Two photos separated by more than 70 years.
The top photo has a hand-written caption on the back: “Bill McKinnon, 1944-1945”
I don’t know anything about McKinnon, although it would appear he was either a friend of my parents, or of my uncle, Jim Yonge.
A quick online search turned up an obituary of John D. “Mac” McKinnon, which lists a deceased brother, William “Bill” McKinnon. Mac had been in Hawaii during WWII, and I’m guessing brother Bill is the same Bill McKinnon in this photo.
Perhaps further digging can locate surviving relative who might like the photo.
In any case, the picture was taken in the back yard of my parents’ house in Kahala. We moved back into the house last year after completing substantial renovations.
McKinnon is crouching in front of the Bombay Pirie mango tree planted when my sister, Bonnie, was born in 1943. The old house is in the background. Visible on the right, behind the outer leaves of the tree, are windows on the small room on the side of the house that was originally used as the “maid’s quarters.” It later was simply used as a storeroom. Around the corner of the house, out of sight one the right, was a laundry area with a large sink with washboard, which later included space for a washing machine.
You entered from the garage, close to the stairs to the backdoor into the kitchen. It had an extremely small shower, a toilet, and sink, and tiny closet, and enough from for a bed and perhaps a chair and dresser. Not much more.

The photo below shows approximately the same scene as it looked this morning. The window is still visible to the right of the tree, but it’s now looking out from our laundry room, which replaced the old storeroom and outside laundry area. The raised deck replaced what was formerly a ground-level lanai on a concrete slab. The tree has grown a bit over the years, as have we.

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Oh my! That tree sure has grown! I love your old photos and the way you share them now and then. Not very many of us have any idea what the house we grew up in looks like now–if it even still exists.
Judith, using Google Earth street view, you probably could get a look at the house you grew up in–if it is still there. I had a look at my old stomping grounds the other day. Most of the houses in my old neighborhood are still there and are still occupied, seventy years or so later.
Trees are historians- people who plant young trees do so with love- they may never see the soaring branches, the delicious fruit, the blissful shade- but they believe in the continuation of life and beauty and family. Thanks for sharing, Ian!