O'Taheiti Dreamin' (eBook)

Dan Feltham (Autor)

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2020 | 1. Auflage
312 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
978-1-0983-2989-1 (ISBN)

How does an author describe a dream as in this title? He writes a story about a family's vacation to one of the most beautiful places in this world, present day Tahiti. And then he takes it one step further - goes back in time 200 years to what was then called O'Taheiti - an unspoiled island paradise, a visual tropical banquet, where the native Polynesians had thrived semi-peacefully and undiscovered for a thousand years. Explorers, whalers, and opportunists arrive and bring their western cultures and diseases to a pure and innocent race of noble savages. This book is the sequel to The Edge of Time (published 2013) and continues the Stockton family adventures. Two sets of twins and their friends time travel back to O'Taheiti to the year 1818; one of the twins is on a mission to find the father of her half Tahitian twin sons. It might be called a story of intertwined realistic fantasy. The reader will find many new interesting characters, stories within stories, and a history and description of a Tahitian environment and their old loving way of life. Let your imagination soar, perhaps to dream.

How does an author describe a dream as in this title? He writes a story about a family's vacation to one of the most beautiful places in this world, present day Tahiti. And then he takes it one step further - goes back in time 200 years to what was then called O'Taheiti - an unspoiled island paradise, a visual tropical banquet, where the native Polynesians had thrived semi-peacefully and undiscovered for a thousand years. Explorers, whalers, and opportunists arrive and bring their western cultures and diseases to a pure and innocent race of noble savages. This book is the sequel to The Edge of Time (published 2013) and continues the Stockton family adventures. Two sets of twins and their friends time travel back to O'Taheiti to the year 1818. One of the twins is on a mission to find the father of her half Tahitian twin five year old sons - sons conceived on a previous time travel trip to 1812, but born in Hawaii in 2012. It might be called a story of intertwined realistic fantasy. The reader will find many new interesting characters, stories within stories, and a history and description of an older Tahitian environment and their loving way of life. A description of a modern Tahiti is also given. Let your imagination soar, perhaps to dream.

Chapter 3 – Dreams of a Family

‘Have you ever noticed that life is all memory, except for the one present moment – referred to as ‘now’ - that goes by so quickly you hardly catch it leaving.’ Tennessee Williams

After our amazing adventure to 1812, the next several years in Hawaii were the perfect definition of the ‘good life’. The years were full of family fun, some work but not too much, more sailing and more children - three new young ones always getting loving care. We were all blessed by good health that we attributed to living in Hawaii and an active lifestyle, plus wonderful new Hawaiian friends, the surrounding ocean, and the near perfect semi-tropical weather that ‘The Islands’ are so well noted for. After the months in Tahiti and a win-win marriage compromise for location with Christine, I conceded that returning to Southern California would be too cold. My California friends and law associates had commented before we moved about living on an island. Some asked, ‘Aren’t you afraid you’ll get that disease often referred to as ‘rock fever?’ I replied with a knowing smile and a mini-countering lecture to those who would listen.

“No, the shores of an actual island define your living space much better than a collection of streets, buildings and endless freeways such as in Los Angeles, and, like it or not, you mainlanders all live on self defined islands bounded by how far you drive to work, school locations, plus each day’s social habits - at most perhaps encompassing a radius of ten to twenty miles, no larger than a medium sized island. To leave any island, actual or bounded by townships, one normally takes an airplane, so what the heck is the difference?”

I would get answers like “Not me, Bob,” or “Oh yeah,” or “We think you’re kinda nuts to leave Malibu,” and then always the envious admission, “Maybe we’ll come for a visit, those islands are wonderful; we would love to live in Hawaii.”

Diane’s twin half-Tahitian boys, Teiva and Kimo, were growing like weeds with promise to be good sized and handsome. At five years old, both boys were almost 50 pounds. I hoped they had inherited Diane’s brains and not some of the personality traits of their Tahitian father. They learned to swim not long after they learned to walk – the transition between land and ocean water seemed almost effortless. They so loved the warm waters that they had to be supervised by the minute. I wondered if there was a special South Pacific DNA in their genes. We were a sailing family and a special blessing for their grandfather – me – was that the twin boys also loved to go sailing with us on Cherish; they asked good questions, had good deck balance, paid attention and early on seemed to understand the mechanics of wind and sail.

My new wife Christine had given birth two years ago August to another blond curly haired coquette that we decided to, or couldn’t help our selves, totally spoil as she grew into womanhood. We named her ‘Tania’, which means ‘Polynesian Flower’; it was an easy name to pronounce, easy to remember and seemed to suit her. I figured I could only conceive blonde female babies, but that was all right with me. I loved having young beautiful women around and Tania would someday attract good boating crew to help me sail Cherish when and if I ever grew older than my dreams.

My twin daughters, Diane and Cindy, had turned into mature young women (I still called them ‘my girls’) and were almost as beautiful as their departed mother. Now in their early twenties, they were better looking than their teenage years having filled out in all the right places, intelligent, and with healthy zests for life. Our time travel adventure had given them a special perspective about life and pacific islands cultural history. I did worry about them, but each for a different reason.

