We didn't have a lot of money so I sold my 1966 Blue VW Bug and my Grand Piano and we moved to Hawaii to Hilo where my wife had lived with her boyfriend before me. She and he had graduated from Berkeley High School in Berkeley, California so she was now 23 years old and we had a new baby born that year, a son. We had gotten married I think in april and he had been born in may of 1974 so we went back to where she had lived before she met me. Though we had an amazing experience in Hilo, Hawaii on the big island it's also important to point out that the Big Island is the hottest of all the islands being the furthest south.
So, Kauai is around 300 miles north of the Big Island of Hawaii and Kauai is the rainiest and likely the most rainfall on earth in some places where it rains a little every day basically.
So, when we landed in Hilo in August of 1974 I at first thought I was going to die because I don't do well in the heat to begin with and have had heat prostration several times since then. However, over the next month or so it got a little cooler and I adapted somewhat. We stayed with Friends that lived there. He was an architect and she was the best friend of my wife's sister. Then after a week or so we rented a house and I leased a car for 3 months too. With this car we went to kalapana Black Sand Beach where Jesus walked on the water and greeted the people there. It is still a very sacred place to the Hawaiians.
We drove all around the island to Kona side and I got a scorpion sting in my right foot on Hapuna beach so I could only drive with my left foot for about a week and barely walk at all. this was a little scorpion which are the most poisonous. But at least he only got me on the bottom of my foot so I didn't die (just my leg I couldn't feel much for about a week and had to drive with my left foot. Luckily I had leased an automatic transmission car because I hadn't taught my wife to drive yet because she had never personally owned a car yet where as I have basically been driving since I was 5 to 8 years old because things were much different the way they were done in the 1950s when I was a child. But, mostly I had driven out in the country away from the big city at least until I was around 12 year old and was big as a man and looked like a man being around 5 foot 10 by 14 and 6 feet 5 by 22 or so.
So, eventually I taught her to drive my 1968 Camaro that we had left on the mainland with my parents. My father really loved this car too because it was so powerful.
One time as she had gotten her license but she didn't fully understand how powerful the car was she got in it and was angry at me and I saw the car fly through the air into Manzinita bushes with our 3 year old son in the back seat in Mt. Shasta and I hoped they were okay. Luckily no damage was done to theyg car or the my wife and young son. just a few scratches on the undercarriage so no visible damage at all.
Sorry I sort of got distracted looking back that far because my son is now 51 years old with a wife and son of his own and my grandson is now 11 years old and going to Junior High School.
If I have time I will write more before we fly back to the mainland.
Or maybe I might write more on the mainland after we get there. The rain is pretty bad right now in southern California by the way.
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