me spending is that this is rewarding in life and in outside pursuits. Food is the most important reason for spending that I can find. Paying is a spending of sorts in which the pleasure factor is suspended but supports the upkeep of my home. Family is present for the long haul and efforts expended for its upkeep finds many rewards both obvious and hidden. Well heeled advisories would support that “yes!” spending for upkeep of my family is a noble notion and worth every dime nickel and penny.
But what would determine quality spending upon all facets of family life? As children grow older, the requirements for spending on their behalf increases and in certain ways, change. Spending towards success in their endevors seem like investing for returns. When spending is done as a greater benefit toward them, the pleasure parts sometimes seems defeated. Sibling efforts appear for good causes and shows it worth in the returns and is therefore worth spending towards it.
The choices of spending among my friends are many. Gathering together to celebrate an event or a holiday is a reason to show off cooking skills practiced and ready to show off. Potlucks call for making good impressions and gives reasons why the best cuts of rib, fish or steak are bought. Along with the tasty meats should go good drinks. In keeping the celebration non-alcoholic, cases of soda or syrup and water mixtures makes for a good purchase and good addition to the picnic or party. If the occasion is an indoor event as in a Christmas dinner, then appropriate gathering of stuff is necessary. Ice cream, cake and or pie adds to enjoyment of this get together. Scriptural study also supports being of help to others. Contributions of time to assist others has the markings and or labels of making an economical impact upon the one receiving the help and I look upon as spending. Another reason for spending in efforts of keeping friends is acknowledging their careers. This sort of spending viewed as having ulterior motives of self gain may appear more as investing rather than altruism.
A very noble deed is noted when spending for a greater good, impacts community efforts in a positive way. There is the community drive to collect monetary donations sponsored by the Red Cross in an effort to rescue and restore living for the thousands of victims of and earthquake that destroyed the area of Sendai in the Miyagi and Iwate Prefectures. Giving a monetary gift makes me feel real good. There are many efforts to collect money, but giving more than a certain amount may not allow me other pursuits, requiring spending. Local efforts asking for donation funds from the public sometimes move me to help with small donations.
I then learned that besides monetary spending, giving of personal effort without looking for compensatory returns is another way of spending. Compensatory rewards are a great means of telling me that I’m on the right track and doing the right thing. This is a great incentive towards which effort towards this in noble.
Building skills in the varied trades in family and facilities upkeep I was brought up to respect and emulate.
Through various skills learned, any use of these skills to help others is a form of spending though non-monetary.
Spending rank high among the choices of pleasurable activities. Among the myriad of things I like doing, swimming, driving, skiing, flying on a trip, learning a skill, etc., purchasing an item especially if it was something greatly anticipated is very enjoyable. When your funds become depleted, the period during the time funds are non-existant appears very discomforting. I soon take on a self depreciating manner in evaluating this event as a sore spot showing me how callous and careless I had become in dispersing my funds. Not going to a retail outlet and making a purchase becomes a real noticeable non-event.
It is when observing others around us and their ways of “making ends meet”(cultural adage, source undetermined), that I learn that other ways to self sufficiency exist. Seeking to understand their ways become a focus in my life. The need to attend and complete college studies has its roots in understanding economic life better but if half heartedly enforced or reinforced makes judicious spending a trying hit or miss, or hit and miss effort. My spending style started in my high school years working summers on the Marine Corp Station at Kaneohe. Maturity was to be gained and gave me the feel of adulthood while still attending high school.
Only in exposure to such avenues, may one see advanced education as necessary and important towards advancement of skill building towards greater rewards.
If I was a lone CNN or FOX reporter on the street interviewing a typical person, I attest that, yes, spending is great! Its only the distractions temporarily derailing our poorly planned financial efforts which causes me to spend for immediate gratification to make be suffer soon after for depleting cash earmarked for spending elsewhere. Looking at myself as if I was a total stranger unfamiliar with myself; the target of this critique on spending, would wonder if there was not a better more noble pursuit in life upon which to spend my life on. The pleasure gained from this is enormous.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
RD4 - This has got to be the bus ride of all bus rides
Robert Akau
28 April 2011
RD4
I board the bus on Ala Moana Boulevard at Restaurant Row taking me to the stop where I then board the final route 89 bus heading home. The traffic is unusually heavy. The bus is moderately filled and has an atmosphere where talking is taking place and is almost party like. Where it normally takes fifteen minutes for this bus to get to the stop I transfer at, the stop and go of the traffic takes this bus a bit longer to move ahead. When it reaches the inland turn from AlaMoana Boulevard to the start of Alakea Street, one cannot help but notice that the traffic congestion on Alakea Street fills the street for the next two or three blocks ahead. Crossing Queen Street, the cross traffic heading both east and west on Queen Street is also congested and slowly moving as drivers remain cordial in allowing others the right of way. From Ala Moana Boulevard to where I catch my connecting bus, one may time the speed of the traffic by the number of times that the stop signal changes at the numerous intersections the bus passes through. One or two changes of the signal indicates easily moving traffic. Signals changing in five or six cycles indicates that traffic is not moving in a timely manner. The trip normally done in 20 minutes takes almost 45 minutes to complete. [THESIS] What impeded traffic flow and what were the factors which slowed its dispersal?[THESIS]
Some feeling of relief is felt as I am aboard the bus taking me to my final destination.The bus makes its way inland on Alakea Street and crosses Beretania, then turns left on Queen Emma Street and then turns inland, facing north on the start of it's trek up the Pali Highway. The traffic accompanying the bus all exhibit that slowness in moving. The automobiles alongside each other remain cordial and move in courteously cooperating movements. The traffic moved at a snail's pace. As our bus edged foward towards the mountain, the traffic moving both east and west also moved at a very slow rate of speed. Traffic normally moving through the Pali bound corridor experience a easy and speedy pace making its way to the Pali tunnel. This ease and speed was not to be had as traffic going over the Pali slowed its pace. I boarded the route 89 a little after 5pm.. The five mile ride towards the tunnel went beyond an hour but gave the ridership a leisurely ride through the forested scenery making up Nuuanu valley. If one had boarded the bus, he or she had resigned himself or herself to the slowness of the trip due to circumstances. Calling for someone to pick one up with a personally owned car would have only added one more automobile to the congestion and would have been greatly discouraged.
The bus ride within the traffic moved at a very slow rate of speed. The slow movement was somewhat alieviated by traffic departed west or away from the center of the cause, some thirty miles away and over the mountain on the south east side of the island. The passengers on the bus were occupied with viewing the traffic congestion outside and still in wonder about how traffic events in Honolulu could impact the traffic flow, over the Ko'olau Mountains. The Pali tunnel serves a collecting function as all traffic heading over the mountain to the windward side are funneled into two lanes through the tunnel. From the vineyard street area, fed from the west, by the H-1 offramp in the vicinity of the Bishop Museum, and fed from the east, by the H-1 offramp in the vicinity of the Queen's Hospital, automobiles heading north gather from these viaducts, make their way north via its intersection with the Pali Highway and the Nuuanu Avenue. The Pali highway is fed through the many branching streets of Palama, Liliha and Nuuanu, flowing past the historic Oahu Cemetary, northward.
It is after passing Castle Hospital and the State Correctional facilities in Kailua that attention is given the Sun quickly sinking into the sunset over the Koolau Mountains of Kaneohe. This last five to seven mile stretch of highway becomes the place for all; waiting to arrive home after a days work, to silently experience an event undoubtedly taken for granted. Sitting in our bus or car seats as if coerced and held at gunpoint, we are all resigned to watch the Sun set and the sky become dark. This period of time is usually reserved having dinner and watching Joe Moore with the six pm news report.We slowly come to believe the possibility of arriving home after sunset. Some make calls home letting family members know about their predicament along with last minute dinner instructions. Arriving home “after dark”, is usually an indication that we were distracted with errands, which was not descriptive of the ridership here. A highlight to forever stick in my memory is seeing the headlamps of autos in both lanes of this rural community in traffic gridlock as far as the eye could see. Reminicent of Kalakaua Boulevard or Kuhio Avenue; with all of its pedestrian tourists hidden in the glare of the headlamps, in Waimanalo, is an unwelcomed thought but an imagineable one.
