Monthly Archives: May 2011

Sport fishing in Kona Hawaii


Paula with an all girl team in Fishing Tournament

Paula and me heading out for a Fishing Charter

 

Paula with Marlin caught by the people that invited her and me to go with them

 

Paula with the boat captain

 

Paula standing near the new charter ship available for intimate dinner cruises

Paula and me on that new ship for a complimentary Dinner Cruise   

Paula and I were so lucky to be able to both take advantage of the offers on Charters and Luaus. It was also good for those who invited us as we were in a position to tell our Taxi Fares about our experiences and recommend which services to use.

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TAXI! Continued

Paula, Ernie and Michelle in our Paradise Taxi dispatching area of our home.

Paula and me in the Paradise Taxi dispatching area of our home

Paula and I started our own Company and named it Paradise Taxi. We worked very hard to get it established and I firmly believed in the power of advertising. We promoted our  company in dozens of ways that no other company there ever did. We were the prominent advertiser in the yellow pages and just by luck was given the easy to remember phone number of 329-1234.  Years later when a new prefix of 326 was introduced I requested the 326-1234 number as a second line and was informed that it had already been given out. I never knew who had that number and thinking back I guess I could have just called it and offered them money to let me buy it but at the time I just used the number assigned me for our second line. Well wouldn’t you know several months later Paula’s brother moved to Hawaii into an apartment complex that was just built and guess what phone number he was assigned — Yep, 326-1234, Knowing her brother as I did, I just waited patiently and soon he was planning to move back to California. When I heard that he was moving I called the phone company and reserved his number when he left. So we had 2 very simple easy to recall phone numbers working to our advantage.

We also bought the best little ink pens with our Name ,Phone numbers and logo on them from a firm in San Diego, CA . They were the most reliable ball point pens I have ever used and our customers were always asking for additional pens. We also had a silk screen made for out everyday uniform “The TEE Shirt”. The lady who owned the company that did our Tee shirts only used the best Hanes products and could supply them in many colors. We even sold the Tee shirts to people visiting Hawaii that loved the name Paradise Taxi with our Rainbow logo. We kept a supply of various mens & womens sizes that did not have a name on them to sell to the tourist. I owned that Logo and paid a graphics artist to design it.

When we first arrived in Kona several of the Taxi companies used there children’s initials for the name of their company. I think it was a clever ploy that worked to their advantage at the tip time. If a visitor asked about the name of their Taxi and the proud parent told how each letter stood for each of their children the pocket book opened a little wider at the time to pay the fare. Even though it was 1974 back in the Mainland USA, Hawaii was still on “Hawaiian Time” and so the dominate Taxi Company there at that time used their children’s initials proudly on their dome lights. I don’t think it ever crossed their mind that the “KKK” Taxi was probably not the wisest choice to use for the growing tourist trade coming to Kona from the Mainland. As their children became adults and maybe because someone pointed it out to them, around the early 80’s they changed it to “KA” Taxi, named in honor of the mother whose last name was Ka.

Paula really loved that she could drive interesting people around, get paid to do that and still be just a radio call away from her growing children. Getting to work every day in a Tee shirt was a plus also. I loved that and the fact that “Paula Was My Girl”

TAXI!

Paula, the Taxi Driver at the Kona Lagoon Hotel

Paula enjoying a complementarity Luau for Taxi Drivers

 

Ernie and Paula enjoying a complementarity Luau for Taxi Drivers


Paula working the phones and radio from home with Michelle

 

Ernie the Taxi Driver with Michael and Michelle on the Kailua-Kona Pier

Paula started driving my taxi shortly after we established our own Taxi Company. Well I tried to get this post in under the wire so as to meet my post a day schedule but fell just short. I’m sure that’s more important to me than to you so I will get over it. There is one photo that I know is somewhere hiding in the depths of my computer and I’ve been searching most of the day for it. Now that I’ve started this post I’m sure I’ll find it tomorrow.

Well here we are living in Hawaii. If you had told me eight months earlier that I’d sell my new house that I loved, quit a job that had the best benefits package and lifetime employment locked in to move to Hawaii where the cost of living was very high and the prospects of employment almost non-existent, I would have thought you were out of your mind.  Paula had to be a saint to allow me to rip her out of what was a very comfortable lifestyle and fly her to the middle of the Pacific Ocean without even the slighted hint of employment for either of us. Plus even though we had cash from the sale of our house in California, it was not even within the realm of possibilities that we  could buy a house there because neither of us had a job or any prospects of one. When we were living in Hilo, which is by far the largest city on the Island of Hawaii, I checked the job opening in the newspaper and there were two listing; one was for an insurance salesman (Not an Agent) and the other for a Fry Cook. I probably could have learned to be a Fry Cook bur that listing was quickly filled.

