I started by catching up with Larry Olney, center in the red striped shirt.

Larry and his family lived directly across Kealaolu Avenue from us during this formative period, and we kept in touch after they moved to California. He still has the scar dating from an encounter with the head of a 7-iron during my backswing as we played in his back yard, and a chipped tooth from another of our childhood encounters. When we were sharing some banned substances at his California home in the 70s, he recalled those events with some indignation until I reminded him that he stepped on Jimmy, ending the life of my much favored green parakeet. I guess we were about even in the damage front.

I visited Larry in California about the time we graduated from high school, and looked him up again in the mid-1970s when I started working for the American Friends Service Committee, which had its regional HQ in Pasadena, where Larry lived. Our birthdays are just days apart, which seemed like an extra layer of connection when we were kids, and we've touched bases on and off over the years. He's a tax accountant, still living in the same Pasadena/Altadena area.

I quickly found a telephone number and gave him a call at his office. We had a great talk and I sent him a link to the photos. Unfortunately, he didn't recall who any additional names.

Chad Dunstan, second from left, was my classmate all through school and graduated in my class at University High School. His family lived down at the end of Kealaolu, actually around the corner on Kainapau Place. He had a dog, a brother, and a couple of sisters, one that went on to become an opera singer. His dad filled the house with WWII memorabilia. Chad died suddenly of a brain hemhorage in 1986 in Southern California, just two years after his dad passed away.

I've lost track of David Zimmerman, who is hidden among the many, many David Zimmermans that are turned up by a broad Internet search.

I thought that might be Boo Gallas on the far left, and managed to track down his wife via news clips and Facebook. But she responded, saying that it isn't Boo. Too bad. Now I'm thinking that it's Joe Shallenberger. We'll see.

And I guessed the third from the left might be Ring Miller, who was also in Kahala during these years. But I tracked him down in Orlando, where he's been based for three decades, and he said he's not in the photos.

I struggled for 24 hours trying to dredge up the name of the boy on the far right in the photo, who appears to be a bit older than the rest of us. Then a name popped into my head: "Ned Workman".

I wasn't real sure about that identification, but I quickly located a web page for the Kailua High School class of 1961 that said Ned lives in Cheboygan, Michigan. A bit more sleuthing turned up both a phone number and a description of him as a manager with the local Salvation Army, and that in turn led to an email address. So this morning I phoned and left a message, and followed that with an email. It only took a few hours to get a call back from a surprised Ned Workman.

He did not recall the hike as I described it, and didn't remember helping a Cub Scout pack in Kahala. But in 1957 he attended nearby Kaimuki Intermediate, and said his dad, Don Workman, worked for the Boy Scouts. I waited while he logged in to his email account for the link to the photos. Long seconds went by as he scanned the thumbnails and then opened the first photo with a good look at the person I was hoping might be him. More seconds passed as the photo opened on his computer.

Then came the excited answer: "That's me!"

He said he was finishing the 8th grade at the time of the hike, and entered Kailua High School in September. He graduated in 1961 and joined the Army the following year. He hasn't been back to Hawaii since except for a brief airport stopover in Honolulu on his way to Vietnam a couple of years later.

Putting a name and history behind his photo made my day, and seeing a bit of forgotten history certainly made his!

I also contacted elementary classmate Terry Baird, living on Lanai, in hopes that his memory might fill in the blanks. Nope.

So the search goes on for the two missing names.