The Bus routes impacted by the circumstances were all of the downtown Honolulu routes going eastbound. All routes departing downtown Honolulu heading north through the Koolau mountains to Kailua, Kaneohe and Waimanalo were also affected. Routes 22 and 23 leaving Waimanalo's Sea Life Park and returning to Honolulu by way of East Honolulu also slowed as traffic made its way back to the freeway going west. The time it took for the bus to reach its next stop averaged forty minutes. Bus routes in the 60 numbered series generally made more stops than buses in the 80 numbered series. All of the 80 series express buses
terminated at the park and ride area across of the Ross’s, Costco shopping area. The overall traffic slowed all buses equally and shared in the same amount of travel time.The location of the events of the crime, took place in two residential areas. These areas of eastern Honolulu, during an evening departure from downtown Honolulu had become the final destination of those living in areas on the eastern part of Oahu. This returning population was merely held in a waiting pattern as further investigation into events of the crime were conduced. Drivers were subsequently "released" to continue on. A few feet away, the express lanes going east, would have greatly contributed to lessening commute times for multi-occupancy private vehicles and buses.
The traffic of commuters returning home by way of East Honolulu also slowed as traffic made its way back to the freeway going west. Travel times for buses on the H-1 freeway could possibly have been an hour. The time it took for all of the buses to reach its next stop averaged forty minutes. Bus routes in the 60 numbered series generally made more stops than buses in the 80 numbered series. All of the 80 series express buses terminated at the park and ride area across of the Ross’s, Costco shopping area. The overall traffic slowed all buses equally and on average, all buses shared in the same amount of travel time. The express lanes after the H-1 freeway going east would have greatly contributed to lessening commute times for multi-occupancy vehicles such as buses.
The imposition of the crime affected everyone in downtown Honolulu and directions eastward on that day. Those living in Pearl City and westward endured lessening discomfort as they continued their trip going westward. The population had received the impact in a fairly healthy manner. Buses, although delayed, arrived orderly. Boarding and disembarking was thankfully uneventful. From my perspective, the waiting lines did seem to be longer that usual and made some people double check to see if the bus they were boarding was the correct one.
Inquiry into statistics from events following this crime shows no active investigation is being pursued.Inquiry with the Department of Highways and Transportation of the State of Hawaii, has pointed towards the Department of Highway Planning and Design as the subordinate agency most interested in what happened on that day. The Government of the Honolulu City and County would only have a monitoring function over facilities under their jurisdiction. The City's Bus service, greatly impacted by these events, is not actively highlighting summary of events of that day. Any number of impacts upon their resources, machines, driver corp and ridership is not as yet undergoing any public inquiry or scrutiny. The Honolulu Police Departments information collection and assessment functions would start with the various field reports generated by the individual officers in their various functions. Public wishing to access this resource for information will need to specifically ask for information not exclusive to investigation of the crime. A survey of Patrol Officers leads me to learn that the the traffic event generated as a result of the hijacking was a low priority and expressed minimal reporting describing the traffic situation in Waimanlo. One may only by conjecture assume similar views by officers around the island. This may require waiting for determination to be made as to what information is releasable to the public. These agencies may gather this information through eventual accumulation. Gathering the information most helpful in gaining insight into any frailty of our current city and community design in light of events, is better helped, given the most time available and aside accuracy, done with minimal constraints.
Events impeding traffic have at least two other incidents in the past which resulted in traffic gridlock. One incident was an auto collision on the freeway in the Pearl City Area which slowed the oncoming going home traffic eventually slowing traffic in and around the AlaMoana shopping district and beyond. The events of the highjacking on Ainakoa St took place in the vicinity of Kalani High School and impacted traffic as far away as the Koolau mountain range to the northeastern coastline of Oahu in the communities of Kaneohe, Kailua and Waimanalo. Curiousity exists about how traffic gridlock could have been minimized. A number of issues put in tandem with each other, had served to impede traffic flow and along with rerouting, resulted in traffic accumulating and not dispersing in a timely fashion.
28 April 2011
RD4
I board the bus on Ala Moana Boulevard at Restaurant Row taking me to the stop where I then board the final route 89 bus heading home. The traffic is unusually heavy. The bus is moderately filled and has an atmosphere where talking is taking place and is almost party like. Where it normally takes fifteen minutes for this bus to get to the stop I transfer at, the stop and go of the traffic takes this bus a bit longer to move ahead. When it reaches the inland turn from AlaMoana Boulevard to the start of Alakea Street, one cannot help but notice that the traffic congestion on Alakea Street fills the street for the next two or three blocks ahead. Crossing Queen Street, the cross traffic heading both east and west on Queen Street is also congested and slowly moving as drivers remain cordial in allowing others the right of way. From Ala Moana Boulevard to where I catch my connecting bus, one may time the speed of the traffic by the number of times that the stop signal changes at the numerous intersections the bus passes through. One or two changes of the signal indicates easily moving traffic. Signals changing in five or six cycles indicates that traffic is not moving in a timely manner. The trip normally done in 20 minutes takes almost 45 minutes to complete. [THESIS] What impeded traffic flow and what were the factors which slowed its dispersal?[THESIS]
Some feeling of relief is felt as I am aboard the bus taking me to my final destination.The bus makes its way inland on Alakea Street and crosses Beretania, then turns left on Queen Emma Street and then turns inland, facing north on the start of it's trek up the Pali Highway. The traffic accompanying the bus all exhibit that slowness in moving. The automobiles alongside each other remain cordial and move in courteously cooperating movements. The traffic moved at a snail's pace. As our bus edged foward towards the mountain, the traffic moving both east and west also moved at a very slow rate of speed. Traffic normally moving through the Pali bound corridor experience a easy and speedy pace making its way to the Pali tunnel. This ease and speed was not to be had as traffic going over the Pali slowed its pace. I boarded the route 89 a little after 5pm.. The five mile ride towards the tunnel went beyond an hour but gave the ridership a leisurely ride through the forested scenery making up Nuuanu valley. If one had boarded the bus, he or she had resigned himself or herself to the slowness of the trip due to circumstances. Calling for someone to pick one up with a personally owned car would have only added one more automobile to the congestion and would have been greatly discouraged.
The bus ride within the traffic moved at a very slow rate of speed. The slow movement was somewhat alieviated by traffic departed west or away from the center of the cause, some thirty miles away and over the mountain on the south east side of the island. The passengers on the bus were occupied with viewing the traffic congestion outside and still in wonder about how traffic events in Honolulu could impact the traffic flow, over the Ko'olau Mountains. The Pali tunnel serves a collecting function as all traffic heading over the mountain to the windward side are funneled into two lanes through the tunnel. From the vineyard street area, fed from the west, by the H-1 offramp in the vicinity of the Bishop Museum, and fed from the east, by the H-1 offramp in the vicinity of the Queen's Hospital, automobiles heading north gather from these viaducts, make their way north via its intersection with the Pali Highway and the Nuuanu Avenue. The Pali highway is fed through the many branching streets of Palama, Liliha and Nuuanu, flowing past the historic Oahu Cemetary, northward.
It is after passing Castle Hospital and the State Correctional facilities in Kailua that attention is given the Sun quickly sinking into the sunset over the Koolau Mountains of Kaneohe. This last five to seven mile stretch of highway becomes the place for all; waiting to arrive home after a days work, to silently experience an event undoubtedly taken for granted. Sitting in our bus or car seats as if coerced and held at gunpoint, we are all resigned to watch the Sun set and the sky become dark. This period of time is usually reserved having dinner and watching Joe Moore with the six pm news report.We slowly come to believe the possibility of arriving home after sunset. Some make calls home letting family members know about their predicament along with last minute dinner instructions. Arriving home “after dark”, is usually an indication that we were distracted with errands, which was not descriptive of the ridership here. A highlight to forever stick in my memory is seeing the headlamps of autos in both lanes of this rural community in traffic gridlock as far as the eye could see. Reminicent of Kalakaua Boulevard or Kuhio Avenue; with all of its pedestrian tourists hidden in the glare of the headlamps, in Waimanalo, is an unwelcomed thought but an imagineable one.