Diane was busy with her boys, part time college classes and helping around the beach house. She dated rarely, and didn’t seem interested in ever falling in love again or developing any serious relationships with the young men that kept nosing around. She once told me, as an excuse, that falling in love was a huge inconvenience. She, like Cindy, loved to sing and taught herself to play the piano. She could also trim a jib and set a spinnaker. The two young ladies were physically identical, but did differ somewhat in interests and personalities.

Cindy stayed busy with college classes too, a part-time job at the Bishop Museum in Honolulu, surfing, kite boarding, and helping Diane and Christine with the three young ones when she could find the time. Her work at the museum followed the example set by her docent mother, and our first trip back to O’Taheiti had nurtured a latent interest in Polynesian history and anthropology. She began talking about a Master’s Degree at the University of Hawaii. She ran on our beach five miles every other day, was in demand to crew on sailboat races from the various Oahu yacht clubs, as well as played a good game of beach volleyball or tennis. In Hawaii, an athlete can do these things all year around. Cindy never mentioned dating or men, but since I knew she must have a healthy libido, I assumed she wanted to keep her affairs secret. In Hawaii it is easy to engage in one-night ‘hook-ups’ on the foredeck or an empty bunk of a sailboat, on a private night’s beach party blanket, a quickie behind a shower curtain after an ocean swim, or during a surfing trip to one of the outer islands. Cindy sometimes missed coming home at night, but knew how to take care of herself and I didn’t ask. A wise father wonders about these things, but minds his own business. I figured Christine was available for girlie talks.

Both girls had sailed with me to Polynesia right after they graduated from Malibu high school at ages 19, old enough to appreciate other cultures, stand night sailing watches and to supposedly stay out of trouble with the opposite sex. When we moved to Oahu, they enrolled at the University of Hawaii, Diane in music and art and Cindy in history and physical education. They were as close as twins can often be, but pursued their own interests.

I was more in love with new wife Christine than I ever thought possible for a second time around. I would soon be 50 years old, still in good physical shape but was running out of time to pursue another long sailing adventure. Chris was approaching the wonderful age of 38, had put on a few more wholesome curves and let her blonde hair grow below her waist. The windward side of Oahu had been an excellent choice for our new home and she rarely spoke of her previous 14 years in Tahiti or her lost husband. However, we did speak of and intended to visit her ex-Tahitian in-laws and someday take her teenaged son, Temaru Jr., back to Papeete where he had been born. However, with our new baby Tania, we hadn’t quite got around to it. Each beautiful day rolled into the next and the years hurried by faster than I wanted. A return to Tahiti was borderline okay with me if only to see her in-laws, but I wouldn’t mind sharing her old beach cottage again, or something equivalent, where we first fell in love. I also wanted to stroll the promenade along Papeete’s waterfront quay and spend more yacht time in Bora Bora’s lagoon and the other Leeward Islands where I had marked on charts my favorite sailboat anchorages.

Christine loved our beachfront home and rarely drove into Honolulu over the Koolauloa Mountain passes. Honolulu held no history for her and she felt the island capital was too big and busy, too much automobile traffic and way too many tourists. The smaller windward-side towns of Kailua and Kaneohe were all she needed. She taught Tamure (sometimes called O’tea) and Hula dance at a nearby studio twice a week. For a haole woman, she sure could move it and her skill attracted many students. Our home life and loving continued blissfully.

As for me, I held sway as the ‘man of the house’ and gave the orders if anyone of the four ladies would listen. Several times each week, I drove to my attorney’s office in downtown Honolulu. After moving from California, I had been shocked to hear that Hawaii did not have attorney reciprocity with other U.S. states or territories, and I hadn’t yet taken the State of Hawaii bar test. However, my previous Law Licenses allowed me to practice Federal public service cases. I successfully tried a few cases worth some minor notoriety.

Sometimes I carpooled with Diane or Cindy; those morning trips allowed good conversation as we drove over the Pali. We often talked about the next sailboat race. Our Hylas 54 sloop Cherish home ported at the Kaneohe Yacht Club, required upkeep, yearly haul-outs and new sails; Cherish literally gobbled money so I wanted to continue working at least part time. She was not a racing vessel, but could spread some serious canvass and be competitive in the longer distance island races. Strangely, I didn’t miss Malibu or California; I was just too busy enjoying our new island lifestyle. We never talked to others about our travel experiences back to O’Taheiti; they would not have believed us.

From time to time when I had a private moment, I continued to mentally communicate with my former wife Megan. I mostly told her about our girls and I did talk about Christine and said that we were very much in love; I knew that she would be pleased for me. I have learned that I’m not the only person in this world to continue to do this; even though Megan died, the love had not. I guess I wanted her spiritual blessings. I wondered whether Christine ever did the same with her past Tahitian husband; she didn’t say. Past marriages are not the thing...

Erscheint lt. Verlag	9.9.2020
Sprache	englisch
Themenwelt	Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Fantasy
ISBN-10	1-0983-2989-9 / 1098329899
ISBN-13	978-1-0983-2989-1 / 9781098329891

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