Dame Melli, the lady-fair of our current photo-quest, has requested dragons, so yesterday I set out on a perilous dragon hunt and managed to bag a few of the wily creatures. It wasn’t easy. Dragons don’t care for publicity and most people that find them don’t come back to tell their tales. Even so, I managed to find the diary of an archaeologist who works with dragon bones. Here is his sketch of what the earliest known dragon probably looked like.
Artist's rendition of probable appearance of earliest known dragon.
What goes thump in the night? Me, trying to get into my bed. Over at Authorblog, David McMahon’s weekly, Weekend Wandering question is, “As a child, were you afraid of the dark?” Below is an excerpt from my answer:
I often suspected she [Gram] liked the dark monster more than she liked me, especially when she’d send me to the basement. She would say, “Go downstairs and get the peas out of the the freezer.” I would say, “I don’t really want peas tonight.” She would say, “Then get the green beans.” I would say, “Can’t we have canned corn?” And she would swing her wooden spoon in my general direction and send me off to battle the dark monster.
Today I grabbed my trusty camera, made certain it was loaded and went in search of Dragons for that lady-fair we know as Melli. First I drove very slowly through my own little town of Waianae (phonetically: why-an-eye). I racked my brains trying to remember ever seeing a dragon. I know there is one painted on one of the big rigs that travels up and down our coast, but of course I didn’t see it today.
I stop at both Chinese restaurants. The first one isn’t open, but a peek in the window shows me Buddha, not dragons. The second restaurant is decorated with a bamboo motif. No dragons. I drove on down the road, still cruising slow. Not one single dragon.
I drove to the next city over — actually, not. The next city over is Ko’Olina and I skipped it. It is off the freeway and an exclusive community with guards and gates and such and I just didn’t know what I was going to say to gain entrance. I believe the truth — “Hi, I’m hunting dragons,” — would have gained me admission to nothing but the nearest psych ward. So, I went instead to Kopolei. They have many Asian restaurants, most of which are decorated with pictures of the dishes they serve. The Kopolei Chinese Restaurant (catchy name, yes?) is decorated in golden Koi and lotus leaves. Very pretty, but no dragons.
So — since I was really supposed to be doing my chores with dragon hunting as an added bonus, I went to Kunia to the Wal-Mart to purchase toothpaste, fruit juices, and pasta. It was in Wal-Mart that I finally found a dragon. It tried to allude me by hiding in the children’s isle and disguising itself as a toy boat, but it couldn’t fool me!
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Manoa Chinese Cemetery
This is the entrance to the Manoa Chinese Cemetery, one of the most beautiful spots on the island. The Chinese call this place, “The Heart of the Dragon” and the first Chinese settlers declared it sacred. Here is where they wanted to be buried, because it is as close as they would ever be to China again.
Today the cemetery is the equivalent of a very exclusive country club. Only members of the very best families are permitted residence. And even within the cemetery there are divisions, or “clans” and it is family membership which determines where one is buried.
Melli asked for dragons. These sit above the Dragon Gate in Manoa Chinese Cemetery. They are just one small example of the exquisite art which can be found upon the grounds. Please click on the images and make them larger.