The Bus routes impacted by the circumstances were all of the downtown Honolulu routes going eastbound. All routes departing downtown Honolulu heading north through the Koolau mountains to Kailua, Kaneohe and Waimanalo were also affected. Routes 22 and 23 leaving Waimanalo's Sea Life Park and returning to Honolulu by way of East Honolulu also slowed as traffic made its way back to the freeway going west. The time it took for the bus to reach its next stop averaged forty minutes. Bus routes in the 60 numbered series generally made more stops than buses in the 80 numbered series. All of the 80 series express buses
terminated at the park and ride area across of the Ross’s, Costco shopping area. The overall traffic slowed all buses equally and shared in the same amount of travel time.The location of the events of the crime, took place in two residential areas. These areas of eastern Honolulu, during an evening departure from downtown Honolulu had become the final destination of those living in areas on the eastern part of Oahu. This returning population was merely held in a waiting pattern as further investigation into events of the crime were conduced. Drivers were subsequently "released" to continue on. A few feet away, the express lanes going east, would have greatly contributed to lessening commute times for multi-occupancy private vehicles and buses.
The traffic of commuters returning home by way of East Honolulu also slowed as traffic made its way back to the freeway going west. Travel times for buses on the H-1 freeway could possibly have been an hour. The time it took for all of the buses to reach its next stop averaged forty minutes. Bus routes in the 60 numbered series generally made more stops than buses in the 80 numbered series. All of the 80 series express buses terminated at the park and ride area across of the Ross’s, Costco shopping area. The overall traffic slowed all buses equally and on average, all buses shared in the same amount of travel time. The express lanes after the H-1 freeway going east would have greatly contributed to lessening commute times for multi-occupancy vehicles such as buses.
The imposition of the crime affected everyone in downtown Honolulu and directions eastward on that day. Those living in Pearl City and westward endured lessening discomfort as they continued their trip going westward. The population had received the impact in a fairly healthy manner. Buses, although delayed, arrived orderly. Boarding and disembarking was thankfully uneventful. From my perspective, the waiting lines did seem to be longer that usual and made some people double check to see if the bus they were boarding was the correct one.
Inquiry into statistics from events following this crime shows no active investigation is being pursued.Inquiry with the Department of Highways and Transportation of the State of Hawaii, has pointed towards the Department of Highway Planning and Design as the subordinate agency most interested in what happened on that day. The Government of the Honolulu City and County would only have a monitoring function over facilities under their jurisdiction. The City's Bus service, greatly impacted by these events, is not actively highlighting summary of events of that day. Any number of impacts upon their resources, machines, driver corp and ridership is not as yet undergoing any public inquiry or scrutiny. The Honolulu Police Departments information collection and assessment functions would start with the various field reports generated by the individual officers in their various functions. Public wishing to access this resource for information will need to specifically ask for information not exclusive to investigation of the crime. A survey of Patrol Officers leads me to learn that the the traffic event generated as a result of the hijacking was a low priority and expressed minimal reporting describing the traffic situation in Waimanlo. One may only by conjecture assume similar views by officers around the island. This may require waiting for determination to be made as to what information is releasable to the public. These agencies may gather this information through eventual accumulation. Gathering the information most helpful in gaining insight into any frailty of our current city and community design in light of events, is better helped, given the most time available and aside accuracy, done with minimal constraints.
Events impeding traffic have at least two other incidents in the past which resulted in traffic gridlock. One incident was an auto collision on the freeway in the Pearl City Area which slowed the oncoming going home traffic eventually slowing traffic in and around the AlaMoana shopping district and beyond. The events of the highjacking on Ainakoa St took place in the vicinity of Kalani High School and impacted traffic as far away as the Koolau mountain range to the northeastern coastline of Oahu in the communities of Kaneohe, Kailua and Waimanalo. Curiousity exists about how traffic gridlock could have been minimized. A number of issues put in tandem with each other, had served to impede traffic flow and along with rerouting, resulted in traffic accumulating and not dispersing in a timely fashion.
Monday, March 14, 2011
FD3 - For greater transparency
Robert Akau
April 6, 2011
FD#3
My upbringing is exposure, of new, unusual, pleasant and sometimes unpleasant experiences. To a great extent, my parents are the ones I usually look up to to point me in the direction helping me to cope with learning about life. In hindsight, I look back nostalgically, and reminisce, as being happy days. At times I may also look upon those days as the “dog” days of my life. I remember the horrid times and events, which made me cringe at remembering those events. In this part of life, my recall includes family members, cousins, neighbors, working peers and friends. These are the other participants in the events I recall as “the good old days”, or the triggers of my bad memories. [THESIS]Eventually, my road to competency unfolds before me, fraught with steps and choices, which if done in an orderly fashion, is rewarding[THESIS].
My childhood, burdensome and long, is looked upon as the foundation making up my personality formation. These are the years in which my life experiences accumulate. Some memories are more pleasant than others. Some memories are best kept under wraps and forgotten. Most memories serve as guides in reminding me what is life affirming and happy. Play with my neighbors and cousins provided early experiences with socialization. They became my very first and loyal friends. As neighborhoods mature, our contact as playmates lessen until we learn the conventional ways of neighbors in the neighborhood. Cousins remain and are time markers throughout life. In community events, my parents introduced me to, adults again are given implicit positions of influence and authority. Another source of training and upbringing is established. Childhood years become our reference sources as we become parents and adults in influential responsibilities.
Family, acquaintances, friends, and events, make up the numerous encounters shaping my personality. In all of my experiences, some negative and positive, influenced me in understanding or knowing what is productive and what detracts from positive outcomes. My career experiences yield both positive and constructive lessons as well as negative lessons, taken with a “grain of salt”(credits). Various experiences in the area of employment exposed me to various traits of human behavior, I soon give credit with my understanding of human nature. In elementary school, my teachers instructed me in what eventually will help us cope with the world. Neighbors offer a parent-like presence, their children offering unstructured recreation are part of my learning process. Social affiliations such as church, neighborhood and community lend itself to more sources of peer, authoritative, role modelling which affects my personal development.
My work experiences added together with my life experiences external to the world of work and influenced by the financial compensation gained from work, helped to define my identify. I identify myself by the title which goes with the paid position ascribed to me and the level of skill I’ve attained while in attendance to the work responsibilities given to me. The hallmark of "arriving", or attaining a level of competency, is when we are depended upon as contributors to our community. Those around us, look to us, to deliver or create resources which influence outcomes beneficial to family and community. Eventually, I come to realize that I have responsibility to myself to have a constructive impact upon myself and to an extent upon my family. Secondarily, I have a responsibility to community. This is an implied responsibility to help influence community safety, security, and benefit.(credited to external sources).
Now comes the reality. As we grow and mature, our parents gradually become to a lesser extent our source of training and guidance. At its latest, they become the aged and fragile. They soon require our attention giving us responsibilities as caretaker. It is at this point in which, we stand alone. It is this event, wholly unrecognized as a stage of maturation, we unceremoniously take center stage, in this drama that we call life. By this time, our parents have totally exhausted their formerly unending amount of knowledge, admonition, and chastisement and now participate in life as mere spectators. They witness the goings on of the various families as they’ve come to be, and may only show approval of, or disdain for what has transpired before them. Our sense of community once recognized us as secondary in the world of caretakers of our community. Over time, we are elevated to central contributor to the makeup of our community. At a certain point, we are in center stage. There is no one older in a position of productivity.
