“Listening to people’s experiences then sharing them distilled to their essence helps people see places and one another in new ways” (xvii)— Mehana Blaich Vaughan
I remember staying up late with my grandpa, while he was teaching me how to bake his famous blueberry cheese cake. He was the very one who taught me how to chef up (his Hawaiian style)shoyU chicken. I remember him teaching me how to separate my white clothes from my colored one, and being able to wash clothes from the age of 12. He was always teachign me how to do soemthing.
My mom told me a story when I was two years old, I would take my blanket with me walk out of our room, walk down stairs into my grandpa house. I always ran to him to get out of yelling s from my parents. I remember jumping out of my window, just to go to his room. I would always make pillow, cushion and sheet castles on the side of his bed and fall asleep.
My grandpa taught me how to clean up after myself. I got yelled at, I got the belt, and you know what he taught me to have respect on not just family but everyone.
The stories and the memories that I hear and sometime share, I want people to know how much someone means to me. How much someone can teach you. My grandpa never had too much while growing up but what he has taught me, I will never forget.
When Mehana talks about these kupunas and people, I Believe Mehana wants the readers to show that these people from specific places had the ability to teach someone how to fish, weave, hunt, etc..and to show how much to appreciate and take in what you can learn. Our Kupunas, parents will not be here for too long and to hear and learn what they are able to teach you, we should grasp it.