Hawaiʻi Island artist Donald Namohala Yuen (1931-2023) loved the island on which he was born, and often painted its many wahi pana – special places.
This oil painting, Waiwelawela, was commissioned by the developer and tour operator “Slim” Holt. Anyone with information about the original owner or other owners is invited to contact Don’s daughter, Leilehua, so that provenance can be updated. The most recent sale price of the original was US$3,500.00.
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Waiwelawela (“Blue Lake” or “Kapoho Hot Ponds”) by Donald Namohala Yuen Dimensions of original: 67.31cm X 174cm (26.5″ X 68.5″)
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Don Yuen with a painting he did in the late 1940s or early 1950s in the officer’s mess at Pearl Harbor naval base.
Don Yuen as a young man with one of his first major commissions. While serving in the US Navy, he was asked to paint murals in the Pearl Harbor mess and in the dive training tank.
Wai Welawela was featured in the 1951 version of Bird of Paradise. One of the delightful things about this movie is that the Hawaiian actors are native speakers of Hawaiian!
Written pre-code, it is worth watching to see some of the conflicting ideas, prejudices, preconceptions of the time. Here you will see an origin of the fantasy of the blue-eyed white man who is immediately revered by Polynesians as a king.Sketch for “Lihi Kai,” the home Don designed at Kehena for his parents, just a few miles from Kapoho.
He also designed other homes in the area. At the time, articles about his innovative designs which integrated the houses into their environment, used natural airflow for cooling, and featured a Polynesian-Asian esthetic, called him “the Hawaiian Frank Lloyd Wright” and “The Frank Lloyd Wright of the Pacific.”
Episode 17 ended yesterday when low fountaining at the south vent stopped. Pele’s dance sustained heights of 50-200 feet (15-60 meters) and lasted 35.5 hours. She showed a little north vent activity that stopped around 11:15 a.m. HST on April 8. The north vent pond collapsed sometime last night.
The word “pele” can be translated as “lava flow, volcano, eruption; volcanic” as well as being the name for the akua Pele, the elemental personification of volcanic forces.
With that in mind, the mele hula, E Pele, E Pele can be translated in both a literal and a poetic sense at the same time!
No, Liliʻuokalani did not start the custom of tossing gin into Kīlauea. That was Mr. George Lycurgus, some years later. Following is a description of her visit to Kīlauea in 1800, when she was still Princess, extracted from her autobiography, Hawaiʻi’s Story by Hawaiʻi’s Queen.
IN the year 1880 Miss Helen Aldrich of Berkeley, Cal., made me a visit. She was the daughter of Mr. W. A. Aldrich, a banker, who had married a first cousin of my husband, Elizabeth, the child of Mr. R. W. Holt. Shortly after her arrival we took a trip to the largest of our islands, Hawaii, on which is situated that volcano called with truth one of the greatest natural wonders of the modern world.
I was attended by my retainers, and after a short and pleasant voyage we arrived at the port and chief city, Hilo. As though to illuminate in honor of my visit, on the night preceding our ascent of the mountain a bright glow was seen on the top of Mokuaweoweo. This was the portent which preceded that great flow of lava which soon commenced from Mauna Loa, and took its course down the sides of that mountain towards the city of Hilo. We were thus witnesses from the very beginning of one of the most extensive and long-continued eruptions which has ever been recorded in history, for it was protracted over a period of eleven months.
Early on the morning following we started on horseback on our journey to the crater of Kilauea, where we arrived about five o’clock the same evening. This is not, as some strangers suppose, a mountain by itself, totally distinct from the general volcanic system of Mauna Loa. That word in our language signifies the great long mountain, and the nature of the elevation well deserves the term; for in height, 13,700 feet, it is exceeded by few in the world, while in extent it includes about one-third of our largest island.
The eruptions are not usually from the summit, but generally through fissures in its sides. One of these is the crater lake of Kilauea, a region of perpetual fire, of an activity more or less pronounced, yet never entirely extinct, and situated some twenty miles or so east from the summit, at an elevation of about four thousand feet. It is one of the few, if not the only one, of the volcanoes in the world which can be visited at the periods of its greatest displays without the least danger to the observer; because it is always possible to watch its bubbling fires from a higher point than their source. It is not the lava from the burning lake which makes its way down the mountain, but that from other places where the concealed fires of Mauna Loa burst forth.
