BROOKLYN BOTANICAL GARDEN

To all my followers here is a time out from nostalgia, come with me and spend an evening in the garden, the Brooklyn Botanical Garden. Came across these wonderful pictures taken by Sheermoy Grierson. Please scroll and enjoy. Your view and comments are welcome. From time to time I will be featuring his photography. To all my followers please recycle same and make comments.



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Baby Gal

While preparing this chapter for the blog I kept getting recurring images of the old architecture of my aunt’s home and similar houses I have lived in. Hence these two paintings to go with {Baby Gal}. The art done for this page are of Dutch architecture style buildings on stilts, high roof, lattice windows like eye lids which had to be pushed open with a stick they also carried a platform from which plants would be placed. The front poach landing from which my aunt would some time sit and watch the people go by, the stairs landing sometimes carried a bench, and the many windows of her house which took forever to lock at night, woe on to the last person to go to bed.



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Baby Gal

 Crossing the Berbice river in a ferry from Rosignol to New Amsterdam an old town named by the Dutch.  We trudged our way down to St.Ann Street with our luggage and tattered kite.  We arrived at my Aunt Sybil’s house late in the evening, it was already dark and we were greeted with lots of love and kisses by my mother and Aunt. Now Aunt Sybil’s house was an old time huge Dutch style house with a high roof, the ceiling space allows breeze to flow through the house. My aunt’s house also had lots of windows and a bottom house which she rented to boarders. The house was also surrounded by a Genip tree and a Mango tree and a Dungs tree.   The Dungs tree was so close to the house that with a reach out of the window one could pick the Dungs. After a quick bath.  Cold water mixed with hot water from a kettle and poured into an enamel bucket. Followed by a quick rub down with soap from head to toe. A bowl to throw water over your body we hoped out the bath as soon as possible. Towel off on with your pajamas. We head down to the kitchen for a hot dinner. Aunt Sybil had a huge kitchen with a large table from which all activity revolved. We sat down to some fresh brewed hot  ground Cocoa with raw Cow’s Milk and some Bakes with Salt Fish and two Chinese Cakes for sweet.  The Cocoa tea the best I vow to anyone in the world. Roasted fresh Cocoa Beans ground in a hand mill and served with hot fresh Cow’s Milk; just milked for the cow earlier in the morning it’s a taste to be savored for a life time. We had no time to waste next morning we start rummaging our aunt’s yard looking for old box board to cutup to make parts for our broken kite. We found a few pieces and with a cutlass started chopping down on the wood. Suddenly we heard someone shouting at us.

ONCE UPON AN EASTER

Sometimes a story needs to be told. The calendar timing might be past however memories linger. Hence “once upon an Easter” continues. Fellow bloggers and fans bear with me a while as I continue my tale for the next couple weeks.



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ONCE UPON AN EASTER

With our spirits uplifted Clarence my aunt Yvonne and I began preparing for the big Easter Monday kite flying day. Only the receive a letter from my mother stating that she wanted us to spend Easter with her in New Amsterdam. The next couple days were now spent preparing for the long journey to New Amsterdam. We boarded the train in Georgetown, Lamaha Street in Cummingsburg to begin the trip New Amsterdam.



To our amazement and joy as boys we were in the same compartment with two British soldiers.


Guyana the then “British Guiana” was a sovereign colony of England. The British army sent soldiers to help squash the unrest and riots and return to country to a state of peace. Between strained snips of conversation we got to know the English soldiers. They proved to be a savior to us after the train made one of its major stops at Mahica. At this stop we are lolled to leave the train to stretch our feet buy food and stuff.


What we did not know was Mahica was also World Head Quarters for Sand Flies and Mosquitoes. The moment the train pulled out of the Mahica station colonies of Sand Flies and Mosquitoes descended on us with most vicious attack of insect on man ever. Sand Flies will attack you in swarms on every exposed part of your body. They will find their way through your hair down to your skull and the bite every exposed part that no hair grows from and leave your head full of bumps, they are bad. The mosquitoes there will bite and drink every drop of blood you own by the time you reach to Rosignol you will have no blood. So there we were facing eminent death when the two English soldiers produced the most complete defense in the from of a bottle of Citronella oil. They offered to share some with us. We graciously accepted their offer. We rubbed that oil on our body from head to toe. We literally took off our Yachting Boots and rubbed the oil between our toes and of course on our head, under our shirt and pants. “It just takes one sand fly to get under your shirt and pants to have you scratching and itching. My brother and I will always be great full to those two English soldiers.


Once upon an Easter.