Speaking about the newspaper, it was the Hawaii Tribune Herald, because I did not have a job to go to and it rained so much in Hilo I thoroughly read and re-read the newspaper. One day I got out my highlighter and marked the twelve typographical error on The Front Page! So again having quite a lot of free time I decided to call the editor of the newspaper and inquire about all these errors. He seemed to be quite a pleasant fellow on the phone and explained to me that they ran a union shop at the newspaper and the lady that was their proofreader was very elderly and had been laid-off due to poor job performance. He said that if they were to hire a proofreader they would have to bring that lady back on the job, so  it seemed to him that they would be without a proofreader until that lady passed away. Of course we all know what happened a few years later computers were every where with their spell-check programs and the job as a proofreader pretty much faded into history.

After we had spent the first three weeks in Hawaii unable to find employment guess where we went, yep The Unemployment Office.  In Hawaii thing are as they say–Laid-back, we took the two kids walked into the State Office and were immediately sent into an interview cubicle. The state worker there was very polite and offered the kids snacks from his personal stash. He took down all the pertinent information and after getting all the details said how very sorry he was that we did not qualify for unemployment benefits because we both had quit our jobs.  I’ve always found the concept of unemployment benefits strange. It seems to me like if you don’t have a job you should qualify for unemployment, but that’s not how it works. Paula or I never drew any unemployment so I don’t really know how it does work exactly. Anyway this fellow was so concerned that our children had parents without a job and he couldn’t help us but he knew who could: “Follow Me” he said as he got out of his chair grabbed up Michelle and started off to another cubicle in the office. He introduced us to as petite Oriental looking young girl and said she would take good care of us. We thanked him for his help and he went back to his cubicle. Again many question on forms were asked and answered and the young girl appeared to be genuinely shocked that we had not worked in the last three weeks. She informed us that she would issue us an emergency amount of Food Stamps and that we would receive our next months supply in the mail.  She also told us that we qualified for some program and I no longer remember the name of it, but it was something to do with having children at that time and she would get us a voucher to pay for the three weeks we we without a job and the next months check would be in the mail. Paula and I were dumbfounded. Living the Good Life in Hawaii AND on the Dole! Of course I had to stop on the way home and try out those Food Stamps — bought a big frozen SMOKED turkey. Living Large on the Government!

We got comfortable getting free money and Food Stamps, going to the beach or the pool everyday and sorta looking for jobs. Then I’m standing in line at the Post Office one day behind these two young ladies and I over hear their conversation. One asked how her boyfriend was doing and the other replied “Oh he’s driving a Taxi and making $50 a day”. My ears perked up and the light-bulb went off in my brain. In 1974 $50.00 was REAL Money; not like today when it will just barely cover pizza and a beer. So I talked to a local fellow who had his own Taxi and he was happy to let me try my hand at driving his Taxi part-time. In the last photo above was that first Taxi I drove over in Hawaii and there is another photo some where in the depths of this computer of me with that same Taxi, but it remains at large.

A long post today and I hope you find it interesting. I also don’t want you to forget ( Because I Most Certainty Don’t)   how lucky I was that– Paula Was My Girl.

Welcome to Kona, Hawaii

 Michael and Michelle in the lush gardens of the apartment complex where we lived in Kona, Hawaii


Michael and Michelle at one of the many banana trees at the apartments

Michael and Michelle in front of a Wood Rose bush at the apartments

Michael, Michelle and “the Whole Gang” at the pool in the apartment complex

Michael, Michelle, Jeremiah and the rest of the gang at McDonald’s Playground 

Michael and Michelle at the Kailua-Kona pier

Michael and Michelle at their favorite beach in Kona  – Kanaluu

Paula with Michael and Michelle at the Volcanoes National Park  during an eruption

Paula with Michelle where the lava flowed half way over the road

Paula and I stopped by the Volcanoes National Park after getting the news that the Volcano was erupting. It’s fascinating to see all the lava there. The lava that flows smoothly like shown in the last photo above is called “Pāhoehoe lava” and it is by far the most dangerous. Flowing much like a swollen river it quickly moves along burning and burying every thing in it’s path. On the Big Island of Hawaii when these lava rivers flow into the sea it is a spectacular pyrotechnics show. The molten, liquid rock meeting the cool ocean water makes for some steamy, fiery displays. They are stunning to observe at night. Because of the attraction to these free to the public awesome exhibitions of mother nature’s fury  some people lose their ability to process the extreme danger of venturing to close to these events. There are warning signs every where and yet some people believe that somehow the danger is overstated and some have paid with their lives for ignoring the warnings.

