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
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
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