Episode four will be provided in two parts. Here is part
one. Continuing my underground musician theme I add one more painting and an
early portrait of what love is.
The time was
the early sixties there was political unrest in Guyana schools were on vacation
and my aunt was out on strike so was my uncle. There was rioting in the capital
Georgetown, and political factions marooning the streets. It was getting close
to Easter my brother Clarence and I were facing the daunting prospects of going
without a kite. In Guyana it is traditional to fly kits on Easter Monday
symbolizing the resurrection of Christ from the grave. We were moping around
the house feeling sorry for ourselves and being lazy.
Because Guyana experiences bursts of heavy rain at any
time and extreme heat and sunshine the grass grow at an aggressive pace. It
therefore happens on one of these hot spells that a Gardner came by and offered
to cut the grass on our aunt’s lawn for a small fee. My aunt Yvonne quickly agreed. We as boys stood and watched in amazement as he
used his scythe to swipe through the tall grass. Because of the extreme heat
and humidity he had to take a break which he did. We sat around him in my aunt
back yard and chatted with him and watched in amazement as he sharpened his scythe.
Once Upon an Easter.
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