Rain spit threatenly on sunrise hula, June 11, before King Kamehameha’s original statue in Kapaau. Behind my lawn chair on the hill, I heard smatterings of onlookers’ stories about his being lost at sea (one said seven years, one insisted three months) and coming here to his birthplace because another statue had already been ordered for Hawaii’s governmental seats. Twenty-foot leis were ceremoniously laid out on the Community Center grass. A young chantress blessed the ceremony and boys carefully raised leis to the king’s outstretched hands. Boys in loincloths and capes opened the parade ceremony, blowing conches at 7:45 a.m. Sometimes, when leis were heavy mums or kukui nuts, both the prongs on the long sticks would lose the lei and they would have to start again. Fifty-six leis required strong young arms and tall adult assistance. At least one was presented after Aunty gave a strong “Mahalo” to those bringing this count. Hawaiian royal descendants sang to the king, first men in red-and-gold capes, then women all in black. Aunty, announcing in red muumuu, invited us to continue buying red-and-gold tee shirts designed for the day. She lavished praise on handsome riders when they arrived from Hawi, two miles up Akone Pule. Each group bore gifts for the king. They were graciously accepted and placed on a platform to his left; some were dried woven boxes, most were enclosed in fresh ti leaf arrangements. The Pa’u queen and princesses, following a protocol of lei-making, horse-handling, skirt-draping, skirt-wrapping, waved elegantly as their horses brought them into view. The horses’ leis were most elaborate; Nihau’s even incorporated shells. I watched the skirts swing, amazed that the dozen yards of satin could stay in place with only kukio nuts wrapped in the waist fold.I recognized Oahu’s gold lehua blossoms and Hawaii’s proud reds. Every princess rode elegantly, as did her attendants. King Kamehameha looked over them all with far eyes, and I wondered what kind of horseman the first king became, growing beyond Pololu valley. Whether climbing out beyond ridges to Waipio or here in Kohala, his birthplace, would have required strong legs and backs–or a horse. Interspersed among the royalty representing all the islands, came local hula groups, dignitaries and officials, local representatives, and flags. I determined to look up whether the Spanish paniolos’ horses got here in time for Kamehameha to have his own steed. There was no doubt about the honour given him on his birthday, and much of it was on horseback.
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Hi Ginny,
It was sure fun reading about this celebration and parade. The huge leis were awesome. Mary and Karen spent the day here. Art was delivered for the next “Art on the Walls,” and we were also cataloging the Listen and Respond art from the students which will be displayed and many sold by silent auction. Always good to hear from you. Joy N.
King Kamehameha I was not impressed when given a horse in 1803. By this time he was already well into his 60’s, so it’s doubtful he ever rode much. He died at age 81 in 1819.
I’m thinking King Kamehameha probably didn’t have experience to know what to do with horses when given the first one in Hawaii. He was used to walking, running, sailing, and swimming. Historian Boyd Bond said the gift of cows to royalty was an even greater mystery; they were made sacred (though you couldn’t ride them, hunt them, etc.) and soon almost overran the island as they multiplied. I’m glad we “commoners” now have Island Beef!