Alittle bit more
Cleigh, one time I talk to Mon and mention Kelly. She look at me and say " you see him, you tell him come see me" . Yes too bad but now no why. I used to see him maybe once a year, all dress up like movie star. Nice suit, gold anykine.I neva see him long time now do. He gatta come back, we all do, no matta what . We only get so much time to see each uda again. We gatta do rite, cause das how we are. Sometimes words funky but da heart mends its own. He knows Mom goin forgive, and he knows he gatta see Mom, Aloha Kelly, Aloha Bradda Cleigh …Paul…
Tommy, my dad has a classmate from watertown. Her name is Ellen Miller Bleode, maiden name is Miller. They went to Kapalama Elem school then to Kamehameha class of 1941. My dad told me that she lived in watertown until they moved everyone out. She would be about 90 right now, and lives in Hawaii Kai.
Her son Keone and I are classmates at KS, but I never seen him since we grad. He don’t come to the class reunions, but his mom does. If I get a chance to see her, I’ll ask her about watertown.
Cleigh, whos that going right?
Harry! Snake Ahee! Went on 1st Hokulea trip. Great surfer, late 60’s photo Honolua. We surfed and paddled together here on Maui. Switch footer like GK.
Kahu Cleigh
Paul! No question we would forgive him, restore him, do ho’oponopono! He gotta make the first step. Its a choice to repent. No one can make you do it. Jus we don’t see him and don’t know where he is. You see him take him to my Mom or contact me so we can reach out.
Cleigh
Hi Cleigh, I remember Snake, I met him a while ago on the big island. Rex Thompson was in a surf meet in Puna that Snake was running. I went over to shoot some photos for a news magazine we used to do for HEI companies. That was the last time I saw Rex. I also saw another Ewa Beach surfer from the 70’s there, Scott Cranston, AKA Corndog. Scott’s mom married David Arioli’s uncle, and he lived across the street from me in Leeward Estates for a short time.
David and I talked about those days after everyone was gone. Just me, David and Curtis Ando in the parking lot remembering all kind stuffs. Curtis get one good memory about the 70’s and he knows what’s going on with everyone now too. He lives on the corner of Onelua and Pohakapuna. That was a big time spot with Robbie Husic down the street, the Volgeljesangs across the street, the Crouch and Kear familes a few houses down on Pohakupuna, on Onelua across Pohakupuna was the Dias family and the McClungs. The Mitsiasu family had that huge lot with the Quonset hut house near the beach. Lots of the 70’s shark country surfers lived right there.
Curtis said that Jon and Jonathan Crouch had an older brother who drowned when they were younger. There used to be a surfboard hanging in the garage that belonged to him.
So much history about our home that I’m only beginning to learn.
Aloha, Harry
Eh Bell. Lucky we was wen we was. Da trails and roads we wen see our time no mo already. Sunny days, rainy days, stormy days, flash flood days, even during hurricane Iwa, we was in da mountains. Rememba da flash foog da time dey was building da freeway from Pearl City side through Mililani toward Wahiawa. Albert Ferrera, Warren Kono and me, up wat is now Mililani Mauka side but deep in da vally. Flash flood to da max. Da pineapple feilds bout 1 and half feet tall on da upper ground above da river and valley was so deep wit wata you no could see da top of da pineapple. We wne ride back by judging where da wterfall was on da left side of us, because dat was where da road ended and da cilff to da river was. Only wata like a river both sides. We came down to da riva in front of Donald Nakamas house. Dat morning da riva was about 12 feet down below da wooden bridge, and bout 6 inch deep. Now was bout 2 feet ova da top of da bridge. No