Daily Archives: February 3, 2013

Legislature rules for public notice already getting sidestepped

The legislative session isn’t three weeks old yet and already it looks like rules are starting to be bent to meet internal deadlines.

Email alerts from the legislative information system at 6:42 p.m. and 6:47 p.m. Friday alerted the public of bills added to the agendas for Monday morning hearings before the House Agriculture and Housing committees.

The housing committee added HB1117 to its 8:45 a.m. agenda, while the agriculture committee added two bills and deleted two other bills from its 11:30 a.m. agenda.

The problem is that House rules seem to require public notice of Monday or Tuesday agendas before 4:30 p.m. “on the last work day” of the prior week.

Here’s Rule 11.5(1) of the House Rules:

Meetings, including decision-making sessions, of standing committees shall be public. Notice shall be publicly posted or announced on the House floor at least forty-eight hours prior to the meeting. Except for notices posted by the Committee on Finance, notice shall be posted before 4:30 p.m. on the last day of the work week for a hearing to be held on the following Monday or Tuesday. Notice of meetings may be shortened at the discretion of the Speaker upon request on the House floor by a chair or vice-chair and upon good cause shown.

It’s possible, I suppose, that the respective chairs could request a retroactive waivers from the 4:30 p.m. notice requirement during the floor session on Monday, but such after-the-fact remedies wouldn’t seem very fair to the public.

It’s still early in the session, so there will be lots of chances for those who are specifically concerned about these measures to catch up. But it’s still not a good to see the rules being sidestepped so early.

The title of “oldest living graduate of Kamehameha” changed hands this week

Following my mother’s passing last Tuesday, the oldest living graduate of Kamehameha is now believed to be Janet Hopkins Richards, of San Diego, who is also the last surviving member of of my mother’s Kamehameha School for Girls Class of 1931.

My sister, Bonnie, was on the phone to her just hours after my mother’s death to share the news.

Richards wrote a beautiful essay (“Remember when“) for the 70th reunion of the class back in 2001.

She wrote, in part:

Sharing in the upkeep of the school was probably the major teaching method for building good and industrious students. With tuition at $50, who could complain? The jobs rotated about every six weeks. There were tables to be set, silver and napkins carefully placed (and much as I hated it, to this day I fold the dinner napkins as I was taught), dishes to be washed in a commercial machine, potatoes and carrots to be peeled, linen to be ironed, the housemother’s room to be straightened, the halls and public rooms to be swept and dusted, and yes, the main staircase, too. It descend- ed three floors landing on the first floor in two separate symmetrically designed flights. Those stairs were swept with dustpan and brush. A modest sign on the wall above the fifth step read “There are no elevators in the house of success.”

In a personal note to my mother at the time, another class member, Tamar Mookini Tavares, reminisced about their years at Kamehameha.

The “elevator” I remember was the dumb-waiter carrying “foot stuff,” especially poi, from the ground floor to the kitchen, and at times a “love note” found its way to the intended “girlfriend”…. It was quite a trick to retrieve the note before Nui, the cook, found it. Remember him? He used to like to touch your behind. How I hated him.

Tamar was married to Freddy Tavares, a steel guitar great. Check out his biography among the “legends of steel guitar.”

My mother also attended their 80th class reunion in 2011. She was the only one from the class in attendance. My sister described the reunion experience in her blog.

A reunion is very different when there are so few to reunite. Bonnie wrote:

Mother said several times, almost wistfully, “All these people, and I don’t see anyone I know.” This is a relatively new problem for her. She’s always been able to connect with someone in a crowd. Despite its growth and influx of residents, Honolulu is still, socially, a very small town. As the only person from your class in attendance, it was inevitable that there would not be many seated at her table. But someone was there — Mikihala, class of ’36, who was Mother’s little sister when Miki entered Kamehameha. Classes of ’41 and ’46 were at the table behind us. Then the school president, Mike Chun, stopped to greet her. “You worked for the Rentons?” she asked. “My daughter-in-law is a Renton. And aren’t you related to the Mossmans?” Yes, his wife is a Mossman. She a granddaughter of a friend of Mother’s. It wasn’t such a group of strangers after all.

That’s Hawaii. Still a small town in big city guise.

More gems among ordinary: Photos from Waipahu c. 1940s

It’s going to take a long time to clear out my mother’s house if we keep running into such interesting things and have to stop to digest them.

This is a batch of photos from family gatherings in Waipahu, where my grandparents lived.

I love this one. It’s a little before my time, but shows my parents and grandparents at the table in their Waipahu home. That’s my older sister, Bonnie, looking so cute.

Visiting Duke and Lani Yonge

Just click on the dinner scene to see all of today’s photo gallery.

These photos were taken before all of the residential development in the area, and the views back towards the Waipahu Mill are amazing. A different time and a different world.