Sunday, May 1, 2011

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.



Love to all Folk Incognito blog master
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.


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