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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