Talk Story #44 – Hawaii Kai: The Past and Present in the Shadow of Koko Crater
Recently, in the Honolulu Star Advertiser, there was a featured article called ‘The Climb’ by Mike Gordon. It triggered memories of my living out “Koko Head way” in the saddle between both Koko Head and Koko Crater.
It was back in the Territorial days when much was restricted and military was active at the summit. A real tram went up and down the rail, and as a child, I often sat on the back porch and watched it. Now that area and the tram rail has 1,048 steps to the top, filled with enthusiastic hikers enjoying the challenge.
Koko Crater’s tram line seen from the Visitor Lookout on Kalanianaole Hwy
Today, Hawaii Kai in East Oahu, is a prime, progressive community of residences, condominiums, schools, shopping, and other private and commercial activities.
Growing Up in Hawaii Kai
Back in the 1950’s, it was a totally different world. We lived directly on the mauka side of Kalanianaole Highway in the vicinity of today’s ‘Lookout’ which has a noticeable drop off of the land with development below. Continuing on the highway and up around the bend is the entrance to the famous and very popular marine preserve and beach of Hanauma Bay of Koko Head. Many decades ago, it was never very crowded and on weekends there was sometimes a shaved ice stand at the upper entrance. A simple, steep walkway road curved way down to the beach.
Sometimes, my sisters and I followed our big brother who had his own ‘short cut’ from the house – we just crossed the highway and hiked through the kiawe bushes on a trail he had made – up the side of Koko Head, over and then down to the walkway…we spent hours playing and swimming to our hearts content with all the pretty fish. A wonderland for children in this beautiful crater with its crescent of sand and clear blue water, and seemingly our parents knew we would be just fine. A different era, for sure.
My father had leased an acre of land from the Bishop Estate and we had our home. One of our neighbors had a carnation flower farm business and the aroma of those flowers was wonderful. Keeping with the surrounding agricultural use, we had many papaya trees planted in the spacious land behind our house. Eventually, my job was to climb a ladder and get papayas for that day. My youngest sister, Malia, was usually right by my side.
New papaya patch – Koko Head mountain in background
Henry J. Kaiser’s concept of Hawaii Kai was just a dream then, and we were not aware of it. The Kuapa fish pond would often flood over the highway from Maunalua Bay.
At the bottom of the Kalanianaole Hill from Hanauma Bay was where “Da Bus” route ended and it turned around to go back to Kaimuki, where riders had to transfer for either Waikiki or Honolulu. I would often take a walk with my little sisters down to get a soda pop from the pub/store (the only one) at the corner of Lunalilo Home Road.
Jeanne with little sisters walking down old Kalanianaole Hwy.
Then ‘Hawaii Kai’ became a reality and East Hawaii was changed totally; the early years of development, the carving out of land from along the highway to build and mold all the new areas, caused lives to be changed forever, especially those living on leased lands! Our homes and the farms eventually all disappeared, for seldom was there recourse. It was both a Territory and leased land. Kaiser now owned the leases and we all had to move.
Hawaii Kai Today
60 years later, it’s the same hill going down toward Portlock Road and the ocean, but now there are multi-hundreds of properties to consider in greater Hawaii Kai. The growth and success through the decades is astounding. A lifestyle of luxurious oceanfront residences, waterfront condominium living, houses deep in the valley, and others with up slope views.
With its diversity and wide range of values and prices on the properties available to purchase, an average example might be best for what is For Sale. I linked a fine residence located in the section of Hawaii Kai known as “The Portlock Triangle”. Its particular location is on Nawiliwili Street as it opens to Kalanianaole Hwy. That intersection seems to be pretty near the place our house and acreage would have been, across on the other side.
Since this is ‘Talk Story’ about a past lifestyle and today’s world, and the chosen house for sale also has a ‘view’ of Koko Crater and its tram tracks to the summit (albeit – sideways from the pool), it seemed to be a perfect match to feature. Check it out!
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Let us “Talk Story” and find out where it will be – in Hawaii Kai or elsewhere on Oahu or even another island? I will listen to your needs and desires and then, with our resources, give you the best service in any particular area. How? By introducing you to one of our professional Realtors in that particular location you want.
Contact me today, I look forward to it!
With warm Aloha,
Jeanne
Shaylyn Kimura, R(S)
June 16, 2012
Jeanne, what a wonderful look back into the history of Hawai’i Kai. What a vivid picture you painted about the past and where things were. I had no idea the area was used for farming. It seems like you were able to enjoy Hanauma in its natural and prisitne condition, before the tour buses. I always wondered what the backstory was of the “Koko Head Stairs” as my daughter and sisters have used it while training for various races as a means of conditioning. I have yet to try it, but understand the view from the top is magical!
