ONCE UPON AN EASTER

It’s April and it’s raining .Welcome to another episode of “Once upon an Easter”. Thanks for your participation into another journey of nostalgia. I hope you enjoy this script and art. All art featured on my blog are for sale be sure to drop me a line if you have any interest.


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ONCE UPON AN EASTER


With the coming of Easter also comes Easter showers and Campbellville always floods. Mr. Decambra our neighbor had a speed boat which he would float down to the wide trench at the back of our homes called Milky. And there gather all the boys of the street and we would go speeding up and down the trench. This was the water way where all the boys in the neighborhood learned how to swim.


Peter one of the older boys would lead us out to the middle of “Milky” floating on a log then take the log away and leave you in the middle. This called for desperate action frantic scramble to the shore line suddenly we were swimming. Going to swimming in Milky was not however approved by my aunt. Therefore after concocting lies as to our reason for leaving the house we would end up at “Milky” swimming naked as we were born. Best way to swim one felt a sense of freedom. After swimming for hours we return to banks looking for our cloths which we hid under some shrub. Only to discover to our horror that they were gone. My older cousin while we were having fun had crept up and grabbed our cloths. This presented a big dilemma how do we get home without cloths? Hands between our legs and over our bottoms. Picture that? Total humiliation as we walked down the street the girls of the neighborhood to see us and laugh at us; then licks like peas when we got home. And if you don’t holler loud you get more licks not an easy proposition never the less, we have to journey home. May be we waiting till dusk? Still not good proposition dusk is chilly and cold mosquitoes and Sand flies bite your tail.

Once upon an Easter

ONCE UPON AN EASTER

Dear followers I am glad to present another episode of Once upon an Easter. Thanking you for your support all suggestions and comments will be taken in good faith.


Love to all Folk Incognito Blog master

ONCE UPON AN EASTER
Its five am in the morning and Ramdas came calling. {You really had to know the guy. He woke me up by throwing tiny bean seeds at my bedroom window}. I spring up before he wakes up the whole house. It is also bird-catching season. The morning air is filled with different sounds of birds singing and chirping. And just before sun raises you here the cooks crowing around the neighborhood it is a festive time for all birds. Ramdas and I plunge ourselves into the surrounding fields with high grass. Ramdas already had a bird in his cage, attached to that cage is a mini cage with a trap door. He also has some poles stuck with chewing gum remains. We wait as Ramada’s bird in the cage chirps away this attracts other bird’s kisskidy or a yellow breast. We were hoping to trap one or two in the little cage or on the poles.


Most families are not up that early. However because Ramada’s Father Works on the Sugar estate he had to be up early. We head to Ramdas bottom house his mother has brisk fireside going the air is filled with the aroma of hot cocoa and coffee brewing, and rotie being clapped by Ramada’s sister. On the next side of the fireside, his mother roasted some bologna chocker. Two plates were prepared we sit in hammock and ate with our hands as the cool morning breeze blows.

Once upon an Easter.

ONCE UPON AN EASTER

For the month of April I will share episodes of my kids book Once Upon an Easter for which I have done a few simple illustrations. I love you dear followers your comments and Easter experiences are also welcome. Thanks for your time.
This is your blog master Folk Incognito love to all.
ONCE UPON AN EASTER

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. Riding home, we made a screeching halt by the shave iceman for a snow cone with colorful sweet syrup. This will 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 Subrianville Iguana’s 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 Ginip tree with its large branches and cool tropical breeze blowing. Ramdas however saved the day “would you believe it 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 Iguana’s 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 cake 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 then 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 Easter holidays.
Once upon an Easter

BIG BASS BIG TUBA MUSIC NYC

The work day is over and New Yorkers rush out into the evening chill coats pulled tight, eyes focused looking for the first Cab to pass their way ,speed walking to the nearest Sub Way, and as they wait for the lights to turn they here Jazz sounds, New Orleans style, big Tuba big Bass horns and drums they cross the street to the New York Plaza Hotel Park on 58th and 5th avenue. Stress of the day melts away there is a new sway in their steps, faces are lit up with smiles and New Yorkers are dancing the night away.
Folk Incognito blog master is back love to all.

Splashes of Toronto.

Welcome to the Year 2011 my followers worldwide: those of you from the USA, Russia, Canada, UK, Guyana, China, Spain, Croatia, and Denmark.

Glimpse Toronto below ground and above ground. I’m heading to the heart of Toronto East- bound from Isington station. From there I hop on the Bloor-Danforth line the (green line) to me. With no time to nod I arrive at Bloor-Yonge Station and here I am welcome by a flutist/Guitarist playing jazz-classical compositions of his own. I give him a dollar for a picture and I get a bright smile. Toronto underground. Time to change trains to the Yonge- University- Spadna line (long name yellow line to me) heading to Dundas Station. Here just before I take the escalator to the streets into the Eaton Centre, I am soothed by poetic Chinese music played on an Erhu. After experiencing exotic shopping I emerged onto the streets and there between Dundas and Yonge a pavement artist captures Toronto in color. Time for a cool off I head to the fountains of Dundas Square. Toronto I love you.With this blog up date I have added two old paintings of mine Dengulae; Caribbean carnival flowers dancing. And La Nascosta; the (hidden one).
As usual should you have an interest in any of my paintings please feel free to shoot me an email and we will discuss terms of sale. Paintings for Remembrance of Christmas howeverare not for sale.

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Remembrance of Christmas

Well friends and blogger followers worldwide I have come to the last episode of Remembrance of Christmas. Thanks for reading my blog and sharing same with friends and relatives. If Remembrance has brought you any solace and memories over the past months I am eternally grateful. With this last chapter of Remembrance of Christmas I send you my follower’s greetings for the season and the New Year.
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REMEMBRANCE OF CHRISTMAS

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 on 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. Deanna 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.

Sleted Blendz

Its rush hour you exit the E train at 53rd and 5th avenue down in bowels of New York City Underground full of anxiety to face the coming day’s events. Only to be greeted by {Blendz} three wonderful men and a cello singing A cappella. Oh! Happy day, and People get ready, suddenly all you anxiety are now dissolved and you know it’s going to be another wonderful day.
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