There is now a modern hotel at a spot commanding a good view of the points of interest; but at the date of this visit we were received and made very comfortable in a large grass house with thatched roof, under which some forty persons could have been accommodated. Here we were most hospitably received, our tired horses were cared for and sheltered near to our resting-place, and we did ample justice to the evening meal which had been provided for our company.
After our refreshment, darkness quickly succeeded the setting of the sun (there being no long twilight, as in more northern climates); so we spent the evening in watching the fiery glow in the crater, the brilliance of which seemed to be spreading along the level floor of the pit. From a flooring of light and heat the surface changed at times to billows of actual fire; then jets burst up or fountains played high in air, standing by themselves a moment like burning columns; then steam intervened to stifle the flames. Mist following this, the crater was for a while hidden from our sight, and nature’s gorgeous fireworks suspended.
At one of these intervals we retired for the night; but at two o’clock we were all awakened by our host to see an exhibition such as has seldom been furnished for the inspection of any of the many tourists who visit that region. This was a most brilliant illumination at the summit of Mauna Loa itself; and far from lessening, its manifestation seemed to render more vivid, the fires of the crater of Kilauea. The mists had cleared away in that direction, and we thus had the good fortune to watch on one and the same occasion the outbursts of light at the summit and the jets of dancing flame in the sides. It was a night never to be forgotten by any of our party, and well worth the time and labor of the journey, were there no more to be enjoyed. That which was nearest to us, the rising, boiling sheet of liquid fire, seemed to show no abatement by reason of the vent at the mountain-top, but in its agitations disclosed each moment sights more and more wonderful to our gaze.
The next day was spent by our party in descending the crater to the very limits of its seething fires, but I remained at the hotel. They were all provided with some offerings to Pele, the ancient goddess of fire, reverenced by the Hawaiian people. This custom is almost universal, even to the present day. Those born in foreign lands, tourists who scarcely know our ancient history, generally take with them to the brink of the lake some coin or other trinket which, for good luck, as the saying is, they cast into the lava. Our people, the native Hawaiians, have no money to throw away on such souvenirs of the past; but they carry wreaths of the pandanus flower, leis, made like those seen aboard the steamers at the departure of friends, necklaces, and garlands of nature’s ornaments, which are tossed by them into the angry waves of the basin.
As I have mentioned this incident, my thoughts have gone back to that paragraph wherein I wrote of the overthrow of the superstitious fears of the fire-goddess through the brave acts of my aunt, Queen Kapiolani, when she defied the power of the elements at this very spot.
So, to prevent misunderstanding now, perhaps it would be well to notice that this propitiation of the volcano’s wrath is now but a harmless sport, not by any means an act of worship, very much like the custom of hurling old shoes at the bride’s carriage, or sending off the newly wedded couple with showers of rice; usages which form a pleasant diversion in the most highly cultivated and educated communities.
After a day spent in watching the activity of the crater, the party returned to our hotel, weary, hungry, and ready to enjoy the refreshment and repose of which they were in need. One night more was spent at the volcano house of the olden time, and then we all started on our ride down the mountain for the city of Hilo.
The display had not diminished in extent nor in its strange, wild beauty. The lake in the crater was still boiling, and over Mokuaweoweo the location of the opening was easily distinguished by the brilliant glow of light. But turning our backs on these natural wonders, nature was perhaps more lovely in the charms by which she lined our pathway towards the sea; for this road is justly considered to be one of the most beautiful exhibitions of the scenery of the tropics in Hawaii, and our cavalcade passed between lines of verdure or flowers enchanting to the eye and fragrant to the sense; there were the bright blossoms of the lehua, both yellow and red varieties, and other plants or trees shading and pleasing each of us as we advanced. Although we did not arrive at our destination until about five that afternoon, and were quite fatigued with our long ride, yet it had been an excursion of great enjoyment, and I am sure no one of the company was other than satisfied with it.
The great increase in the lava flow which subsequently took place had not at this time threatened the peace of the city; so our return to our friends was made the signal for a round of social pleasures. A grand entertainment in honor of the visit of the heir to the throne was given by Mr. and Mrs. Luther Severance; and it afforded me much satisfaction to show to my California cousin some examples of the generous style of the hospitality of those days, in which those of foreign or of native birth vied with each other in a friendly rivalry of good things.
