|At the core of this scene, sitting under a sprawling mango tree is a small woman. As your eyes meet, her face lights up with a smile and suddenly you are standing before her. She hugs you and holds your arm insistently but gently and invites you to a walk in the fields and you are home...home with grandma.
Grandma arrived on Kaua'i with all her belongings in one suitcase.
|Through time, she raised 10 children, survived tsunamis, World War 1 & 2, Statehood, and hurricanes. She has been a witness to the passing of a century of change and as her steps grow slower with age...one thing has remained constant, her spirituality.
In ancient times, Hawaiians built heiau in the Lawai Valley only to be followed by
|the Chinese, Japanese, Portuguese and Filipinos and their structures of worship. In this valley, are the remains of the prayers of all ethnicities and religions. And it is to this valley that for the past fifty years, grandma has continued their legacy.
Grandma's gift is to share this history, Hawaiiana, spirituality, and aloha with the world and the next century to come.