The welcoming of the lei goes way back. The stories that were told in the past were all word of mouth, nothing was written, you just said ‘ok grandma or grandpa’ and they’d be your storyteller. As I mentioned I come from a large family – my dad was the eldest of 14 children, nine of them were boys, and they were invited to every girl’s birthday party. Grandma didn’t have the money to buy them gifts every weekend so she had grandpa plant flower trees around the yard. And, when they [the boys] were invited [to the parties], they knew they had to go and pick their own flowers and sew their own leis. Not only one lei, but two! One would go to the person that was being celebrated, and the other would be to the mother of the house.
So when I have our visitors sitting with me, and they’re making a lei, they’re thinking about making it for the person that’s sitting beside them and sharing. It’s the love in making a lei, knowing that someone planted, picked it, sewed it, just for you. How special receiving a lei is.