Judge F. S. Lyman was then lieutenant-governor of the island, and with his amiable wife showed us all the attention in his power; then there were Judge Akao and his wife, Mr. and Mrs. Governor Kipi and their agreeable family. The family of Mr. D. H. Hitchcock, especially his wife and daughters, were also most kind and attentive to me and those who accompanied me.
If, in these reminiscences, I should fail to name those who have made such occasions pleasant, it must be accepted simply as an unintentional omission, the names I have given being but examples of that universal kindness received by me from all. Just as we were leaving our kind entertainers, Sir Thomas Hesketh arrived in the port on his own yacht for a visit to the island; he was accompanied by Hon. Samuel Parker, whom he had invited to be his guest during this excursion.
The regular steamer of passenger service between Hilo and Honolulu received me and my company for our return to Oahu, where we arrived in safety; and not long after my cousin, Miss Aldrich, took her departure for her home, with, I am sure, some very pleasant memories of the natural beauties and social pleasures of life on the Hawaiian Islands.
These three puʻu, in legend and in fact, were/are an important part of the hydrology of Hilo. The puʻu are sponges which absorb water all rainy season and slowly release it into the underground streams during the dry season. They are/were on the border between the ahupuaʻa of Punahoa and Piʻihonua.
Our kūpuna knew their importance, it is essential knowledge encoded in the legends.
Hinakuluʻua, a rain goddess, is the personification of the Piʻihonua weather system which begins in the venturi between Mauna Kea and Mauna Loa and ends near Lyman House.
Hinaikeahi, a fire goddess, created the springs in the intricate lava tube, freshwater spring, and micro-spring system which begins in the hills and continues out into Hilo Bay. In the full version of the moʻolelo, each of the major springs she created is named. Here is Westervelt’s version of the story, in Peter Young’s blog.
Since Peʻa and Honu were dismantled, it has changed the vitality of the springs, and the ecosystems which depended on them.
This photograph of Puʻu Hālaʻi, Puʻu Honu, and Puʻu Peʻa was taken by Florence DeMello Dias about 1929. Puʻu Peʻa (far right) was excavated in the 1930s to build the roadways of Hilo. The remnants of Puʻu Honu (center) continue to be excavated for development. Puʻu Hālaʻi was built over by homes, which preserved it from most excavation. The mauka (right-hand) slope seen in the photograph was excavated to build the current medical center. The image is taken from above the turn-off to the old Hilo Hospital.
The
first Hawaiians to settle the banks of the Wailoa River found it a rich wetland
where the fresh waters spread out before mingling with the salt of Hilo Bay. As
they cultivated Piopio, they built loko ʻiʻa (fishponds) and loʻi (taro paddies)
which eventually would feed generations of chiefs who ruled the district of Hilo
from its bountiful heart.
The renowned chief Alapaʻinuiakauaua dwelt at Piʻopiʻo, and it was the final home of Keōua Kalanikupuapaʻīkalaninui Ahilapalapa, father of Paiʻea Kamehameha. Keōua died at Piʻopiʻo in the 1760s. Kamehameha himself would spend time at the royal compound while constructing the vast Peleleu Fleet. Kauikeaouli, Kamehameha III visited Piʻopiʻo in his first trip of state as king.
Later, Ruth Keanolani Kauanahoahoa Keʻelikōlani, great granddaughter of Paiʻea Kamehameha, would be heir to the lands, and had a home that was located on the boarder of Piʻopiʻo and Kūkūau, what is now the grassy lawn near the Chevron gas station.
Ruth Ke‘elikōlani Keanolani Kanāhoahoa
In the mid 1800s, Piʻopiʻo was luxuriant with
coconut trees, as referenced in this line from an 1864 chant:
“To the sands of Waiolama, to the coconut grove
of Piʻopiʻo.”
In
1885, the first large group of Japanese immigrants arrived in Hawaiʻi to work
on the sugar plantations. By around 1900, they were starting to lease land to
farm. By then, many of the stone walls, temple platforms, and other structures
of Waiākea, including at Piʻopiʻo, had been dismantled for construction
projects, such as the new wharves and roadways of bustling Hilo.
