Today is a Hawaii State holiday, honoring Prince Jonah Kalaniana'ole Kuhio (1871-1922). Visitors to Hawaii will recognize his name in Kalaniana'ole highway, the route to Hanauma Bay, Sandy Beach and Makapu'u. They may even recognize that a portion of Waikiki Beach is properly called Kuhio Beach. Prince Kuhio was an member of the US Congress from Hawaii. Wikipedia reminds us that he was the first native Hawaiian and the only member of a royal family ever to serve there.
My mother, who remembers things Hawaiian even when she misses holidays like Presidents' Day and sometimes the 4th of July, smiled softly and said, "I think the man who smiled and kissed my hand was Prince Kuhio." Then she told the rest of the story.
"We lived in the country, and when my mother would come to town for shopping or other business, she would leave us with Auntie Alice. When we were there Auntie Alice would walk us down to the beach, where we used the ocean-front lanai at Prince Kuhio's home as our base. One day a man came out, on his way to somewhere else. I remember his mustache. I remember that he was very nice, smiled, kissed my hand. I was about 4 or 5 years old."
That would have been 1918-1820. Auntie Alice Lane was a schoolmate of my grandmother's and a lifelong close friend. Her husband, John C Lane, had served as a member of the Queen's Guard during the overthrow of the Hawaiian Monarchy in 1893, was a staunch Royalist, a supporter and personal friend of Prince Kuhio. Using the Prince's lanai was a perfectly natural thing for Auntie Alice. So it became a natural thing for my mother and her sister.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Persistence Pays: a Myth Uncovered
Kalaupapa in 1890, about the time my family lived there. (photo from http://superpupsays.typepad.com/ superpup_says/2010/10/castaways.html Oct 2010) |
PROBLEM: There are no records of Hele'ualani at Kalaupapa. No record of diagnosis. No record of admission as a patient. No record of housing. No census entry. Nothing. There are multiple records for her husband and two sons -- admission as patients at the Kalihi Detention Center in Honolulu, transfer to Kalaupapa, church records in Kalaupapa, and records of their deaths in the register of the colony residents. A cousin and I began to wonder if she ever was there. We looked further.
This morning I found a computerized entry for a woman named Heleualani among a collection of Hawaiian Deaths and Burials. This woman was born about 1846, and died at Kaaluloa (sic) on 6 Apr 1886. She fits the expected profile, more or less, for my great-great-grandmother. The computerized version of this record does not tell which island Kaaluloa is on, nor does it tell whether Hele'ualani is buried on private land or in a cemetery. The gazetteers were useless. The place may no longer exist. It may be too small to count. It may be misspelled. It just doesn't appear. Anywhere.
The online transcription does not tell us anything else about Heleualani to help identify her as our ancestor. I gave a copy of the print-out to my cousin to mull over.
A couple of hours later he called back. "Could that place be Kaululoa?" he asked. I'll know on Saturday when I can get down to the local LDS facility and read the microfilm.
"Read the land records you already have Hele'ualani and Kaho'oilimoku sold just under 6 acres of land to Dennis Toomey in 1885. Where was it?" Toomey had fathered two of this couple's grandchildren, and was then living with their daughter. I found the deed he mentioned. The parcel was identified as being in Kaululoa, Kawaipapa, Hana. Where we know Hele'ualani and her husband Kaho'oilimoku lived.
The source for the burial record is a register of burials from the Kingdom of Hawaii. If this particular register is from the Hana district of Maui, we have found what happened to our great-great-grandmother. She may or may not have had leprosy. My guess is that she did, since her husband and two youngest children were known leprosy patients. But she died, at home, in Hana, before she could be sent to Moloka'i.
Another myth created in family tradition may be shattered. A transcription error may be overcome. It helps to have someone with whom to bounce around ideas. Thank you, Tim, for being that person.
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