Growing to recognize changes taking place around me, initially meets with ambivalence, hostility, adversity and reluctance on my part. I find myself creating "lip service", as a way of bringing myself to realize reality. "lip service", is the term applied in a critical manner to my response to particular challenges presented to me, which results in a repulsive response, or refusal to accept reality. My realization is fed to me by the way my co-workers, supervisors and others in positions of influence respond or react to behaviors I exhibit. At times, reality checks come by others taking stands in responses where I would feel none was necessary. Over time, acceptance tells me that, this response is present and will always be present. The most relevant resource keeping me grounded in reality would be those I am always in contact with at work and in social settings. Always having contact with others in social settings, work, courses of learning, become the new way of exposure to life external to me.
Coming up "below par", is an expression taken from the sport of golf. This is an illustration of shortcoming or deficiency, which is "good" for golf scoring but for this work, is given a negative connotation.
Everything I learned from my parents and learned during my formative years, initially make me who I am. At my peak productive years, lack of proficiency become my sensitive or sore spot, and must now be accepted as making up who I am. As shown in Scott Russell Sanders work, "Under the Influence", I am easily influenced by those older in both explicit and implicit authority. Over time and realization, hindsight tells me that certain influences in my life perhaps lead me in "mechanical" behavior, not helpful in developing productive ways. I am often concluding that my behaviors in life choices, situations and career choices happen because of ways learned in upbringing. This is called "knee jerk reflex". Knee jerk reflexes are impulsive ways I respond, and to which external observers would easily remark, "that was to be expected from you". Aiming to be of benefit to oneself and community is what I look for.
The process of growing into competence is lengthy. Maturing is rewarding, having resources at hand and available.
Sources available & used:
Russell Sanders, "Under the Influence", Writing True , S.Weir, Boston, Houghton Mifflin, 2006, 237-250.
Michael Agnes, editor-in-chief, Webster's New Dictionary and Thesaurus, 2002, Wiley, Cleveland.
List of Completed Activities
__L_ Mar. 3- Intro to Paper #3: Personal Essay.
__L_ Mar. 7- Complete readings: all of chapter 12.
__X_ Mar. 10- Laulima Discussion 1: “Chimera“
_X_ Mar. 14- Laulima Discussion 2: “Notes of a Native Speaker“
_L_ Mar. 16- Laulima Discussion 3: “Under the Influence“
_L_ Mar. 18- Laulima Discussion 4: “Being Brians“
_L_ Mar. 29- Laulima Discussion 5: “Warring Memories“ and “Snakebit“
_X_ Apr. 1- RD3 due [50 pts]
_X__ Apr. 4- Submit three RD3 evaluations. [50 pts] Review the guidelines.
_X__ Apr. 6 - FD3 due [125 pts] You can submit it anytime during this period
April 6, 2011
FD#3
My upbringing is exposure, of new, unusual, pleasant and sometimes unpleasant experiences. To a great extent, my parents are the ones I usually look up to to point me in the direction helping me to cope with learning about life. In hindsight, I look back nostalgically, and reminisce, as being happy days. At times I may also look upon those days as the “dog” days of my life. I remember the horrid times and events, which made me cringe at remembering those events. In this part of life, my recall includes family members, cousins, neighbors, working peers and friends. These are the other participants in the events I recall as “the good old days”, or the triggers of my bad memories. [THESIS]Eventually, my road to competency unfolds before me, fraught with steps and choices, which if done in an orderly fashion, is rewarding[THESIS].
My childhood, burdensome and long, is looked upon as the foundation making up my personality formation. These are the years in which my life experiences accumulate. Some memories are more pleasant than others. Some memories are best kept under wraps and forgotten. Most memories serve as guides in reminding me what is life affirming and happy. Play with my neighbors and cousins provided early experiences with socialization. They became my very first and loyal friends. As neighborhoods mature, our contact as playmates lessen until we learn the conventional ways of neighbors in the neighborhood. Cousins remain and are time markers throughout life. In community events, my parents introduced me to, adults again are given implicit positions of influence and authority. Another source of training and upbringing is established. Childhood years become our reference sources as we become parents and adults in influential responsibilities.
Family, acquaintances, friends, and events, make up the numerous encounters shaping my personality. In all of my experiences, some negative and positive, influenced me in understanding or knowing what is productive and what detracts from positive outcomes. My career experiences yield both positive and constructive lessons as well as negative lessons, taken with a “grain of salt”(credits). Various experiences in the area of employment exposed me to various traits of human behavior, I soon give credit with my understanding of human nature. In elementary school, my teachers instructed me in what eventually will help us cope with the world. Neighbors offer a parent-like presence, their children offering unstructured recreation are part of my learning process. Social affiliations such as church, neighborhood and community lend itself to more sources of peer, authoritative, role modelling which affects my personal development.
My work experiences added together with my life experiences external to the world of work and influenced by the financial compensation gained from work, helped to define my identify. I identify myself by the title which goes with the paid position ascribed to me and the level of skill I’ve attained while in attendance to the work responsibilities given to me. The hallmark of "arriving", or attaining a level of competency, is when we are depended upon as contributors to our community. Those around us, look to us, to deliver or create resources which influence outcomes beneficial to family and community. Eventually, I come to realize that I have responsibility to myself to have a constructive impact upon myself and to an extent upon my family. Secondarily, I have a responsibility to community. This is an implied responsibility to help influence community safety, security, and benefit.(credited to external sources).
Now comes the reality. As we grow and mature, our parents gradually become to a lesser extent our source of training and guidance. At its latest, they become the aged and fragile. They soon require our attention giving us responsibilities as caretaker. It is at this point in which, we stand alone. It is this event, wholly unrecognized as a stage of maturation, we unceremoniously take center stage, in this drama that we call life. By this time, our parents have totally exhausted their formerly unending amount of knowledge, admonition, and chastisement and now participate in life as mere spectators. They witness the goings on of the various families as they’ve come to be, and may only show approval of, or disdain for what has transpired before them. Our sense of community once recognized us as secondary in the world of caretakers of our community. Over time, we are elevated to central contributor to the makeup of our community. At a certain point, we are in center stage. There is no one older in a position of productivity.
Growing to recognize changes taking place around me, initially meets with ambivalence, hostility, adversity and reluctance on my part. I find myself creating "lip service", as a way of bringing myself to realize reality. "lip service", is the term applied in a critical manner to my response to particular challenges presented to me, which results in a repulsive response, or refusal to accept reality. My realization is fed to me by the way my co-workers, supervisors and others in positions of influence respond or react to behaviors I exhibit. At times, reality checks come by others taking stands in responses where I would feel none was necessary. Over time, acceptance tells me that, this response is present and will always be present. The most relevant resource keeping me grounded in reality would be those I am always in contact with at work and in social settings. Always having contact with others in social settings, work, courses of learning, become the new way of exposure to life external to me.
Coming up "below par", is an expression taken from the sport of golf. This is an illustration of shortcoming or deficiency, which is "good" for golf scoring but for this work, is given a negative connotation.
Everything I learned from my parents and learned during my formative years, initially make me who I am. At my peak productive years, lack of proficiency become my sensitive or sore spot, and must now be accepted as making up who I am. As shown in Scott Russell Sanders work, "Under the Influence", I am easily influenced by those older in both explicit and implicit authority. Over time and realization, hindsight tells me that certain influences in my life perhaps lead me in "mechanical" behavior, not helpful in developing productive ways. I am often concluding that my behaviors in life choices, situations and career choices happen because of ways learned in upbringing. This is called "knee jerk reflex". Knee jerk reflexes are impulsive ways I respond, and to which external observers would easily remark, "that was to be expected from you". Aiming to be of benefit to oneself and community is what I look for.
The process of growing into competence is lengthy. Maturing is rewarding, having resources at hand and available.
Sources available & used:
Russell Sanders, "Under the Influence", Writing True , S.Weir, Boston, Houghton Mifflin, 2006, 237-250.
Michael Agnes, editor-in-chief, Webster's New Dictionary and Thesaurus, 2002, Wiley, Cleveland.
