Chapter 2 (Gift of Love)

 

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.  With me and my brother 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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I Remember Christmas (part 2 prologue)

 

I then sent the script to a literary agent, who liked it but advised that it would do better with illustrations. Having no training in art, I endeavored to paint a series of watercolor paintings to help illustrate the contents of my script.  The need to illustrate this script lead me into a new and exciting field of Folk Art.  Today my art is exhibited and sold in a prestigious art gallery in Soho, New York City.

          Now for a little more information on background, I was born in British Guiana now called Guyana.  Most of my educational years were spent between Guyana, South America, and Ghana, West Africa.  I came to the United States in 1987.  I have since remarried, and have a loving family of four.  This children’s book is my second attempt at writing. My first was Day in the Life of Abby.

         As a child growing up,I found that it was the little things that made Christmas pleasant; a kiss, a hug, a thank you, a little gift. The simple action of love and deed.

         Even if you cannot give an expensive gift or a big one, remember it is the token appreciation that matters. Lastly, be loving, be creative, and remember the reason for Christmas - therein lies its beauty and spirit.  For I tell you it is truly a spirit.

I remember Christmas.

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I Remember Christmas (part 1 Prologue )

 

PROLOGUE

December 1992

The background of this children’s book has a distinctive Caribbean flare. Remembrance of Christmas opens windows on different cultures and their similarities.  The comparable backgrounds I feel children the world over can relate to and also adults.  Remembrance of Christmas narrative was drawn from memorable episodes of the Christmas season in my life “as a child growing up” in Guyana, South America and Ghana, West Africa.

          My desire to write about the joys of Christmas was ironically triggered by a feeling of sadness.

It was close to Christmas day I was far from home in New York, and I had not received a Christmas card from my son who then lived in Guyana.  It was a cold day the snow had fallen all night and into the morning.  I was on my way to work and had just missed the bus; all I could do was stand and lament. Then it slowly dawned on me I had to snap out of this feeling of sadness before it affected my new loving family. Hence the idea for Remembrance of Christmas was born.

          The truth became apparent to me when I had my new, lovely, then nine years old daughter, Deanna, read this script.  She totally enjoyed the script, she even laughed.  She then encouraged her teenage brother Marlon to read the script. His response was a wide smile. He also enjoyed the script.  I have since had this children story adapted and “performed” as a play by my local church in Brooklyn.  The play was well received by a multicultural congregation with much acclaim.

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Baby Gal vs. Pit Street Bull

  Nowthere were only two kites left in the air and we battle a bad man kite named Pitt Street Bull. Twice our tail with razor blades crossed over his rope but he still was flying and dipping and crossing and coming for our kite. Pitt Street Bull’s tail crossed our rope three times. It looked like he was winning the battle. ‘So we pretended we were hurt and started to fall flapping in the wind like a bird whose wing is broken’. Pitt Street Bull, saw that and was coming in for the kill. The Kite Man shouted “Pull! Pull! Pull!” I pulled and balled the rope furiously, the rope burning my hands. I already had blisters. Our kite rose and just as Pit was coming for the kill our tail cut his rope. We won the battle. At the same moment a big thunder and lightning flashed through the sky, Kite Man shouted “Lego! Lego! Lego the rope!” Away flew Baby Gal, into the thunder and lightning razor blades sparking! Baby Gal was on fire! Once upon an Easter

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Once Upon an Easter Ch 11

 

 When we got to the back Dam there were thousands of kites already in the air, kites of every sort, shape and size; box kites, bird kites, boy and girl kites. A buzz of excitement engulfed us. On one end of the dam a jukebox was playing loud calypso music and on the other a steel band was warming up. Kite Man, as our instructor, said “Raise the kite with the cloth tail fus, let’s see how bad?”

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Ramdas Ch2 part 2

 

Most families were not up that early. However because Ramadas’ father worked on the sugar estate he had to be up early. We headed to Ramdas’ bottom house. His mother had brisk fireside going the air was filled with the aroma of hot cocoa and coffee brewing, and roti being clapped by Ramadas’ sister. On the next side of the fireside, his mother roasted some eggplant “Bologna Choker”. Two plates were prepared. We sat in a hammock and ate using our hands as the cool morning breeze blew. Once upon an Easter.

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Once Upon an Easter Ch.2 pt.1

 

It’s 5 am in the morning and Ramdas comes calling. You really had to know the guy. He woke me up by throwing tiny bean seeds at my bedroom window. I sprung out of bed before he woke up the whole household. It was also bird-catching season. The morning air was filled with different sounds of birds singing and chirping. And just before sunrise you heard the cocks crowing around the neighborhood; it is a festive time for all birds. Ramdas and I plunged ourselves into the surrounding fields with high grass. He already had a bird in a cage, attached to that cage was a mini cage with a trap door. Ramdas also had some poles stuck with chewing gum remains. Wewaited as Ramadas’ bird in the cage whistled away. We were hoping his singing would attract other birds like a Kiskadee or a Towa-towa. We hoped to trap one or two in the little cage or on the gummypoles.

Once Upon an Easter Ch1 part 3

 

 

 Ramdas however saved the day.Would you believe that he had a flour bag full of mangoes? We ate as much as we could. Now it was barging time. We dealt the rest to the Iguanas to get them off the cricket pitch. By the time we got home from cricket, Choe Chan’s mother had prepared for us some Chinese cakes with some cold sorrel drink. We ate then left and went to the back of my home to start making our own cricket bats. Sometimes, we made them out of old coconut branches that had fallen from the trees and at other times out old pieces of wood we found around our yard. The start of the Easter holidays. Once upon an Easter

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Once upon an Easter CH.1 part 2

 

  Riding home, we came to a screeching halt by the shaveice man for a snow cone with colorful sweet syrup. This would cool us down from the hot sticky sun. We hoped to meet Ramdas and Suzie at the D. Y. C. playground. Finally we got to the playground but the Subryanville Iguanas had got there before us and had all intentions of “hawking” the field. With nothing else to do but wait, we settled under the huge guinep tree with its large branches and cool tropical breeze blowing.

Once Upon An Easter.Ch.1.Easter Vacation.

 

 School is on early Easter vacation. The Campbellville Heroes as we fondly call ourselves were racing home on our bikes. My bike “Yellow Bird” was an old model ladies bike fondly called a “preggie” with a make- shift wooden bar. On this wooden bar I towed my good friend Choe Chan.

Once upon an Easter