.......every year, the government flew us to the U.S. to visit family and this was via the Hawaiian Islands. We would stay at either the Royal Hawaiian Hotel or the Moana. Every time we stepped off that Pan American plane, the scent of plumaria was overwhelming. The skies were filled with blankets of sparkling stars, Diamond Head Crater reigned...the ocean was turquoise, Waikiki Beach sand, powder white.
We lounged on the beach with movie stars and other famous faces.....my parents were in their 30ies.....and so in love...This became their annual Honeymoon Trip....watching Hawaii calls with Webley Edwards, the master of ceremonies, in swim suits under the banyan tree at the Moana Hotel and taking canoe rides with the Waikiki beach boys. The tradewinds kept the heat down to perfection and their nightly dreams were of moving permanently to Hawaii....
Daddy would soon put in his official plea for a transfer to the Honolulu Fish & Wildlife Service Office on the University of Hawaii Campus.
In 1949 , we stepped off that plane into the plumaria scented air, for the last time.
About Me
- Islands in the Sun
- I always search for the unique, flavored by different cultures and religious art. I am raising a grandson and learning patience, deep love and forgiveness. I am calmed by the sea, the rain, the sun, and sounds of nature. I like my own company and yet I find almost every new person I meet interesting in some way. I have such special friends. I am grateful.
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