can see da bridge, just gotta rememba where stay. Wata was going fast but we wen chance um. We Ewa Beach guys, we made um across, like get one bridge some where under that rushing riva, and we wen pik um right. We wen ride da rest of da day den ride back to Ewa Beach night time. Next week wen go back and see da vallies up der had trees mowed down about fifty to to hundred feet up da sides of da vallies. Da bridge by Leeward Colledge was under water. You look out across where Sams Club is now and it was a lake. Everything ocean side was under water and no could see no tops of buildings or trees. Just a lake. Trees upside Mililani in da vallies were bent over to da ground and dey were about hundred feet above da river. One boulger I rememba was like as big as one house and it wen go down da river about 2 miles. One of da most impressive sights I have ever witnessed. Mother Nature at her finest, part of and witnessed with good freinds. A lot was shared in da surf, a lot was shared in da land, best of all, a lot was shared amognst freinds.Da mountains of Palehua, Timberline, Kunia, Kolekole, Mililani, Waipio, Wahiawa, Waipahu, Ewa, Honouliuli, Pearl City, Red Hill Waimea, Pupukea, Haleiwa, Kahuku, all built ova now. Da freedom we had den was da luck of our time. What we were able to enjoy at will, is now gone to progress. I remember riding with you , Jim Greene, Jody Vogolgesang, Warren Kono, Herb Pruse, Albert Ferrera, Franky Pruse, Nate Moody, Nelson Oasay, Rudy Oasay, Ely Langley, Dave Cueva, Syd and Jeff Walsh, Bobby Robello, Toge, Terry Adams, Mike Hubberd, Dis was just da Ewa beach side guys. I was one of da founders of da Hang On Riders, who were some serious Braddas. Tony Ferrera, Rodney Aki, John Akana, Joe Lewes, Arlington "Aling’ Lewes, David Perrera, Bobby Sr an Jr and Donald Rodrigues, da Hang On Riders was about 40 plus strong. We used to cut trails and hole annual Hare And Hound races. Outlawed, secret but open to everyone, ova 400 people der, over 100 miles of trail, last from early morning to at least 10 at night, and neva got busted. I call dat good. Other riders that we not part of da Hang On Riders, but were in their own groups, no get me wrong, dez guys same like us but had der own groups.Still part of us, jus like family, go dirrerent trail but come back drink beer same table. Cobra, John, Ron, Bruce, Laura Desoto. Winni and Bobby Texiera, Pat Goveia, Manny and Bobby. Johnny Wilson, Ernie Freites, Mark Johnason, Rock Racoma, Gorden Nakagawa, From Kunia, Raymond Reyes, from Waianae, Bobby Torres ho da list too long fo tell all. Da mood was always hold um open but no fall down. Yea, right. We ate a lota dirt. But we all had the chance to see the land before it was defiled, ruined, or may I say wasted in the name of progress. WE found roads that were forgotten, we road pig trails, we followed the rivers and gulches and steams and ditches that were built long before us. We climbed to the top of the mountains, we descended to the bottom of the rivers. We saw what the forces of nature created before man concreted over it. we saw it all with good people. What our eyes have seen togegther brings sadness and happines. Sad to see so much gone, but happy to have seen it together…Aloha My Bradaa Mike…Lattas Paul…Get plenty stories but each one of you would take a book. How many books can you write in a lifetime? How many memories can you recall in da blink of an eye? The eyes have it…Bradda Paul…
Paul, I think you have they ayes, I'm sending you a bravo for the great messages. What a great memory. I remember you
in your shirt and tie coming home from Damien School, and
not being able to wait to paddle out. Well the waves are still
breaking, and we're still looking for the perfect wave. Our time
has come to go out to the Outside Reef, and Sandbarr again.
