Welcome to ʻEwa

Date: March 2024

By: Grace Schonhardt

When I was a little girl, the irrigation trestle that went over Fort Weaver Road is where I considered to be the border of Ewa Town. In 1976, my family moved 6.6 miles from Waipahu Plantation to Ewa. Although there was the Ewa Shopping Basket right in town, we still drove weekly to Waipahu to buy goods from Gems at the ewa end of Waipahu or Big Way on Waipahu Depot Road beneath the Waipahu Sugar Mill nestled in the middle of Waipahu. After shopping, my dad would drive our blue 1969 Camaro along the winding Fort Weaver Road through Honouliuli, past the pig farms and the smell, and past endless fields of sugar cane gently bending in the breeze. When the young cane stalks were still low to the ground, I could glimpse the horses at the mill stable on the left side of Fort Weaver Road just before the trestle. Once we drove beneath the irrigation trestle on Fort Weaver Road, I knew we were close to home. 

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