The other type of lava is called “A’a lava” and is diametrically opposite to “Pāhoehoe lava”. It sorta just rumbles along as if it were large jagged black rocks being pushed ever forward from behind by an invisible bulldozer. The sound that it makes is sort of a metallic tinkling sound s the small light stones fall from the advancing wall of destruction replaced by more and more cooling ones from behind. There are numerous videos of home owners desperately spraying water from a hose in an attempt to stop the advancing fiery menace from destroying their beloved home. Tragically the largest majority fail to stop the onslaught of dispassionate Mother Nature.

It’s as if Mother Nature wanted to balance the immensely destructive forces of her lava with the stunning beauty of her plants and flowers growing in Hawaii. Even on the most desolate lava bed left by her, new ferns appear within just a few short weeks after the flow has stopped it’s fiery onslaught. The sterile lava that bursts forth with such fury lays quietly  still and Mother Nature begins her slow but steady work of transforming a plant killing media into a plant nourishing one. Ask any coffee connoisseur about Kona Coffee and watch the smile begin as they refresh the memories of palate pleasing, nostril exciting  pleasure vividly brought to their mind. By far the largest majority of coffee sold in America comes from countries where you would never drink the local water. Opposite that is Kona Coffee grown on small family owned farms under ideal sanitary conditions most of which is processed and packaged right in the local area. If you like coffee and have never tried real Pure Kona Coffee you might not want to try it because it will put all other coffees to shame.  The small amount grown compared to the global production of coffee is tiny and the price reflects that. Kona coffee blends are available but the superiority of 100%  Pure Kona Coffee is defiantly worth the premium price it demands.

As is obvious in the above photos Michael and Michelle loved the beautiful flowers that were just everywhere. Paula was able to be a “Stay at Home” Mom during these critical formative years and I’m sure our children benefited more than they know from that. I found a job driving a taxi and Paula continued to “Be My Girl”.

Welcome to Hilo, Hawaii

Paula, Michael and Michelle arriving at the Hilo, Hawaii Airport January 1974

Michelle and Michael on the Lava Rock Wall in front of the house we rented

Michelle and Michelle with some of the wild orchids that grew in abundance there


Michelle and Michael on their Cycles in Hilo,Hawaii 1974

Michelle, Michael and the next door neighbor kids in Hilo, Hawaii


Michael and Michelle and  the ocean at the end of our street Hilo, Hawaii 1974

Michael and Michelle on our 8 foot round waterbed that I built

Michael and Michelle at one of the many waterfalls on the road between Hilo and Kona

Michael and Michelle on the Saddle Road between Hilo and Kona

Paula was beginning to doubt my sanity the first night we arrived in Hilo, Hawaii. Michelle had caught a terrible stomach virus and we had to take her to the emergency room for treatment. The staff there were able to get the situation under control and thankfully we didn’t have to spend the entire night there because we were all tired from the long flight from California. The next morning was sunny and bright and Michelle seemed none the worse from the night before. We got into our rental car and headed off to find a house to rent. That wasn’t a problem and we were in the house the next day. We had shipped all of our household items by air and half of them arrived before we did. The remaining half arrived the next day so we were all set to begin our Hawaiian Adventure.

The reason we moved to Hilo in the first place was because when Paula’s Mom and Dad were on their tour of all the islands they arrived in Kona before traveling to Hilo where they would board the airplane to return home after 2 days touring Hilo. Well Paula’s parents were very religious and they observed some local young men smoking pot on the pier in Kona and asked the tour guide if they could skip Kona and go in advance to Hilo for the remainder of their tour. He arranged that for them and so they spent about 4 days in Hilo. They went to the local Church which was filled with people their age and loved it. When they came back and said they wanted to move to Hilo it didn’t matter where we moved , we were just following their advise. Huge Mistake — Hilo is very lush for a reason we found out why–Rain– lots and lots of Rain. The ocean at the end of our street was not assailable to go swimming and there was no beach. We found out that the other side of the island, Kona, was where the good swimming beaches were. We used to all pile into the Chevy LUV truck and go  to Kona for the day and then drive back to Hilo, 80 miles each way. It didn’t take me long to realized we were on the wrong side of the island. After the first months rent was up we loaded up and moved to Kona. I told Paula if her parents insisted on moving to Hilo we could go and visit them but I was staying in Kona. Well when her parents did sell their house in California they moved to Kona also. They said that if we had not liked Hilo after living there a month they probably would not either.

So here we were — living the Good Life in Hawaii. Life was Good and Paula Was My Girl.