It's a bit of a paddle, but it's good for the soul. The designs
for the surfboards have changed, as well as the technology to build them, and the ideas are more awesome than ever before. This is a new age for the Ewa Beach Surfclub, and for
the surfer's from Ewa Beach. The memories are more vivId,
especially when the mind is sober. I can even see the color
of the sky again. Soon I will be able to place one foot in front
of the other, and pick up the surfboard and paddle out at the Lots, and Poles again. As we get younger every year, the
successes we achieve are much more treasured, and the waves are still waiting for us to ride them. Until the next BIG WAVE comes in. Bradda naky
Eh Harry. Page 133 da pics. First one da cannal between Barbers Point and Campbell Industriall Park. Da cannal was at da end of da drag strip. German Farias, Dickies olda bradda, no can stop one time and wen crash his car on da Barbers Point Side of da ditch. Second pic, da cement plant and da smoke stack always had da fire burning on top. Third pic, looking over ballahead mountain with West Lock and Pearl in da background. Fourth pic, Fort Weaver Road, Kahe Mohala right side and Chocolate Beach left side. Look like Slaughter House still der, cana tell if St Frances getting built but no look like get da houses across from it at da time. Dis picture look like taken from freeway above Kahe Mohala. Da ones above taken from Makakilo. Da fith pic, da back side Ewa Sugar Mill with Palehua in da back ground. Sugar Cane on da left and Pineapple on da right. And many good memories in those mountains and feilds. Thanks Harry. You brought it back again…Bradda Paul…
Ike da music seems to take us from a simple surfa day into a expierimental days and then through the tradgeties and then trough a returning and then back to peace. Like a full circle of our youth. Each of us went the circle in different ways. Each of us gained and each of us lost. In different ways and different places The same people starting out from the same place, going seperate ways only to come back to the beginning again. Peace through trama then peace again. Stories of our beginning, stories of our journey, and stories of our return. The stories of our lives are remembered by the music it seems. The stories of our lives are deep and different, but we are still here to tell and remember them. Thats what counts. So much we had, so much we lost, and now so much we have again, our lives have been blessed and we are here today. Looking back its hard to beleive, good memories, bad memories, crazy memories, but still here to remember. Once innocent, once guilty, now wise. Begining to end, da journey. We like salt in a glass of water. Pour us in an we like one pile in the bottumm of da glass. Stir us up and we spread out and disolve into da water, and you no see us for a while. Over time da water evaperates and der we are again, one big pile salt in da bottom of da glass. This was on 9 15 2012. Good music my Bradda. From one grain salt to another. Aloha…Bradda…Paul…
Wow Cleigh! What a wave! Makes me want to run down and check the surf! BTW, I saw Jim "Kimo" Greene yesterday here in Bali. He came by my house in Ubud and we talked story for a while and caught up. He was running down south: got a call and heard it was double-overhead. Last time I saw him was when I had the Tantalus house in 82', so it's been a while. He'll be back soon. Good to see the old gang again! He gave me a hard time about not surfing much now days. Guess that's gonna change; Emma bugging me BIG time to get back in the water. I'm ready too! Aloha, Mike
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Eh Bell. Lucky we was wen we was. Da trails and roads we wen see our time no mo already. Sunny days, rainy days, stormy days, flash flood days, even during hurricane Iwa, we was in da mountains. Rememba da flash foog da time dey was building da freeway from Pearl City side through Mililani toward Wahiawa. Albert Ferrera, Warren Kono and me, up wat is now Mililani Mauka side but deep in da vally. Flash flood to da max. Da pineapple feilds bout 1 and half feet tall on da upper ground above da river and valley was so deep wit wata you no could see da top of da pineapple. We wne ride back by judging where da wterfall was on da left side of us, because dat was where da road ended and da cilff to da river was. Only wata like a river both sides. We came down to da riva in front of Donald Nakamas house. Dat morning da riva was about 12 feet down below da wooden bridge, and bout 6 inch deep. Now was bout 2 feet ova da top of da bridge. No can see da bridge, just gotta rememba where stay. Wata was going fast but we wen chance um. We Ewa Beach guys, we made um across, like get one bridge some where under that rushing riva, and we wen pik um right. We wen ride da rest of da day den ride back to Ewa Beach night time. Next week wen go back and see da vallies up der had trees mowed down about fifty to to hundred feet up da sides of da vallies. Da bridge by Leeward Colledge was under water. You look out across where Sams Club is now and it was a lake. Everything ocean side was under water and no could see no tops of buildings or trees. Just a lake. Trees upside Mililani in da vallies were bent over to da ground and dey were about hundred feet