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After my column came out last week, I got a phone call from a gentleman who wanted to know why I left Hawaii. He was curious. It was the same question my twins asked when I picked them up at the airport after their first trip to Hawaii about 10 years ago. But they were angry.
The boys were just 3 and a half when we moved to Grants Pass, but both claim to have vivid memories of life on the island where they were born. They remember swimming in a pool with my father and visiting the zoo in Waikiki. Bring up the subject and they will shake their heads and grumble about being moved from paradise on Oahu to Oregon against their will.
Living on a tropical island was enchanting. Sunny days, balmy nights and the aloha spirit can sweep mainlanders off their feet. Fragrant flowers, wild mangoes and the music cast a spell over you. Just writing about Hawaii last week put me in a trance that led me straight to Starbucks, where I impulsively bought a CD of Hawaiian music called Mele O Hawaii. “Mele” means song or chant in Hawaiian and it also means happy or merry as in “Mele Kalikimaka” (Merry Christmas). They are one and the same in Hawaii.
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