List of Completed Activities
__L_ Mar. 3- Intro to Paper #3: Personal Essay.
__L_ Mar. 7- Complete readings: all of chapter 12.
__X_ Mar. 10- Laulima Discussion 1: “Chimera“
_X_ Mar. 14- Laulima Discussion 2: “Notes of a Native Speaker“
_L_ Mar. 16- Laulima Discussion 3: “Under the Influence“
_L_ Mar. 18- Laulima Discussion 4: “Being Brians“
_L_ Mar. 29- Laulima Discussion 5: “Warring Memories“ and “Snakebit“
_X_ Apr. 1- RD3 due [50 pts]
_X__ Apr. 4- Submit three RD3 evaluations. [50 pts] Review the guidelines.
_X__ Apr. 6 - FD3 due [125 pts] You can submit it anytime during this period
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
RD3 - Creative Nonfiction - Coming Up Short
Robert Akau
March 31, 2011
RD#3
My upbringing, is exposure of new, unusual pleasant and sometimes upleasant experiences. To a great extent, my parents are the ones I usually look up to to point me in the direction helping me to cope with learning about life. In hindsight I look back nostalgically and reminisce as being happy days. At times I may also look upon those days as the “dog” days of my life. I remember the horrid times and events which made me cringe at remembering those events. In this part of life my recall includes family members, cousins, neighbors, working peers and friends. These are the other participants in the events I recall as “the good old days”, or the triggers of my bad memories. [THESIS]Eventually, my road to competency unfolds before me, fraught with steps and choices, which if done in an orderly fashion, is rewarding[THESIS].
My childhood, burdensome and long, is looked upon as the foundation making up my personality formation. These are the years in which my life experiences accumulate. Some memories are more pleasant than others. Some memories are best kept under wraps and forgotten. Most memories serve as guides in reminding me what is life affirming and happy. Play with my neighbors and cousins provided early experiences with socialization. They became my very first and loyal friends. As neighborhoods mature, our contact as playmates lessen until we learn the conventional ways of neighbors in the neighborhood. Cousins remain and are time markers throughout life. In socialization processes, my parents introduced me to, adults again are given implicit positions of influence and authority. Another source of training and upbringing is established. Childhood years become our reference sources as we become parents and adults in influencial responsibilities.
Family, acquaintances, friends, and events, make up the numerous encounters shaping my personality. In all of my experiences in life, some negative and positive incidents, influences me in understanding or knowing what helps me along productively and what detracts from positive outcomes. My career experiences yield a cumulative field of experiences both positive and constructive as well as negative and taken with a “grain of salt”(credits). Various experiences in the area of employment exposed me to various traits of human behavior, I soon give credit with my understanding of human nature. In elementary school, my teachers instructed me in what eventually will help us cope with the world. Neighbors offer a parent-like presence, their children offering unstructured recreation are part of my learning process. Social affiliations such as church, neighborhood and community lend itself to more sources of peer, authoritative, role modelling which affects my personal development.
My work experiences added together with my life experiences external to the world of work and influenced by the financial compensation gained from work, helped to define my identify. I identify myself by the title which goes with the paid position ascribed to me and the level of skill I’ve attained while in attendance to the work responsibilities given to me. The hallmark of "arriving", or attaining a level of competency, is when we are depended upon as contributors to our community. Those around us, look to us, to deliver or create resources which influence outcomes beneficial to family and community. Eventually, I come to realize that I have responsibiltiy to myself to have a constructive impact upon myself and to an extent upon my family. Secondarily, I have a responsibility to Community. This is an implied responsibility to help influence community safety, security, and benefit.(credited to external sources).
Now comes the reality. As we grow and mature, our parents gradually become to a lesser extent our source of training and guidance. At its latest, they become old, frail, and soon require our attention soon to give us responsibilities as caretaker. It is at this point at which we stand alone.It is this event, wholly unrecognized as a stage of maturation, we unceremoniously take center stage in this drama that we call life. By this time, our parents have totally exhausted their formerly unending amount of knowledge, admonition, and chastisement and now participate in life as mere spectators. They witness the goings on of the various families as they’ve come to be, and may only show approval of, or disdain for what has transpired before them. Our sense of community once recognized us as secondary in the world of caretakers of our community. Over time, we are elevated to central contributor to the makeup of our community. At a certain point, we are in center stage. There is no one older in a position of productivity.
Growing to recognize changes taking place around me, initially meets with ambivalence, hostility, adversity and reluctance on my part. I find myself creating "lip service", as a way of bringing myself to realize reality. "lip service", is the term applied in a critical manner to the responses of others to particular challenges presented to me, which results in a repulsive response, or refusal to accept reality. My realization is fed to me by the way my co-workers, supervisors and others in positions of influence respond or react to behaviors I exhibit. At times, reality checks come by others taking stands in responses where I would feel none was necessary. Over time, acceptance tells me that, this response is present and will always be present. The most relevant resource keeping me grounded in reality would be those I am always in contact with at work and in social settings. Always having contact with others in social settings, work, courses of learning, become the new way of exposure to life external to me.
Coming up "below par", is an expression taken from the sport of golf. This is an illustration of shortcoming or deficiency, which is "good" for golf scoring but for this work, carries a negative connotation.
Everything I learned from my parents and learned during my formative years, initially make me who I am. At my peak productive years, lack of proficiency become my sensitive or sore spot, and must now be accepted as making up who I am. As shown in Scott Russell Sanders work, "Under the Influence", I am easily influenced by those older in both explicit and implicit authority. Over time and realization, hindsight tells me that certain influences in my life perhaps lead me in "mechanical" behavior, not helpful in developing productive ways. I am often concluding that my behaviors in life choices, situations and career choices happen because of ways learned in upbringing. This is called "knee jerk reflex". Knee jerk reflexes are impulsive ways I respond, and to which external observers would easily remark, "that was to be expected from you". Aiming to be of benefit to oneself and community is what I look for.
The process of growing into competence is lengthy. Maturing is rewarding, having resources at hand and available.
Sources cited:
Russell Sanders, "Under the Influence", Writing True , S.Weir, Boston, Houghton Mifflin, 2006, p237-250.
March 31, 2011
RD#3
My upbringing, is exposure of new, unusual pleasant and sometimes upleasant experiences. To a great extent, my parents are the ones I usually look up to to point me in the direction helping me to cope with learning about life. In hindsight I look back nostalgically and reminisce as being happy days. At times I may also look upon those days as the “dog” days of my life. I remember the horrid times and events which made me cringe at remembering those events. In this part of life my recall includes family members, cousins, neighbors, working peers and friends. These are the other participants in the events I recall as “the good old days”, or the triggers of my bad memories. [THESIS]Eventually, my road to competency unfolds before me, fraught with steps and choices, which if done in an orderly fashion, is rewarding[THESIS].
My childhood, burdensome and long, is looked upon as the foundation making up my personality formation. These are the years in which my life experiences accumulate. Some memories are more pleasant than others. Some memories are best kept under wraps and forgotten. Most memories serve as guides in reminding me what is life affirming and happy. Play with my neighbors and cousins provided early experiences with socialization. They became my very first and loyal friends. As neighborhoods mature, our contact as playmates lessen until we learn the conventional ways of neighbors in the neighborhood. Cousins remain and are time markers throughout life. In socialization processes, my parents introduced me to, adults again are given implicit positions of influence and authority. Another source of training and upbringing is established. Childhood years become our reference sources as we become parents and adults in influencial responsibilities.
Family, acquaintances, friends, and events, make up the numerous encounters shaping my personality. In all of my experiences in life, some negative and positive incidents, influences me in understanding or knowing what helps me along productively and what detracts from positive outcomes. My career experiences yield a cumulative field of experiences both positive and constructive as well as negative and taken with a “grain of salt”(credits). Various experiences in the area of employment exposed me to various traits of human behavior, I soon give credit with my understanding of human nature. In elementary school, my teachers instructed me in what eventually will help us cope with the world. Neighbors offer a parent-like presence, their children offering unstructured recreation are part of my learning process. Social affiliations such as church, neighborhood and community lend itself to more sources of peer, authoritative, role modelling which affects my personal development.
