Happy New Year 2012

Today as the world pulsates with music, noise and merriment dance and chares of joy welcoming in the New Year 2012, I bring you sounds from beneath the city. Accordionist playing “O” comes all ye faithful”. Saxophonists at 53rd and Madison Avenue playing the New Year special “



Old long Syne”


Should Old Acquaintance be forgot,


and never thought upon;


The flames of Love extinguished,


and fully past and gone:


Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold,


that loving Breast of thine;


That thou canst never once reflect


on Old long syne.


As a Vibraphonist jazzes up the air under West 57st street.


Happy New Year to all my followers around the globe.


Folk Incognito Blog master.

Remembrance of Christmas returns par 3.

Dear follower’s thanks for you’re over whelming support and good wishes for the Christmas season. I wish your Christmas will also be fulfilling and rewarding for your soul.



Love folk Incognito Blog master.
REMEMBRANCE OF CHRISTMAS








In the sixties in Guyana was going through a period of political unrest. There was protest, rioting looting and thousands of workers were on strike. There were food shortages and many houses and businesses were burnt to the ground. These were frightening times for children. My aunt Yvonne whom we lived with then was also on strike. My brother and I had gone to live with her while; our parents were away in Ghana West Africa.


Therefore I will always remember the sad rainy day when the miracle of Christmas came rippling into our world. Our aunt Yvonne came bursting into our bedroom dancing and flouncing. Flouncing is a traditional dance step in Guyana, preformed mainly during the Christmas season by the masqueraders.


Suddenly while flouncing away with the majesty of Christmas Aunt Yvonne raised the hem of skirt and out flew a toy. Then with one, more whirl and toss of the hem of her skirt out flew another toy. To my brother and I these were the best of gifts of the season, nothing else mattered. Our hearts were so content it would not have mattered if we received no new gifts. We were completely satisfied. Her dance of an angle flowing with joy and Peace lifted our hearts with promise and happiness.


I remember Christmas.

Remembrance of Christmas returns, 2

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REMEMBRANCE OF CHRISTMAS

During the Christmas season, one of the traditions in Ghana was to build a trash house. This trash house was built out of the leaves from a palm tree. You then spend Christmas Eve and Christmas morning in it rejoicing the day Christ was born. This custom symbolized the humble way that Christ came into the world born in a stable. Although I must confess that, I was never able to spend the whole night in the palm house. I missed my bed and the nights were cold.


It was Christmas Eve and my elder brother, Clarence and I decided to climb a tall tree to cut down a few posts to build our little Christmas house. While my tall and on the way to becoming fat brother climbed the tree I stood at the bottom of the tree to point out which of the best limbs to cut. Suddenly I heard a loud “crack.” Then before my horrified eyes, Clarence came crashing down from the tree landing on a pointed tree stump with a loud “thump”. His right thigh was punctured


Bravely he held on to his thigh and told me not to cry. Quickly he ripped his shirt off and told me to tie a tourniquet above the wound. How that idea came to him, I would never know. I scampered home screaming for help. What a courageous big brother Clarence was. Lucky for us my parents were home, they rushed him to the Hospital. “Oh! For the love of parents what would kids do?”


I remember Christmas.

Remembrance of Christmas returns Chapter 1

REMEMBRANCE OF CHRISTMAS



I remember Christmas, when as a little boy I sat Under the Christmas tree and gazed at all the toys that Santa had brought for my brother and I. Me saying aloud “Santa must be a very good man”.


Those words brought tears of joy to my grandfather’s eyes. At that age I had no Idea that he was one of Santa’s great helpers, who brought all those wonderful gifts that were, adorned the bottom of our Christmas tree. The essence of Christmas, giving gifts of love.


I remember Christmas.