Not sure where Dad got this photo from. But it said 1892. At ʻIolani Palace. A year before all hell broke loose...
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It hasn't changed all that much there in appearance, except it looks like they weren't obsessive about cutting grass as much back then. If you let the grass grow a little, you protect the lawn from evaporation and stays nice and green without so much precious water. Smart, them.
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