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T tikipaka Tiki Socialite New York Joined: May 31, 2006 Posts: 644	T tikipaka Posted posted on Sun, Aug 10, 2008 7:15 PM Aloha - Pat here to introduce myself. I'm a compulsive collector of many things. Though some of my collecting has nothing to do with Tiki, I enjoy them all. The Tiki collecting over the years has been great and hopefully I can share my finds and tiki obsessions with all of you. Buy let me tell you a little bit about myself. My favorite place when I was growing up was were we lived in Cornwall-on-the-Hudson. My dad raised the four of us in our house which was right over the railroad tracks along the Hudson river. We didn't have all the things other kids had, but it was quite an adventure land. My nick name back then was Pat the River Rat. Everyday was a day of either exploring the shore line to see what washed up that day or walking in the woods finding all sorts of things. Or actually going to the town dump right down the road to see what we could find. After all my dad was the care taker of the town dump. Yup, that's right I was a local dump picker. And still a picker of things now. Maybe that's where my collecting started. I remember growing up hating all the things that my dad would bring home each day. Our house was really like a land mine when you entered the back door. All of his finds were right there on the kitchen floor and in every nook and cranny. I laugh now, because all of those things that I use to call junk, I'm collecting now. Well not all, some of his finds were actually junk, but he would fix everything he found and sell it. One of the other things that we use to do as kids was hauling in the fishing nets with a man named Pete Thompson who literally live in a shack between the tracks and the shore line. We all would take turns on who was staying on the shore line and who was getting to ride in the row bow to drop the net. We would go out, drop the net and then wait a few hours and with two people on each end pulling close to the ground the bottom of the net and the other one pulling in the top of the net. This would go on until the net was in and all the catch was just sitting there flapping away. Then we would get the buckets and throw all the fish in them. There were carp, crappies, bass, chad, eels, and every other kind of fish. Pete actually sold most of the catch to the locals. He was famous to us for his fish eyed spaghetti. Yeah believe it or not people actually ate the fish out of the river even me. Yuck. There was a small boat club just across the tracks from our house called Staples Boat Club. And as the little poor kids, we would row the rich folks out to their boats for a quarter or fifty cents. They would go out for the day traveling up and down the river and we would be there waiting for them by the time they came back in. We would watch for them, row out to there buoys and pick them up and bring them back to the dock. We had our own little beach down the road called Wards beach. What fun we would have there. We would get up in the morning and pack our breakfast & lunch. This would be a few eggs a couple of slices of bread and some hot dogs for lunch. We would have a setup hidden in the woods which consisted of a stove rack that we used for cooking on. We would put the rocks in a circle, fill up the fire wood, place the rack on it. Then we would take our little frying pan, cook ours eggs, eat the bread and that was it. Then we would swim all day or fish right through the tides both high and low. And in between we would stop for lunch, cook our hot dogs and eat again. Then we would get home just in time before my dad would arrive so he wouldn't yell at us. When we got older we had a lot of parties on that beach. Beer parties every weekend. Maybe that's why I hate it so much now. LOL Yeah now, I'm just a fruity tootie drinker. Rum, rum and more rum. So I guess when I think of the Hukilau, I can actually relate to the real meaning of it. And as a collector or yard sale junkie, my husband Dave and I go out just about every weekend to see what scavenged luxuries we can find. And we've made some great finds indeed. A complete dining room set by Stickily, a complete kitchen set taking out of an old barn with pigeon shit all over it. China, pottery, Bakelite, Anri, paintings, etc. And when I find things to add to each of my collections, I think of my dad and what a great dad he was. He raised us, put a roof over our heads and worked his butt off. And at the same time gave me some of his traits and I thank him for that. I'm also an animal lovers, currently with one dog and three cats. Tux the pit bull, and Bart the orange tabby, thumbelina the calico, and big bird the big hunter. So, I think that's enough about me for awhile. And I want to just say, that I'm sorry that I didn't mingle with to many folks at this years Hukilau. I guess having had one person whom which I felt actually be littled me, because of using the word click instead of clique and then pointing it out to me actually hit me hard. It was a great time had, but I just felt like I was a little bit beneath some of you. I don't know why that bothered me so much, but I guess it did. I just couldn't strike up a conversation with people, and my husband is not a very social person. But that doesn't mean he's stuck up it just means he's also not the type to just walk up to someone and strike up a conversation. So, for now that's it. I've been in and out of TC sense the day I signed up, reading all the posts and comments made by some. And this is actually my first post. And I know there are some RED PENNED folks out there, but be kind, not everyone has had the great up bringing that they might have had. So just because someone can't spell or put words in the correct context doesn't make them a bad person. LOL Wow, looking back at this, sounds like I'm some kind of nut case. But I'm really the happy go lucky kind. But I've been told that my mouth is always a few steps ahead of my brain. As with my typing. My thoughts are going a mile a minute and my words just get jambled.. LOL lIke that word, jambeled.. LOL Well now I hope I'll being talking with some of you soon. Hell, I hope this won't be my first and last post. And if you're actaully reading this I thank you in advance for taking the time to make it to the end. LOL [ Edited by: tikipaka 2008-08-10 19:28 ] [ Edited by: tikipaka 2008-08-11 01:25 ]

Aloha - Pat here to introduce myself. I'm a compulsive collector of many things. Though some of my collecting has nothing to do with Tiki, I enjoy them all. The Tiki collecting over the years has been great and hopefully I can share my finds and tiki obsessions with all of you. Buy let me tell you a little bit about myself.