above da river. One boulger I rememba was like as big as one house and it wen go down da river about 2 miles. One of da most impressive sights I have ever witnessed. Mother Nature at her finest, part of and witnessed with good freinds. A lot was shared in da surf, a lot was shared in da land, best of all, a lot was shared amognst freinds.Da mountains of Palehua, Timberline, Kunia, Kolekole, Mililani, Waipio, Wahiawa, Waipahu, Ewa, Honouliuli, Pearl City, Red Hill Waimea, Pupukea, Haleiwa, Kahuku, all built ova now. Da freedom we had den was da luck of our time. What we were able to enjoy at will, is now gone to progress. I remember riding with you , Jim Greene, Jody Vogolgesang, Warren Kono, Herb Pruse, Albert Ferrera, Franky Pruse, Nate Moody, Nelson Oasay, Rudy Oasay, Ely Langley, Dave Cueva, Syd and Jeff Walsh, Bobby Robello, Toge, Terry Adams, Mike Hubberd, Dis was just da Ewa beach side guys. I was one of da founders of da Hang On Riders, who were some serious Braddas. Tony Ferrera, Rodney Aki, John Akana, Joe Lewes, Arlington "Aling' Lewes, David Perrera, Bobby Sr an Jr and Donald Rodrigues, da Hang On Riders was about 40 plus strong. We used to cut trails and hole annual Hare And Hound races. Outlawed, secret but open to everyone, ova 400 people der, over 100 miles of trail, last from early morning to at least 10 at night, and neva got busted. I call dat good. Other riders that we not part of da Hang On Riders, but were in their own groups, no get me wrong, dez guys same like us but had der own groups.Still part of us, jus like family, go dirrerent trail but come back drink beer same table. Cobra, John, Ron, Bruce, Laura Desoto. Winni and Bobby Texiera, Pat Goveia, Manny and Bobby. Johnny Wilson, Ernie Freites, Mark Johnason, Rock Racoma, Gorden Nakagawa, From Kunia, Raymond Reyes, from Waianae, Bobby Torres ho da list too long fo tell all. Da mood was always hold um open but no fall down. Yea, right. We ate a lota dirt. But we all had the chance to see the land before it was defiled, ruined, or may I say wasted in the name of progress. WE found roads that were forgotten, we road pig trails, we followed the rivers and gulches and steams and ditches that were built long before us. We climbed to the top of the mountains, we descended to the bottom of the rivers. We saw what the forces of nature created before man concreted over it. we saw it all with good people. What our eyes have seen togegther brings sadness and happines. Sad to see so much gone, but happy to have seen it together...........Aloha My Bradaa Mike..........Lattas Paul.....................Get plenty stories but each one of you would take a book. How many books can you write in a lifetime? How many memories can you recall in da blink of an eye? The eyes have it...................Bradda Paul..............
Yeah Paul, those were some great times. I feel I was priviledged to see some of the areas that we went to on our Huskys. There wasn't many trails we didn't find, yeah? I'm having a blast riding here in Indonesia. Still so many areas that have never been discivered, at least the way we're checking them out. And the villagers in these remote areas love it when we come through their areas. The kids run out and build ramps hoping we'll fly over them; about 90% of the time we do and they scream! Very cool. Come out and ride bradda Paul! I have a KTM waiting for you! Aloha, Mike
Hozit Mike. We realy did’nt follow all the trails. We rode them, and then we made them. No wheels ever went some of the places we did. We were explorers. We searched da mountains and vallies and rivers and found what was lost or forgotten from da past. We set eyes on things and places that have only been seen by a very few and not for many many years. Was good to find these hidden treasures and recapture what went long before us. We saw Heiaus, and paid proper respect, and knew where they were. We prayed as we rode around them and they prayed for us. Ohana always took care each other. Never got hurt a day I past a Heiau. We rode though the mountains, we saw the past, and we were only blessed by those who came before us. Home is where you find it, Love is the same…Aloha Bell…Bradda Paul…
I remember one day Mark Gardner and me went to John's Beach, and entertained the idea of eating some woodrose
seeds he had shelled and prepared. He told me that it would make us feel like we were floating, when we stood on our
boards riding the waves. The waves were about 6 feet that day, and the rocks were showing on the shore, because the
sand had been washed out. So with a gallon of okolehao, and
two handfulls of deshelled rosewood seeds the experiment took place. At first I thought I was dead, because I couldn't feel my face, my legs or even sitting on the ground. I felt like I was
having an outerbody experience. When I glanced over at Mark
he was laughing and told me to grab my board, so we could paddle out. When I picked up the board, I couldn't feel my body as I got up. My mind was making me do these body
movements, but it was like a dream. Mark jumped on his board and started paddling out. He seemed like he had tried this experiment many times before. I was laying on my board and paddled out, and couldn't feel my body or the water I was
in. As the waves hit me it was like feathers against my body.