The Real Reason Our House Sold So Fast & For Cash?

Construction of the Greenhouse

All the Painting is done

One of the Hydroponic trays turned upside-down

Paula allowed me so much freedom to do what ever I wanted and was always supportive of me. I learned about growing tomatoes using Hydroponics and knew that would be an extremely profitable venture to get in on. We visited some large scale operations up in the high desert of Southern California and I researched the methods available at that time. In my discussions with other people interested in Hydroponics I met a man who wanted to produce the fiberglass trays that hold the growing materials. I worked at a metal shop and fabricated the 6′ by 2′ mold to produce the trays like the one shown in the picture above. Part of the contract for my producing the mold was that I could use it to make all my own trays at no additional cost.

So I began to erect a huge green house in our back yard to grow Hydroponic tomatoes. It had full 8′ walls and was gas heated, water cooled and lots of lighting. I had just finished putting the Filon fiberglass panels on when Paula’s Dad became ill as related in the previous post. So although the greenhouse was complete the inside construction of the Hydroponics systems was not started yet.

Then along comes this young couple who bought our house for cash and didn’t have a single problem with the house at all. They just wanted possession  as soon as possible. So looking through my ever present “Rose Colored Glasses” and being clueless to boot, Paula and I just took their money and were smiling all the way to the bank and then off to Hawaii. It must have been decades later it finally dawned on me (You know like in the cartoons when the light-bulb suddenly lights up!) that they probably were going to grow a cash crop in that greenhouse and it wasn’t going to be TOMATOES!!

We were so far away that if it ever was in the news we never heard about it.  Funny how life is isn’t it?

Paula’s Dad is Hospitalized

Paula and Her Proud Father in Karachi, Pakistani

Paula With Her Dad at Collonges, France 1955 

Paula and Her Dad at Her Wedding May 1,1965 Riverside, California

Paula’s Mom & Dad with Their Newborn Grandson, Michael

Michael Held by His Grandpa, Aubyn Scott

Birthday Party for Paula’s  Dad at Ferrell’s Ice Cream Parlor Riverside, CA  November 1973

Paula’s Dad at a Luau in Hawaii October, 1976

Paula’s Dad and Mom with Friends Visiting Hawaii

Paula’s Dad and Mother’s Final Resting Place in Hawaii 

Paula’s Dad became ill in Riverside, California and was hospitalized for a short time. The doctor took me aside and told me that Paula’s Dad was very ill and has suffered a congested heart failure in addition to having double pneumonia. He was on a breathing machine and was being given antibiotics intro-venously. The doctor told me that the prognosis was very grim. Paula’s Dad had contracted tuberculosis when he was a young man over in Pakistan and at that time he had 1/2 of one of his lungs removed and the other one had severe scaring which affected his breathing. The doctor told me that Paula’s parents had bought and paid for a trip to the Hawaiian Islands and it was only a few days before they were scheduled to depart. Paula’s parents had tried to postpone or reschedule the trip but was informed that neither options were available to them. The doctor was aware of this and told me privately that I should encourage them to take the trip as planned and added that Paula’s dad was very close to death and “he might as well pass away on the beach in Hawaii as in their hospital room”.

I did not relay this information to either Paula or her parents but did all that I could to make them go on that vacation to Hawaii. They finally agreed at the last minute and Paula and I rushed them to the airport to meet up with the rest of their tour group. He took a portable breathing machine with him and was still on heavy antibiotics. He was still very weak and his cheeks were pale. His fingernails were an ashen color and I thought that he was going to be returning in a coffin. However their trip was uneventful and they returned in three weeks suntanned, rosey-cheeked  and very much more energetic than before when they left. They were excited about Hawaii and discussed retiring early and moving there. The big thing stopping them was that they did not want to be separated from their Grandchildren, Michael and Michelle. So being the nice fellow that I am (and knowing what the doctor had told me in private) I announced that that wouldn’t be a problem we would just sell our new house that we loved so much, quit our really good jobs and just all move to Hawaii. Of course I left out a lot of  the previous sentence when I told them that. I was so secure in the knowledge that the doctor shared with me that I could just pretend to go along with this crazy plan until we had the funereal and then we could get back to our normal lives.

Our house was on a street of about 26 homes and there were 5 homes for sale by Realtors on either side of our street. I placed a for sale by owner sign in the front yard confident that I’d just ask too much and the people would go away. Paula’s parents also listed their home with a Realtor  and told his work about his plans to move to Hawaii.

