Monday, April 6, 2015

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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Sunday, April 5, 2015

{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”!

Saturday, April 4, 2015

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.
Once upon an Easter

Friday, April 3, 2015

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.