Remember? Last year's Fourth of July!

It was only last year that we were at the softball field and did what we did a week ago: ate ono grinds, had a good time and made money for a good cause. One more look into yesteryear won't hurt. Unless you were 5 lbs lighter, like I was. Boo-hoo!

Stroll down, tho not too far, into memory lane.

Thanks, Pete, for posting:)

More 4th Pics!

A good time was had by all. The amount of planning, co-ordination, and work was reflected in the faces of all who attended. As a family supporter for Celeste Perkins, sometimes it's hard to volunteer for events like this. When I see the commitment in the people like Divina, Jan, Nancy, Natalie, and all the other volunteers who made this picnic happen, I'm feel so proud to be part of this organization if only minimally. Our efforts are pale to the efforts our family members with ALS go through everyday. Already looking forward to next year. ALOOOHAA!

Happy 4th of July!

It was a cluster of tents at the Diamond Head side of Kapiolani Park. The trunks of the trees around it were wrapped in red and blue streamers. So were the legs of the tents. The balloons tied to the tops of the tents protested against their being tied down and strained to go with the nice breeezes that were fanning the site, making the heat part of the decor rather than a nuisance. And there were patriotic flags, big and small, proclaiming the pride we have of our country, our fellowmen, our independence and our liberties. A banner proclaming "HAWAII ALS" adorned the center tent - the red one: Ken's City Mill tent - told passersby and fellow picnickers scattered around the fields what we were about:

Our Second Annual Fourth of July Fun-raiser!

There was American spirit everywhere: hotdogs/burgers, watermelon, potluck fare and plenty more - to remind us we are a land of plenty, something we should always be thankful for. In one corner, Generator A refused to give life to our Shave Ice machine (wo)manned by Nancy. But we were not about to stand for nay-sayers. Generator B was called to duty. Bill, upon discovering why it also was refusing to work, drove off with Paul to buy the needed oil to get it started. And start, it did, which made our keikis, tutus and regular picnic revelers extremely happy, with or without azuki beans in their shave ice. At the end tent, Judy, the master face-painter, showed off her craft on many a tot's face, arm, hand, any G-rated body part available.

The spirit of competition was alive and well: tugs of war, relay races for young and old, water balloon toss and later on, an impromptu softball game. Chris saw to it that competition was fair, while Tanya was chasing Chase. This, while lovebirds Lance and Nicole, dutifully churned out the hotdogs and burgers, in their matching blue and white aprons.

Then, of course, what blue-blooded American won't believe that he/she has the luck of the Irish? Divina called off the winning numbers, while Natalie, picked them out. There were prizes to die for, from generous friends who gave of their hearts as well as their wallets. Till the last T-shirt went to the final winner.

Vi was there. Britt was there. Chester was there. So was Celeste. So were their entourages. Priscilla and Vicky kept tab on our donations while hubby, Pete, roamed with his camera lens documenting the spirit as well as the faces of fun and delight. Earlier a crew of groupies (Jay, Shelley, Glizza and company, Daniel, Pete, Natalie) and friends made an empty site into a picnic site, assembling and decorating the tents, setting up the tables and distributing the chairs. When we finally started with a welcome from Jan, he remembered all who could not come and those among us who flew to Heaven this year: Daria, Sylvia, Nancy, Joe, Bully, Charlie. They are having their own fireworks up there, I bet.

Just like all the wonderful endeavors that Americans all over our land and beyond, our 4th of July celebration would not have been possible without help from family, friends and strangers. We call it aloha here in Hawaii. We, Filipinos, call it bayanihan. I think every race has a name for it: Sharing, Giving, Loving, Concern for each other.

We had lots of aloha last Sunday. There was enough - and then some- that will take us through the year to yet another 4th, in 2011, when we will proudly show this spirit, this attitude all over again. Till then, mahalo everyone.