Uchida Farm...

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The gracious hostess at the D. Uchida Coffee Farm in South Kona spoke with Elliott and his classmates about the farm which operated around 1913 and which is on the National Register of Historic Places...

Then she welcomed them inside the very old structure for a taste of life long ago...

The main room for living and conducting business and personal dealings...

The space was pretty cramped and full of furniture and things you would have used in 1913 in your home...

It was kind of dark too with mostly ambient light coming in through the windows...

But the ambient light made it very picturesque and quaint at times...

A place for Japanese calligraphy for writing to loved ones across the Pacific Ocean...

I think this is D. Uchida. He seemed very stoic...

This must be his wife. They really lived a very hard productive life...

The tour guide really did a great job of talking about life in 1913...

This is where you washed all your clothing. If I had to hand wash all my clothes, I would probably walk around in very dirty clothes or naked...

You kept your hashi, or chopsticks, clean and orderly...

You made nice warm Japanese ocha, or tea...

You slept on tatami mats on the floor. No super space age memory foam mattresses with incline. Good for my snoring...

The kitchen was crowded when all the kids went inside...

They all appreciated how hard just making dinner was...

You had to build your own fire out of fire wood and then make rice on the left and fry on the right...

But look what a beautiful oishii array of food you could make with simple methods. I snuck some pieces of rolled scrambled egg. I hope nobody noticed...

All in all. It was very informative and educational for the children and adults...

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