Many
of the new immigrants had been farmers in Japan. They found the fertile lands
of Piʻopiʻo perfect for rice, taro, and other crops with which they were
already familiar. Soon, a thriving village grew, and was named
“Shinmachi,” “New Town,” by its inhabitants. Bon dances and
other festivals were celebrated by the tight-knit community on the banks of
Hilo’s great fishponds. But four decades later, in 1946, at 6:54 am on April
1st, a tsunami pulled the ocean away from Hilo, and then pushed it back over
the waterfront and Shinmachi. Across the island, 159 people died.
With
the resilience for which Hilo is known, people re-built. Hilo, and Shinmachi,
rose again. But, only 14 years later, in 1960, “New Town” was
destroyed by another great wave. The successive waves reached as high as 35
feet, and killed 61 people.
Instead,
the State of Hawaiʻi turned the area into a 132 acre green zone, creating the Wailoa
River State Recreation Area along Hilo’s bay front. An art center, tsunami
memorial, veterans memorial, and statue of Paiʻea Kamehameha now stand where
chiefs once lived. Instead of boardwalks zig-zagging across the watery
landscape, gravel and asphalt paths meander about the area. Many trees –
coconut, banyan and mango – which survived the tsunami remain. Tsunami
survivors tell stories of being saved when their homes were washed against the
trees, and they scrambled up the strong limbs to safety. Bridges now cross the
fishponds and river in graceful arcs, reflecting in the waters below.
Shinmachi
Tsunami Memorial, a wave-shaped lava amphitheater with a ceramic mosaic set in
the courtyard, honors the people of Hawaiʻi Island who were lost to tsunami.
The mosaic, titled “Submerged Rocks and Water Reflections” was
designed by Maui-born abstract expressionist artist Tadashi Sato.
The
Vietnam War Memorial was dedicated in 1988. Built by volunteers, with the
assistance of Fair Contracting and Fukunaga Electric, the 20ft by 20ft platform
is faced with black granite. An eternal flame flickers at the center of the
upper platform. A grove of 50 palm trees border the pathway, commemorating the
50 Hawaiʻi County men who lost their lives in the war.
Across
the Waiolama Canal from the Vietnam War Memorial is a statue of Paiʻea
Kamehameha. At 14ft (4.3 m), it is the tallest of the four statues of the mōʻī,
(sovereign). Originally commissioned by the Princeville Corporation for their
Kauai resort, the people of Kauaʻi objected to its being erected on that
island, as he had never ruled Kauaʻi. Through the assistance of the Kamehameha
Schools Alumni Association, East Hawaii Chapter, Princeville Corporation
donated it to Hilo, a place which figured prominently in the mōʻī’s rise to
power. Hilo was his capitol while he prepared his fleet to move northward, and
his highest ranking son, Kalaninui kua
Liholiho i ke kapu ʻIolani, also known as Kamehameha II, was born. Legend
tells that Kamehameha gave the town its name when a rope fashioned in the style
called “hilo” was used to prevent his canoe from being carried away
by the tide. Sculpted by R. Sandrin at the Fracaro Foundry in Vicenza, Italy,
in 1963, the statue finally was installed in its present location in 1997.
The Wailoa Center was designed by Oda & McCarty Architects and completed in 1967. Now a half century old, it retains the classic 1960s architecture. Then-governor John Burns shepherded the center’s construction as a mahalo to Hilo for supporting him, and placed Tadao Okimoto as its first director. Governor Burns asked Hilo educator Mary Matayoshi to help Okimoto set up the new center. The first exhibit was of sterling silver, which ran for four years. That was followed by a kimono exhibit which ran for almost two.
When
Okimoto was ready to retire from the center, Kathleen “Pudding”
Lassiter was asked to apply for the position. By 1999, it was time for some
refurbishing. The center needed new paint, inside and out. The asphalt floor
was cracked. The storage room was full of unused items, and the office was
cramped. Lassiter was given $6,000 for paint. “The whole community pulled
together,” she says. George Iranon at Kulani Prison brought 30 of the inmates
to the center, where they worked for three weeks. They cleaned the storeroom
and made it into an office, and turned the small office into a small gallery.
“I had no money to feed them,” Lassiter says. “I went to all the
okazuya and each one donated bentos. . . Safeway and KTA donated watermelons. .