My work experiences added together with my life experiences external to the world of work and influenced by the financial compensation gained from work, helped to define my identify. I identify myself by the title which goes with the paid position ascribed to me and the level of skill I’ve attained while in attendance to the work responsibilities given to me. The hallmark of "arriving", or attaining a level of competency, is when we are depended upon as contributors to our community. Those around us, look to us, to deliver or create resources which influence outcomes beneficial to family and community. Eventually, I come to realize that I have responsibiltiy to myself to have a constructive impact upon myself and to an extent upon my family. Secondarily, I have a responsibility to Community. This is an implied responsibility to help influence community safety, security, and benefit.(credited to external sources).
Now comes the reality. As we grow and mature, our parents gradually become to a lesser extent our source of training and guidance. At its latest, they become old, frail, and soon require our attention soon to give us responsibilities as caretaker. It is at this point at which we stand alone.It is this event, wholly unrecognized as a stage of maturation, we unceremoniously take center stage in this drama that we call life. By this time, our parents have totally exhausted their formerly unending amount of knowledge, admonition, and chastisement and now participate in life as mere spectators. They witness the goings on of the various families as they’ve come to be, and may only show approval of, or disdain for what has transpired before them. Our sense of community once recognized us as secondary in the world of caretakers of our community. Over time, we are elevated to central contributor to the makeup of our community. At a certain point, we are in center stage. There is no one older in a position of productivity.
Growing to recognize changes taking place around me, initially meets with ambivalence, hostility, adversity and reluctance on my part. I find myself creating "lip service", as a way of bringing myself to realize reality. "lip service", is the term applied in a critical manner to the responses of others to particular challenges presented to me, which results in a repulsive response, or refusal to accept reality. My realization is fed to me by the way my co-workers, supervisors and others in positions of influence respond or react to behaviors I exhibit. At times, reality checks come by others taking stands in responses where I would feel none was necessary. Over time, acceptance tells me that, this response is present and will always be present. The most relevant resource keeping me grounded in reality would be those I am always in contact with at work and in social settings. Always having contact with others in social settings, work, courses of learning, become the new way of exposure to life external to me.
Coming up "below par", is an expression taken from the sport of golf. This is an illustration of shortcoming or deficiency, which is "good" for golf scoring but for this work, carries a negative connotation.
Everything I learned from my parents and learned during my formative years, initially make me who I am. At my peak productive years, lack of proficiency become my sensitive or sore spot, and must now be accepted as making up who I am. As shown in Scott Russell Sanders work, "Under the Influence", I am easily influenced by those older in both explicit and implicit authority. Over time and realization, hindsight tells me that certain influences in my life perhaps lead me in "mechanical" behavior, not helpful in developing productive ways. I am often concluding that my behaviors in life choices, situations and career choices happen because of ways learned in upbringing. This is called "knee jerk reflex". Knee jerk reflexes are impulsive ways I respond, and to which external observers would easily remark, "that was to be expected from you". Aiming to be of benefit to oneself and community is what I look for.
The process of growing into competence is lengthy. Maturing is rewarding, having resources at hand and available.
Sources cited:
Russell Sanders, "Under the Influence", Writing True , S.Weir, Boston, Houghton Mifflin, 2006, p237-250.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
2211 South Beretania is Foundational
Robert Akau
FD2
02 March 2011 Hearken back to a time when 2211 South Beretania Street was a 2 way, tree shaded street having picket fenced homes on both sides. Moiliili ball park was a neighborhood place where the children of the community often went to play. Star Market was a designers dream as yet undiscovered. The Honolulu Stadium on King Street was the landmark of the day, with its majestic wood structure and dusty fields where baseball and football were played, sporting celebrity teams of the day visiting via the weekly arriving passenger liners of those days. She recalls a youth living with a sister at Grandma's house, along with Uncle Doiron. Uncle Doiron had also completed studies at McKinley in 1939. Aunt Lydia did the same until her graduation in the later 1940's. [Thesis] Mom's upbringing at 2211 Beretania Street was the foundation of her maturation.[Thesis]
Grandma, her mother, was a working person who often found herself working long hours and had relegated care and custody of her children, duties of mother to the care of Great grandma. The arrangement made Uncle Doiron the ruling male and assisting disciplinarian under Great grandma. Great grandma, was best remembered as having been employed in the court during the monarchial era. Uncle Doiron had the fortune of being one of nine children, which in the days before television seemed to have been common among families. Uncle Doiron's siblings were numerous and afforded Mom a smorgasbord of role models from which to learn about life. As was common of those times, their children were numerous. Mom was the eldest among her cousins by approximately 10 years. Lono was the shortened version of her given name, and was always addressed as such. To this day, an unfamiliar phone call addressing mother as Lono would quickly be responded to with inquiry about the caller’s family then quickly passed to Mom.
She had completed schooling prescribed by convention at the time. Her years at McKinley had helped her preparation for what her future held for her. She held part-time work for a photographer who did much work documenting Honolulu and often relegated to us how she would help process the photo negatives for the photographer and how the photographers coverage of the events of Pearl Harbor resulting in an extensive amount of negatives was a regretfully missed opportunity to collect negatives now a memory lost to time. Her memory recalls her employment with Hawaiian Airlines then called Inter-Island Air, as a clerk. It was at about this time of her life in which she would meet the man who would become her husband and our father. Clerical work at the State Hospital in Kaneohe, often found her taking me along, on the HRT bus into town, then catching a taxi, having flat but spacious unbelted bench seats, for a long, scenic trip, through banana fields in Kaneohe. Later, more convenient employment as a state government telephone directory assistance worker eased the travel and relocated her to the building at King and Punchbowl Street, which afforded an easily accessable rooftop, providing view of downtown Honolulu. The state government eventually moved into a new building on the block of Beretania, Richards, Hotel and Punchbowl Streets and relocated her there.Presentation of two children close in birth order gave mother practice in the new and unexplored world of child rearing. In younger years, many learned about child care and rearing, by supervising younger cousins and siblings. When we came along, this issue became constant and promised unyielding responsibilities for which I am greatly indebted to Mom for, in helping to raise us. Many opportunities afforded Mom training and experience in day to day chores required in our upkeep, which she performed unhurriedly.
There was a hiatus given to Mom for about ten years, allowing her rest, recuperation and respite for the ordeal of raising two of us. Bye and bye the next 10 years welcomed three more additional children into the family. This time, Mom had assistant runners to get various items involved in child care. During this time it was determined more prudent to vacate her employment responsibilities and turn to full time child care. As it was generally accepted that children have a healthier upbringing with a parent constantly present, Mom decided on a stay at home occupation. Dad would have the honored title of sole bread winner which was conventional for that era. The family was qualified to use the food-stamp system. Mom did seek assistance of food stamps and used us to collect bottles for the deposit money. This generation generally was better at school work and participating in extracurricular activities, purportedly due to Mom being in attendance.
The early years of my upbringing found myself living at the Manoa Army Housing complex. It was at about this period of consciousness, my recollected memory commences. Home, was a 1 bedroom, studio styled single family dwelling, which was one of many box styled homes created for returning veterans of world war 2 and the Korean War. I recall window blinds with pull strings used to uniformly turn horizontal blinds into various horizontal positions to vary the amount of light, or minimize the amount of light into the room. I learned of Mom's boundless ability to forgive, when once I went out on our front porch, and seeing a recently delivered gallon of fresh milk, I attempted to carry it into the house. The bottle at that time was about half of my height. As weighty as it was it tipped off of the porch and to the concrete below. It's crash was, to me, as traumatic as a California earthquake, if I had been through one. My recollection of moving from Manoa Army Housing to Pu'unui is minimal to non-existant
Pu'unui is in the always shaded area of upper Liliha. From the Pu'unui Park going in the direction of Nu'uanu Valley, it wasn't too far till one came to the fence bordering the country club and golf course. The street was a dead ended street.Tall eucalyptus trees shaded the yard on which sat a large rough hewn lumbered house, painted in city park, picnic table green. This house had an unconventional back entryway with a long stair case having storage space on both sides. This house provided opportunity to practice storage space organization, which for a young couple, seemed to be a hinderance than an advantage.
