REMEMBRANCE OF CHRISTMAS [PART 3]

CHAPTER 3

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 business were burnt to the ground.  These were frightening times for children. My aunt Yvonne whom we lived with then also was 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.

          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.
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REMEMBRANCE OF CHRISTMAS { PART 2}

CHAPTER 2

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”.  That then punctured his right thigh.

    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 taught 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.

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REMEMBRANCE OF CHRISTMAS. Part 1

To all my Blog Followers today I begin my annual Christmas Story Remembrance of Christmas.  Thanks for the year 2015 and enjoy the ride. please also view my art on Saatchiart.com and my kids book Once upon an Easter on Lulu.com

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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.  At that age I had no Idea that he was one of Santa’s great helpers, who brought all those wonderful gifts that, adorned the bottom of our Christmas tree. 

The essence of Christmas, giving gifts of love.

I remember Christmas.

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SOLIDARITY

SOLIDARITY

Je suis Batteur,

Ten months ago I completed this painting. Je Suis Batteur in solidarity and Support of Charlie Hebdo.  Friday 13^th 2015 a larger scale aggression took place in France again. I stand in solidarity with citizens of France, citizens worldwide to stop massive violent attacks. Let the drum beat  of our our daily lives touch another and create a chain of peace, inclusiveness and respect for alternate  views. 

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Fort Frances

 Visit Fort Frances Ontario and meet some of nicest people in the world. Here men are renowned for their fish and chip and whisky connoisseurs.  All the women are lovely and bake and make the best cookies and jams. The lakes are lovely and the residence fish all year round. They will tempt you to go ice fishing, and participate their polar plunge.  While there take time to shop their exotic arts and craft stores. Stop by Betty’s and ask for a tour and gawk at the unique items they have. Then to Sunny Cove for kayaking, camping, Hiking and Bonfires at night. We love you Fort Frances.

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ONCE UPON AN EASTER { FINALITY}

ONCE UPON AN EASTER { FINALITY}

Then with a running starts we raised Baby Gal, straight up
with she pulling loop Kite Man made on she {Baby Gal}.
Then it was only two kite in the air we battle a bad man kit
name Pit Street Bull. Twice our tail with razor blades cross
over his rope but he still was flying and dipping and crossing
and coming for our kite. Pit Street Bull tail cross our rope
three times. It looked like he was winning the battle. ‘So we
pretend we hurt and start to fall flapping in the wind like a
bird whose wing is broken’. Pitt Street sees that and he
coming for the kill. The Kite Man Say (Pull! Pull! Pull! I
pulling and I balling the rope furiously, the rope burning me
hands I already have blisters we kite rise and just as
Pit was coming for the kill we tail cut his rope. We win the
battle.
At the same moment a big thunder and lightning flashed
through the sky Kit Man shouted Lego! Lego! Lego the
rope! Away flew {Baby Gal}, into the thunder and lightning
razor blades sparking, Baby Gal on fire.
Once upon an Easter

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{Once upon an Easter} Abridged combined version.

Colonies of Sand Flies and Mosquitoes descended on us the, vicious attack of insect on man ever.

The two English soldiers produced the most complete defense in the form of a bottle of Citronella oil.

 “I am the Kite Man.”. His fingers were long, and his hand was steady as he chopped and plane down the boards to be used for our kite.

We had to hitch a ride on a donkey cart and bumped our way to the Back Dam.

Thousands of kites already in the air, kites of every sort, shapes and size. A jukebox was playing loud calypso. Steel band was warming up. “Raise the kite”!

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Chapter 5:Test Flight

We explained to the Gardner our dilemma. He convinced us
that our fears were unfounded and we could build our own
wood kite. Up to that time my brother and I could only build
pointer broom kits. Which were not very efficient kits. They
were prone to breaking easily and had bad flying records.
The Gardner then proceeded to lead us through the steps of
making our own wood kite with old pieces of board hanging
around our yard. With the assistance of my aunt Yvonne
who provide us with some of her Grease Proof paper and
some color Barbados Paper we built two singing engine kits
with big bulls so that they could hum in the air. The kits
being completed mine was put to the test flight. It flew so
high it homed so loud it could be heard for miles my heart
could not stop pounding with happiness. Then as if out of
nowhere a strong gosh of wind blew and pop went the twine
(Crochet #0) and away flew my kite. There was no time to
waste straight away we plunged in to action running in the
direction of the falling kite. As fast as the kite fell it
disappeared more speedily. We now had to go from yard to
yard over fences fearing dogs and angry shouts. Finally we
got to the yard of an old lady and decided to ask her if she
had seen a kite fall. “Yes” she said, and then asks us to
describe the kite. I slept well that night with my kite by my
bedside.
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Chapter4: The Gardner

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 those 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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Once Upon An Easter Chapter 3: Milky

