Small Puna Cemetery |
Each setting is like a window in time -- each grouping seems to carry its own personal, quiet ambiance. Every year local people (relatives and not) caravan down to Puna's famous "Red Road" to be sure that grave sites are cleaned and decorated -- some elaborate, some simple. These humble clusters of graves, found along the side of the road, offer reminders of village life 100 years ago.
One of our fondest memories during a Michigan visit to Phil's mom was a stroll with Margaret through the local cemetery where she pointed out plots with names going back on both sides for many generations.
Our home altar - those loved and lost |
This year we set up our family altar as a shrine of remembrance of those we have known, loved and lost including parents and "best persons" from our wedding; from baby Kummar who lived only 100 days, to much loved and respected teachers and elders who reached nearly 100 years.
One of the many interesting cultural differences here in Hawai'i is the very obvious respect given to elders -- the Kupuna, who are the carriers and teachers of tradition, language and culture.
"OLA NA IWI" (The bones live!)