Hamden Hall Country Day School - Perennial Pine Yearbook (New Haven, CT)

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Paia, Maui Territory of Hawaii Friday, July 30, 1948 Dear Miss Stewart, We are staying in Upper Paia, a small town surrounded by pineapple and cane fields, and situated in the front yard of Haleakala Mt., on the island of Maui. Maui has some- times been described as the place where upineapples grow in every field, but not one can be bought at the market. This is because they are sent directly to the cannery. Haleakala has one of the largest extinct craters in the world-a crater which is truly a rival in beauty to the Grand Canyon. Upon our arrival in Paia, we were initiated at a luau CHawaiian feastb. A pig was wrapped in broad ti leaves and baked underground on a bed of hot coals. After five or six hours the meat was uncovered, crisp, tawny, well-watched, not over-roasted, crackling- and devoured with relish. We also ate poi, sweet potato, raw fish in soya sauce, chicken, sushi Crice cakesj , what looked like whole crawfishes, taro leaves, seaweed, opihi Csnailsj , and coconut pudding, all of which was washed down with cokes. I can honestly say that I tried everything, although I am not very fond of seaweed and snails. The Hawaiians afterwards sang and danced, and taught us songs with words like these- Kuu lei awapuhi, mele mele, Opu ia mekeale, ona ona-- They are no longer a jumble of vowels to me, but a part of one of the wor1d's most beauti- ful languages. Now, after our first luau, we are almost full fledged kanakas, and not molohinis any longer. Two weeks ago we drove to Hana, on the rainy side of the island, and stayed for two days at a cottage near the ocean. In my opinion, there can be no more beautiful scenery in Hawaii than that found on the road to Hana. We saw waterfalls of all sizes and varieties, mango, kukui, breadfruit, bamboo, and koa trees, huge cliffs overhanging endless beaches, a valley that still shelters an ancient Hawaiian village, and a very hazy glimpse of the island of Hawaii, 35 miles to the south of Maui. The trip took more than three hours, since we stopped along the way for yellow ginger blossoms, mountain apples, rose apples, and African tulips. The road winds in and out of thirty-two gulches, each with a pattern of red and dark green mango trees, and very light green kukui trees that contrast with the mangoes. We stopped for a picnic lunch beside a small waterfall, and did not arrive at Wainapanapa Cave, in Hana, until after 3:00 P. M. This cave, the most fascinating and mysterious place that I have ever seen, consists of lava tubes partly filled with icy, fresh water, although the cave is very near the sea. We swam through the tubes with candles in our hands, my uncle Colin leading the way. In the first room there is a reddish rock-the bleeding rock, where a princess was killed by her disappointed lover. We climbed out on a ledge to recover from the first shock fifty-rix

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What was that, a fire?-No, the sun was standing deep on the horizon, as a red ball, but it changed very fast into darker red until it was lilac. I was so deeply impressed by that picture which I saw-on the left side of the plane the night with the stars, and on the other, sunset and the light blue sky. Very soon it was all dark around us. In our plane it was quiet, some were sleeping, and others reading. Slowly the time crept. We were all glad when we saw the lightfire of an airport. It was Newfoundland and two o'clock in the morning. We had a wonderful sup- per there and after a short nap we started again. ' I In the distance appeared the first lights of America--Boston, New Haven, and then the airport of New York, the Empire State building and radio station with the beacon. Our plane made a large circle around the city, and in a few minutes our bird rolled on the ground. I never shall forget all that I saw on this trip over the ocean. Anneliese Kluthki Form V A MOON CHILD Sometimes when I sit and dream, The thought comes, and I say, I wonder, Rob, how it would seem, To be a moon child far away? Do they play hard the livelong night, Soccer, tennis, and all, Or must they always shed their light, With never a chance for ball? I wonder if their clothes look funny, Are they silver, blue, or gold? If we met them we'd say, Sonny, Is a moonbeam costume cold? Do they wear rubbers on their feet, When rainclouds chance their way, Can silver moonbeams their friends greet, Along the Milky Way? I would like to be a moonbeam, And Climb that shining silver stair, Then slide down brightly all agleam, And smell the cool earth air. Robert Manstield Form I iffy-live

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of the freezing water, and continued through the cave, partly in, under, and out of the water, sometimes carrying our candles in our teeth, as we hung onto ledges with both hands. At last we arrived at the chimney, the only exit to the cave other than where we had entered. This vertical hole, the sides of which consist of rough lava, is a most disagreeable place to bare and goose pimply skin. We slid and fell in the dark, waving our feet about in mere air at times, until we reached the bottom, a room rather too small to hold five people. Through the water below us, we could see daylight, and diving down, swimming along for perhaps ten feet and then up, we arrived at the outside world, glad to be warm again, but not a little sorry to leave the cave behind. After body surfing at Hana beach, in the biggest waves I have ever seen, we were quite ready for dinner, and had japanese beef hekks at Clarence's Restaurant, the only one in town. The next day we also spent swimming, this time in a waterfall pool, which was swollen with recent rains. When we called Clarence to order dinner, we found that he had closed up and gone to the ball game. No Sunday dinner for us! The three hours home were driven in two, as we barely escaped falling over cliffs in our mad dash for home. The ice-box received first consideration as we arrived at 4: 30. Last week the japanese held a bon dance in the moonlight. The dancers wore kimonos, and danced around a platform covered with lanterns and flags. They were fascinating, with their beautiful, many-colored kimonos, and graceful motions. A We have also been to Luana, my grandmothers mountain houseg to Haleakala craterg to Makena beach, where the sharks play. We are learning the hula, my sister and I, playing ukuleles, and learning to like poi and lomi-lomi salmon. I hope you are enjoying this summer as much as I am. Aloha, Lois Hall Form VI Deep silence lay around me, As I stood in the breaking light. Dew laden grass, the Howers, And trees were unmoving, mute- And yet they spoke. They spoke Of God's great handiwork, Of Peace and joy- All undisturbed By any mortal thought or word. And then a bird awoke And burst the silence With a song. Sally Corbett Form IV ffty-Jeven