My brother surprised me with this pen and ink drawing in 1979 after we moved to Chicago from Hawaii many years ago. This drawing is of the sugar plantation house where we grew up. Actually we were born while in another house in Kunia. From Kunia we moved to another camp and then finally to Waipahu so we could be within walking distance to our elementary and high school.
I often told my children how Uncle Dennis and I had to walk miles and miles uphill in blinding snow to get to school because we loved it so much. No, not really, but it was probably a 45 minute walk or more if we got distracted along the way.
That huge tree up front was a mango tree. My mother used to iron all our clothes and hang them on that line on the porch. Dennis and I used to climb out the window onto the roof of that garage on the left and then onto the roof of the house to pick mangoes. We used to also climb onto a low branch of that 40 foot mango tree and climb to the very top. No, seriously. We did. How is it we didn't fall out of it I don't know since I'm now known to fall off of chairs.
I wish my brother would draw and paint again. He is so very extremely talented, but he won't. He prefers to play with Photoshop instead.
I'm just glad I have this artwork. I really treasure it. His sons were surprised to see it when we moved to Hawaii. I don't think they realized just how talented their father is. My brother is never one to focus attention on himself, so I guess it's up to me.
I'll have another piece he did tomorrow.
I often told my children how Uncle Dennis and I had to walk miles and miles uphill in blinding snow to get to school because we loved it so much. No, not really, but it was probably a 45 minute walk or more if we got distracted along the way.
That huge tree up front was a mango tree. My mother used to iron all our clothes and hang them on that line on the porch. Dennis and I used to climb out the window onto the roof of that garage on the left and then onto the roof of the house to pick mangoes. We used to also climb onto a low branch of that 40 foot mango tree and climb to the very top. No, seriously. We did. How is it we didn't fall out of it I don't know since I'm now known to fall off of chairs.
I wish my brother would draw and paint again. He is so very extremely talented, but he won't. He prefers to play with Photoshop instead.
I'm just glad I have this artwork. I really treasure it. His sons were surprised to see it when we moved to Hawaii. I don't think they realized just how talented their father is. My brother is never one to focus attention on himself, so I guess it's up to me.
I'll have another piece he did tomorrow.














































