TOTP: Manō Legends

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Bishop Museum's Traditions of the Pacific Lecture Series:
Manō Legends with Master Storyteller Lopaka Kapanui
Thursday, June 16, 2016 in Hawaiian Hall
Shark 'aumākua; are they the stuff of legend or are they real and do they exist today? Come hear these mo'olelo and more!
This is just the first part of the stories. If you want to hear more from Lopaka Kapanui and his stories go to: mysteries-of-ha...
or / mysteriesofhonolulu
This event was made possible through generous support from the Hawaii Tourism Authority County Product Enrichment Program.

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@marmaduke954 7 жыл бұрын

I remember when I was a very little kid in 1964 or 65. On a Friday afternoon after school, I would go out to sea fishing with my Dad and favorite Uncle. We'd leave Poka'i bay in the early evening, and come back on Sunday afternoon. I use always look forward to it. One night after my Dad had put out the lights for the akule and opelu. I decided to bottom fish instead. My Uncle pulled me away from the edge of the boat. Because he said there was a shark hovering beneath the boat, and it was larger then the boat. I didn't see it because my Uncle kept me away from the edge. But he or they....(my Dad and my Uncle)....said the head and the tail had past the bow and stern of the 16ft boat.....So my Dad suggested we changed locations....But that must have been a huge shark.

@leikilimaile2565 5 жыл бұрын

kaipo sounds like scarback

@kalaikealohi4361 4 жыл бұрын

@@leikilimaile2565 scar back roams ewa side to seen um fishing

@lrein077 5 жыл бұрын

There is a book that described a great battle of sharks from the various mokupuni. My mother mentioned our aumakua was a manō named Moanaliha of East Maui. Our aumakua would guard family members whenever they dived for fish. The manō had a crown like growth on its head.

@themandan9400 3 жыл бұрын

I remember the first time I came to Oahu. My distant cousin asked me to go swimming with him. I totally agreed. We went to Waikiki. I had a long board and paddled about 3/4 mile out to where it was 20-25 feet deep, alongside cousin. He flipped and left me to myself. I remembered one thing - I didn't know how to surf. Still racing to find that soul surf feeling I started teaching myself to ride the board. After five tries, I finally got to stand. I rode that wave as far as I could, then I got cocky and pushed off a dive from the board. At the same time, a wave caught my ride and within a flash, it was gone. I tried swimming to it but it kept floating further with pushing waves. I thought, "I'm dead." I was exhausted from swimming since I wore a diving suit (note* never wear one since only weighs heavier to dive). I looked down to see how deep it was and only saw the shark under 15 feet below. I panicked. Short of breath I tried screaming to my cousin, but he had paddled further out. [I'm dead] was the ONLY thought that fragged my mind. Then, from nowhere, another surfer casually pulls up to me with my long board. I couldn't believe it! Where did he come from? He said nothing, but pushed my ride to me and it glided against the strong waves to hand's reach. I pulled myself carefully on top of the board, catching every glorious breath then turned to graciously thank the savior, but he was no where to be seen. I stood up on the board. I only saw cousin, who waved me to go in which I gladly did. That was the first and last time I went surfing.