My favorite place when I was growing up was were we lived in Cornwall-on-the-Hudson. My dad raised the four of us in our house which was right over the railroad tracks along the Hudson river. We didn't have all the things other kids had, but it was quite an adventure land. My nick name back then was Pat the River Rat. Everyday was a day of either exploring the shore line to see what washed up that day or walking in the woods finding all sorts of things. Or actually going to the town dump right down the road to see what we could find. After all my dad was the care taker of the town dump. Yup, that's right I was a local dump picker. And still a picker of things now.

Maybe that's where my collecting started. I remember growing up hating all the things that my dad would bring home each day. Our house was really like a land mine when you entered the back door. All of his finds were right there on the kitchen floor and in every nook and cranny. I laugh now, because all of those things that I use to call junk, I'm collecting now. Well not all, some of his finds were actually junk, but he would fix everything he found and sell it.

One of the other things that we use to do as kids was hauling in the fishing nets with a man named Pete Thompson who literally live in a shack between the tracks and the shore line. We all would take turns on who was staying on the shore line and who was getting to ride in the row bow to drop the net. We would go out, drop the net and then wait a few hours and with two people on each end pulling close to the ground the bottom of the net and the other one pulling in the top of the net. This would go on until the net was in and all the catch was just sitting there flapping away. Then we would get the buckets and throw all the fish in them. There were carp, crappies, bass, chad, eels, and every other kind of fish. Pete actually sold most of the catch to the locals. He was famous to us for his fish eyed spaghetti. Yeah believe it or not people actually ate the fish out of the river even me. Yuck.

There was a small boat club just across the tracks from our house called Staples Boat Club. And as the little poor kids, we would row the rich folks out to their boats for a quarter or fifty cents. They would go out for the day traveling up and down the river and we would be there waiting for them by the time they came back in. We would watch for them, row out to there buoys and pick them up and bring them back to the dock.

We had our own little beach down the road called Wards beach. What fun we would have there. We would get up in the morning and pack our breakfast & lunch. This would be a few eggs a couple of slices of bread and some hot dogs for lunch. We would have a setup hidden in the woods which consisted of a stove rack that we used for cooking on. We would put the rocks in a circle, fill up the fire wood, place the rack on it. Then we would take our little frying pan, cook ours eggs, eat the bread and that was it. Then we would swim all day or fish right through the tides both high and low. And in between we would stop for lunch, cook our hot dogs and eat again. Then we would get home just in time before my dad would arrive so he wouldn't yell at us. When we got older we had a lot of parties on that beach. Beer parties every weekend. Maybe that's why I hate it so much now. LOL Yeah now, I'm just a fruity tootie drinker. Rum, rum and more rum.

So I guess when I think of the Hukilau, I can actually relate to the real meaning of it. And as a collector or yard sale junkie, my husband Dave and I go out just about every weekend to see what scavenged luxuries we can find. And we've made some great finds indeed. A complete dining room set by Stickily, a complete kitchen set taking out of an old barn with pigeon shit all over it. China, pottery, Bakelite, Anri, paintings, etc.

And when I find things to add to each of my collections, I think of my dad and what a great dad he was. He raised us, put a roof over our heads and worked his butt off. And at the same time gave me some of his traits and I thank him for that.

I'm also an animal lovers, currently with one dog and three cats. Tux the pit bull, and Bart the orange tabby, thumbelina the calico, and big bird the big hunter.

So, I think that's enough about me for awhile. And I want to just say, that I'm sorry that I didn't mingle with to many folks at this years Hukilau. I guess having had one person whom which I felt actually be littled me, because of using the word click instead of clique and then pointing it out to me actually hit me hard. It was a great time had, but I just felt like I was a little bit beneath some of you. I don't know why that bothered me so much, but I guess it did. I just couldn't strike up a conversation with people, and my husband is not a very social person. But that doesn't mean he's stuck up it just means he's also not the type to just walk up to someone and strike up a conversation.

So, for now that's it. I've been in and out of TC sense the day I signed up, reading all the posts and comments made by some. And this is actually my first post. And I know there are some RED PENNED folks out there, but be kind, not everyone has had the great up bringing that they might have had. So just because someone can't spell or put words in the correct context doesn't make them a bad person.
LOL

Wow, looking back at this, sounds like I'm some kind of nut case. But I'm really the happy go lucky kind. But I've been told that my mouth is always a few steps ahead of my brain. As with my typing. My thoughts are going a mile a minute and my words just get jambled.. LOL lIke that word, jambeled.. LOL

Well now I hope I'll being talking with some of you soon. Hell, I hope this won't be my first and last post.

And if you're actaully reading this I thank you in advance for taking the time to make it to the end. LOL

[ Edited by: tikipaka 2008-08-10 19:28 ]

[ Edited by: tikipaka 2008-08-11 01:25 ]

Post #400321 by tikipaka on Sun, Aug 10, 2008 7:15 PM