They had taken their trip to Hawaii in the first part of November, 1973 and Paula, the kids and I arrived at the Hilo, Hawaii airport to start our new adventure on January 1, 1974. It went that fast. A young couple came to look at the house and offered to pay us cash twice what we had paid for it 5 years earlier (That story later) and we couldn’t turn them down. Paula’s parents were able to sell there home 4 months later and we flew back to California to help them pack-up and move.

Oh yeah, Paula’s Dad passed away in Hawaii like the Doctor had predicted only it was 16 years later!

Paula with Michael and Michelle in California

Paula holding Michelle at Michael’s Birthday Party at Ferrells

Michelle and Michael playing in our side yardMichelle with Paula’s glasses and Michael with mine

Paula and Michael at the piano

Paula making waffles for breakfast

Paula and Michael in the Living Room

Paula and our children, Michael and Michelle spent many joyous hours in our new house in Rialto, California. Paula had the good fortune to have two beautiful healthy babies and had the extra bonus of good health herself. She got the best of care at Loma Linda Hospital during her pregnancy and the actual births went without complications for either the children of Paula. She continued to work at the hospital and the children’s subsequent care was also top notch.

Our Baby Michelle Arrives July 6, 1971

Paula with Michelle & Michael July. 1971

Michelle’ First Night Home

Michelle on Our Bed

Michelle’s First Photoshoot

Michelle On Our King-sized Bad

Michael and Michelle Visiting Grandma

Michelle in the Backyard With Michael

Michelle With her Grandma in Benton, Arkansas

Michelle on Her First Trip to Grandma’s House in Benton, Arkansas

Michelle,  Paula and Michael at the Other Grandma’s house in Riverside, California 

Paula has that angelic glow of motherhood again with the birth of our second child, Michelle. Michelle arrived on time so we had time to do all the steps in order for her birth. There were more parenting classes and more practicing your breathing classes that we attended. Michael was almost 2 years old and so happy to be around his “Bay C” as he called her. Michelle also was a happy baby and our little family was complete. We were so lucky to have a boy and a girl that were absolutely normal and healthy. We were comfortable in our new home with our new family and life was good.  Paula shone at being a mom and kept her house and children clean and presentable in addition to working 40 hours a week. She was the real Supermom!  Her weekends  were for her family and she made-up for any lost time during the week. It was a role that she would excel in for many, many years to come.

Michael comfortably settled into his role as the protective big brother and seemed to instinctively know how to be the big brother. Michelle was always giggling at him and you could tell that she was comforted by his presence. Michelle quickly learned that she would be the perfect “Partner in Crime” for her big brother. Michael always hatched the plan and Michelle was always eager to do whatever the mastermind had come up with. Paula soon learned a new meaning of “The Terrible Two’s” — They were a team on a mission!

Our days as a complete family in California were shortened by the events that unfolded quickly after Paula’s Dad became suddenly Ill.

Our New-Born Son, Michael, Comes Home With Us

Our First Baby, Micheal Paul SmithPaula With Our Newborn Baby MichaelMichael In Bed With Daddy ErnieMichael In His New Bed Right After His BathMichael Enjoying His PoolMichael With Paula On His First ChristmasMichael With Paula’s Mom & DadMichael With His Proud GrandpaMichael With Ernie’s Mom & Step-dadMichael with Ernie’s Mom, Step-dad, Sister & Her Two Sons Visiting From Arkansas 

Paula was certainty not caught off-guard with the early arrival of our first baby Michael, she had worked very hard to make sure everything was ready for our new arrival. His new crib was assembled and his room fully stocked with all the supplies that was necessary to take care of a newborn. My Mom and Step-Dad and my Sister along with her two sons arrived from Arkansas for a visit within the first few months after Michael was born. Paula slipped so easily into her her role as a Mom and even though there were some sleepless nights and lots more washing and food preparation for our new son, she really excelled in her additional role of being a Mother. Paula’s Mom and Dad lived about 20 minutes away and visited often, they were so happy to be new Grand Parents. Michael was a good baby and seldom fussed or had problems going right to sleep. I think that must have been because of  the fact that Michael was just worn out at the end of the day from us playing with him almost non-stop. He was just such a happy baby. Paula got some time off from her job with the birth of Michael, but in no time at all she was back to work. Paula’s Mom ran a Day Care Center in her home and so we paid her to take care of Michael while we were working. I’m sure that we could not have found a better person to watch our baby while we were working.

About the same time as Michael was born Travis & Marilyn Johnson also had their first son, Darryl, arrive. That was good because now Michael would have a “Partner in Crime” to grow up with for a while.

Paula was such a good mother, she kept her new baby so clean and well fed. We were a “Happy Little Family” and  just to think it all started because Paula Was My Girl.