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Hi,
I saw the article in the Honolulu Advertiser newspaper & I’d like to share some of my haole stories….
1. My haole hubby & I visitied my family in the Phils. & my sister made some leche flan. My husband made a comment that we probably saved lots of sardine cans to use as [...]
Story #1:
When we were dating, I told my haole-husband-to-be all about my grandparents, Obaasan and Ojiisan (my mother’s parents). After we were married and trying to make a good impression, my husband started to talk to my mother about my Obesan. It was very, very funny!
Story #2:
My haole husband and I met and [...]
Here’s a biggy to add to your list: Yes, Baby’s first birthday Is a big deal in Hawaii.
And, no, food at a wedding reception does not consist of cake, punch and mixed nuts.
Claire Robinson
We live in California although I was born and raised in Honolulu. During my first trip to Maui with my in-laws, I sat on the living room floor watching TV. My mother-in-law came over and softly asked me, “May I get you a chair?”. I said, “No thanks and thought it was [...]
I had to inform my haole husband when he comes to Hawaii for any social event….it never starts on time.
Erin May
Love the website! Finally! I have been married 17 years.
My husband still laughs when I say “Close the light” or Open the light”.
I have finally convinced him that no means yes. Just ask three times and get it for them or give it to them anyway.
Melissa
My wife is the haole, not me.
The first time I met my mother-in-law was at home in rural Kentucky. The first thing she said to me was, “you speak good English!”
When we went to apply for our marriage license at the county courthouse the clerk, as required by Kentucky state law, asked us “are you [...]
My husband is haole, and I’m hawaiian-chinese. My son is japanese/hawaiian chinese from my first marriage. We try to teach my husband some of the pidgin language and hawaiian language.
We thought he had it wired down, on what maka-pia pia is. Which is the mucus from your eye. So my son says, [...]
Aloha,
We usually go home twice a year to Maui. The first time he came home with me, he was shocked that our family get togethers took place in the garage with old picnic tables with rolled paper tablecloths and plastic chairs (with names on them) and lots of local food instead of in the [...]
Aloha,
I’m a Happy Haole Hubby (H3?) and my wife and I were cursed, er, I mean blessed with twin daughters in 2000. I grew up in rural Indiana. “How rural”, you ask? I didn’t eat at a McDonalds until I was 16 because there was none in my home town.
Anyway, my wife is from Hilo [...]
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