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.
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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