. Pepsi donated sodas. . . So, they could eat and they had all the soda they
wanted for the three weeks.” After their release, several came back to
work at the center as volunteers.
Lassiter
recruited volunteers from all walks of life, including seniors from the county
RSVP program. Her oldest volunteer was Caroline Johnson, who began at the
center in her 90s. When she was 105, she told Lassiter she would need to
retire, as she could no longer hear the phone.
The
loving maintenance provided by a variety of entities has kept the building in
excellent shape for its age. Throughout the years, local businesses and
individuals have lent their time, talent, and other resources to mālama, to
care for, the center.
Codie
King, the current Wailoa Center director, says, “Without our supportive
community, without our volunteers, without individuals who find the value in
culture and art, Wailoa Center would not still be here 50 years later. I feel
the momentum growing for Wailoa Center to continue well into the future by celebrating
our community’s shared diversity, ideas and perspectives. We will grow, side by
side, with our many cultures, with our varied beliefs in our delicate
environment, hopefully to perpetuate a meaningful, positive lifestyle we can
share with the world.”
The
most recent refurbishment includes a series of murals, by Hawaiʻi island artist
and educator Emily Leucht, which enwrap the building. Each of the mural panels references
a different place-based story of Piʻopiʻo.
Lokelani
Brandt, whose master’s thesis is an ethno-historical study of Piʻopiʻo,
uncovered a list of place names recorded in 1925 by Mrs. Kaʻouli Kaʻai and
documented by Theodore Kelsey. It is these place names that are inspiration for
the imagery within the mural. Brandt says, “Recalling the old stories is
one part of maintaining a connection to our past. The history and heritage of a
place are realized when we retell and internalize its stories. As we move
forward and are required to make decisions about how we will utilize a place,
knowing the cultural history allows us to make informed decisions that are
founded on the generational layering of knowledge and wisdom that are place
specific.”
The
simple blocked out shapes – swirls, triangles, reticulations – contain the
essence of a complex and deeply storied past. While it would be impossible to
include all of the place names, each panel depicts carefully selected wahi pana
within the area that the panel faces. Most of names are within Wailoa or Piʻopiʻo.
The mountains of Maunakea and Mauna Loa also are included, as they are an
essential part of our water gathering systems.
Leucht
says, “I hope that the representation of these names in this visual and
public manner will encourage our community to question the history of Hilo that
they already know, and then to look deeper. I hope to honor those that have
come before, and that this peek into the past will give us a path towards the
revitalization of Piʻopiʻo, a central part of Waiākea, and Hilo.”
Included
in that revitalization of Piʻopiʻo is an ethnobotanical garden.
In
traditional Hawaii thought, plants have a genealogy that connects them to
humans. Urbanization and agriculture have removed many native plants from the
daily lives of people, severing this connection. The Piʻopiʻo Ethnobotanical
Garden, proposed in March of this year, seeks to honor and renew the
connection, and to revitalize the area by providing an interactive garden that features
food crops as well as plants for the making medicine, lei, dye and cordage. The
garden is planned to be a community resource of plants high in ethno-botanical
importance. As a centrally located space that curates these vital species, the
garden will provide a place where the public can interact with these plants,
form stronger relationships with them, and practice cultural traditions, all of
which will ensure that these “plant people” have a seat at our table for
generations to come.
Supporting
an ethnobotanical garden, providing space for teaching art, and hosting
exhibits throughout the year makes a busy calendar, quite a change from the
early days of the center when a kimono show once ran for two years. Over the
years, exhibits have changed from primarily cultural shows to more art type
shows and exhibits.
There
are eleven exhibits a year with the most popular being the Woodturners (March),
the MAMO (Maoli Art Month Show-in April), Woodworkers/Ukulele show (October)
and the Hawaii Nei Show (November –mid-December) which occur on a yearly
basis. People have been known to plan
their vacations around attending the Woodturners and Woodworker/Ukulele Shows. Another very popular show is the “Abstract
Only” show in August which has been a staple for 14 years. Many of the exhibits have ties with various
community groups, the University of Hawaii-Hilo and Art Galleries from all over
the island.
The
Wailoa Center is part of the Department of Land and Natural Resources, Division
of State Parks, and is open to the public Monday through Friday from 8:30 a.m.
to 4:30 p.m. free of charge.
