I used my old blow pens to blow light blue to the sides to mimic clouds & it hit me that I should make a rainbow across the top. All-occasion right? With pencil, I sketched the lines which didn't go well at first but took my ruler & measured one inch increments & joined the lines. Then painted with h2o paints while watching Mrs. Doubtfire. I'm really happy at how it all turned out. Also remember talking to Jo-Lin earlier in the day & how an older lady had advised her to finish the back of the projects she did. To clean up the inner cut of the foamcore, I found 5/8" white satin ribbon & glued with Tacky the morning of .
In all my thinking/planning/reminiscing for the reunion, I realize how affected I have been by my upbringing--kinda rural, simple, innocent.
...that Waipio Acres where our family moved to in 1958 is where my memory begins.
...that Kipapa School & the teachers, kids are significant threads in my tapestry;
...Wahiawa Intermediate enlarges my world to include the town of Wahiawa (no Mililani Town until the year I graduate in '68), riding the bus, meeting kids from Schofield, Kunia, Wahiawa El, Whitmore, Helemano, Poamoho, Kaala;
...and then there was high school--dances at the Armory, football games that we attended but didn't watch cause we were so busy checking each other out--or hoping we'd be checked out, clubs, annuals, Mr. Yagi's geometry class, Mrs. Yagi's French classes, (I saw them a couple of weeks ago at Costco), Miss Molina's spanish class (which I did not take but she was an advisor & we hung out in her class), fishnet stockings, hawaiian print jams, bell bottoms, long hair with a part in the middle, The Young Rascals' Groovin', the Beach Boys...
...church on Sundays & church camp during the summer. Sweet, important memories.
...Leeward Community College:meeting first at a former elementary school in Pearl City before the campus ready, sitting on kiddie chairs, playing my tunes on a cassette player with shoulder strap, being introduced to The Doors, Jimi Hendrix, Jose Feliciano, Wes Montgomery, Van Morrison...
...meeting my sweetie at the Clock Drive In, getting engaged a month after we met, married four months later when still 19 & he was 22. Ahh, another chapter.
And then in all of these pleasant memories, I knew then & know still that God has been so Good to me. I don't know why. Surely I have not done anything to deserve his blessings. He is Faithful & Gracious. That's why I am grateful.