Relocation to Waimanalo, saw the arrival of my younger sister and 2 other brothers. This period of life found us distanced from the life of downtown Honolulu, and afforded greater opportunity to explore and entertain ourselves in this rural environment. Besides exploring the extensive brush, we children experienced animal raising and learned about animal care. Mom was the stalwart pillar of learning about rural living and was usually the leader in retrieving our wayward pony who would often leave the yard for the company of other horses in the neighboring tall grasses.
Mom, as was her sister, were early examples of a latchkey upbringing. Her mother, singularly occupied with employment, was somewhat still a youngster herself, needing to come to terms with her own maturity. Grandma, or from my viewpoint, great grandma, provided a welcome relief as caretaker and parent to Mom. Her Mom, as a new parent felt welcomed respite immersed in the world of employment. Child rearing, to an extent, unfullfiling, causes her mother to seek relief by asking Great grandma for help. Great grandma was, the often present source of upbringing wisdom. Mom therefore, had received guidance rooted, in a generation earlier. Mom relates peer related activities, such as being welcomed to join McKinley’s swimming team. Home duties imposed by Great grandma, requiring her presence at home, somewhat discouraged her from participating. Wonderment to this day as to what could have resulted from this persuit, often returns. Uncle Doiron as 2nd disciplinarian, coming up in conversation always becomes a source of amusement, as he was often looked upon as a wayward brother. An often recurring story, is how attempting corporeal discipline, always resulted in a game of tag around the house, until, observing their running direction through the understructure of the house he would easily intercept them. This would cause them to cry out for Great grandma’s intervention. This upbringing often showed itself in her later years as a young couple, parent of children and grandparent. In her community participation, an explorational, adventuresome side often appeared. In her advisement to the next generation, there was often encouragement to explore and never accept anything at face value.
Outside the home, Mom participated in community service in varying ways. Kaumakapili Congregational church was attended by generations of her family, and found most of her cousins, uncles and aunts affiliated with the church. The church kept Hawaiian cultural practices alive.The Hongwanji Luau during the 60's found mom deeply involved with various parts of the project. The Waimanalo Homestead Association gained my mom and dads loyal participation due to being residents of the community. The Kamehameha Schools Band Booster Club gained Mom as a loyal participant due to participation of the last three children in attendance at the Kamehameha Schools. Current outreach projects with the Liliuokalani Children's Center has Mom as a loyal participant in activities to promote community awareness and outreach.
The extent to which her family and surroundings supported her upbringing, gave her learning experience with which to face the future.
Log of Completed Activities
_x_ Feb. 4 – Intro to paper #2: Portraits
_x_ Feb. 7- Complete readings – all of chap. 13. Optional: “Cucarachas” by Madeline Sonik.
L_ Feb. 10- Laulima Discussion: Portraits by Lee and Simic.
Outside the home, Mom participated in community service in varying ways. Kaumakapili Congregational church was attended by generations of her family, and found most of her cousins, uncles and aunts affiliated with the church. The church kept Hawaiian cultural practices alive.The Hongwanji Luau during the 60's found mom deeply involved with various parts of the project. The Waimanalo Homestead Association gained my mom and dads loyal participation due to being residents of the community. The Kamehameha Schools Band Booster Club gained Mom as a loyal participant due to participation of the last three children in attendance at the Kamehameha Schools. Current outreach projects with the Liliuokalani Children's Center has Mom as a loyal participant in activities to promote community awareness and outreach.
The extent to which her family and surroundings supported her upbringing, gave her learning experience with which to face the future.
Log of Completed Activities
_x_ Feb. 4 – Intro to paper #2: Portraits
_x_ Feb. 7- Complete readings – all of chap. 13. Optional: “Cucarachas” by Madeline Sonik.
L_ Feb. 10- Laulima Discussion: Portraits by Lee and Simic.
_L_ Feb. 14- Laulima Discussion: Portraits by Steinbach and Toth
_L_ Feb. 18- Laulima Posting: Sample from Your Portrait.
_x_ Feb. 25- RD2 due [50 pts] Review the guidelines.
_x_ Feb. 28- Submit three RD2 evaluations. [50 pts] Review the guidelines.
_x_ Mar. 2- FD2 due [125 pts] Review the guidelines.
Friday, February 25, 2011
The Era Following Life at 2211 South Beretania Street
Robert Akau
RD2
24 February 2011 The Era Following Life at 2211 South Beretania Street
Hearken back to a time when 2211 Beretania Street was a 2 way, tree shaded street having picket fenced homes on both sides. Moiliili ball park was a neighborhood place where the children of the community often went to play. Star Market was a designers dream as yet undiscovered. The Honolulu Stadium on King Street was the landmark of the day, with its majestic wood structure and dusty fields where baseball and football were played, sporting celebrity teams of the day visiting via the weekly arriving passenger liners of those days. She recalls a youth living with a sister at Grandma's house, along with Uncle Doiron. Uncle Doiron had also completed studies at McKinley in 1939. Aunt Lydia did the same until her graduation in the later 1940's. [Thesis] Mom's upbringing at 2211 Beretania Street was the foundation of her maturation.[Thesis]
Grandma, her mother, was a working person who often found herself working long hours and had relegated care and custody of her children, duties of mother to the care of Great grandma. The arrangement made Uncle Doiron the ruling male and assisting disciplinarian under Great grandma. Great grandma, was best remembered as having been employed in the court during the monarchial era. Uncle Doiron had the fortune of being one of nine children, which in the days before television seemed to have been common amount of children in families. Uncle Doiron's siblings were numerous and afforded Mom a smorgasbord of role models from which to learn about life. As was common of those times, their children were numerous. Mom was the eldest among her cousins by approximately 10 years. Lono was the shortened version of her given name, and was always addressed as such. To this day, an unfamiliar phone call addressing mother as Lono would quickly be responded to with inquiry about the callers family then quickly passed to Mom.
She had completed schooling prescribed by convention at the time. Her years at McKinley had helped her preparation for what her future held for her. She held part-time work for a photographer who did much work documenting Honolulu and often relegated to us how she would help process the photo negatives for the photographer and how the photographers coverage of the events of Pearl Harbor resulting in an extensive amount of negatives was a regretfully missed opportunity to collect negatives now a memory lost to time. Her memory recalls her employment with Hawaiian Airlines then called Inter-Island Air, as a clerk. It was at about this time of her life in which she would meet the man who would become her husband and our father. Clerical work at the State Hospital in Kaneohe, often found her taking me along, on the HRT bus into town, then catching a taxi to travel to Kaneohe. Later, more convenient employment as a state government telephone directory assistance worker eased the travel and relocated her to the building at King and Punchbowl Street. The state government eventually moved into a new building on the block of Beretania, Richards, Hotel and Punchbowl Streets and relocated her there until retirement.
Presentation of two children close in birth order gave mother practice in the new and unexplored world of child rearing. In younger years, many learn about child care and rearing by watching younger cousins and siblings for our uncles and aunts. When we came along, this issue became constant and promised unending responsibilities for which I am greatly indebted to Mom for, in helping to raise us. Many opportunities afforded Mom training and experience in day to day chores required the upkeep of children.
There was a hiatus given to Mom for about ten years, allowing her rest, recuperation and respite for the ordeal of raising two of us. Bye and bye the next 10 years welcomed three more additional children into the family. This time, Mom had assistant runners to get various items involved in child care. During this time it was determined more prudent to vacate her employment responsibilities and turn to full time child care. As it was generally accepted that children have a healthier upbringing with a parent constantly present, Mom decided on a stay at home occupation. Dad would have the honored title of sole bread winner which was conventional for that era. The family was qualified to use the food-stamp system. Mom did seek assistance of food stamps and used us to collect bottles for the deposit money. This generation generally was better at school work and participating in extracurricular activities, purportedly due to Mom being in attendance.
