Remembrance of Christmas Chapter 5

Daddy loved Christmas.  During this time of the year, he took control of the kitchen.  Prepared the turkey, the Ham the Garlic Pork, boiling the pigs feet and ears to make souse. Boiling down the beef for the pepper pot and using all of the rich spices.  Not forgetting the rum punch and Punch a cream. During all this cooking activity, loud calypso music was being played, With a Christmas festive flair.  Infusing our minds with the sounds of Christmas, we will never forget. Mummy got about decorating the living room area of the house.  When the food was in the oven, everyone gathered around to help her.  Then came Christmas Eve night when we wrapped gifts and placed them under the Christmas tree. Now all tired, we try to stay up as long as our eyes would permit to see when Santa would come with all our gifts. He only came after we drifted into a deep sleep. 

I remember Christmas.

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Remembrance of Christmas Chapter 2

 Jumping ahead to Chapter 2

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 me.  Me saying aloud “Santa must be a very good man”.

Those words brought tears of joy to my grandfather’s eyes.  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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chapter 12: Finality

 

CHAPTER 12: FINALITY

 

Then with a running starts we raised Baby Gal, straight up with she, {pulling loop} Kite Man, made on she {Baby Gal}. Now it was only two kite left in the air we battle a bad man kit name {Pit Street Bull}. Twice we tail with razor blades cross over he rope but he still was flying and dipping and crossing and coming for we kite. Pit Street Bull tail cross we 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 in 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 he rope. We win the battle.

 At the same moment a big thunder and lightning flashed through the sky, Kit Man shouting 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

Today is resurrection Sunday back home Easter Sunday. A day to go to church with your fancy cloths. A day to have lunch with family and friends.   I want to jump ahead to Easter Monday a holiday and kite flying day in the British Commonwealth.  Chapter 11 in {Once upon an Easter Finality}.

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CHAPTER 6: THE BRITISH SOLDIERS

 

 With our spirits uplifted Clarence my aunt Yvonne and I began preparing for the big Easter Monday kite flying day.  Only to receive a letter from my mother Aunt Gertis stating that she wanted us to spend Easter with her in New Amsterdam. The next couple days was now spent preparing for the long journey to New Amsterdam.

We boarded the train in Georgetown, Lamaha Street in Cummingsburg to begin the trip New Amsterdam. 

To our amazement and joy as boys we were in the same compartment with two British soldiers.

Guyana the then “British Guiana” was a sovereign colony of England.  The British army sent soldiers to help squash the unrest and riots and return to country to a state of peace.                            

Between strained snips of conversation we got to know the English soldiers. They proved to be a savior to us after the train made one of its major stops at Mahaica. At this stop we are allowed to leave the train to stretch our feet and buy food and stuff.

What we did not know was Mahaica was also World Head Quarters for Sand Flies and Mosquitoes. The moment the train pulled out of the Mahaica station colonies of Sand Flies and Mosquitoes descended on us with most vicious attack of insect on man ever. Sand Flies will attack you in swarms on every exposed part of your body. They will find their way through your hair down to your skull and the bite every exposed part that no hair grows from and leave your head full of bumps, they are bad. The mosquitoes there will bite and drink every drop of blood you own by the time you reach to Rosignol, you will have no blood and pale. So there we were facing eminent death when the two English soldiers produced the most complete defense in the form of a bottle of Citronella oil. They offered to share some with us.  We graciously accepted their offer. We rubbed that oil on our body from head to toe. We literally took off our Yachting Boots and rubbed the oil between our toes and of course on our head, under our shirt and pants. “It just takes one sand fly to get under your shirt and pants to have you scratching and itching.  My brother and I will always be grateful to those two English soldiers.

Once upon an Easter.

With the creation of this whimsical flower arrangement. I reminisce my aunt Yvonne, once a year the horticultural society of Guyana holds an exhibition and show.  I will always remember the frantic preparation as my aunt got her flowers arranged for display.

Love Rowan

 

Once Upon An Easter Chapter 5

 CHAPTER 5: TEST FLIGHT

This Year 2021   with the worldwide pandemic engulfing all of us. Writing came very slow to me.  Looking out my window and seeing the lilies emerge and the rain coming down my sprits lifted. I reminisce a pointer broom Kite, wet mud between my toes. After the rain the sun on your back its time to share, Once upon An Easter.

Love Rowan 

With Easter approaching fast and not having a wooden kite to fly my brother, Clarence and I were worried.  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 we could only build pointer broom kits. Which were not very efficient kits. They were prone to breaking easily and had disastrous 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.  And assisted by 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 form 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 bad dogs and angry shouts. Finally we got to the yard of an old lady and decided to ask her if she had seen a fallen kite.  “Yes” she said, and then asks us to describe the kite. I slept well that night with my kite by my bedside.

Remember Christmas {Chapter 8}

 

Christmas also means giving of oneself.  One Christmas my mother was working very hard on a Nativity play for our local church.  She had offered me a part in her play.  I refused the part.  Why? I had no idea I had become a stubborn and rebellious teenager. In retrospect, I had no good reason to turn down the part.  Two days before the opening, her leading actor pulled out of the play. I believe he got cold feet.  I was her only recourse and she came to me one more time.  I accepted. What is my reward? A kiss from an old lady in the audience.  How did my mother feel? Proud.  Me? I love Christmas it brings out the best in people.  It makes our goodness shine. What gift Christmas is but for us to accept. 

I remember Christmas. 

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Remember Christmas {Chapter7}

 

The school term is not yet over my part is still available.  One week before Christmas, I rehearsed my part.  The play opens on Christmas Eve.  There was a standing ovation for me before and after the play.  By then Deanna wanted to act with me she was in love with me all along and I did not know.  Oh! Boy! How I love this Christmas time of the Year. 

I remember Christmas. 

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Remember Vhristmas {chapter 6}

 I had a part in a Nativity play I was Joseph, the leading actor. Every boy in the school wanted to be near the girl that played the lead female part. Deanna. Deanna was Mary. I had long since been in love with her, so of course I was devastated when I got ill and had to be hospitalized. No end seemed in sight. The doctors could not find out what ailed me. I went through a battery of test and still no results and not feeling any better. The Christmas season was fast approaching and I was feeling depressed. Sick and in hospital how miserable can that be? Then I got a gift a pair of Cowboy toy guns and holster. My spirits perked up. Still sick but in a much better mood. Then one evening a gentleman came visiting whom I had never known before, and he took a picture of me, standing on my bed with my toy guns drawn. He promised to return  later with a copy of the photograph. My mood changed miraculously and I began to feel better. The spirit of Christmas was in the air again. Oh! How I love this festive season of the year. Soon come the day that I was to be discharged the gentleman had not returned with the picture of me. I was packed and ready and waiting for my parents to pick me up. I sat on my bed feeling very sad and pensive. May be I would never see the gentleman who took the picture of me again. Then I would never see how I looked? However, remember this is Christmas just as I remove my hands from my eyes the gentleman came rushing in, waving my picture over his head. I love it! I look great! I was overjoyed. 

I remember Christmas

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