Honolulu

It’s summer, so I was reading the book Honolulu (really enjoyed it). The protagonist is a Korean picture bride, and my maternal grandmother was a picture bride.

That got me to thinking about when my maternal grandfather immigrated to Hawaii.

Here is the Port of Honolulu record of his arrival, in 1905, on the steamship Korea, at age 15.

He worked in the cane fields, like everybody else. Probably hated it, like everybody else. 

Eventually he became the now stereotypical Korean corner grocer (some things do not seem to have changed much). 

Grandma met him for the first time on the docks.