Mahalo for the history lesson and I love the photos!
Shaylyn Kimura, R(S)
June 16, 2012
Jeanne, what a wonderful look back into the history of Hawai’i Kai. What a vivid picture you painted about the past and where things were. I had no idea the area was used for farming. It seems like you were able to enjoy Hanauma in its natural and prisitne condition, before the tour buses. I always wondered what the backstory was of the “Koko Head Stairs” as my daughter and sisters have used it while training for various races as a means of conditioning. I have yet to try it, but understand the view from the top is magical!
Mahalo for the history lesson and I love the photos!
Trudy Gallagher
July 12, 2012
Jeanne, What a sweet story about growing up in what sounds like a paradise with your family. The photos are adorable. Even though we miss you here, so glad you made it back to your place of so many memories!
Trudy Gallagher
July 12, 2012
Jeanne, What a sweet story about growing up in what sounds like a paradise with your family. The photos are adorable. Even though we miss you here, so glad you made it back to your place of so many memories!
elizabeth reilly
September 11, 2012
aloha,
i so enjoyed reading your reflections and hope to have the chance to meet you and read more plus see more photos? wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. – mahalo.
elizabeth reilly
September 11, 2012
aloha,
i so enjoyed reading your reflections and hope to have the chance to meet you and read more plus see more photos? wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. – mahalo.
Marc David Weintraub
December 25, 2015
Aloha Jeanne,
We must have grown up in the same time frame, I remember all the Kaiser pink construction equipment that dotted the areas of Hawaii Kai and our friends that had a place along the left side of Kalaianaole Highway just passed the last bridge as you enter the area..From their patio I remember seeing a radar dish atop the crater and wondered what was up there. Your article brings back some good ole memories and now at 61 years old I’ll be thinking of the YMCA camp we had inside Hanauma Bay. “Thanks for the memories”
Marc David Weintraub
December 25, 2015
Aloha Jeanne,
We must have grown up in the same time frame, I remember all the Kaiser pink construction equipment that dotted the areas of Hawaii Kai and our friends that had a place along the left side of Kalaianaole Highway just passed the last bridge as you enter the area..From their patio I remember seeing a radar dish atop the crater and wondered what was up there. Your article brings back some good ole memories and now at 61 years old I’ll be thinking of the YMCA camp we had inside Hanauma Bay. “Thanks for the memories”
Michael S. Teruya
December 12, 2016
Hi, thank you for your talk story website. In 1961 to 1967 I spent my adolescent years practically living outside the house with my friends and neighbors, seeing classmates along the way and where they lived. Deep in the Kamiloiki and Kamilonui and Kalama valleys, we were poor folks, hillbillies really playing on the dusty slopes of the crater, mountain climbing, walking two to three miles to sandy beach and hanauma bay. I remember the abandoned military at the foot of the tram. It was really abandoned by the 60’s and the cesspool under the restrooms were uncovered and really deep, all dried up by then. Though it was only six years, it was a life time for a young boy with his adventurous friends, like in the move Stand By Me. As and Artist and Musician I make reference to that life. I am also contemplating a series of paintings devoted to imagined scenes from those days of pig farms, vegetables, flowers, dairies (cows), ranches with horses and the way some really poor folk lived hidden in the grass in abandoned shacks without walls and floors. Can’t forget, need to remember. I hope my life allows me to record my memories as an artist and songwriter.
Michael S. Teruya
December 12, 2016
Hi, thank you for your talk story website. In 1961 to 1967 I spent my adolescent years practically living outside the house with my friends and neighbors, seeing classmates along the way and where they lived. Deep in the Kamiloiki and Kamilonui and Kalama valleys, we were poor folks, hillbillies really playing on the dusty slopes of the crater, mountain climbing, walking two to three miles to sandy beach and hanauma bay. I remember the abandoned military at the foot of the tram. It was really abandoned by the 60’s and the cesspool under the restrooms were uncovered and really deep, all dried up by then. Though it was only six years, it was a life time for a young boy with his adventurous friends, like in the move Stand By Me. As and Artist and Musician I make reference to that life. I am also contemplating a series of paintings devoted to imagined scenes from those days of pig farms, vegetables, flowers, dairies (cows), ranches with horses and the way some really poor folk lived hidden in the grass in abandoned shacks without walls and floors. Can’t forget, need to remember. I hope my life allows me to record my memories as an artist and songwriter.