With the coming of Easter also comes Easter showers and
Campbellville always floods. Mr. Kerry our neighbor had a
speed boat which he would float down to the wide trench at
the back of our homes called Milky. And there gather all
the boys of the street and we would go speeding up and
down the trench. This was the water way where all the boys
in the neighborhood learned how to swim.
Peter one of the older boys would lead us out to the middle
of “Milky” floating on a log then take the log away and leave
you in the middle. This called for desperate action frantic
scramble to the shore line suddenly we were swimming.
Going to swimming in Milky was not however approved by
my aunt. Therefore after concocting lies as to our reason for
leaving the house we would end up at “Milky” swimming
naked as we were born. Best way to swim one felt a sense of
freedom. After swimming for hours we return to banks
looking for our cloths which we hid under some shrub. Only
to discover to our horror that they were gone. My older
cousin while we were having fun had crept up and grabbed
our cloths. This presented a big dilemma how do we get
home without cloths? Hands between our legs and over our
bottoms. Picture that? Total humiliation as we walked down
the street the girls of the neighborhood to see us and laugh at
us; then licks like peas when we got home. And if you don’t
holler loud you get more licks not an easy proposition never
the less, we have to journey home. May be we wait till dusk?
Still not good proposition dusk is chilly and cold mosquitoes
and Sand flies bite your tail.
Once upon an Easter.

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Chapter 2 Ramdas

Its five am in the morning and Ramdas came calling. {You
really had to know the guy. He woke me up by throwing tiny
bean seeds at my bedroom window}. I spring up before he
wakes up the whole house. It is also bird-catching season.
The morning air is filled with different sounds of birds

singing and chirping. And just before sun raises you here
the Cooks crowing around the neighborhood it is a festive
time for all birds. Ramdas and I plunge ourselves into the
surrounding fields with high grass. Ramdas already had a
bird in his cage, attached to that cage is a mini cage with a
trap door. He also has some poles stuck with chewing gum
remains. We wait as Ramada’s bird in the cage chirps away
this attracts other bird’s Kiskadee or a Yellow Breast. We
were hoping to trap one or two in the little cage or on the
poles.
Most families are not up that early. However because
Ramada’s Father Works on the Sugar Estate he had to be up
early. We head to Ramdas bottom house his mother has
brisk fireside going the air is filled with the aroma of hot
cocoa and coffee brewing, and rotie being clapped by
Ramada’s sister. On the next side of the fireside, his mother
roasted some Bologna Chocker. Two plates were prepared we
sit in hammock and ate with our hands as the cool morning
breeze blows.

Once upon an Easter.

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Once Upon An Easter.

Welcome to an abridged version of my yearly classic {Once Upon An Easter}.  You still have the opportunity to buy the complete book version in eBook on lulu.com.  

Once Upon an Easter

Chapter 1: Easter Vacation

School is on early Easter vacation.

The Campbellville Heroes as we fondly call ourselves were

racing home on our bikes. My bike “Yellow Bird” was an

old model ladies bike fondly called a “Preggie”. With a

make, shift wooden bar. On this wooden bar I towed my

good friend Choe Chan. Riding home, we made a screeching

halt by the shave iceman for a snow cone with colorful sweet

syrup. This will cool us down from the hot sticky sun. We

hoped to meet Ramdas and Suzie at the D. Y. C. playground.

Finally we got to the playground but the Subrianville

Iguana’s had got there before us and had all intentions of

hawking the field. With nothing else to do but wait, we

settled under the huge Ginip tree with its large branches and

cool tropical breeze blowing. Ramdas however saved the day

“would you believe it he had a flour bag full of mangoes”.

We ate as much as we could. Now it was barging time. We

dealt the rest to the Iguana’s to get them off the cricket

pitch. By the time we got home from cricket, Choe Chan’s

mother had prepared for us some Chinese cake with some

cold Sorrel drink. We ate then left and went to the back of

my home to start making our own cricket bats. Sometimes,

we made then out of old coconut branches that had fallen

from the trees and at other times out old pieces of wood we

found around our yard.

The start of Easter holidays.

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MARRIOTT {PART 2}

The Marriott Hotel Georgetown greets visitors with a lobby so divine.   Blossoming from its ceiling is a huge sacred Lotus sculpture.   The Sacred Lotus {Nelumbium} grows in the trenches and canals of Guyana.  Guyana also has largest Water Lillie in the world, Victoria Regia {Victoria Amazonica}.  Attached to this blog please view my art, feel free to send me an inquire mail on any art shown on my blogs. Attached also are links to my web site Marabunta, and my children book on Lulu.com, Once upon an Easter.

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MARRIOTT HOTEL GEORGETOWN GUYANA ( PART 1)

Over the next few weeks I am going to feature a few pictures and views on the Marriott Hotel in Georgetown Guyana. The Marriott Hotel Georgetown Guyana is built by the estuary of the Demerara River and the Atlantic Ocean.

One of the features of the hotel I loved best was the spectacular views from the glass windows in the rooms. As the blinds from the rooms were moved what burst forward is this picturesque moving   breath taking view of the wharfs by the Demerara River, the Georgetown Lighthouse and old Georgetown with its wooden architecture.

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JE SUIS CHARLIE

As an artist I stand in solidarity with the victims of the Paris massacre. As a defender of free speech I stand in solidarity with the people of France and the World. As a supporter of the humankind I believe no on one has the right to take the life of fellow humankind. Atrocity committed against one is an atrocity committed against all humankind.  We are all humankind. When we see another human in front of us we see ourselves, humankind.  Attached unfinished painting JE SUIS BATTEUR, he is a drummer for humankind.  Dengulae which is now on auction on eBay. Feel free to enquire about all art shown on my blog.

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