My parents came over last week and they brought me a CD of images from my first trip to Hawaii. It feels like forever ago. I remember flying into Hilo airport and Sarito greeting us with Lei's or was it only I that got one? We had a big turkey dinner because it was Christmas and there was Cayenne Pepper instead of Paprika all over the turkey which made the gravy deliciously spicy. The next morning I woke up to bird chatter, the smell of roasting coffee beans, and warm sunlight tickling my cheeks. I thought to myself, "Is there anything more beautiful?" Our lanai looked out over the coffee plants and the rest of the yard with Hilo Bay in the distance. It was heaven. The sounds and smells can't even be imagined. Then we went to Waipio Valley.
Waipio Valley was supposedly the first area settled by Polynesians in as early as 400AD. The valley is perfect for a civilization to grow because of the abundance of fresh water, protection from the high walls, and the access to the ocean for fishing. Today, Taro root is farmed in the area while wild horses graze. The Waipio Valley used to have many inhabitants, there was a jail, hospital, grocery store, and many residents. I am pretty sure you can rent a hut down there for a month and surf until your heart is content but you won't have many amenities. Back to the Taro root though- because there is a lot of symbolism and language that surrounds the growing of Taro.
Ripping from the online pages of www.poico.com:
Betty Fullard Leo tells us in Tapping The Roots of Taro, "the taro or kalo plant originated when the son of Wakea (Sky Father) and his daughter Ho'ohoukalani was born lifeless and deformed, like a gnarled root of a plant. The grieving parents buried the baby, but the next day a taro plant sprouted from the grave, which Wakea named Haloa. When the second son of Wakea was born they named him Haloa also, because he was the younger brother of Taro, from whom all Hawaiians descended."
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"Life begins with the 'ai, the 'aina, that which nurtures us, that which gives us what we eat," explains Hanoa. "Understand that in the Hawaiian language, 'na' adds to the word, makes plural. The corm of the plant, the root or meat, represents the makua or parent and the offshoot or stem is the 'oha.' Thus 'ohana,' the family."
Ripping from the online pages of www.poico.com:
Betty Fullard Leo tells us in Tapping The Roots of Taro, "the taro or kalo plant originated when the son of Wakea (Sky Father) and his daughter Ho'ohoukalani was born lifeless and deformed, like a gnarled root of a plant. The grieving parents buried the baby, but the next day a taro plant sprouted from the grave, which Wakea named Haloa. When the second son of Wakea was born they named him Haloa also, because he was the younger brother of Taro, from whom all Hawaiians descended."
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"Life begins with the 'ai, the 'aina, that which nurtures us, that which gives us what we eat," explains Hanoa. "Understand that in the Hawaiian language, 'na' adds to the word, makes plural. The corm of the plant, the root or meat, represents the makua or parent and the offshoot or stem is the 'oha.' Thus 'ohana,' the family."
Taro root is farmed by cutting off part of the plant for harvest, and then the other part will grow more Taro. Ohana is a word used very commonly on the Big Island, if you have an Ohana it means you have an inlaw area where you parents can live. Some properties even come with a detached Ohana. Wet farmed Taro makes great poi (poi is a dough like substance. I like poi english muffins best) and most wet farmed Taro comes from the Waipio.
Check out this documentary from PBS Hawai'i about Taro farming- with Jason Scott Lee:
http://www.bacipix.com/livingpono/overview.html
If you ever get to the Big Island and don't go to the Waipio you aren't really experiencing all that is Hawaii.
Check out this documentary from PBS Hawai'i about Taro farming- with Jason Scott Lee:
http://www.bacipix.com/livingpono/overview.html
If you ever get to the Big Island and don't go to the Waipio you aren't really experiencing all that is Hawaii.