I've had family in the islands since the 1930's. We've scattered far and wide and many have passed on, but we always seem to return to our wahi punahele (favorite place) in paradise. I fell in love with Hawaii in 1949, when I arrived to visit my grandfather. Honolulu has changed a lot since then, but I love it still.
This place means the world to me. It's been in the family for nearly 50 years, Five generations of my family have known and loved this house. More than one of my cousins has honeymooned here. My parents' ashes were scattered at sea off the point. When they traveled off island, they never lacked for family members eager to house sit for them!
The photo above shows me practicing hula at age 7.