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                Social Hall walls are covered with posters, paintings, drawings, 
                newspaper clippings, and wall hangings, all about Father Damien 
                and Kalaupapa.  
                 
                We had set the tables up in a square, and optimistically put 18 
                chairs around them...we ended up with 18 people exactly. We mingled 
                for a while and had a chance to talk. I enjoyed talking with Pat 
                about his historical letter collection, and I also got to meet 
                Danny Hashimoto. 
                 
                Danny has lived at Kalaupapa since 1942. He delivers the mail 
                and newspapers. He saw my father and me looking at some of the 
                gravestones the next day, and came over and showed us some of 
                the more interesting inscriptions, and talked about some of the 
                correlations he's drawn from looking at headstones in different 
                parts of the island. We had been talking for over an hour when 
                it started raining, so he gave us a ride back to the Visitor's 
                Quarters in his truck. 
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                an avid reader, he had to clear the newspapers and books off of 
                his front seat to make room for us. I'd seen his picture in some 
                of my books about Kalaupapa, and I was so glad he had come to 
                the party, and that we had a chance to talk. 
                 
                We all sat down and ate and talked some more, and then it came 
                time for cake. As Leslie prepared to cut it, the ladies starting 
                to sing a lovely Hawaiian song. I wish I knew what the song was, 
                it was so beautiful, and their sweet voices echoed off the walls 
                and filled the room. When they were finished we asked them to 
                sing it again. Leslie was deeply moved and thanked them all, telling 
                them how happy she was to be back home, and then she cut the cake. 
                It was, in my mind, one of the best cakes ever. 
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                  don't know, maybe it was the tropics, or maybe it was a sugar 
                  high (Coke and cake!), but I looked around the room, at these 
                  people: all of them busy living their own unique, involved lives. 
                  And yet here they all were, taking time to honor one person's 
                  desire to reach across an ocean of time and touch a part of 
                  her childhood. I felt buoyed by the compassion and generosity 
                  of the human spirit. 
                 
                  I had the sensation of watching a wish come true  
                  even better than I had ever imagined it. 
                   
                 
                    
                   
                   
               
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