I don't remember much of my papa. I was born the year he passed away but I remember his smile, his laugh and his sense of humor. He loved to make people laugh and he loved to play guitar. He was a professional boxer, as was his father and son Johnny. My papa was awesome. You would love him if you had met him. He hunted the white tailed dear on Moloka'i and his ashes were spread over his favorite hunting spot far up on a mountain beneath a big, green tree.
I try my best to take after him and be a young hawaiian girl who loves her family.
R.I.P. Papa Andy. I love and miss you!
Portrait photographs and paintings of our loved ones and ancestors.
Before photos we had paintings of family members - most usually these were reserved for the well off. The era of modern photography began with the daguerreotype, in 1839. Since the advent of photogr...