The early years of my upbringing found myself living at the Manoa Army Housing complex. It was at about this period of consciousness, my recollected memory commences. Home, was a 1 bedroom, studio styled single family dwelling, which was one of many box styled homes created for returning veterans of world war 2 and the Korean War. I recall window blinds with pull strings used to in unison turn horizontal blinds into various horizontal positions to vary the amount of light, or minimize the amount of light into the room. I learned of Mom's boundless ability to forgive, when once I went out on our front porch, and seeing a recently delivered gallon of fresh milk, I attempted to carry it into the house. The bottle at that time was about half of my height. As weighty as it was it tipped off of the porch and to the concrete below. It's crash was, to me, as traumatic as a California earthquake, if I had been through one. My recollection of moving from Manoa Army Housing to Pu'unui is minimal to non-existant. At this period of life my sister and I were the children on board.
Arrival into Waimanalo saw the arrival of my younger sister and 2 other brothers. This period of life found us distanced from the life of downtown Honolulu, and afforded greater opportunity to explore this rural environment. We children experienced animal raising and learned about animal care. Mom was still the stalwart pillar of learning about rural living and was usually the leader in retrieving our wayward pony who would often leave the yard for the company of other horses in the neighboring tall grasses.
Kaumakapili Congregational church was attended by generations of her family, and found most of her cousins, uncles and aunts affiliated with the church. The church kept Hawaiian cultural practices alive.
The Hongwanji Luau during the 60's found mom deeply involved with various parts of the project. Impressed upon memory was how many business's having children in attendance at Hongwanji Mission School were involved with import of Japanese food products and supported the school to a great extent. Piggery farms from which the luau pork came from were numerous during this era.
The Waimanalo Homestead Association gained my mom and dads loyal participation due to being selected as future residents in Waimanalo. Many were the social contacts. This era was after the end of the Korean War and enjoyed the growth of the postwar American economy.
The Kamehameha Schools Band Booster Club gained Mom as a loyal participant due to participation of the last three children in attendance at the Kamehameha Schools and also band and cheer leading members.
Current outreach projects with the Liliuokalani Children's Center has Mom as a loyal participant in activities to promote community awareness and outreach.
The extent to which her upbringing among her peers gave her learning experience, She became a role model
RD2
24 February 2011 The Era Following Life at 2211 South Beretania Street
Hearken back to a time when 2211 Beretania Street was a 2 way, tree shaded street having picket fenced homes on both sides. Moiliili ball park was a neighborhood place where the children of the community often went to play. Star Market was a designers dream as yet undiscovered. The Honolulu Stadium on King Street was the landmark of the day, with its majestic wood structure and dusty fields where baseball and football were played, sporting celebrity teams of the day visiting via the weekly arriving passenger liners of those days. She recalls a youth living with a sister at Grandma's house, along with Uncle Doiron. Uncle Doiron had also completed studies at McKinley in 1939. Aunt Lydia did the same until her graduation in the later 1940's. [Thesis] Mom's upbringing at 2211 Beretania Street was the foundation of her maturation.[Thesis]
Grandma, her mother, was a working person who often found herself working long hours and had relegated care and custody of her children, duties of mother to the care of Great grandma. The arrangement made Uncle Doiron the ruling male and assisting disciplinarian under Great grandma. Great grandma, was best remembered as having been employed in the court during the monarchial era. Uncle Doiron had the fortune of being one of nine children, which in the days before television seemed to have been common amount of children in families. Uncle Doiron's siblings were numerous and afforded Mom a smorgasbord of role models from which to learn about life. As was common of those times, their children were numerous. Mom was the eldest among her cousins by approximately 10 years. Lono was the shortened version of her given name, and was always addressed as such. To this day, an unfamiliar phone call addressing mother as Lono would quickly be responded to with inquiry about the callers family then quickly passed to Mom.
She had completed schooling prescribed by convention at the time. Her years at McKinley had helped her preparation for what her future held for her. She held part-time work for a photographer who did much work documenting Honolulu and often relegated to us how she would help process the photo negatives for the photographer and how the photographers coverage of the events of Pearl Harbor resulting in an extensive amount of negatives was a regretfully missed opportunity to collect negatives now a memory lost to time. Her memory recalls her employment with Hawaiian Airlines then called Inter-Island Air, as a clerk. It was at about this time of her life in which she would meet the man who would become her husband and our father. Clerical work at the State Hospital in Kaneohe, often found her taking me along, on the HRT bus into town, then catching a taxi to travel to Kaneohe. Later, more convenient employment as a state government telephone directory assistance worker eased the travel and relocated her to the building at King and Punchbowl Street. The state government eventually moved into a new building on the block of Beretania, Richards, Hotel and Punchbowl Streets and relocated her there until retirement.
Presentation of two children close in birth order gave mother practice in the new and unexplored world of child rearing. In younger years, many learn about child care and rearing by watching younger cousins and siblings for our uncles and aunts. When we came along, this issue became constant and promised unending responsibilities for which I am greatly indebted to Mom for, in helping to raise us. Many opportunities afforded Mom training and experience in day to day chores required the upkeep of children.
There was a hiatus given to Mom for about ten years, allowing her rest, recuperation and respite for the ordeal of raising two of us. Bye and bye the next 10 years welcomed three more additional children into the family. This time, Mom had assistant runners to get various items involved in child care. During this time it was determined more prudent to vacate her employment responsibilities and turn to full time child care. As it was generally accepted that children have a healthier upbringing with a parent constantly present, Mom decided on a stay at home occupation. Dad would have the honored title of sole bread winner which was conventional for that era. The family was qualified to use the food-stamp system. Mom did seek assistance of food stamps and used us to collect bottles for the deposit money. This generation generally was better at school work and participating in extracurricular activities, purportedly due to Mom being in attendance.
The early years of my upbringing found myself living at the Manoa Army Housing complex. It was at about this period of consciousness, my recollected memory commences. Home, was a 1 bedroom, studio styled single family dwelling, which was one of many box styled homes created for returning veterans of world war 2 and the Korean War. I recall window blinds with pull strings used to in unison turn horizontal blinds into various horizontal positions to vary the amount of light, or minimize the amount of light into the room. I learned of Mom's boundless ability to forgive, when once I went out on our front porch, and seeing a recently delivered gallon of fresh milk, I attempted to carry it into the house. The bottle at that time was about half of my height. As weighty as it was it tipped off of the porch and to the concrete below. It's crash was, to me, as traumatic as a California earthquake, if I had been through one. My recollection of moving from Manoa Army Housing to Pu'unui is minimal to non-existant. At this period of life my sister and I were the children on board.
Arrival into Waimanalo saw the arrival of my younger sister and 2 other brothers. This period of life found us distanced from the life of downtown Honolulu, and afforded greater opportunity to explore this rural environment. We children experienced animal raising and learned about animal care. Mom was still the stalwart pillar of learning about rural living and was usually the leader in retrieving our wayward pony who would often leave the yard for the company of other horses in the neighboring tall grasses.
Kaumakapili Congregational church was attended by generations of her family, and found most of her cousins, uncles and aunts affiliated with the church. The church kept Hawaiian cultural practices alive.
The Hongwanji Luau during the 60's found mom deeply involved with various parts of the project. Impressed upon memory was how many business's having children in attendance at Hongwanji Mission School were involved with import of Japanese food products and supported the school to a great extent. Piggery farms from which the luau pork came from were numerous during this era.
The Waimanalo Homestead Association gained my mom and dads loyal participation due to being selected as future residents in Waimanalo. Many were the social contacts. This era was after the end of the Korean War and enjoyed the growth of the postwar American economy.
The Kamehameha Schools Band Booster Club gained Mom as a loyal participant due to participation of the last three children in attendance at the Kamehameha Schools and also band and cheer leading members.
Current outreach projects with the Liliuokalani Children's Center has Mom as a loyal participant in activities to promote community awareness and outreach.
The extent to which her upbringing among her peers gave her learning experience, She became a role model
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