This was the strangest feeling I ever had in my life. I was
surfing, and it seemed like I was foating. I fell off my board,
and at that time ding strings were not so popular. When I popped up to the surface of the water a wave slammed my board into my head. It was a dull feeling, but I noticed that
there was red all over my chest and hands, as I got back on the board. Marks voice called to me, and I felt like he was calling me in a distance and he was right next to me. He
pointed towards the shore, so we both paddled in. By the
time we got to shore the blood was pouring out all over the place. Then he shredded a towel, and started to wrap my
forehead, and we drove to punawai clinic, where they sewed
me up. I still have the mark for 14 stiches on top of my cranium. I remember this as The Great Rosewood Surfing
Adventure. Don't try that stuff it will make you crazy... naky
Randall- so that’s how u got to be like that. Wow U sure do have some stories. Did U wake up yet ? Nah, keep it up. U R very entertaining. T.P.
I got the black triple lighting bolt board from the Gardiner brother who lived at the Haleiwa Strained Poi factory in 1973. I think it was Mark(?)
A couple of photos I think from shark country on a Tom Parish 7'6" rounded pin-tail.
Aloha,
Tim T
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Aloha EBSC BRADDAHS’ & SISTAS’;
onamission aka Frank Aragon here; several days after that historic event, I was at Laniakea checking out da waves and Ralph Palmeira walks by to go out at Holton’s. But it was different seeing him this time; it was as if we had all gotten tattoo’s on our hearts and souls that Saturday, 'cause when I saw Ralph, my smile was not only on my face,but also in my heart; and that’s still an understatement.
I surfed 3 to 5’ Laniakea on Tuesday with only one other guy out on the point;nice and glassy. Maybe Waimea size swell This coming Tuesday, for sure maxout Sunset size! It’s wintertime surf season; but only one month for the locals to surf until the “Circus” arrives, if you know what I mean.
Tim Tucker, unreal photos!
to be continued…
TIM I REMEMBER THAT TRIPLE LIGHTNING BOLT SURFBOARD THAT MARK GARDNER SOLD YOU.
THAT WAS AN AWESOME BOARD. I TRIED TO
BUY IT, BUT HE WOULDN'T SELL IT AT THE TIME.
I GUESS BECAUSE IT WAS FOR YOU. HEY SOME
PRETTY COOL PHOTOS OF YOU ON THE WAVES
BROTHER. YES MARK LIVED UP THE SIDE OF THE ENBANKMENT FROM THE TARO PATCH IN HALEIWA
AT THE TIME. WE WENT UP BACK IN THE VALLEY
ONCE WHEN CREEDENCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL WAS
VACATIONING BACK THERE BEFORE A CONCERT, AND
MET THE BAND. MARK WAS A WONDERFUL DUDE, AND
I'LL NEVER FORGET HIS SURFING STYLE. HE WAS ONE OF A KIND. TAKE CARE AND GOD BLESS THE FAMILY. KEEP
PADDLING OUT, I'LL SEE YOU SOMETIME AROUND THE BEND. TILL THE NEXT PERFECT WAVE. naky